Everybody's eyes were fixed on the Holy Lady.
The Holy Lady explained calmly and matter-of-factly, "All Saint Samurai are directly watched by the goddess. Wouldn't we be doubting the goddess if we test the Saint Samurai? "
She had a point.
Doubting the Goddess of Light would essentially shake the foundation of the church.
Almost everybody agreed with her.
Except for Schuck.
"But more than one Saint Samurai has been corrupted, hasn't he?"
That was a classic case of exposing the church's scars.
Every time the Saint Samurai fell, it caused a sensation in the entire human world.
The Saint Samurai were the most beloved children of the Goddess of Light.
They were the representatives of integrity, bravery, and kindness.
They were almost as famous as the Heroes.
The fall of such a Saint Samurai was no less than that of a Hero who had surrendered to the devil.
Such incidents had happened several times in the history of the Church of Light.
Under normal circumstances, even if the Pope said something like that in a public place, such as a high-level meeting, he would still be rebutted.
But everybody felt uncomfortable hearing that, but there was nothing they could do about it.
It was because it was Schuck, the most beloved child of the Saint Samurai.
The last time the Goddess of Light arrived, she kissed Schuck's forehead and blessed him in public.
He was the first person in the history of the Church of Light to receive such an honor.
His words, to a large extent, represented the will of the Goddess of Light better than the Holy Lady and the pope.
But it wouldn't be in line with their beliefs if the Saint Samurai were tested.
While everybody was silent, the pope said, "In any case, I'll test them with the cardinals first."
That eased the atmosphere of the meeting.
They also understood the Pope's intention, which was to test their group first. Logically speaking, the traitor should be among them, the Cardinal Archbishops.
The pope instantly cast a wide-range alignment detection spell.
It enveloped him and all the red-robed archbishops.
It was perfectly controlled and didn't affect the Holy Lady and the thirteen Saint Samurai below at all.
Almost everyone was impressed by the Pope's divine ability, and at the same time, they looked at the people around them warily, trying to find out who the traitor was.
However, under the alignment detection spell, all the cardinals, including the pope, turned green.
None of them were of any other color.
The atmosphere was even more silent now.
Restlessness and unease rose in everyone's hearts.
The Pope didn't dare to look at the Paladins below, so he could only look at the Saintess.
He didn't know how to describe his feelings.
He hoped that the Saintess would fall, but he didn't want it to be her.
Under everyone's gaze, the Holy Lady revealed an uneasy expression. She raised her trembling right hand and cast a single alignment detection spell on herself.
The top of his head was also covered in green light.
The Holy Maiden's expression was one of despair.
"I hope it's me now."
She muttered to herself as her pale face met another face.
If there was a traitor, then it would be one of the remaining 13 Saint Samurai.
To the entire Divine Radiant Cult, it was a terrible thing.
There had already been three incidents of Darkness Lurking.
Now that the Saint Samurai had fallen, it would be a fatal blow to the faith of the entire church.
The air was burning, and everyone was getting more and more uneasy.
Including the Saint Samurai who had been very calm before.
At this moment, Schuck said, "Perform the alignment test on us too."
The pope didn't say anything. He simply stared at Schuck with imploring eyes.
Under such circumstances, who would dare to perform the alignment test on a Saint Samurai?
To be the whistle-blower who would expose the truth?
Under normal circumstances, a group of whistle-blowers would only end up being run over by a tank on the street or killed by seven arrows in the back.
Although such things didn't happen in the Divine Radiant Cult, similar things happened in many kingdoms.
That was why nobody wanted to be a whistle-blower.
After a brief silence, Schuck said, "Then I'll do it."
So, everybody was relieved.
As the most favored Saint Samurai, he would be protected by the Goddess of Light even if he was a whistle-blower.
Also, as a Golden Son, Schuck wouldn't really die.
At this moment, everybody looked at Schuck with more approval.
"Pardon: Alignment Detection."
