Stephanie took a deep breath and handed the intelligence to Roland.
After reading it, Roland's first reaction was that this was a big deal.
In fact, Roland and Stephanie both guessed that something must have happened to the Church of Light.
But in their guesses, at most, there was a problem with an archbishop or a high-ranking priest.
But now, it turned out that a Saint Samurai had been corrupted?
This meant that this year's Saint Samurai had a major problem in terms of faith and education.
The Saint Samurai was the pride and face of the Church of Light.
The pope and the Holy Lady were the core of a church. But as long as it was a God Sect, there would be these two positions.
The Saint Samurai, on the other hand, was unique in the Church of Light.
Powerful and charismatic, they were a symbol of combat power and could invisibly attract more people to become believers of the Church of Light with their beautiful looks.
It could be said that the Church of Light's current scale was almost equal to the Church of Life in terms of the number of believers because at least a third of the believers worshiped the Saint Samurai and understood the doctrine of light before finally becoming believers.
But now, the Saint Samurai, who represented truth, goodness, and beauty, had been corrupted and fallen.
"No wonder the Holy Lady asked me for help, but there was something wrong with her words." Roland sat down and returned the intelligence to Stephanie. "Things are going to get very troublesome next. What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? Let's see how it goes and deal with changes by staying the same. In any case, the corruption of the Saint Samurai will definitely cause turmoil in the entire capital. "
Stephanie rubbed her forehead.
As a princess, she had a good sense of political changes. Although she wasn't as good as those cunning foxes, she was still one of the best in her younger life.
"How about I stay here for now?" said Roland.
"That's great." Stephanie smiled.
With Andonara here, her personal safety wouldn't be a problem.
But Andonara was much less observant of politics. If Roland stayed, she would have a partner to ask and discuss with if something really happened.
She wouldn't have to struggle alone.
Lady Bluebird watched quietly and didn't say anything.
She occasionally poured wine for the three of them.
The three of them were big shots. When they were discussing important matters, it was best not to interrupt.
Looking at the distressed Stephanie, Roland thought for a moment and suggested, "Why don't you talk to His Majesty about it?"
"Is that okay?" Stephanie was a little distressed. "Father doesn't really like people who are incapable. As the heir and the future queen, if I go to him every time I meet him, will I … give him a bad impression and eventually remove my right as heir?"
"Definitely not." Roland said with a smile, "You're too nervous. What's happening now is a major event. If you meet him as a member of the royal family instead of the future queen, the situation will naturally be different."
Stephanie was greatly enlightened. "That's right, not only am I the future queen, but I'm also his daughter."
This was because Stephanie, as a player in the game, cared too much about the title of future queen.
Therefore, it was inevitable that he would lose sight of the other when doing things.
However, she was still very smart. She was able to figure it out with just a hint.
After taking a sip of fruit wine, Stephanie took Andonara to the palace.
Although Andonara wasn't armed, with her current strength, she could fight her way out of the palace with Stephanie even without a weapon.
Not to mention … if weapons weren't available, they could be robbed.
There were a lot of soldiers in the palace, and it couldn't be easier to grab a weapon.
Roland, on the other hand, stayed in the manor.
And then … Lady Bluebird also stayed.
To accompany him.
Lady Bluebird was actually just a title. Her real name was Sally Betty.
She was called Lady Bluebird because she sang beautifully, as crisp and elegant as a bluebird.
At this moment, Roland was browsing the forum to see how the battle in the Realm of Devils was going.
At the same time, he had just used the guild chat system to tell Schuck about the corruption of the Saint Samurai.
Schuck only replied with a string of ellipses. He must have been frightened.
The Saint Samurai were such honorable figures.
And there were now thirteen Saint Samurai, which corresponded to the thirteen Demon Gods.
As a result, the Realm of Devils' Crusade had just begun, and there were already Saint Samurai corrupted.
No matter how many devils they killed, as long as they didn't kill a Demon God, this Crusade felt like they had lost.
When he was browsing the forum, he was in a daze, and his eyes didn't move.
And the direction he stared in happened to be Bluebird's chest, which was easy to misunderstand.
Feeling that Roland's gaze had been lingering on her vitals, Lady Bluebird didn't feel that it was rude.
