An angry roar, a startled scream, a question full of anxiety ... One after another in the hall, like a wave up and down, making the quiet churches of the past noisy like street taverns.

Standing on a high platform surrounded by dark-haired wizards, the 13 counts looked differently-Charlotte's face sank like water, and the five-year-old Earl of Lookout peaked "fighting side by side" with the Earl of Rainbow Bridge, fighting with Silvik Face red ears.

Glenwell, Earl of Stormburg, and Eckert, Earl of Fury, forcibly calmed down, constantly looking at the expressionless Loren, his eyes moving back and forth, guessing the truth behind the matter.

The rest of the counts, like the knights, were either amazed or skeptical, or wished they could just pounce on it, and stabbed the "disrupted" church deacon with a sword.

But they did not, because they were not without doubt.

And Victor Hughes, the former magistrate standing in the noisy crowd. He didn't look away from Loren Turin's face from beginning to end. The other person's expressionless, even indifferent to no care at all, he still has a fresh memory to this day.

It wasn't that Chengzhu was in the chest, it was just indifference; as if standing in front of him with generous speeches, the surging Deacon Hilvik was not a living entity, but a cold corpse.

This thought caused Victor to shudder for a while-if that was the case, then he might not only guess that there would be such a thing, it might even lead the situation deliberately, as the Yuqian trial did, let the leapfrog clown and the voice of doubt Take the initiative to stand up.

he……

What is he doing? !

"Your Excellency Gareth, Rainbow Bridge, you said you need evidence, and I happen to have evidence!" Hilvik pulled a seal from his arms and waved excitedly in his hands:

"This is the official record that His Excellency Leonardo buried his son Guyo Turin in a church cemetery before leaving Arles-the signature above does not have the name of Loren Turin at all!"

"Ordinarily, Lord Loren Turin should have been at least twelve years old at the time. Well, even if we were ignored because he was too young, then at least this document that buried his father should have His name ?! "

"The burial documents and the epitaph of the dead are all controlled by the church people!" Count Gareth defended Loren with a red face:

"Since that is the case, this kind of thing is not what you say, what?"

Hilvik sneered, and looked at Count Gareth with contempt. The other party had already begun to force words, which is simply the horn of letting him win the chase:

"Well, even as you said, it was my suspicion, I did not want to stand up and accuse Lord Loren Turin-but there is a very critical issue in that matter, that is ..."

"Who have seen the appearance of Loren Turin before the age of sixteen, all of you present, and even up and down the empire ?!"

This question surprised many people and did not understand what Hilvik wanted to say.

"No ... no, as far as I know." Silvik said somberly: "I collected a lot of information from Lotel, Ancient Wood Town, Wild Dog Village ... everyone who remembers Lord Loren Turin A very consistent answer: about 16 or 7 years old. "

"Our Lord Loren Turin is like he fell from the sky. No one has seen him in his childhood. He has been 16 or 7 years old since he appeared in this world!"

"A lot of nonsense!"

Earl Gareth retorted sharply, but the more he disproved him, the more he felt that he had no confidence, and could only pull his dry, hoarse throat, and excitedly made his cheeks full of blood: "These people are just bought by you, everyone knows that in Luo Tell, the power of the church is even greater than that of the Duke! "

"Can I think that you are questioning the integrity and authority of the church, Count Gareth?" Silvik was also angry, and the other party had clearly accused himself of discrediting the facts:

"Do you think I am slandering?"

"Isn't it?"

"Never possible-what good is the church for accusing and defaming a duke in public ?!"

"Of course it is ..."

Before Gareth had finished speaking, he felt he was held on his shoulders; looking back, Eckert, Earl of the Fury, stood behind him, staring calmly at the "arrogant" Deacon Hilvik opposite.

"The argument ends here, Deacon Silverwick."

Shaking his head, the Count of Fury Castle sighed and calmly said: "If you have anything else to say, please speak; I assure you that no one will interrupt you."

The Bayern knights stared at each other for a long while, and they all retreated to their surroundings, either angry or suspicious eyes moving back and forth between Hilvik and Loren.

One is a church trusted by all, and the other is the Duke who led them to win the battle of the Centaur and the dwarf civil war and bring honor.

Who on earth is hesitant to deceive their ambitions?

"There is only one thing I want to say ..."

Silvik's cold eyes swept the thirteen counts and stopped on the face of the dark-haired wizard; in the finally quiet hall, his words of justice were heard:

"Sir Loren Turin, from the evidence I have found, you are not the grandson of His Excellency Leonardo Turin, nor the son of Gaio Turin-at most, just one does not know where to be Lord Leonardo found it, and the adopted waiter was here. "

"The surname Turin was stolen from you!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his chest and looked up at the dark-haired wizard with awe, waiting for the other person to refute himself.

That's right, the other party simply can't refute himself.

Guyo Turin ’s epitaph, about Leonardo Turin ’s records in Lotaire, was mainly provided to him by the emissaries of the Duke of Arles, and some of them were also intentionally or unintentionally noticed by Silvik.

These evidences are of course suspected of catching the wind, but the advantage is that it cannot be falsified-whether it is those confessions from the Lotel people or the epitaphs of a small church in Arles, they are real.

If Loren refuted that these were all false, the advantage was on his side; in any case, the seeds of suspicion have been planted, and what will be waiting for Byrne will be a fragmented infighting.

A Bayern who fell into infighting, from strong to weak and even split, is the purpose of Hilvik; only if they are divided and hostile to each other, the church and the heavenly palace have room for interference.

As for the safety of his life, Silvik did not care at all-it would be better to say that he now wished that someone would rush out and kill himself; if he died in an accident and died at this celebration, he was unclear that it was Loren · Turin.

