In Ram's eyes, he didn't have to guess what was going on in Apton's mind. As long as he could save his sister, what happened after that didn't matter.
Now, he had overwhelmed the gentleman in front of him, and he could even feel that the other person was planning what to do with him after this matter was over.
It's time to give the other side a step up. Ram knows that adults all do this.
He jumped down from the box and bowed respectfully to Ampton.
"Please forgive me. If there are other ways, I will not force you like this. As long as I can save my sister, I hope you can take her away.
As for me, I can kill or cut him into pieces as I please. "
After a brief silence, he heard Ampton's laughter, short but heartfelt.
"Bold, I like...Walter!"
Ampton recounted Ram's plan to Walter and arranged for Walter to go to the surroundings of the Hector Temple to wait for Selu to appear.
This time, Apton's order did not receive an immediate response from Walter, who was hesitant.
As benefactors who have protected the royal family for generations, their responsibility to them seems to have been engraved in their bones. In a strange place, he could not accept that he was allowed to leave with a kid of unknown origin in a strange place.
But as a benefactor, he also had the instinct to obey orders. Two instinctive things were entangled in his mind, making him unable to make a choice.
"Execution, Walter."
In the end, the king's orders trumped the pursuit of guardianship, and Walter stood up, pursed his lips, and left.
On the west side of the Hector Church District, in a two-story wooden house against the wall of the temple, Bishop Scott was looking at contracts and land deeds.
These complicated documents are records of donations from nobles of the past and merchants who want to become nobles. Although the ownership of these things belongs to the Diocese of Antler County of the Hector Church, there are many ways to misappropriate the profits they generate.
"Forest farms, pastures, hunting grounds... stone quarries, water mills..."
He scratched his head, and his hairless scalp was covered with red marks.
There was a knock on the door, and he looked at the door and said lightly, "Come in."
"Your Majesty Bishop, something is seriously wrong."
Scott frowned, put down his pen, and stared at the priest in front of him.
"The magic circle has been destroyed! This time it is very thorough, and it is no longer possible to tell that it is a magic circle!"
Different from the anxious expression of the priest, Scott looked helpless. He sighed and said, "It seems this is fate, let it go."
The priest had a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't imagine why the bishop, who a few days ago the Catholic Church had recommended that Weber be hanged for destroying the magic circle, suddenly changed his attitude 180 degrees.
While calculating the accounts, Scott murmured: "Our ancient documents about the magic circle only hint at a certain result, they are not prophecies.
Perhaps God Hector wants the magic circle to be destroyed, and our interpretation is just a misunderstanding. "
"But before you..."
"My brother, I am not a god. Gods make mistakes, let alone me.
Misreading the literature will not prevent us from continuing to believe in Hector. On the contrary, the will of God Hector illustrates one thing..."
"What's up?"
Scott raised his head and looked meaningfully at the priest in front of him.
"The world is vast, my brother, and we must move forward."
The priest looked at the bishop blankly, as if the bishop in front of him was someone he had just met today.
"Ah, by the way, my brother, I just looked at the accounts of our church in recent years, and I found a problem.
Why does our water mill only have so little income? Don’t the wheat grown in the townspeople’s fields need to be ground into flour? "
"Ah, back to you, Lord Bishop. Nowadays, every family has a hand grinder... who would still..."
"That's the problem my brother..."
Scott searched among the piles of papers, finally picked out one, unfolded it, and handed it to the priest.
“Thirteen years ago, the church stipulated that all tenants in the church district must send the wheat produced in the fields to the church’s water mill to be ground into flour.
It is strictly prohibited to use hand mills without permission and to build water mills without permission.
right? "
The priest looked at the dogma in disbelief, his tone filled with incomprehensible emotions.
"But I haven't implemented this doctrine for at least ten years..."
"Yes! Ten years, they stole the church for ten years, they stole the god Hector for ten years, they are blaspheming!"
Scott sighed, and he raised his hand tremblingly, like an honest man who was driven into panic.
"Pass me to decree that all tenants in the church district must pay the mill tax for the past ten years within three days, otherwise they will be punished for blasphemy."
Schliemann didn't think he was ugly, or at least not scary.
He couldn't understand why the girl in the gray hood ran away when she saw him.
Vivian's soft snort made him even more uncomfortable. The snort seemed to say, "Look how much you are hated by others."
"Hey, didn't I bring you here?"
"What's the use of bringing it here? Are you here to see Ampton?"
"Can't you just go find it yourself? I'm not tying you up."
"I……"
Vivian wanted to look for him, but she was such a wanderer that she could easily not find the king and lose herself.
"Stop staring, I'll give the list to Scott later and we'll go find your king right away, okay?"
When they walked into Hector's Temple, they found that the place was unusually deserted.
The people who had been sitting on the benches praying all day long disappeared. Even Schliemann walked around the temple without seeing anyone.
Finally, an old priest who suddenly appeared in the crosswalk stopped the two people who were looking around.
"Boy, if you want to pray, please feel free to do so."
The priest was trembling. He tried to straighten up, but his hunched back could not be straightened up.
"No...we are here to find Archbishop Scott."
"He is very busy."
"Please tell me that Schliemann the Wanderer wants to see you. He will make time."
"Then you two wait a moment, I'll be there right away."
After the old priest finished speaking, he turned around and left.
But he walked too slowly.
Even though he seemed to be carefully measuring the width of the hall while walking, his trembling figure still looked like he would fall down at any time.
Seeing the old priest moving slowly, Vivian's eyelids twitched. She wanted to go over and pick up the old priest and run away.
Fortunately, Archbishop Scott also knew that the old priest had difficulty moving. He did not ask the old priest to make another trip. Instead, he came to the temple in person to greet the two Schliemanns.
"Where are the other priests in the temple?"
Scott sat into his chair, sighed, and prepared to answer Schliemann's question.
"Everyone is going down, there are a lot of things to deal with.
But you, Mr. Schliemann, why are you back? "
"Ah, that's it. We have selected the location of the supply point and are going to ask you to come forward and purchase some materials needed to establish the supply point for us."
Scott nodded and took out an ancient map and unfolded it. Schlieman pointed at the northern foot of Antler Mountain, but Scott hissed when he saw the location.
"Here... In principle, it's not possible..."
