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

They carefully sat on the fur sofa by the fire, looked at each other timidly, and then lowered their heads silently.

"I always feel...Ms. Nunalia is different from before."

The head maid dutifully added cleaned coals to the fireplace, gave up all thoughts of slander, and glanced at Nunalia quietly.

Nunalia was struggling to pull out the drawer from the locked bedside table, and a worn-out black iron box appeared in front of her.

After staring for a moment, Nunalia opened the first layer of the iron box and took out several old and crumpled canvases.

They were spread out on the table, and after being assembled in a strange way, a hole in the center of the canvas was particularly eye-catching.

There should have been Nunalia's mother.

Chapter 296: Where did Clintina come from?

A family portrait belonging to Nunalia, the lady sitting in the middle was torn off irregularly in a child-like manner, leaving jagged velvet fibers like a scar that will never heal.

The maids sat shivering on the sofa next to the fireplace, lowering their heads, feeling the mistress's low-pressure breath, and suddenly realized that standing in the snow outside the door and freezing in the cold wind was a better choice.

Nunalia looked at her young self and the kind and strange faces in the portraits. After a long silence, she quietly stuffed the torn canvases back into the pitted iron box with a sense of age, and started again. Storage locked.

Her eyes gradually turned to another portrait placed by the bedside, in which Nunalia was an adult, holding a babbling girl in her arms.

This portrait only shows the mother and daughter. The only difference is that at that time, Nunalia's attire was within the etiquette scope of the Silver Moon Empire and belonged to the duchess's gorgeous clothes, instead of the monotonous and loose robes she wears now.

This is a set of portraits, fifteen in total.

The girl's transformation from a swaddling baby to barely learning, including the fear in the eyes of seven-year-old Clintina when she went to Winter City, was all completed under the watchful eyes of Nunalia.

Nunalia looked at the earliest portrait, which was set fifteen or sixteen years ago.

Her eyes gradually became colder, her fingers caressed Clintina's canvas, and she revealed an ambiguous smile.

"Clintina? Just an unlucky but well-behaved child."

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"Get up, you guys."

Nunalia's cold voice pierced the ears of the maids, and the head maid's body instinctively surged.

She looked at Nunalia, who had gotten up early, and then at the rising morning sun, with a look of horror and embarrassment on her face.

Yesterday, because I was allowed to serve Nunalia at close range for the first time, I was so nervous that I was too excited to sleep.

The girls stayed up one by one, but the fireplace next to them was too warm, so at the last moment of the night, one by one they curled up together on the sofa and fell asleep, and then rarely woke up.

As a maid, it is simply derelict to let her master wake her up.

She hurriedly woke up the girls who were sleeping in complicated postures on the sofa, then dressed and washed Nunalia and fixed her hair.

"There will be a distinguished guest this morning. You go to the door to receive her, but don't be too polite."

The head maid asked: "Is it in the Duke's Mansion down there?"

"Right here in my bedroom."

"Ah, this..."

"Any questions?"

"No, no." The head maid was obviously a little surprised. After all, Nunalia had never entertained guests in her bedroom, not even envoys from the empire.

Could it be that...Ms. Nunalia is going to betray Mr. Richard?

The head maid could only ask in a low voice: "Excuse me, what is the gender of that distinguished guest? We need to prepare different etiquette to welcome him."

"female."

The head maid patted her chest: "Ha, fortunately."

Lady Nunalia is still loyal. Although I feel sorry for the Duke to say this, the Duke can just be a decoration.

"What's good? Head maid, you seem to have a lot on your mind?"

"No, I'm going to prepare immediately. May I ask who the guest is? We want to pay attention to the taboos." The head maid realized her gaffe and said dutifully.

"pope."

"what?"

"You have too many questions."

"Sorry, Madam Nunalia, let's go get ready."

The head maid almost jumped up and took the remaining maids to prepare.

Nunalia was sitting in her seat, not in a good mood.

After all, she has always been at odds with the Pope.

……

After about two hours, Nunalia finally waited for her guest.

"Liya, it's been a long time since I saw you. You still don't look very kind. Frowning doesn't look good."

"Shut up, Puff, and call me Lady Nunalia!"

Pope Chenxi's face immediately turned ugly: "What Puff, where did you hear the news? How did you know that my name is Puff!"

"Oh, my eyes and ears are perceptive."

"It seems that a lot of bugs have penetrated the church. I need to clean it again when I go back... No, only little Eve knows my real name. Did Richard tell you?"

Nunalia said with ambiguous eyes: "No, not him, others, your people."

"It seems that you, a conspiracy theorist, won't tell me." Puff knew that he was slightly defeated in the first confrontation today.

But the name Puff is indeed too cute and should not exist on a chief pope of the Church of the Dawn.

If it weren't for the fact that Lathander's followers had to respect their origins and couldn't change their names, Puff would have changed this cute and lovable name a long time ago.

"Liya, your mouth is still so poisonous."

"Call me Lady Nunalia, little Puff."

"Forget it, I'm not here to argue with you."

Today, Puff visited Nunalia in the most official capacity. On behalf of the Dawn Church, he sent a diplomatic visit application to the Midden Duke's Palace and informed the entire Silver Moon Empire.

