"Where are the Inquisition and the lords of various places?" It is unbelievable to allow such a thing to be active near Westminster for so long. It is an unacceptable shame and humiliation to be close to the center of the kingdom, next to the king, and in an area with strong church power.
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"These damn pagans are pretending to be members of the church and preaching. Even the contents are changed from the holy scriptures. Those people who can't even write their own names have been believing for several years when they were found out!"
At this point, the annoyance on Martin's face gradually overshadowed the other expressions.
"The key is that the changes are really like that. Even the knights of the Holy See may not be able to memorize it as well as they do. The church doesn't have enough manpower. How can those lords find out on their own?"
Are you sure it wasn't a sect in the church that broke away and was excommunicated? Kraft wanted to ask that, but considering Martin's mood, he swallowed the question and continued with business.
"Does this have anything to do with academic gatherings?"
"No." Martin flatly rejected the connection between the two. "I am only responsible for ensuring that you arrive at Westminster safely and participate in what a professor should do. These non-medical contents have nothing to do with this."
A very straightforward answer, although the credibility is somewhat questionable. If I was really invited for medical-related reasons, it is not like a purely academic gathering and title conferment.
These are all pretense, to attract Kraft to come, and also to show others that they need medical assistance. They use academic gatherings as a cover and send reliable people to accompany them.
"But it did happen. Right here, an 'unrelated' pagan put poisonous berries into my fruit bowl. Do you think this is a coincidence, Mr. Martin?"
"I don't know..." Doubts appeared on his face, and every word that came out was unsteady on the ground. He couldn't understand what this semi-professional assassination was about.
Their itinerary was exposed, and it was a heretic who came.
"The letter mentioned that there will be a big shot who will award the badge?" Kraft guessed casually, expanding the scope of attack.
"..."
"Has it something to do with what's being preached at the party?"
"..."
"Besides partying, what do you need me for?"
"..."
Come on, things are messed up. An invitation with an unknown ultimate purpose is connected with a pagan religion that penetrates deeply into the aristocratic church. The guide is hesitant and silent, and has no right to make a decision.
"Okay, Knight Martin, the name is always true, right?" Kraft picked up the basket and opened the unlatched door, as if he had thought of the least important issue of title before leaving.
"Yes... huh?" Martin survived the series of questions and subconsciously answered the daily address in a blink of an eye.
Ah...Martin Knight.
Chapter completed!