Chapter 180: death

"Can't be sure?" There was a hint of irony in Muria's face. "You are absolutely certain that the Marquis of Mandoza has fallen, but there is no key evidence to confirm it, is it?"
"Almost so." The high priest nodded, then looked at Muria with a surprised look. "But how did you know we were so sure?"
"A high priest in a small remote town knows that the lord of Variant, the most famous city in the Principality of Duchess, is likely to fall." Muria looked at the high priest. Attitude? "
"This is a speculation inside our church. The general clergy do not know." The high priest was silent for a moment, and slowly nodded. "We do have a lot of certainty that Mandoza has fallen, but without evidence, we ca n’t He does it. So you need to investigate him. "
"Are you teasing me?" Muria looked at the man in the sacrifice in front of him. "You are a church dedicated to the true God, who has a powerful divine power. Do you even care about a Marquis of a duchy? Do you still need evidence to start?
"The center of gravity and main force of our Church of Dawn are not here. The Church of the Principality of Louvre is just a branch. There is no archbishop. There are only a few archbishops in red. How can there be confidence in a legend without evidence? The mage's blood does it himself. "
"Legendary mage's blood relative?" Muria looked, "What kind of man is Baiye? As far as I know, the legendary mage of Baiye Principality has no direct blood relative."
"The full name of Marquis Variant is Mandoza Enoch. He is the grandson of Lord Baie's brother. He is one of the few blood relatives of Master Baie, so ..."
"So you don't dare to do it?" Muria obliquely spoke to the high priest. "You are really bullying."
"Hey, the legendary louver is the founder of this duchy. He is the country. Without decisive evidence, we dare not and can not trial the Marquis of Mandoza.
Moreover, if something goes wrong, everything that our Dawn Church operates in the Principality of the Louvre will likely endure the anger of a legendary mage, and all the efforts of hundreds of years will be destroyed. "
"But you are serving a church with a powerful divine true God, a legendary mage, will you really do something for you because of a blood relative?"
"It's possible." The high priest with a hint of helplessness, "So we can't start without decisive evidence."
"So, on behalf of the Church of the Dawn of the Duchy of Duchess, commission me to investigate the Marquis of Mandoza? Get evidence?"
"Yes."
Muria blinked: "I'm not the first. Before me, how many people did you commission to investigate the Marquis?"
"According to our temple records, a total of seventeen strong men were commissioned to investigate the Marquis of Mandoza."
"What strength are they?"
"Sixteen of them are gold, and the last one is first-order."
"Are there any results?"
"No news was received. After entering the castle of the Marquis of Mandoza, they never came out, including the soul-powered one. He was a thief." Speaking of this, the high priest was seriously surprised The color of fear.
Their church, or all the churches in Erassia, with spiritual strength, are qualified to serve as the Archbishop of Red, and to be in charge of regional affairs.
But now, an existence equal to their archbishop, but missing in the castle of the Marquis of Mandoza, how can this not scare him.
"Are all dead!" Muria murmured.
"Just missing," the high priest emphasized.
"Do you think they have a chance of surviving when they enter a duke's castle that is likely to degenerate into a monster?"
"..." The high priest was silent.
"Did your church send so many people to die in order to find stability?" Muria showed a hint of sarcasm. "The conditions for you to come out are very favorable."
"Get the friendship of our church at dawn, and get help in any of our temples."
"That's it?" Muria asked in amazement.
"Not enough?"
"This kind of investigation is the same as death, and you just give me something like that, really."
"What do you want?"
"You have to give one or two legendary weapons anyway."
"..." The high priest was silent for a while before slowly speaking. He took the conditions that Muria said at will as a kind of euphemistic refusal. "This investigation task is indeed too dangerous. You don't want to help, I understand .
Hey, forget it, that's it, you go. I will not investigate the attack on the temple. "
The high priest sighed and waved his hand to let Muria go. He wasn't prepared to investigate Muria's fault at the beginning. After all, no one died, just suffering.
Of course, the most important thing is that there may be a force behind Muria who is not lost to the Church of Dawn. This alone, the high priest does not want to ask for trouble.
"Leave? When did I say that I would not accept this investigation?" Muria looked at the high priest. "I just suspect that you are being paid too little."
"Less?" The high priest drew a grimace. "To gain the friendship of our dawn church, you can use the teleportation matrix built by our dawn church for free. Even, for a certain price, you borrow our transcontinental teleportation matrix and go to other subcontinents .
This is the first benefit. Second, you can get all kinds of information collected by our church, such as the news of where there are ruins, you can know the first time.
The third benefit is that you have the right to purchase some unique resources of our temple. "
"Get the information your church has collected?" Muria's eyes lighted, and he entered the human kingdom, and that's all he wanted.
"This investigation was busy with the Marquis of Mandoza, and I helped."
"You think about it, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but the soul thief is missing in his castle."
"I'm different from those guys."
...
Familiar with a strange sense of dizziness, Muria rubbed her head, then looked around, and looked at the guy in front of him wearing a white gold priest robe.
The guy who was looking at him had the same style of robe as the one worn by the High Priest of the Red Leaf City Anro. This is also a high priest.
"You are Murray, Dragon Warrior's recommendation?"
"It's me." Muria shook the corners of his mouth, and the High Priest Anrow really regarded him as a dragon warlock. But he nodded, and counted as acknowledging his identity.
"You are late."
"What? Someone has completed the investigation of the Marquis of Mandoza?"
"No, Marquis Mandoza, is dead."