The other Church Knights in the tent were the most loyal and pure warriors of the Church, all of whom had sworn to dedicate their lives to the gods. They were all highly skilled warriors with extremely firm wills, yet they couldn't help but linger their gazes on Angela for a few more seconds before quickly turning their heads away, afraid that if they looked at her any longer, they would waver in their loyalty to the gods.
Even Baresi, whose hair and beard were both white, surprised everyone with his performance.
Ever since Angela entered, this unassuming priest, nearing fifty, had been staring intently at Angela. Unlike the knights behind him who quickly lowered their eyes after being amazed, Baresi's gaze was extremely direct and aggressive, making no attempt to conceal it. It was as if two sharp knives were about to cut Angela open and see into her heart and soul.
"I heard that His Majesty and His Highness Kaká had a very pleasant conversation and finished five jugs of wine. I sent over a few more jugs and had the army cooks prepare some exquisite dishes to be delivered here." Angela smiled at Sun Fei, then smiled and greeted Kaká and the others. Four maids who followed her carried food boxes and brought out more than a dozen plates of exquisite dishes, which were red and green, and placed them on the table in front of them.
The food box in the maid's hands, along with these exquisite side dishes, were actually things that Sun Fei had made on a whim when he was bored and whispering sweet nothings to Angela. The food box was engraved with very simple magic array patterns, which could keep things warm and moist, and were much more perfect than the refrigerators and food storage containers he had in his previous life.
These crisp and delicious side dishes were made by Sun Fei using ingredients from the Azeroth Continent, combining simple dishes from his previous life such as Kung Pao Chicken, Three Treasures of the Earth, and Twice-Cooked Pork. Although they couldn't compare to some of the delicacies of this world, and the taste was different from the real dishes from his previous life, they were exquisite in appearance and were also symbols of the sweet times the two of them had spent together. Angela heard from the Urban Management that Sun Fei had drunk a lot of wine at his banquet today and was in a very high mood, so she and the blonde little Loli cooked these dishes and sent them over.
In Angela's mind, since Alexander had warmly welcomed this guest, she should treat him well.
As the food and side dishes were being arranged, the divine master Baresi's eyes remained fixed on Angela. His eyes, which had become slightly cloudy with age, grew brighter and brighter, with two faint silver flames emanating from them, enveloping Angela and scrutinizing her from head to toe.
This kind of expression only appears when a gambler sees a winning hand, a miser sees an inexhaustible gold mine, or a lecher discovers an unparalleled beauty.
"Bang!"
Drogba and Pierce almost simultaneously slammed their fists on the table and stood up, snorting coldly and glaring at the priest Baresi opposite them. Their hands were already on their sword hilts. If it weren't for the slight consideration that the other party was an important figure in the Holy Church, the two idiots would probably have already drawn their Sharp Sword and attacked. In front of His Majesty the King, they dared to stare at the Queen so blatantly and disrespectfully, violating the taboo and sore spot of the Chambord generals.
Sun Fei also gave Baresi a cold smile.
He could naturally see that there was no lust or blasphemy in the eyes of this high priest of the Church, but that gaze was more terrifying than lust. It was as if he had discovered some treasure, and his eyes were suddenly looking at Angela as if she were an object rather than a living person.
Sun Fei immediately lost all goodwill towards the white-haired old man, snorted coldly, and then turned to stare at Kaká sitting in front of him.
Kaká clearly hadn't expected this to happen. He frowned slightly, coughed, and whispered a reminder, "Teacher."
The two words, spoken by Kaká, were low and gentle, yet carried an indescribable magic, like a volcano erupting in one's ear, as if capable of awakening someone who has been asleep for millennia.
Sun Fei was slightly startled. This was clearly a very peculiar skill... This [ Son of God ] of the Church was indeed extraordinary.
"Your Majesty... Oh, forgive my rudeness..." Baresi's body trembled slightly, and his gaze finally shifted from Angela.
The white-haired old master nodded and smiled at Kaká, a strange light shining in his eyes. Then he smiled at Sun Fei, a smile that was completely open and honest, showing no remorse for his rude behavior just now, as if it were only natural. His gaze quickly returned to Angela, and he carefully examined her, nodding repeatedly.
Seeing that the other party was still so rude, Drogba and the others could no longer hold back. They roared and were about to draw their swords, but at this moment, Sun Fei gently waved his hand, and the guys reluctantly sat back down in their seats, their eyes still glaring angrily at Baresi.
Baresi was completely unconcerned about the hostility of the Chambord people.
The faint silver light in his eyes finally disappeared, and he slowly stood up, walking step by step to Sun Fei in his simple straw sandals. He nodded slightly, pointed to Angela sitting next to Sun Fei, and asked with a smile, "May I ask Your Majesty, what is this young lady's status in the Chambord camp?"
