Located in a green oil field about two hours on a ride in the Giant's Hotel, there is a manor called Garik.

The manor includes mills, barns, drying rooms, blacksmith shops, wineries and other daily buildings, as well as manor courts for maintaining order and small chapels for prayer.

Rent farm tools, grind flour, cook bread... A total of dozens of farmers basically live around the manor.

But in the same way, whenever something "big" happens in the manor, they cannot escape responsibility.

So not long after Bernie and his group rode their horses in the village formed by the farmers' houses, the manor's housekeeper came to the local farmers one by one and asked them to provide the ingredients needed for the manor's banquet.

"You must choose the fattest one. This time I came here, the Count's youngest son and his noble guests."

In front of a fenced yard, the manor housekeeper was serious about an old farmer with an unshaven expression.

When the old farmer heard this, he was naturally timid and did not dare to respond. However, when the butler nodded with satisfaction and then left, the man spat on the ground.

"The youngest son must prepare the fattest one to deliver. If the Count came here in person, I wouldn't have to be poor..."

That's what I said, but the old farmer dared not ignore the orders of the housekeeper. After all, the Count Lord above has not come a few times a year. The person in charge of the manor is always the housekeeper.

The housekeeper not only serves as a judge in the manor, but also manages the daily operation of the manor. If he really offended him, he will inevitably be excluded and targeted.

So after turning around and walking into his yard, the old farmer looked at the ducks in the duck shed, looked at a basically satisfied target.

I am not very honest in normal times, but I eat a lot. I am also a duck who can't lay eggs. The key is the fattest one...

The duck was very easy to catch. When the old farmer walked over, the ducks next to him ran away in panic. But it was sleeping very peacefully, as if it could not be shaken.

He slapped his forehead a few times, but he didn't wake it up. He was so stupid.

The old farmer nodded with satisfaction, and the pain in his heart that had a lot of pain due to the loss of personal property was much better.

...

Bernie on the other side was now in a wooden hall decorated with simple brocade in the manor, leaning against the table and playing with a silver ore.

At the same time, he was listening quietly as the young deacon not far away talked with a middle-aged man in a black robe.

The middle-aged man in black robe was a member of a nearby church. Unlike Tracy, he did not belong to the law, but was specialized in hunting demons.

It is said to be a demon hunting, but it can actually be regarded as maintaining all the extraordinary public security issues within the scope of responsibility.

It is not only the devils, demons, or hell apostles, but also the alien species and various monsters.

Therefore, what happened in the wild hotel belongs to the jurisdiction of this person and his department.

Before leaving the hotel, Tracy wrote a letter to the nearby church, explaining the causes and consequences, and then mentioning his own place of residence.

So the middle-aged man in black robe ran over to ask for details not long after.

But compared to finding out why werewolf appeared in that hotel, he seemed to be more interested in the question of where werewolf’s nest was, and even turned around from time to time to ask Bernie some questions.

He was kind to ask, and Bernie answered questions and finally the man left here with satisfaction.

"They can't find anything."

Looking at his departure back, Tracy turned to Bernie and said, "He asked very carefully just now, but I have no confidence in the local church. If they had the ability, we would even tell him about a group of werewolfs running in and massacre... Look at it, Bernie, things will not go well, they can only eat dust behind the wolf's butt..."

Although the hotel incident has not been long since, this person's tone has unknowingly disappeared from the tone of the seniors who used to treat newbies.

His expression of speaking at this time seemed to be facing an equal friend and partner.

Although in fact, one has been a senior deacon who has been in the church for many years, the other has not joined for a few days, and even the identity of the assistant deacon has not yet completely fallen...

"Maybe they can find out why werewolf came here." Bernie responded casually.

The battle is over, but the problem is not resolved.

"That is unless the Holy Spirit blesses." Tracy said.

Perhaps there is a perfect chain of discrimination in the church, and this person's tone is unconsciously disagreeing with the grassroots church.

Bernie didn't think this question was very important, so he turned to some questions about casting holy relics-

At this time, the silver ore in his hand was called mitsilver, which was a gift given to him by a hotel survivor before leaving. It was relatively rare and could be used to cast holy relics.

At the same time, although his extraordinary abilities have not been fully awakened, the color on his face is basically invisible, which means that his abilities will appear in a few hours.

Therefore, casting matching holy relics became the next private thing Bernie needed to do.

But there is no need to worry about this. It happened that the owner of the manor, the son of the Earl named Mitchell, came to invite the two to have lunch.

So they temporarily ended the topic and left at the invitation.

"I have asked the butler to prepare a comfortable room and hot water for bathing. After filling your stomach, you can rest comfortably for a night."

The fat and fat son of the nobleman was very polite to Bernie and the other two. Although he was not like Elino who was acting personally for fear of being implicated in the massacre, he was quite enthusiastic.