Because she was already used to such gazes.
Any beautiful woman who wasn't very strong or powerful would have such troubles.
Besides, she had already guessed the First Princess's plan.
It seemed that she wanted her to have more contact with Roland.
For the nobles, everyone knew what it meant to have more contact with them.
Since it was only a matter of time, it didn't matter if she was stared at a little longer.
So although Roland was staring at her closely, she was also unperturbed.
It was just that in her heart, she still looked down on Roland's behavior.
At this moment, she saw that the glass in front of Roland was empty, so she got up, subconsciously poured Roland a glass of fruit wine, and said, "Mr. Roland, please drink."
Roland subconsciously took the glass and poured it into his mouth.
Many people had this habit. When they were engrossed in reading or thinking, they would subconsciously do whatever someone said in their ear.
Roland was the same.
He poured the fruit wine in the glass into his mouth and continued to browse the forum.
At this moment, Bluebird discovered that Roland's gaze didn't seem to be directed at her mountain range on purpose. When she got up to pour the wine just now, Roland's gaze didn't move at all.
Then she blinked and sat to the side.
Sure enough … Roland's gaze still didn't move.
Is he meditating, or thinking?
It seems that I misunderstood him before.
Bluebird laughed self-deprecatingly.
Although she was indeed beautiful, she was a little less beautiful than First Princess Stephanie, and a little less beautiful than Andonara.
In fact, in terms of face and figure, the three were almost the same. When beautiful to a certain extent, the body proportion was close to perfection.
It was more about temperament and aura.
This all required one's own knowledge, power, and strength to be set off.
With First Princess Stephanie and Andonara by my side, Mr. Roland probably wouldn't like me very much.
That was what Lady Bluebird was thinking now.
As she thought of this, Roland's position in her heart rose again, and even a little higher.
Roland continued to browse the forum.
From time to time, he drank a glass of fruit wine that Lady Bluebird poured.
He was used to this kind of care, because Andonara often took care of him like this in his own manor.
Instinctively.
Apart from pouring a glass of fruit wine for Roland from time to time, Lady Bluebird was holding her chin and looking at the scenery around the manor, or looking at Roland's face.
And his dumbfounded, dull eyes.
No one talked to her, but surprisingly, she found such boring times quite interesting.
Because she didn't need to think about how to please and cater to others.
Soon, three hours passed, and Andonara and Stephanie returned in a carriage.
The two had just arrived at the manor and sat down in front of Roland, and they hadn't even spoken when some noise suddenly came from outside the manor.
Roland also happened to come out of browsing the web at this time, saw Stephanie and Andonara, and was about to say hello when his attention was also attracted by the noise outside the manor.
Stephanie looked unhappy. "What happened?"
The fact that she was the future queen should be known by anyone in the capital with ears, but now someone dared to cause trouble outside the manor.
This was disrespecting her, and at the same time, the royal family.
Just when she was not too happy, a soldier in charge of guarding the gate trotted in, bowed, and said, "Your Highness, it's bad, the Church of Light has brought a heresy interrogation squad and is blocking outside our manor, asking us to hand over the person."
"What do you mean?" Stephanie said angrily, "The people from the heresy interrogation squad actually came to bully us, I'll go take a look."
Andonara was responsible for protecting Stephanie, so naturally, she followed.
Roland also followed.
The three of them arrived at the gate of the manor and saw a group of people dressed in white and wearing a hood, their faces completely obscured by the shadow of the hood, standing in front of them with a murderous air.
And the royal guards stood in a row, blocking them.
Although the faces of these people couldn't be seen clearly, each of them exuded a sense of hostility, and if it weren't for the fact that the royal family still had some majesty, they would probably have already charged in.
"What happened?" Stephanie walked over and asked coldly.
The man in white standing at the forefront said to Stephanie, "Your Highness, I'm quite sorry, but we are tracking down the heretics who hurt the Church of Light."
"I don't talk to scumbags." Stephanie snorted.
"Sorry, Your Highness, this is our …"
"Shut up, either show your face and talk to me again, or get lost," Stephanie shouted angrily.
Roland almost whistled in the back.