Although the words were humble, the condescending tone was unmistakable.
Of course, there was also a hint of hostility that was being carefully concealed.
Sun Fei sneered, gently took Angela's small hand, looked up at the tent roof, and didn't even glance at Baresi.
At this moment, His King had come to loathe this Church priest, whom he had previously held a good impression of. The priest's polite, aloof, and composed demeanor, coupled with his obvious air of superiority, made His King very uncomfortable. If it weren't for his lack of certainty of victory and his slight reservations about the power of the Church, King Majesty might have already drawn his sword.
"My name is Angela, and I am His Alexander Alexander's fiancée," Angela replied with a slight smile, speaking for Sun Fei.
Her Highness already knew the identities of these guests. The Holy Church's domineering influence on the Azeroth Continent was like an insurmountable mountain, firmly suppressing some powerful forces. She knew why Alexander was angry, and felt a warmth in her heart. However, she did not want her beloved to have a falling out with the Church over this matter, so she smiled and took the initiative to answer.
"Oh, so you are the future Princess Consort." The Divine Master Baresi didn't take Sun Fei's coldness to heart. He nodded at Angela and smiled, "I wonder if Your Highness has practiced martial arts or magic before?"
"No."
Baresi's eyes lit up even more.
"Praise be to the gods! She is truly a divinely ordained saint... I just used my ' Eye of God ' to discover that Her Highness the Queen possesses a soul as flawless as the purest crystal, clearly possessing the purest and most innocent soul power in the world. It's unbelievable; having served the gods for most of my life, this is the first time I've seen someone like Her Highness Angela. Such aptitude and talent make her the best candidate to cultivate the Holy Power of the Holy Church. I wonder if Her Highness would be willing to join the Temple Choir?"
Baresi's words immediately took everyone by surprise.
The purest soul?
Temple Choir?
Slightly surprised, Sun Fei quickly recalled what those two words represented from his memories of the Holy Church.
According to the royal records of Chambord City, the Holy Church has always claimed to be able to communicate directly with the gods and request them to perform miracles. And indeed, miracles have occurred throughout history.
Legend has it that those who can communicate with the gods must possess the purest and most flawless soul in the world to touch the thoughts of the gods and bear their Will of the Gods. And those with the purest souls in the world, according to records, have always been women, specifically young virgins. These virgins were selected to Temple Women's Choir of the Papacy's Church, receiving mystical training and being immersed in Church culture. They became well-versed in various divine scriptures, familiar with everything about the gods, and then opened their hearts to the gods, communicating with them in heaven with their purest souls and conveying the will of the gods to the vast world.
Ultimately, the Church will select one or more women from the women's choir to become saints of the Holy Church Holy Church, representing the will of God and holding the highest position on the continent, second only to the Pope.
Every year, the Holy Church selects women with pure souls from across the continent and sends them to the Temple Women's Choir dioceses in various empires for training and edification.
Of the millions of members of the diocese Temple Choir, only ten are fortunate enough to gain God's recognition and the opportunity to go to the Holy Mountain of the Holy Church and become members of the Holy Mountain Temple Choir. As for the other women who are not selected, they are not allowed to return to their homes, nor are they allowed to marry. Almost all of them are sent to convents in various dioceses to become nuns and continue to serve the gods.
Of course, that's how it appears on the surface.
However, in reality, some beautiful nuns are given as gifts to important figures. On this continent, many nobles take pride in having a concubine who has served in the parish choir, just like in Sun Fei's previous life. Many officials take pride in having slept with female celebrities, and this has even created a kind of secret competition in this regard.
In unofficial folk tales, a bold young nobleman, blinded by love, abducted a nun selected for the Holy Mountain Choir, becoming an idol envied by countless men across the continent. Of course, this idol's fate was tragically sealed. He, the equally infatuated nun, and all members of their families were hanged in a fit of vengeance by the enraged Church. Their bodies were left to rot in the wilderness, becoming food for wild dogs, jackals, and carrion birds—dying without any dignity.
However, in some respects, women's pursuit of fame and fortune far surpasses that of men.
For some women who are obsessed with fame, fortune, and power, becoming a nun and entering the Holy Mountain of the Church means gaining supreme power, communicating with the gods, becoming God's spokesperson, and becoming a saint of the Church. It is a shortcut for them to obtain everything, so they are crazy and obsessed with this game, just like some women in ancient times always fantasized about becoming a concubine, entering the palace, gaining the emperor's favor, and then becoming the empress.
The only price they have to pay is both terrible and simple—they may never marry.
To Baresi's great regret, Angela was clearly not that kind of woman, as the future princess rejected his proposal almost without hesitation. "I'm sorry, Master, although I believe in the gods, I am already engaged to His King of Chambord, so I do not wish to become a nun."