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When I heard that Ms. Celia of Ren Charity wanted to recruit young and promising subordinates, eligible boys and girls swarmed.

Monica sat in front of the church door and taught all the interviewers in the school.

The boys and girls who came here were almost all poor. Most of them were disheveled, exuding sweat and body odor. A large group of people gathered together to make the taste even more punchy.

Everyone at the California Hotel couldn't take it anymore, his face was a bit ugly, but he had to continue to maintain law and order.

Monica, sitting indifferently among these people, did not show even a hint of impatience and disgust, but seemed very comfortable.

Her attitude gave the poor people a sense of spring breeze, and her senses became better and better.

And Beta, drinking fruit wine in the tavern at this time, listening to the bard singing a song. In front of him, there was a drunken bragging: "I'm not afraid to tell you, here in the Northwest, the real master is Earl Billy, and the second is the Marquis of Clare. In many things, without Earl Billy nodding, you You can't do it. If you want to open a shop on the street, you must first send five gold coins to the housekeeper of Earl Billy. "

Beta was a little strange: "The marquis should be bigger than the count, why is the most powerful one instead?"

The wine glass shook the wine glass in his hand and was empty.

Beta waved, and the prepared waiter brought a glass of fruit wine. Jiuyu took it with satisfaction, took a sip first, and then continued: "If you want to be the boss, at least you must have soldiers. The father of Marquis of Claire, who led the army that year, was overwhelmed, even if it was Six years have passed, and the Marquis House has not slowed down. Count Clare was only thirteen years old at the time, and now he is nineteen years old, how can he compare with the well-established Count Billy. "

"So what do I need to pay attention to if I want to get close to Count Billy?"

"The mercenary wants to see Earl Billy, or he is particularly strong. Or he will go to see Big Fat Bear for help."

"Big fat bear?"

"There is a big river on the northwest side of our holy city, and there is a pier there. The big fat bear is right there. The whole pier is under his control. You will know when you go."

"Thanks."

Beta paid for the wine, for a total of thirty-two copper coins. Quite cheap.

Northwest Wharf is also lively here, after all, river transportation is a very convenient thing.

The pier is not too big, but it is divided into upper and lower sides, and there is a long, low-rise building group on the embankment highlands near the river. Further down is the fixed long sloping slab of the pier. There are one or two boats next to the same long aisle.

Beta walked around the embankment, attracting many people's attention. All of them had weapons and sharp eyes, but they didn't bother to get Beta, they were just on alert.

After a turn, Beta left.

When he returned to North County Chapel, he saw many people surrounded the church, and many people were lying on the ground.

Monica was still sitting behind the table in the middle of the church, examining the interviewee.

Beta walked over, found Captain Harriman, and asked, "What's going on?"

"A group of **** just came here, saying that this is the site of the Marquis of Clare. No matter what activities are carried out, the consent of the Marquis must be obtained, otherwise it will be a violation of law."

"Then you held them down?"

Harriman shrugged. "It was an order from the hostess after all."

Beta walked to the groaning-groaning bastards, and when they saw someone coming over, they all showed resentful eyes. And one of them even shouted, "You are over, the Marquis of Clare will kill you."

Beta touched it and asked, rather puzzled: "Is Marquis Clare such an idiot?"

"You dare scold the marquis ..."

"It's hard to say, after all, some aristocrats are really mentally handicapped and cannot be judged by common sense. Anyway, it should be clear to meet."

Beta stunned the man with one kick.

Clare Manor.

Young, even clumsy, Claire was coughing at this point. After finally coughing, he half leaned on the bedside, looking at the verdant greenness of the manor outside the window, his heart filled with sorrow.

How long can my body persist?

How long can the Clare family last?

He has always believed that the most terrible thing in the world is not death. Instead, he watched death approaching himself.

That sense of powerlessness can make life unable to resist the despair of resistance.

But he did not dare to die. What if my mother dies, my two younger brothers and my youngest sister? He could see that when he died, neither his mother nor his second brother could support the family, and he would soon be suppressed by Count Billy.

In the end, the Claire family may still exist, but Claire's bloodline will definitely be replaced. Some irrelevant people will live in as the owner's stranger.

