Alien Knights

　　 After being removed from the delegation, Father Paul returned to Silver Ring City and plunged into the third heresy court, the place of duty before the visit. No one knows and no one cares, what he is busy there, people only know two things.

　　 One, he was originally a popular candidate for the next bishop, but he was completely alienated by Bishop Fabian.

　　Second, the colleagues who visited with him gave him very bad comments.

　　 And today, to everyone's expectations, the bishop actually agreed to his request and was willing to talk to him alone for ten minutes, which gave the church staff new ideas.

　　 Paul, who walked into the exegetical hall, looked thin, his jaws were deeply sunken, and only his eyes were still bright astonishingly all over his body.

　　 The bishop glanced at the priest and motioned him to sit opposite.

　　 In the old man’s impression, Paul is a very talented person, but this talent is limited to thinking and action ability. The terrible level of the other party's handling of interpersonal relationships has caused Fabian to have headaches time and time again.

　　 But having said that, Paul's disdain for party formation is also what Fabian admires most about him. After all, in this world, there is always no shortage of capable people, but there are only a handful of loyal and reliable people.

　　 Even if Paul didn't tell him the reason for the incident of the visiting group, Fabian was able to guess. The original meaning of the latter is to let the former rest for a period of time and calm down. But judging from the flame of revenge burning in the eyes of the opponent, the priest still couldn't pass this hurdle in his heart after all.

　　 "Paul, you let me down..."

　　 The words of Bishop Fabian made the person clenched his teeth, sank his head, and said bitterly: "I made a serious mistake in the matter of this visit."

　　 Knowing shame and being brave is another place where the bishop admires this man.

　　 The old man leaned his body to the back of the chair and slowly said: "Say, let me listen to you, what did you find."

Father 　　 took out a lot of cloth bags and a few notes from his arms and spread them on the table.

　　 This inexplicable move left Fabian confused.

"At first I faced Brother Todd and thought he was just a hypocrite whose soul was dominated by greed. But I saw it away, and the evil he hides is more terrifying than I thought." Paul took out a piece of paper. There are dense remarks on it, and a model of a refining furnace is also drawn.

　　 Fabian glanced, raised his head and looked at the person opposite, waiting for his further explanation.

A little cold wind followed the gap in the window and blew up the room. The priest shrank his body, put his hands in his sleeves, and whispered: "When I was relieved of the delegation leader, I was in the camp and spent money. In one day, I started to sort out some places that I found strange."

He dropped a hand and placed it on the paper. Paul continued: "First of all, it is the silver refinery at the foot of the monastery mountain. The things on this paper are the information I bought from a craftsman at a great price. The above records the silver purification process, the complexity and sophistication, mortal can not imagine. According to him, these things are all from Todd's hands."

　　 Bishop Fabian touched the top of his head: "It's nothing, the kid named Todd has a master monk, maybe he learned from it."

　　 "Maybe..." The priest took out the second piece of paper, which recorded many times and remarks.

"I found the person in the monastery who manages the monks' dormitory, and commissioned him to write to me Todd's daily schedule. I compared the records of almost ten days and found a strange coincidence." Records and time points, Paul said: "From 12 noon to 5 pm, for nine out of ten days, Todd disappeared, not in any of the dormitories, libraries, churches, meditation halls, and classrooms. , In other words, he...disappeared during this time period."

　　 The old man shook his head: "Maybe he walked out of the monastery and went down the mountain or somewhere."

　　 The priest immediately rejected this hypothesis: "The gatekeeper of the monastery also confirmed that he rarely saw Todd go out in the afternoon."

　　 "And one last point..." Paul carefully opened the small paper bag on the table, some of which contained powder of different colors, some of crystals of different sizes, and some of strange metals.

　　 put on the crystal glasses, the old man observed it carefully, his face was puzzled.

The priest began to explain one by one: "This yellow powder is sulfur, this white lens is saline-alkali, this black metal is heavy iron (ferric oxide), and the contents of other paper bags. I asked many people, they I don't know. But they only confirmed one point. Only a master-level alchemist can extract alchemy materials with such high purity and so many kinds."

　　 The bishop heard a familiar word and looked up in surprise: "Alchemy?"

　　 In the Church of the Heavenly Father, alchemy is regarded as a scourge, and it is regarded as one of the "devil's art". Tracing back to the source, the most important reason is the pressure caused by alchemist Sutherland on the church thousands of years ago. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　The priest carefully wrapped the paper bags one by one, and asked the other side: "My lord, do you know these things, where did I find them?"

"where?"

"The cemetery of the monastery. Some people buried them in the ground as waste and covered it with mud. Unfortunately, they forgot that the color of the newly covered mud is too different from the color of the side next to it. A closer look will reveal the difference. According to the tombkeeper These things have never appeared in the past few years, but have only been buried there in the past two months."

Paul supported the table with his hands and faced Fabian, with a low voice: "A fifteen-year-old boy, born in a farmer's family, without any education, mediocre and ordinary since he was a child. After entering the monastery, a short time Nei learned the teachings, created complex silver refining techniques, immortalized in the fire, returned safely from the boat north, and possibly an alchemist... All of these, if all explained by coincidence, it is too far-fetched. "

　　 Bishop Fabian rubbed his forehead and asked the other person: "Then what do you mean...?"

　　 "Todd lives in a demon, a demon from the depths of hell! I propose that he should be immediately tried for heresy!"

　　 Sending off Father Paul, Bishop Fabian sat in a chair, looking at the sun shining through the window, but he was hesitating and swaying from side to side.

　　 In his opinion, it doesn't matter if Todd did those things; it doesn't matter if Todd is a demon. The important thing is that monk, is it useful? How useful is it? Can you use it for yourself? This is the key.

　　 The knock on the door interrupted Fabian’s thoughts. Without waiting for the bishop’s permission, the deacon ran into the room abnormally, with a look of urgency: "Your Excellency! Your Queen is down!"