It was already late into the night.
The grand banquet in Icestone City had finally come to an end.
However, the nobles that left the banquet had different expressions on their faces.
Some were excited, some were terrified, some were expectant, some were fearful …
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Carrier pigeons took off from Icestone City one after another, dispersing towards the Northern Frontier.
They were going to deliver an earth-shattering piece of news — — The eldest son of the Duke Of St. Hilde, Marquis Charles, had announced that he would renounce his title under the questioning of Marquis García!
Charles' title was an empty title in the first place, and it didn't have any corresponding territory.
What it truly represented was the inheritance rights of the Duke Of St. Hilde!
Renouncing this title meant that Charles had renounced his inheritance rights.
Of course, strictly speaking, only when the Duke Of St. Hilde approved Charles' request would he be officially stripped of his title as a Marquis and lose his inheritance rights.
However, what was truly thought-provoking, or perhaps even more frightening, was that Charles was forced by his own uncle to renounce his title.
Since Charles wouldn't inherit the title of the Duke of the House of Saint Hilde, then who would inherit it?
Would it be the Duke's second son?
Or would it be the Duke's younger brother?
Logically speaking, as the Duke's younger brother, Marquis García's inheritance rights should be behind the Duke's three sons, and even behind the Duke's adopted daughter, Vera.
But now, no one could be sure who would inherit the title of the House of Saint Hilde.
And would that golden lion flag become a black lion?
A terrifying storm was quietly approaching the Empire's Northern Frontier.
Some people were overjoyed, trying to take advantage of this opportunity to rise.
There were also people who were deeply worried, scared out of their wits by the hidden danger.
Colin quietly walked on the streets of Icestone City, thinking about how the Angele family would deal with the upcoming storm.
To be honest, he didn't want the Northern Frontier to become chaotic at this time.
This was not because he was loyal to the Duke Of St. Hilde, or because he sympathized with Marquis Charles, nor was he worried that this storm would involve Vera. Instead, it was because he knew very well that if the Northern Frontier fell into civil strife at this time, who would benefit the most?
Without a doubt, it would be the Trolls!
After all, the three hundred thousand troll army on Firmament Icefield hadn't retreated very far. They might even be eyeing the Northern Frontier right now!
Once Marquis García and the Duke Of St. Hilde got into a fight, the Trolls would definitely take the opportunity to invade the south again.
The Northern Frontier would also be plunged into misery and suffering!
Colin did not care about the power struggles of those in power, but as a human, he certainly did not want to see the Northern Frontier become a place where the Trolls wreaked havoc.
However, it was a pity that his words carried little weight and could not change the current situation.
He could only hope that the Dukes Of The North, who were far away in Winter City, would retain a trace of rationality and make appropriate concessions.
Colin returned to the inn, removed his armor, and fell asleep immediately.
When he woke up, the sun was just right.
Although the atmosphere in Icestone City was slightly tense, there was no chaos. It was as if everything that happened last night was just an illusion.
After breakfast, Colin went out for a walk and walked his cat.
Of course, Little White wasn't too willing to be walked, but Colin insisted on dragging it out.
After his protests were ineffective, the angry Little White burrowed into Colin's clothes and continued to sleep.
Actually, Colin was not really wandering aimlessly on the streets. He had a destination — the Church of Glory.
The church of the Church of Glory in Icestone City was not far from the west side of the Su Duo Castle. It was a tall tower made of pure white rock that seemed to be close to a hundred meters tall. The sharp top of the tower stood upright as if it was going to pierce the sky.
Colin was no longer as fearful of the Church of Glory as he was when he first transmigrated.
After all, he had already drunk the holy water and even advanced because of it.
Actually, when he successfully advanced into an official Knight and could activate the energy of the holy light, Colin already had a guess —
The vampires of this world should not be restrained by the church.
Thus, he openly walked through the church's door.
The guards at the door saw that Colin was dressed extravagantly and did not stop him.
In the spacious prayer hall, there was no one. There were only rows of tables and chairs and a statue erected in the front row.
The statue was naturally the image of the God of Glory.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a simple robe. His long hair draped over his shoulders. He held a scepter in his right hand and his left hand pointed forward. The only strange thing was his face —
There were no facial features!
According to the church, the reason why the God of Glory did not have facial features was because he could be anyone's image — an elegant noble, a poor commoner, or even a lowly slave.
Colin raised his head to look at the legendary God who protected mankind, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly emerged in his heart.
He thought for a long time but could not figure out where this sense of familiarity came from.
"Honorable Knight, is there anything I can help you with?"
Just as Colin was thinking about the statue of the God of Glory, an old voice suddenly woke him up.
"Hello, honorable Pastor, please call me Colin."
The old pastor's turbid eyes flashed slightly and smiled, "So it's Knight Colin. I've heard of your name."
Colin was a little surprised. Obviously, he did not expect that he was already so famous now.
The old pastor seemed to see Colin's doubts and explained with a smile, "Previously, Archbishop Raven came here and mentioned you to me."
Colin suddenly realized that he had left a deep impression on Archbishop Raven.
He probably remembered that he had drunk a whole bottle of pure holy water.
Hmph, stingy bishop!
Colin cursed in his heart, but on the surface, he looked deeply honored, "I didn't expect Archbishop Raven to remember me. What an honor."
"May I know what brings you here, Knight Colin?"
"Well, I actually want to buy some holy water so that I can save myself if I'm seriously injured next time."
Since the last advancement, Colin had the idea of the church's holy water. Now that he had some free time, he naturally wanted to get some holy water to drink.
"So that's how it is. Then please follow me. "The old pastor nodded and led Colin through the prayer hall to the back hall.
In fact, it was normal for the church to sell holy water.
Moreover, the price was extremely expensive.
The church did not feel ashamed of this, but justified it — "God's gift comes with a price."
The two quickly came to a small house in the back hall.
The furnishings in the house were simple, with only a bathtub-sized holy water pool in the center.
The surface of the pool was as smooth as a mirror, with a milky white holy light.
Of course, this was holy water, but it was diluted.
Colin resisted the urge to loot the church and handed the water bag to the old pastor, "Please fill it up for me."
"Okay."
"Gulp... Gulp..."
The old pastor quickly filled the water bag and returned it to Colin, "Knight Colin, a total of thirty gold coins."
What a scam!
One had to know that this holy water was diluted, not the pure holy water that Archbishop Raven had given Colin to drink.
As for how many times it was diluted.
According to Colin's understanding, the church's common practice was a thousand times.
Therefore, the true content of all the holy water in the church's holy water pool in front of him was probably not as concentrated as the small bottle in Archbishop Raven's hands.
And now, the entire water bag that Colin had spent a huge sum of money to buy was probably diluted from one or two drops of pure holy water.
Colin felt a pang of pain, but he could only hand the thirty gold coins to the old pastor.
Let's see if it works first.
Colin bid farewell to the old pastor and left the "black shop."
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