Sylvester pressed more on the chest of the Archpriest and forced him to say it. "What is it?"
"His talents, my Lord! We found out Dungface has the talent of a… Diamond Knight! Second-highest Knightley talent! This is God's gift! This town can have so much support from the Holy Land if he remains here and learns under me!"
Pa!
Sylvester knelt and slapped the man with the back of his hand, though not too hard. "So you can eat up all the money the Holy Land shall send for his upkeep and training? Do you see 'fool' written on my face, Archpriest? And why were his talents never tested before? He's already in his thirties; he has lost so much precious time."
"I-I don't know, my lord! The previous priest likely didn't bother to test him since he was always slow in the head. Nobody in their right mind would expect him to have such high talent." The Archpriest cried, getting continuously slapped on the face softly.
Pa!
