Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

"Don't worry, we at Midenland pursue a "one-step" service. As long as you join the organization, you will never be trapped in endless regulations and permissions."

The Marquis of Nord took off his hat to reveal his sparse Mediterranean and bowed lightly, "Friends, welcome to join Middenland. I have some official duties and will take my leave now. Someone will guide you later on the follow-up matters."

The traveler said sincerely: "Thank you friend, you are an honest and enthusiastic human being, and you are a friend of my clan."

After the Marquis Nord left, the travelers locked the wooden door and then all lowered their hoods.

Her long silver-white hair is like a stream of light, her red eyes are like a gem emitting crystal luster, and her exquisite appearance is almost unmatched by humans.

It's a moon elf, an extremely rare pure blood moon elf.

A young male moon elf questioned: "Mr. Goode, why should we obey the management of a human official? If we reveal our identity, they will definitely receive us respectfully."

The leader, Good, educated: "This is the Midden Territory, one of the most powerful provinces in the empire. You can't guarantee that they won't covet our identity as moon elves. Moreover, there are many evil gods entrenched in the Midden Territory. Order, it is always right to act with caution, the blood of the Moon Elf is no reason for you to show off."

The young moon elf said angrily: "No, I just think we are a little unlucky. When we were passing by the Nord Territory, we were injured by the scales of the crystal dragon in the sky. When we were about to settle down and recuperate, a lot of demons suddenly appeared in the Nord Territory. .”

"After finally fighting his way out, he was inspired by the heavenly bombardment of Lathander to fight into the wilderness city. Later, he was chased by the snake demon, the fire demon, and was even sent flying by a giant ax orc riding a black wolf. .”

"Later, I planned to enter the orc territory through the Western Mountains and borrowed the road from Noo Mountain. However, I encountered heavy snow and the orc Great Khan drove a super big waaaah. I almost died under the Noo Mountain Fortress. In the end, I was shot by the legendary orc archer. A few arrows.”

"Now that my sister has no news again, I can't even think about what will happen next. We must be loved by the goddess of misfortune, or the goddess of luck must have abandoned us!"

Thinking of this, not only the young moon elf, but also others could not help but feel that this journey was full of sadness.

Without these accidents, they would have arrived at Miden Territory long ago.

Goode could only scold helplessly: "Well, at least the Midden Territory is not as dangerous as the Nord Territory, so stop complaining!"

A female moon elf asked gently: "So, dear, we will obey their arrangements and go to northern Xinjiang to find our daughter?"

Good affirmed: "Of course, I believe that enthusiastic friend can detect through magic that he is not lying and is very honest. As an official of Midden Territory, he must have stayed in Winter City for most of his life. If even he We don’t even know where our daughter is, so we can only go to Northern Xinjiang to look for her.”

Chapter 266 Some people are not trustworthy

At the starting point of the mountains on the east side of Warm Winter City, a magnificent and magnificent building is located here.

The most exquisitely carved reliefs and gentle and melodious hymns echoed gently in the mountains covered by winter snow, and the bright breath of morning sun overcame the coldness of northern Xinjiang.

This is the first sanctuary of the Church of the Dawn, the seat of the Pope, the birthplace of the Great Saint, the pilgrimage place for fanatics, and the place of miracles in Lathander.

A priest with red lips and white teeth, wearing a tall priest's hat, sat at the highest point of the sanctuary. She said with a calm voice that could melt glaciers: "Margrave Nord, welcome."

Marquis Nord did not have much self-respect as a nobleman. He clasped his hands together in a prayer posture, lowered his upper body, and said respectfully: "Send hello to you, Great Pope of Dawn Sanctuary. I have admired you for a long time."

The Pope did not have much oppressive air about him. Instead, he smiled gently and said: "There is no need for red tape. The First Sanctuary is located in Midden. At least here, everything is kept simple."

Standing next to her was a bald priest with angry eyes, a burly figure and a fierce temperament. He said in a deep voice: "Everything should be kept simple, so Marquis Nord, the church only allows you to visit because you are the governor of Nord. .The Pope’s time is limited, and it will bring disaster.”

Marquis Nord glanced at the priest, his heart trembling secretly.

This bald pastor is the first presiding judge of the Tribunal of the Church of Dawn, and he is also the executioner who is frightened by believers in the church and outsiders.

Any act that insults Lathander will be punished by him and his inquisitors in the most cruel and horrific punishment.

The presiding judge is not at all different from ordinary Dawn believers. He does not have the warm temperament of spring breeze. The blood-red runes with murderous meaning on his head and the scars that almost run through the entire head look ferocious and brutal.

Several long mithril nails were deeply embedded in his temples and brow bones. The serious injuries he suffered over the years had long since caused complete necrosis of his facial nerves. His expression like an abyss demon was equivalent to a direct intimidation-type mental judgment.

