Church of the Sun.
Sacred Hall, Tribunal Headquarters.
Wickfield was carefully examining a file.
"Lord Farnell's guest list... Why is there a small merchant mixed in?"
He showed interest in his eyes like a hawk: "Even if he happened to meet a noble, the chance of being invited would be too slim... Parra Love Toman, who exactly are you?"
Wickfield was a judge in the tribunal, and even the youngest one.
To be promoted to work at the tribunal headquarters was partly due to his hard work and dedication, and partly due to his strong background - he was a descendant of a viscount who had turned to the church.
Everyone who had seen him was sure that he would have a promising future.
He quickly typed a request for investigation and handed it to a lady beside him: "Send this to the police headquarters and request all this man's information for me!"
"Yes!"
The lady in nun's clothing had a tender look in her eyes, holding the dossier, she bowed and quickly left.