All along, Stephanie had given him the feeling that she was relatively "soft," and now it was quite interesting to see her act like a high and mighty noble.
After a moment of hesitation, the man in white pulled down his hood.
A somewhat handsome face and short brown hair were revealed. His brown eyes stared at Stephanie. "First Princess, I'm showing you my true face out of respect for the royal family. So now, it's up to the royal family to give us, the Inquisition, a little respect. "
"Well, what do you want?"
"I heard there are two outsiders in your manor." The man's gaze fell first on Andonara, his eyes narrowing slightly, and then on Roland. "Please let us interrogate both of them for a while, okay?"
Stephanie was furious when she heard this. "Why do you dare to interrogate guests of the royal family?"
"Because of the tacit unspoken rules." The young man faced Stephanie and said indifferently, "Because we are the Inquisition, because we are the Church of Light."
"And if I don't hand them over?" Stephanie's eyes gradually turned cold. "Are you going to attack, attack the manor of the First Princess of Fareins, the home of the future queen?"
The young man took a deep breath and said slowly, "I hope you don't do that, Your Highness."
This was already a blatant threat.
"Well, well, a mere captain of the Inquisition dares to talk to me like that." Stephanie was thoroughly enraged. "I don't know where you get the courage, but offending the royal family like this is a capital offense. Everyone, take these people down, and if you encounter resistance, kill them."
Upon hearing this, all the royal guards near the manor drew their swords almost at the same time.
The nearby Mages also began to prepare to cast their spells.
And at this moment, the young man in the lead was glowing white all over.
Light magic was a very gentle power, but the light magic of the young man in front of her was full of violence and savagery.
Stephanie's first reaction was to turn livid as she took a few steps back and shouted angrily, "Fanatic, no wonder you're so bold."
Fanatics were special believers who completely sacrificed their body and mind to the gods.
They were the angry servants of the gods, the minions of the gods, the dogs of the gods.
They didn't try to understand the teachings of the gods, and they gave up thinking in order to embrace the "grace" of the gods.
Such fanatics regarded the gods they believed in as all things, as the only truth in the world that would never be wrong.
No one could speak ill of their gods, and anyone who questioned them in the slightest was a deity, an evil person.
For these fanatics, apart from the gods, no other creatures in the world were noble or lowly, whether you were a commoner or a royal.
No wonder they dared to go crazy in front of the First Princess.
The royal guards moved, and more than forty of them pounced on the dozen or so Inquisitors.
Only the man who raised his head reached out, and a white barrier appeared in front of him, stopping the forty or so guards at the same time.
Then, he looked at Andonara.
He pointed and shouted, "Woman, I can feel the scent of a Demon God on you. You must be a spy sent by the devils."
Stephanie chuckled.
She did have the scent of a Demon God on her. After all, Phoenix was one of the thirteen Demon Gods.
As a descendant of the phoenix, it was only natural for her to have the scent of a demon.
"No matter who you're sheltered by, I'll strip off your disguise and let the whole city see your dirty demon body. I'll cut open your skin and let your evil, green-blooded heart and lungs be spurned by the world. I'll show you and let your ugly true body …"
Hearing this, Roland's face darkened a little.
Stephanie, on the other hand, was even more furious. Her willowy eyebrows rose, and her hand gripped the hilt of her sword.
Then the young fanatic who spoke was directly cut in half.
No one saw how Andonara made her move, including Roland!
They just saw Andonara put her hand on the hilt of her sword and let go, and the man's body over there was suddenly cut in half.
The upper half of his body flew upside down to the ground.
The young man stared stupidly at the lower half of his body standing in front of him.
After a while, the lower half of his body fell backward to the ground.
Two broken pieces, blood flowing, and a large amount of internal organs flowing out.
"Captain!"
A dozen or so Inquisitors wanted to rush up.
But the fanatic lying on the ground forced himself to roar, "You guys retreat, this woman is strong, Legendary. Run, go tell the Pope and have him send Saint Samurai over."
After the fanatic finished shouting, he passed out.
The dozen or so Inquisitors looked angrily at Andonara, then they carried the two halves of their captain's body and quickly retreated.
Stephanie bit her lip hard. "Damn it, the Church of Light seems to have been provoked more than I thought."
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