The slightly broken heavy armor and the flail that is always bleeding in the hand are full of heretical wails, and the iron boots full of spikes are stained by countless dead souls.

As the executioner of the Church of the Dawn who has always been hidden in the shadows, the Chief Inquisitor has an almost self-contained tribunal and even has the power to judge the Pope.

They hide in the dark almost all year round. If one of them appears next to the Pope, it can only mean that something big is about to happen.

This was also the reason why Marquis Nord was a little frightened.

In the Silver Moon Empire, although the Church of Dawn promised not to interfere in all political affairs of Silver Moon, it did not mean that they could not.

As a Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of the imperial nobles, it will always impose the most undeniable judgment on those apostates who are too close to the cultists, regardless of parishes and territories.

In the history of the empire, there was a record of an emperor being jointly sentenced by the judges of the Tribunal for completely turning to the evil god.

So his appearance...

Marquis Nord suddenly had a guess in his mind, but immediately gave up the ridiculous idea.

These things were beyond the reach of an exiled marquis.

Marquis Nord said bravely: "Dear Pope, and the presiding judge, I hope to obtain the power to convert."

The presiding judge's face immediately darkened. He shook the flail in his hand and asked sternly: "Treachery!"

The Pope still looked calm, and she said slowly: "Wait a minute, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge, I think the Marquis Nord will have his reasonable thoughts."

The Marquis of Nord was slowly dripping with cold sweat, and he tried to keep his breath calm: "Nord Territory has completely surrendered to the skirt of Lady Nunalia of Midden Territory. In order to prove my sincerity, I would like to do so in the name of the highest officer of Nord Territory. Believe in Lathander."

The presiding judge angrily scolded: "Are you worthy? Dog of Exile? Under your rule, Nordland was invaded by Baal, demons descended, and all living beings were devastated."

"Don't be so strict, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge." The Pope sat on the Holy See, leaning on his chin and said calmly, "In front of Nordland, there is a dispute between Middenland and the royal family, and behind it there are evil spirits entrenched in the drow's night march, and the left and right are struggling to move. The Marquis of Nord has tried his best, at least the Marquis has never given up resistance."

When the presiding judge saw the Pope saying this, he finally angrily said: "Mediocre person."

Marquis Nord could only lower his head deeply.

The Pope reminded: "My Lord Marquis, nobles of your level need to be baptized by the senior priests of the Church of the Moon. If we accept your conversion, it will be blasphemy against Ms. Su Lun. I think you know this. .”

The Marquis insisted: "I no longer have any faith in the goddess Sullun. I am no longer a believer in Sullun. I will not offend the great goddess Sullun."

"I want to know why," the pope said.

"Nordland was invaded by a large number of demons, but I never received any warning from the pastor of the Church of the Moon. I dare not question the gods, but this is the fact." Marquis Nord said forcefully, "The Church of the Moon is the state religion in the empire. It has been decaying and collapsing for thousands of years, and it has become worthy of belief."

Unlike the Church of the Morning, which promised never to interfere in politics, the Church of the Moon has always been deeply integrated with nobles from all over the world.

In many territories in the empire, nobles and priests were almost integrated. Church parishes were the jurisdictions of the nobles, and the two were highly overlapping.

Under the background of Midden Territory guarding the northern part of the empire and ensuring the comfort of the Silver Moon for thousands of years, the Church of the Moon was no exception and fell into extravagant enjoyment together with the nobles.

As time went by, the pastors of the Church of the Moon were no longer able to perform their duties of guarding against demons in the outside world.

The ladies of Selun were even seduced by Baal and led to rebellion. They were beguiled by Baal and ignored the abyss gate opened in Nordland, becoming one of the sources of disaster in Nordland.

This is also a thorn in the heart of Marquis Nord, who has been dissatisfied with the Church of the Moon for a long time.

The Pope made the final verdict: "I'm sorry, Marquis Nord, the Church of Dawn does not accept apostates. As for the matters of the Church of the Moon, the Church of Dawn has no right to interfere."

Lathander and Selun are allies. Although their relationship is close, there is no reason why their respective churches can point fingers at each other.

The churches are independent and have no affiliation with each other, not to mention that the Church of the Moon's parish in Silver Moon is much larger than the Church of the Dawn.

Marquis Nord clenched his fists tightly, and then said dejectedly: "Is this really so? I was the one who was rude. My Lord Pope, I have been bothering you for a long time. Please take my leave."

The Pope stopped him: "But Lord Marquis, I want to ask you to do something."

"Please speak."

"If possible, I hope you can ask Mr. Richard to come to the church and give me a message."

"Richard?" Marquis Nord asked, "Is he the hot minister next to Lady Nunalia recently?"

"Yes."

Marquis Nord was a little afraid that this was muddy water, so he said cautiously: "Your Majesty the Pope, please allow me to talk, why don't you send your priest to make a formal invitation in person?"