Thinking of this, he could not help coughing again.

As if to cough out the lungs.

He finally stopped coughing. He was about to sleep in bed when someone knocked on the door.

He answered weakly, "Please come in."

When the door came, Claire turned her head and sighed, "It's Jeff. Is there anything? If there's nothing urgent, can you let me sleep for a while?"

Jeff hesitated for a moment and then said, "Master, I want you to rest more. But this time, you may see it. A young man who claims to be a member of Archbishop Celia wants to see you. "

"A subordinate wants to see me?" Claire smiled with a self-deprecating grin: "If the archbishop came a few years ago, I would have to let him wait. Now ... forget it, see you, see you. Three It ’s been years, this is the first force who dares to come to visit me on my own initiative.

Claire got up from the bed, Jeff hurried over, supported his body, and helped him put on a noble robe.

Then slowly move step by step to the meeting room.

Beta waited for a long time in the living room. He even thought in his heart whether the owner had released his pigeons, or let him wait here intentionally!

He even had the thought of leaving.

But just then, he heard slow, weak footsteps from the corridor. Walking slowly step by step, after walking for a long time, only appeared from the side door.

Claire didn't see who was standing in the living room. He walked directly to his main seat, sat up hard, and then looked at Beta.

From the side door to the main seat, only ten meters away, he walked for almost a minute.

The man's face was as white as a vampire, Yintang was blue, and he was about to die. But he only stared at the stubborn eyes in front of him, but showed a silent pride.

Such a person would send a mess to make trouble?

Beta instantly had the answer.

After sitting upright, Claire finally looked at Beta, and then froze.

The man in front of him was full of energy and calm.

But Claire reacted quickly: "Why didn't your Archbishop come? Visiting a marquis would make him feel insulting?"

"If it is a friendly visit, my host will come." Although I guessed the truth, I still have to go through the cuts: "The lord sent a group of people to our church to cause trouble. The host sent me to ask the reason. "

"I don't even know who your master is," Claire said with a grin. "If I said I was framed, would you believe it?"

"Letter," Beta said lightly.

This straightforward answer surprised Claire a little: "You actually believe it?"

"The words of the Marquis can still be believed." Naturally Beta didn't explain much: "Since this, then I apologize to the Marquis first. This is a misunderstanding."

"No ... cough." Claire coughed a few times, and then there was a sick red flush on his face, and after a while he let out his breath and said, "Nothing, thank you for trusting us."

Beta looked up and down Claire for a while, and asked strangely, "Marquis, this disease has been dragged on for a long time, why not treat it with magic?"

"Magic can't cure it!"

"It's just a lung disease, how can an advanced rickets not be cured?" Beta asked.

Claire chuckled, and the movement made him cough slightly: "Advanced rickets can only be used by people above the bishop level. In our holy city, all the bishops seem to want to see me die."

Beta was a little strange, but after thinking it over, she understood why.

This is a holy city, a holy place for sects.

The nobility is a symbol of national will. The priest did not like all the aristocrats. If Claire had a lung disease in general, someone would definitely be willing to help.

But what if more powerful people promise benefits?

When a marquis falls, even if he can only drink soup, he can get a lot of things.

The bishops will naturally help the better. So Claire saw the most unforgiving 'unity' in the world.

In fact, it is not difficult to solve this situation ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ As long as there is a bishop of the life gods, he is willing to stand behind the Claire family and help Claire cure lung disease.

In this way, even if he does not take the initiative, he can cause differentiation in the bishop group, and then he will be divided into three parties. One side supported Leclerc, one side supported Claire's counterpart, and one side was the non-members.

To put it plainly, no one is optimistic about the problems caused by young Claire.

As for why they do n’t fall down ... The marquis is already a big aristocracy at the top of the aristocracy. If the theology is clearly directed at a marquis, then some of the nation ’s aristocratic forces will definitely jump out.

Billy was against Claire, it was a matter between nobles, it was an internal fight.

Therefore, the bishops are not optimistic about this matter, do not participate, and ignore the attitude.

Moreover, many bishops received bribes from Billy.

"Our host is very kind." Beta smiled. "She even helps the poor to heal, not to mention a big man like you."