Luciano's kneeling and begging for mercy shocked everyone.
The residents of Chambord City lining both sides of the street felt as if they were living a bizarre, beautiful dream. The Holy Church —what a terrifying name, what an unapproachable behemoth! Even a guard dog from the Holy Church's cathedral, taken out for a walk, was more precious than the life of an ordinary nobleman from some smaller kingdoms. And now, this arrogant and domineering leader of the Church's knights was kneeling before the young King Alexander, trembling and pleading for forgiveness... What on earth was going on?
While the residents were still filled with doubt and uncertainty, something even more frantic happened—
The treacherous and vicious priest, Mazzola, with his two Bald Rattlesnake -like legs, actually crawled to Sun Fei like a stray dog, bowing low. With a humility never before seen in Chambord City, he tenderly kissed Sun Fei's boots, prostrating himself on the ground and trembling, he said, "Honorable sir, the lowly Mazzola begs your generous forgiveness... We were unaware of your esteemed identity beforehand, and we deserve to die a thousand deaths. Please forgive these two lowly wretches!"
Seeing the two men suddenly kneel down and beg, their imposing presence completely gone, the other hundred-plus knights and monks were stunned. They looked at each other, hesitated for a few seconds, and then followed suit, all kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter a sound.
Although they held lowly positions within the Church's structure and most were unaware of the significance of the golden [ Battle Aura ] on the young King, the saying "one is influenced by one's company" still held true. Having followed Mazzola and Luciano, this wolf and jackal, in their wicked deeds for so long, these men were all shrewd and adept at reading people. At least from the expressions and demeanor of the two, they could tell that this time they had finally met their match and encountered someone they couldn't afford to offend.
"Please forgive us, Your Honor!" Hundreds of people prostrated themselves on the ground and begged in unison.
"My lord? Ha, you're something else. What kind of lord am I?"
Sun Fei looked at the Church members kneeling on the ground with a half-smile, and suddenly asked a question.
"Sir... you... oh, yes, yes, you're not sir... ah, no, I mean... I... I... I..."
Despite his cunning and ability to devise a thousand wicked schemes in a second, at this critical moment, Rattlesnake Mazzola stammered and couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
For him, figures possessing golden [ Battle Aura ] existed only in legends, let alone double golden [ Battle Aura ]? Mazzola had once had the privilege of attending a Mass attended by high-ranking priests of the Holy Church in Saint Petersburg, where he personally heard His Holiness Sergiyeli of the Zenit Empire speak of the deeds of " God's Favored One " possessing golden [ Battle Aura ]—these " God's Favored One " were elusive figures, rarely seen in public. Before officially entering the core and wielding power within the Holy Church, they were personally dispatched by His Holiness the Pope to carry out covert missions or undergo quiet training. Their identities were secretive, their positions revered; they were all potential super-powerful figures who could one day compete for the papacy, or at the very least, become popes of some super-empires, wielding papal authority. Their potential far surpassed that of a mere church director in a small, sixth-tier vassal state of a first-level empire like Mazzola's. How could Mazzola not be afraid of such figures?
Never having expected to stumble upon such an important figure, and having clearly left a very bad impression on him, Mazzola felt as if he were in an ice cellar, chilled to the bone. His first instinct was to offer a few flattering words to make amends, but the thought that the other man might be carrying out some secret mission personally issued by His Holiness the Pope made him hesitant to reveal the man's identity... Damn it, should he address Alexander as 'Sir' or pretend not to know him?
Mazzola had completely lost his composure.
Looking at the trembling Church members kneeling on the ground, Sun Fei had a slight idea of what was going on. He had switched from the level 20 [ Barbarian Mode ] to the level 12 [ Paladin Mode ] because he had some intention of using the Paladin's Aura power to stir up trouble. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a lucky accident, and he stumbled upon some subtle signs.
"You, get up and apologize to the injured person."
Worried that saying more would give him away, Sun Fei decided to remain mysterious and didn't say much. He returned to the previous topic, pointed at the knight leader Luciano, and said in a cold voice.
"Yes, yes, yes..."
When the knight leader Luciano heard this, it was as if he had been granted a pardon.
He and Mazzola rushed to the boy, whose back was ripped open and who was now slowly waking up, as if they had seen their own parents. Their expressions were full of concern. Luciano helped the injured boy up, and Mazzola, in an effort to prove himself, even used all his strength to cast a powerful and mentally taxing spell, [ Healing Spell ]. A ball of milky white light bloomed from his hand and enveloped the whip mark on the boy's back. Miraculously, the shocking wound quickly disappeared under the white light.