Schuck waved his hand, and an enormous alignment detection spell enshrouded everybody, including the pope, the cardinals, and the Holy Lady who had been tested earlier.
Of course, all the Saint Samurai were included.
However … everybody's head was glowing green.
This time, everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
So, the enemy wasn't in the leadership. That was good.
Even the pope wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Now that we've eliminated the suspects on our side, let's start investigating the middle level." The pope wiped the sweat from his palms and continued, "Schuck, I hope that you can teach the royal family a lesson. The queen's hand was cut off, and we have to apologize. It doesn't matter if we pay the price, as long as the queen doesn't go too far. "
"Why did you ask Schuck to go?" The Holy Lady was slightly confused. "Pope, you should know how much influence Schuck has on the women outside."
Many people chuckled knowingly.
Looking at the Holy Lady's questioning eyes, the pope explained with a bitter smile, "Don't worry, Queen Stephanie isn't interested in Schuck. I want him to go because the queen's man is also a Golden Son and seems to be Schuck's good friend. Maybe for the sake of his friend, Stephanie won't blame us too much. "
That was a reasonable reason.
The Holy Lady had no objections.
Then, Schuck led a diplomatic team of about twenty people to the royal palace.
After announcing his identity, the guards reported the situation. Soon, a maid came out and looked at Schuck. Her eyes lit up at first, and then she led the group to the right side of the royal palace, where the king met foreign envoys.
In the eyes of the royal family of Fareins, the Holy Realm was a foreign force even though it was built in the capital.
Schuck had thought that he would meet the queen with the severed arm, but he didn't expect to meet his old friend.
Roland was sitting in the parlor, eating fruit and reading a book.
After a brief shock, Schuck ran to him excitedly, punched Roland's shoulder, and exclaimed in surprise, "When did you get here? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Be gentle, be gentle." Roland rubbed his shoulder. If he hadn't acquired the ability of Legendary Constitution from Andonara, he probably would've vomited blood and been dying. A normal Mage's body was so fragile. "I arrived yesterday and stayed in the royal palace for the whole night."
"Oh." Schuck put on an understanding smile. "How's your job in reality?"
In the past, the few of them were friends, and they could always get together on weekends, but now that Roland was missing, they felt that something was missing and that it was weird.
The atmosphere wasn't as good as before.
"It's not bad. The job is easy. Not only does it have insurance, but the benefits are also good. There's a fancy cafeteria, and you can eat all the fruits in season. There's also the world's best gym. "
Schuck knew that Roland wasn't one to be stubborn, so he was greatly reassured. "That's not bad."
"You're here to apologize to Stephanie on behalf of the Church of Light, aren't you?" asked Roland.
Schuck nodded. "Yes, but it's probably easier to talk to her since you're here."
"Just leave the stuff as you agreed." Roland smiled. "Stephanie has given me full authority to handle the matter. For the sake of my friend, I won't ask for more compensation."
"Okay, that's straightforward." Schuck gave him a piece of paper.
As the Divine Radiant Cult was a formal occasion between countries, of course, using parchment wasn't appropriate.
Roland picked it up and glanced at it, before he put it down.
He had to admit that the Church of Light's compensation was not bad.
They had both money and land.
Then, they even gave up some of the preaching areas.
Schuck was relieved to see that Roland was satisfied.
Then, Schuck asked, "Roland, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"You know magic better than I do. Then, can your alignment test absolutely identify a person's good and evil, or rather, their stance?"
"How can such a thing be 'absolute'?" Roland thought for a moment and said, "You can think of it this way. Since you have an alignment test, it's an 'attack,' so there must be a way of defense. Even if it's a buff spell, I can always resist it with my willpower if I don't want it, not to mention an alignment test. Are you using this method to find the mole? "
"How do you know?" Schuck was slightly surprised.
Roland chuckled. "I can figure it out even if I use my knees."
"You're good. I can't figure it out anyway." After saying that, Schuck pondered and even murmured to himself, "So, the enemy may have a way to fool the alignment test?"