"I know that some of the work of the church is confidential, so I dare not ask too much, but if you have anything to help, I am very happy to serve you."

After several people sat in a hall with gray carpets, the chubby middle-aged nobleman claimed so,

"Of course, I think no matter what I do, adjusting my state first is the most important point, so we can discuss this issue tomorrow..."

He refers to the current physical condition of several people.

Although the overall battle in the hotel does not last long, it is very exhausting and energy.

At the same time, all of the people were injured. Although they were not serious, they also needed to be treated.

Not long ago, I experienced another handover and aftermath with people in the local church. It was already afternoon, and it would be night again, and night is the least suitable for going out for investigation.

Therefore, today's "work" is naturally only left to cultivation and eating-

The hall, which is not spacious but not narrow, is now filled with fragrance. Because only the four of them are involved, many things are very convenient.

For example, opposite the dining table, near the fireplace, a middle-aged chef in a scarf was processing a roasted lamb on the bonfire, rolling and sprinkling ingredients, etc. Whenever a piece of meat was cooked, the servant would immediately serve it on the dining table on a plate.

Several maids surrounded the dining table, pouring wine, cutting meat, peeling fruits... The service was very thoughtful.

In the corner of the hall, I don’t know where the son of the Earl named Mitchell found an old bard. Now he is fiddling with the zither in his arms with his fingertips, playing a series of soothing and pleasant tones...

"I actually doubted whether this incident happened because of me."

On the dining table, after chatting with the young deacon for a while, the middle-aged noble suddenly changed his mind.

"I went out this time just to relax. Who knew that as soon as I arrived at that hotel, I met a group of hateful wolf cubs... I doubt if anyone was secretly leading them over there, with the purpose of trying to die there."

"Why do you have this kind of suspicion?" Tracy couldn't help asking when he heard this.

Although this incident has been taken over by the local church, he still wants to figure out the reason for the incident.

"I'm not easy to say,"

After looking around, the middle-aged nobleman looked around and lowered his voice, "I can only say that the youngest son I gave birth to this year inherited the honor of my great ancestor, Tennyson Camborre, and my brother only had two daughters..."

This sounded inexplicable, but when the few people on the dining table heard this, they understood what the person wanted to express. Bernie, who was always focused on food, also looked up at the other person.

The so-called ancestor honor can actually be regarded as a special title involving extraordinary aspects.

The origin of this title is often that a hero in history once performed some kind of heroic deeds with a reputation, and then turned into some unique talents and were inherited by future generations.

For example, the Camborre family in front of him, according to Bernie, they inherited the honor of their ancestors as "the conqueror of the Bay of El",

The talent corresponding to this honor is that the visual ability is greatly increased in the port of Neham, the main city under the Camboré family, and the outer sea, and the ships commanded are faster than ordinary ships.

However, not all noble children can inherit the honor and talent in the family. It seems that the person in front of him is not inherited-

Having this talent represents not only the power brought by the talent itself, but more importantly, the children of nobles who awaken this talent can learn extraordinary skills from the church for a fee without formally joining the church.

This is also the only way for the aristocratic class to become a transcendent without joining the church in an era when the church masters the power to empower it.

Of course, it is said that you can learn extraordinary skills without joining the church, but in fact, the heroic ancestors of the nobles were basically born in the church.

Because only the church masters this method of obtaining "glory", just like mastering most extraordinary abilities and learning qualifications.

This is also the reason why the little nobles want to enter the church even if they have to win, because only by obtaining this kind of glory can their families enter the ranks of high-level nobles.

The blonde boy on the dining table couldn't help but feel envious on his face. He seemed to think that the problems encountered by the middle-aged nobles were a kind of "happy trouble".

Unfortunately, the person involved didn't think so. He looked full of grievance when he spoke. He was obviously very confident about the speculation that he was being directed at, so he complained about how he lived a life of unsatisfactory life in the family.

Bernie was not very interested in these things, so after listening for a while, he focused on the dishes in front of him again.

Creamy snail soup with many small mushrooms, round bacon pizza, pigeon pie with some flower patterns on the surface, crispy trout sprinkled with almonds, sweet honey cakes...

These all seem to make people feel very appetizing, but in comparison, Bernie is more interested in the lemon roast duck not far away surrounded by a few slices of lemon...

"Am I being cursed unconsciously? How could I always meet this guy..."

Bernie thought with his chin looking at the plate of roasted brown duck.

“Is it not to taste?”

The fat nobleman who was complaining to Tracy in the main seat did not ignore the others on the dining table.

So he immediately noticed the strange expression on Bernie's face.

"It's just that the wound on the arm is a little stinging."

When Bernie heard this, she smiled politely at the other party.

There was indeed a skin trauma on his arm, which was left in the hotel battle, but because of his talent, it had already begun to scab.

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To be continued...