Upon seeing this, Sun Fei's pupils contracted slightly.
The Holy Church 'Holy Power healing magic is similar in effect to the [Life Healing Potion] in the Diablo World, but it also has its own mystery and unique features. It seems that the Holy Church's ability to become a behemoth on the Azeroth Continent, a veritable overlord, truly stems from its unfathomable depths.
"You actually dared to attack Angela just now, you deserve to die a thousand times over!" Sun Fei stared coldly at Mazzola, his tone chilling.
"My lord, spare me! My lord, I was truly out of my mind! I'll never do it again..." Upon hearing Sun Fei bring this up, Mazzola trembled like a leaf, prostrating himself at Sun Fei's feet, pleading with snot and tears streaming down his face. "My lord, I know I was wrong! From now on, Mazzola will follow your lead and be willing to serve you to the death!"
The venomous snake was terrified.
Sun Fei took a step or two back with a hint of disgust. He understood that neither his personal strength nor the power of Chambord City could challenge the behemoth, the Holy Church. The difference in strength between the two was simply too great, like the difference between dust and the Sun. Therefore, he couldn't act rashly at this moment. Seeing that he had settled the score for today, he decided to settle the remaining scores with these two fools later. So he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Considering you've offended me, I won't pursue this matter this time. However, when you act in Chambord City in the future, be careful. If you dare to anger me again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Upon hearing this, Mazzola was so happy he almost cried.
Fortunately, this 'sir' was magnanimous and didn't pursue the matter further. Otherwise, given the other party's status in the Church, even if he and Luciano had been killed on the spot, His Holiness the Pope might have said they deserved their fate. As long as this sir's current anger was appeased, and everyone was in Chambord City from now on, Mazzola was confident he had countless ways to win this sir's favor. As long as he could tie himself to this promising sir... tsk tsk tsk, Mazzola was secretly delighted just thinking about it. He was absolutely certain this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he had to seize it.
"Alright, I don't want to see you anymore. Send people to take all the injured home and provide compensation... You all need to disappear from my sight immediately." Sun Fei waved his hand as if shooing away flies, his impatience evident in his expression.
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Mazzola and Luciano nodded repeatedly like chickens pecking at rice, then turned around and ordered their entourage and monks, "Men, quickly take these injured children of the gods home... Oh, you've been too rough! Ten gold coins to each household... Oh, no, twenty gold coins!"
Seeing the injured struggling to move, Mazzola's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered, "Use my carriage... use my carriage to take the injured back. Don't let them suffer any more." The cultivators were stunned, staring blankly at Mazzola, thinking they had misheard. This carriage was something their High Priest had painstakingly acquired, something they themselves rarely used. And today, he was going to use it to transport these filthy commoners?
"What are you standing there for? Get to it, you idiot!"
Mazzola angrily rebuked the monk, then turned to Sun Fei with a fawning smile and said, "My lord, are you satisfied with how I handled this?"
Twenty gold coins were enough for a typical middle-class family in Chambord City to earn for a year. Most of the residents who had been injured by the Church knights and monks had only suffered minor injuries. The only one who had been knocked unconscious by the whip had fully recovered and received 100 gold coins in compensation. Mazzola and Luciano had lost both face and money, and were now completely humiliated.
Sun Fei's anger subsided somewhat. He nodded, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, get lost!"
His attitude was extremely impatient.
Far from being angry, Mazzola and Luciano felt that this was the proper demeanor of the " God's Favored One." They nodded obsequiously, apologized repeatedly, and then left with their entourage and monks, glancing back every few steps with fawning smiles.
Seeing the vicious Church flee in disarray, the residents of Chambord City, lining both sides of the street, suddenly awoke from their daze and erupted in cheers. The just and benevolent King Alexander had once again protected them, bringing them joy. Thunderous applause filled the air as everyone cheered and shouted, " Long Live the King!"
The beautiful Angela and the blonde Loli Jima stood amidst the bustling crowd, their eyes filled with adoration and infatuation as they looked at Sun Fei.
Amidst the cheers, Lampard turned and quietly left.
Sun Fei, however, looked on with a strange expression as he watched the retreating figures of the cultivators and their knight retinue from afar. Just as they passed by him, Sun Fei had caught a glimpse of a slightly sickly-looking blond-haired beauty through the window of another magic carriage a little further back. His eyes, clear and blue like the ocean, gave Sun Fei an indescribable and strange feeling.
who is he?
For some reason, Sun Fei suddenly felt a surge of curiosity about the handsome young man.
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