It was 200 years ago that Pope Morning visited the Duke's Palace with such great fanfare during the reign of the last pope.

Obviously, the entire Silver Moon Empire understands that the Midden Territory is going to make big moves recently.

Nunalia took out a gold card and said disgustedly: "Is it possible that your church is short of money again?"

"What? Why do you think I came to you because I was short of money?"

"This is what was recorded in the files from 20 years ago. The original words are, "The Church of Dawn is just a bunch of stinky beggars, poor and tough." It seems that you, the new pope, don't know that."

"Our noble and tough character is said to be poor and tough by a noble like you? It turns out that the Duke's Palace has always viewed us like this!" Puff's face was a little ugly, but this was indeed a past event that she didn't know. "Although the current management of the church The situation is also not good, but I’m here to discuss more important things with you.”

"You speak, I'm listening."

Puff paused, and then said very straightforwardly: "In the past few days when Miss Clintina came back, I observed her for a while out of curiosity. I found that the purity of her bloodline seemed to be too high."

"Then I investigated the old files and found a problem that I couldn't figure out..."

"Ms. Nunalia, please tell me, Miss Clintina...is she really Anjia's person?"

Nunalia faced the Pope without changing her expression and said softly: "Yes, she is my stepdaughter, the undisputed bloodline of the An family."

"I don't agree. I suspect there is something wrong with your daughter! Nunalia, I hope the Church of Dawn can directly intervene in Midden Territory. Some invisible conspiracies are already infiltrating. To be honest, you are the most suspect!"

"No, I don't agree. The church can only operate in the religious field. The secular authority belongs to me."

"But I can only remind you that my Inquisition has already begun to take action. They never obey my orders."

"Then let them come and bear the consequences!"

Chapter 297 Clinina’s biological mother

After Nunalia's murderous threats, Puff still asked the most sensitive and pointed question: "So... Liya, I vaguely remember that you are just Duke An's lover - legally speaking."

Nunalia said warily: "Why, you are trying to overthrow my rule in the Midden Territory, and you want to start a war with me?"

Puff was not intimidated by Nunalia's momentum like ordinary people, she just took a sip of tea and continued to ask: "No, I just want to ask, who has the final say in Midden Leader now? "

Nunalia frowned and said: "Puff, we have known each other for many years, why do you still ask such a childish question? Is there anything else in the Miden collar that can influence me?"

"So let me meet the real legal lord of Midden Territory, Duke An."

"You overstepped!"

"No, I didn't. As the Pope of the Dawn, and as the Chosen God of Lathander, I have the right to directly talk to Duke An."

"This is the Forbidden Zone." Nunalia's face gradually turned cold, and she threatened, "If you want to do something, you can try it."

"Don't always be so angry. I don't have much ill will towards you. If I had, we would have broken down ten years ago - you wanted me to acquiesce in colluding with the Evil God Cult." Puff suddenly squeezed. Nunalia looked at her face and said softly, "Liya, I just want to make sure that you are still you."

"The church still suspects that I am the bride of Baal?" Nunalia slapped Puff's fingers away and said disdainfully, "Don't be stupid, I was abandoned by Baal long ago when I was in the orc territory. And you think that I am a mortal, If you don’t have any level, will you be favored by Barr?”

Puff sighed: "It's just because you are a mortal that we are worried about this. In any case, Barr's bewitchment should not be exempt from mortals, unless you are really tough in soul and strong in will."

Nunalia said arbitrarily: "Then I have an extremely powerful soul and will. I am perfect and special. Only I, who is so special and perfect, can lead Miden to this point, and let you Dawn Believers We can sit back, relax and enjoy the faith throughout Middenland.”

"Liya, I'm not questioning you. But no matter what, let me meet Duke An himself." Puff lowered her posture, not at all as arrogant as the Pope should be, and her tone was even a little soft, " I just need to make sure that Clintina is the heir of Duke An and a normal heir of the An family."

"What are you worried about?"

"Son of Baal, you understand. Once the bloodline sown by the god Baal in the human world is stimulated, the disasters she can cause cannot be stopped by a few high-ranking legends."

"I... agree. At this point, Duke An will come out of the tower."

"Mysterious Duke An, since the great civil strife in Midden Territory 800 years ago, Duke An has begun to hide his existence, which makes us very uneasy." Puff said gratefully, "I am probably the first person in 800 years. A pope who can see Duke An in person.”

"Oh, stupid." Nunalia, who knew a lot, didn't say much.

Nunalia dismissed the maid and took Puff up to the door of the tower.

The huge wooden door was slowly opened, and a burly body wearing huge heavy armor took heavy steps and walked out of the wooden door.

Because of the existence of Puff, the powerful Pope of Dawn, Duke An also instinctively released his intimidating aura, which made the already weak Nunalia turn pale.

Puff, with quick eyes and quick hands, helped her up.

"It seems that the Duke is not very understanding of emotions and is not gentle enough?" Puff stared at Duke An's eyes under his helmet, feeling a little strange, "Your Majesty, could you please take off your helmet and speak?"