"I see." Schuck stood up and said to Roland, "Sorry, bro, I have to go back to the Holy Realm. I have to take care of this as soon as possible. I have an uneasy feeling."
Roland also stood up. "Then I won't see you out."
"Tsk, you sound like you're the master of this place," Schuck joked.
Roland chuckled, not bothering to argue with Schuck.
After Schuck left, Roland returned to his bedroom with the white paper and saw that Stephanie was still sleeping on the bed.
There was no meeting today … Actually, there was nothing to discuss. The lords were enfeoffed, and the lords could handle the affairs of their territories.
It didn't make much difference whether the king was diligent or lazy.
"You're back so soon." Hearing the door open, Stephanie, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes. "Don't you want to catch up with your friend?"
"He's in a hurry and left first."
Roland put the white paper in front of the pillow. "This is their compensation for you."
Stephanie sat up lazily, her body partly visible under the silk nightgown.
She glanced at it and smiled. "They're indeed more fair. I'm most surprised that you didn't side with your friend. "
"Both the palm and the back of the hand are human. How could I do anything?"
"Who's the palm and who's the back of the hand?"
"Do you have to ask?" Roland smiled and pinched the other party's chest armor.
For the next two days, Roland stayed in his bedroom.
Stephanie went to the palace to attend the court meeting for two days, but after the meeting, she returned to her bedroom and didn't come out.
Food and drink were all sent to the bedroom by the maids.
Two days later, her hand had completely grown back.
Then Roland teleported to the basement where the magic power bricks were made.
After collecting the three magic power bricks, he made more simulated galaxies.
Thanks to the Magic Power Crystal, a divine talent that he looted from a Demigod, Roland's mana capacity was unbelievably high.
It wouldn't be a problem for him to establish a few more magic power brick production lines.
"If this goes on, I'll be able to establish the core base of the floating city in another year or so."
Roland smiled proudly and teleported back to Delpon.
After reading the notes on Mage's Disjunction that he got from the Red Magic Tower, it took him another half a month to perfect Mage's Disjunction.
Now, it had a 70% chance of completely destroying middle-level and low-level magic equipment.
Also, its coverage had been greatly increased.
In the meantime, he instigated three peripheral members of the Anti-Roland organization to join his side with what he did to Galen.
Looking at the icon of Mage's Disjunction, which was almost fully mastered, lying quietly in his system book, Roland put on a mysterious smile.
Andonara, on the other hand, leaned close and touched Roland's face with glowing eyes. "I like your creepy and intimidating look. It's so masculine. It gives me a sense of security. "
Well … Then, the two of them rolled on the bed for more than half a day.
Tarze City, which was more than 300 kilometers away, was a medium-sized city.
The specialty of this city was the rye wine.
The rye here grew very well, and probably because of the soil, the wine made from the rye was much better than in other places.
Also, there was a special program here, which was to select the ten most beautiful fourteen-year-old girls in the city and ask them to chew the rye and spit it into twenty barrels that had been prepared.
The two hundred barrels of rye wine would be the most expensive product of the coming year. Only the nobles could drink it.
At this moment, it was time for the beauty contest.
It was a program that everyone, regardless of gender or age, could take part in.
On this day, all the fourteen-year-old girls in the city would be dressed beautifully and sent to the contest.
They would be scored by the celebrities and lords in the city.
At this moment, Gardner, as a magnate and a streamer, was also sitting on the judge's seat.
He was doing quite well in this place.
As a Golden Son, a professional, and a rich man, he bought the identity of a baronet and lived a free life.
"Brothers, do you see the girl on the left in a red dress? She's my type. I'll give her a point."
While observing the girls in the contest, he interacted with the netizens.
Naturally, the livestream was full of screams and cries when so many beautiful girls appeared at the same time.
Above his head, there was a rather large white cloud that was slowly drifting over.
At this moment, Gardner didn't know the severity of the matter yet.
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