So he will never hurt himself, or even do his best to ensure that he will not have any accidents!

"Since you said I stole it, then ..."

Faceless Loren went down the steps and looked at Silvik:

"What the **** do you want from me?"

I want you to go to hell! Let you fall apart! Let you be swallowed up by countless lives, and then beg me to die!

These words, of course, Silvik will only talk in his heart, he will not even show a hint of such thoughts, and greet Loren with a scorching eye:

"I hope you can come up with enough evidence to prove your identity or refute everything I just said and prove that you are the blood of the Turin family!"

"Just these?"

The dark-haired wizard suddenly asked, and the tone of inquiry in Silvik sounded like a trace of sarcasm.

"Just these." Silvik nodded solemnly, and it is impossible for him to hit his face now.

"Great." Loren suddenly smiled, and looked calmly in the hall for a week: "I thought the church was trying to grab my handle, let me go to hell, be in disrepute, be swallowed by countless lives, and then begged me Just die. "

Joke-like words echoed in the church hall. Many of the thirteen counts and the guests present also showed sneers that were enlightened, and more were still angry and dissatisfied.

"Such jokes, you still have less to say." Silvik's expression is a lot uglier: "Please also ask the Duke as soon as possible to provide enough evidence to prove your identity is better."

"Evidence, this is simple." Loren, who smiled undiminishedly, raised his head, facing the pair of eyes that had changed from "righteousness" to a somewhat vicious look:

"Since what happened in Arles, please ask Arles' messenger to clarify for me-Bishop Arles, please!"

Ok? !

Following the eyes of the dark-haired wizard, everyone in the hall looked back at the same time, looking at an old man with gray hair and a golden-red church robe standing in the crowd.

"Respected Lord Lord Byrne, respected Church Deacon Lords, and everyone present ..." With a friendly smile, this old man on behalf of the Duke of Arles has a good posture:

"The identity of Duke Byrne should be a private matter of Byrne. I and the Principality of Arles do not intend to be involved."

Silvik's face turned black, and the corner of his mouth twitched instinctively.

Because of its remoteness, Arles and Bain ’s situation is similar, or even more serious-although the local is very religious to the church, it does not take the Holy Cross Church of the imperial capital very much; especially in recent years, the Arles church has almost changed Became a state of semi-independent kingdom.

In particular, this Bishop of Arles is too long-lived, and he is almost 80 years old, and he does not mean to kick his legs. It makes the church want to change the bishop of Arles.

But seeing that the other party is devoted enough, and can still follow the church's orders most of the time, the Holy Cross Church has to hold his nose.

"It doesn't matter, you just need to say whether you know it or not, that's enough." Loren looked at each other indifferently, not a little nervous.

At this time, Hilvik was nervous.

He knows that the Arles are absolutely unwilling to be involved in this matter publicly, otherwise Baine and Arles will never die; so the other party will never take the initiative to admit it, or stand on their own side.

Of course, he doesn't need it; Silvik needs only that the other party don't take the initiative to deny his own evidence and say that he has made a fake.

"As Bishop Arles, I must admit that she is not a rich, prosperous, and peaceful country, and many things are not under the control of my bishop."

Bishop Arles said in a very regretful tone, but then came a turn: "Fortunately, on my way to Bain, a priest who had had an intersection with the Duke and Lord I hope to see you again. "

"He ... is here now."

In the eyes of everyone who were puzzled but somewhat expectant, a young man in a black priest's suit and with an indifferent expression came out from behind the bishop and bowed stiffly to Loren.

"Master Loren Turin, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Silvik suddenly changed color and was speechless in shock.

That's right, it's him, it's him ...

The person who provided himself with the evidence and news is him!

Why is he here, why? !

Suddenly, Silvik figured out something.

The pupils gradually contracted, and the expression of righteousness and awe was replaced by fear and became more terrifying, and the blush on the cheeks faded into a pale pale blood.

He did not dare to look back at Loren, who was expressionless from beginning to end, not to look at the Bayern knights who were still in amazement and anger around him-those sights seemed to Silvik one after another. The roots bound his chains, slowly tightening, choking his throat!

This is a game, a game that has been set up a long time ago ... and I actually obediently obeyed, and even got in without thinking!

"... the situation was abrupt at that time, and Leonardo Turin was in a state of extreme grief. In a hurry, we did not have a complete record, including whether the epitaph of His Excellency Guyo Turin was to engrave his surname, Lai His Excellency Leonardo Turin also hesitated for a long time. "

"So in order to take care of Lord Leonardo's emotions, we only registered his name, but everyone in our church knows Lord Loren Turin."

With that said, the indifferent young man looked at the former ex-Judge Victor Hughes: "On this point ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ once asked us about the situation and confirmed the identity of Lord Loren Turin's Sky Dome, it should be known of."

Hearing this sentence, the extremely panicked Sylvik immediately turned his eyes to Victor Hughes, with a hint of begging in his eyes.

The indifferent Lord Yuqian's eyes flickered, and it was difficult to determine what he was thinking; but if he was willing to stay out of the matter, he even denied the existence of this matter, or even forgot ...

That's right, as long as he can deny this, even if he just says he doesn't know, he can still ...

"For the confirmation of the identity of Duke Loren Turin, it is the responsibility of the special intelligence personnel of the empire, and there is no affiliation with the Yuqian cabinet; I will not say that I do not know anything about the unclear things."

Victor Hughes said coldly: "But ... the intelligence itself should be true."

Snapped!

At that moment, a clear sound echoed from Silvik's ear, as if there was something ...

Broken.