The presiding judge angrily shouted: "Where do you come from so many words!"

"I'm just afraid that a formal invitation will offend that already extremely sensitive nerve." The Pope glanced at the silver moon rising in the sky and nodded gently, "Please tell him that some people are not trustworthy, and he will understand. .”

"I obey your instructions, Your Holiness."

"Then please come back, it's been a long time." The pope's eyes suddenly glowed with warmth, and Marquis Nord couldn't help but look at her. He felt as if his soul was being drawn in, and his thoughts gradually dulled.

In a brief trance, Marquis Nord seemed to hear the call.

He trembled suddenly, his vision was restored in a strange way, and his mind returned to his brain, but he found that he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar place.

"Look, Mr. Richard, he must be running errands for Pope Chenxi. He was obviously bewitched by that woman. You were also so stupid when you came back from the sanctuary."

"I have to say that although he is the sole pope of the Church of Dawn, he specializes in seducing and seducing souls. It is really full of bad taste."

"Coaxing and deception, and force and coercion if missionary failure fails. That's what religion is like, Mr. Richard."

"Hey, Mrs. Eve, these words shouldn't come out of your mouth at all."

Chapter 267 There is a high probability that they are a pair of girls

After the Margrave of Nord left, only the Pope and the presiding judge remained.

Obviously the presiding judge was not in a good mood.

Even when facing the Pope, the presiding judge said in a questioning tone: "Your Holiness, why do you pay too much attention to an astral summoner? I admit that their faction is very rare and powerful, but this is not what the servants of the gods need to care about."

The pope said solemnly: "Your Excellency, you are always so extreme. This is normal. After all, your duty is only to hunt heretics. But as the pope, I must think about the future of the entire church."

The presiding judge said coldly: "I don't think a mere star summoner can influence the future of the Church of Dawn."

"It seems that your 20-year wall-facing career has made you somewhat out of touch with the world." The Pope added, "Richard is the astral summoner. His master has been promoted to a high-ranking legend."

The presiding judge's eyes finally showed a little emotion at this time, and he mused: "I didn't expect that the Silver Moon royal family could really watch the rise of a high-ranking legendary star realm mage."

The Pope explained: "Of course I didn't just watch. Because of her outstanding talent, Ms. Aili was a thorn in the side of the royal family from the beginning. But she survived. Although she paid an extremely heavy price, at least now the royal family has completely taken advantage of her. There is no way."

The presiding judge praised: "But it is admirable to be promoted to a high-level legend under the pressure of that narrow-minded royal family, but it is not worthy of the church's effort."

"This is just one of the reasons." The Pope said patiently, "In the 20 years since you left secular affairs, Midden Territory has undergone earth-shaking changes. I think you have heard about it recently. A woman named Nunalia controlled the Midden collar.”

The presiding judge clenched his hands and said with murderous intent on his face: "I know that she is an unscrupulous, cruel and perverse dictator who has an affair with the Evil God Church. I don't understand why you would condone her."

"It's not condonation, but gratitude." The pope corrected, "I can tell you responsibly that without her, the scattered Midden Territory will inevitably collapse."

She continued: "At that time, not only the missionaries of the Church of the Moon, but even our parish will be directly and completely occupied by foreign orcs or cultists. If that happens, the First Sanctuary will become the most shameful sanctuary of the Church of the Morning. Therefore, I will also become the most incompetent pope of the Church of the Dawn."

The presiding judge said a little irritably: "I don't understand this. Now that you have made a decision, at least I will support it until everything comes to an end. Please make sure that Nunalia's position is controllable! Lathander asks us not to Contaminating power, but we have all the power to cut off all filth.”

"This is exactly what I am worried about. Nunalia, a rare dictator in the world, seems to be uncontrollable." The Pope expressed his biggest worry, "I learned that she has completely become a saint of the Baal Order. She lost the battle, but some Baal believers did not abandon her completely, so something obviously went wrong."

"Then kill her." The presiding judge's face darkened. "Since you allowed the beast to grow, it is up to the trial court to bear the stigma of betrayal. This is the responsibility of the trial court."

"No, no, the Midden Territory must not lose Nunalia. Your Excellency, the Inquisitor, I don't want to see any Inquisitor appear in the Duke's Palace without my order!" the Pope sternly ordered.

"Then how to solve it? I obey your orders, Your Holiness."

The Pope sighed: "Going back to the beginning of Richard, he is a close minister of Nunalia, and he may be able to cooperate with us. At least when we have to judge Nunalia, he can become the next leader of Midden. the actual controller.”

The presiding judge doubted: "I don't think a mage who is less than a legend can have the ability to replace Nanalia."

The Pope explained: "He is probably the fiancé of Clindina, the first heir of Midden Territory, and he has a huge reputation in various fields. The most important thing is that he has an underground city, a very large underground city."