Temple Sword

Chapter 36 The Lion
Antal felt obvious changes when he first entered the Knights' Hall. Zoutemont, who was taken away in a daze yesterday, looked at him with a contemptuous and confident smile.Ambrosius and Father Hector, who left the trial with uneasy expressions, now have a contented calm on their faces.Of the three judges, only Vincius looked nervous.

After the abbot asked for silence and the trial officially began, Vincius' words seemed to be confirmed. He guessed right, and everything was as he had discussed with the boy.

"The boy who stands before us would have been a bard at any royal court," said the fat Ambrosius with a brisk smile, "who moved and shook us yesterday with his exciting and perfect story. Everyone, we also believed his words. So we sent some people to the places he mentioned to find the truth and evidence."

Vincius, sitting next to the abbot, exchanged glances with the other knights, who knew that no one had crossed the Danube since the last trial.

"We found Olivier the moneylender very quickly," announced Ambrosius. "He never heard of a knight named Zoutermont in his life, and he said he had never had a fight with any Templars." There is a relationship!"

"So this brat is not only a vile liar," exclaimed Father Hector suddenly, "but he's also trying to tarnish the reputation of our order! If you ask me, he's possessed by the devil!"

Some of the people present exclaimed, while others cursed angrily. They all pointed at Antal, as if he had grown horns and hooves overnight.

"My people also went to the Grocery Street to investigate the Nawa house mentioned by the boy," Ambrosius continued, undisturbed by the noise around him, "a wealthy family lived there, and they didn't Meet Zoutermont! Husband throws my men out of the house in a rage and wife breaks down in tears, all because of this boy's lies!"

Ambrosius sat back and smiled at Hector, enjoying the ensuing chaos.But at this moment Vincius stood up, "Silence!" He loudly asked everyone to be quiet, and he didn't speak until there was no sound in the hall.

"With all due respect, I have a question for everyone present," he asked, scanning the entire Knights' Hall. "Are we so blind? Is the monastery full of idiots? We immediately believe what we hear. and behave like animals? Guys, let us not be ashamed of the cross of Christ and think like normal people!"

"Vencius, son of Zobor, what do you mean?" Ambrosius stood up again with dissatisfaction on his face, "If I understand correctly, are you saying I'm lying?"

"Maybe your people are lying."

"Blasphemy!" Father Hector slammed the table down.

"Please, what does this have to do with God?" Vincius laughed, and Antal thought for a moment that he saw William in his youth. "Are you going to call me some devil's puppet again? It's just that I'm different from you. I'm not interested in money. I just want to know the truth."

Everyone was stunned, even Vincius himself, and only then did he realize what he had just said.

At this time, the door of the knight hall was slammed open, and a disheveled woman with tears in her eyes rushed in from the door.

"Zotemon!" the woman sobbed, passing through a line of stunned men, and plunging directly into the arms of the terrified-eyed knight. "Zoutermont, my love!" She buried him in his chest, kissing his face, "I thought you were dead! They told me you were here, and I came to your funeral! What is this? What's going on? Tell me quickly!"

"Who is this woman?" Vincius grasped at straws, "Could it be the woman that Mr. Dean's subordinates failed to find?"

"I don't know who this is!" Zoutermont tried to take the woman's hand away from him, "I've never seen her before!"

"What is this wanton woman doing here?" Ambrosius was furious, and immediately ordered the servants who came to take her away.

Instead of following his orders, they ran to his side and whispered something in his ear.

"What?" exclaimed Ambrosius, "what did you say?"

The servants continued to talk to the abbot, Ambrosius' face became more and more ugly, and he rushed out of the door without saying a word. At this moment, the servants dragged the crying woman Out of the lobby.

Ambrosius rushed into the corridor, and just about to turn around to look around, he was grabbed by a huge callused palm, nailing him to the cold stone wall.

"Think about what is more important to you, Ambrosius!" William Barto roared at him. "The gold of that viper is your own life!"

The abbot's eyes widened in horror, slowly filling with tears, and William's hands gripped him so hard he couldn't even swallow his saliva.

"What do you want...William?" Ambrosius asked with difficulty.

"I'll tell you what I want." William released his grip on Ambrosius' neck, and he sat on the ground limply like a rag. "And you have to do what I say, or I'll kill you!"

Ambrosius didn't think about getting up from the ground at all. He trembled like a poplar tree, silently pricking up his ears, waiting for William Barto to make his request.

(End of this chapter)