As for what Ellie had seen from Catherine's deeds, Jenn didn't know, he only saw Ellie spend a whole day in the library, and finally left with a tired face. Of course, Jenn will not be uninterested in what kind of "lessons" Ellie has learned from it, but looking at Ellie's expression, it can be found that Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden is obviously falling into a quagmire from which she cannot extricate herself.

And knowing this is enough for Jenn.

And now, he has more important things to do.

"Hello, Archbishop Herbert."

"Hello, Anson Paladin."

Looking at the paladin with a serious expression in front of him, Jenn lowered his head and bowed respectfully to the other party before asking.

"Excuse me, is there anything you have to do here?"

"Yes, Archbishop Herbert."

Hearing Jenn's inquiry, the paladin named Anson nodded.

"Please bathe and change your clothes and prepare the sacrament, Your Excellency the Sage has a very important task that needs to be entrusted to you."

It's finally here.

Hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Jenn's eyes, but he still hurriedly raised his head and quickly replied with the usual steadiness of "Herbert".

"I see, please allow me to prepare now."

The rules of the Templar Order are numerous, and they are troublesome. Especially in the position and position of Archbishop Herbert, everything done has a meaning. He had to bathe and change his clothes, then meditate and pray for a quarter of an hour in the room where Shizuka was burned, and then eat the sacrament bread that had been delivered. After everything is over. to be able to begin formal divine consciousness. Of course, the Templar Order's claim is that this awareness will allow the bishop to remove physical and mental impurities. Get closer and closer to the teachings of the gods. And Jenn naturally scoffed at this, knowing that many heroes received an oracle and went to the point of no return when they were scribbled and down. At that time, most of them were unkempt. If you don't cover your body, you can't pull an egg and you can't get anything pure in body and mind. I didn't see the gods and didn't pay attention to them......... It is also ridiculous to say that the Order preaches that God loves the world and treats everyone equally. On the one hand, he put forward a lot of crooked and crooked requirements, what must be done, what is physical and mental health, five stresses, four beauties and three loves......... Judging from the Templar's request, I don't see how generous this god is. What is the need to worship a guy who wants to communicate with him, who has to get into a bunch of troubles, show how respectful he is to the gods, and torture himself before he can pray like a lottery ticket that the other party will listen to his expectations?

From this point of view, the demons are much better. They don't care about their origins. It doesn't matter who you are, as long as you offer sacrifices, everyone can have a good time. No matter what kind of business can be done for you, as long as you are willing to pay the price that matches it or not, then you can definitely achieve what you want. Why not do such a good thing? The demons of the lower realms have always been warm to their customers, making every effort to make them feel welcome and enjoy intimate and warm service. And they weren't as demanding as the Templars, a pure maiden. A heart, a dedication of innocent life, you see......... This kind of stuff is everywhere, and it doesn't take much effort at all.

So. Business is made......... It's not spoken......... It's no wonder that every year there are dozens of people who go to hell than those who go to heaven, and they don't even know how to attract customers, so they pretend to be high there. What's the use of that?

After all, the customer is God.........

Although he was dismissive of the Templar's pyramid schemes, Jenn obediently completed the rituals one by one in his memory. If he is a demon at this moment. Then I'm afraid I would have died in it a long time ago. Luckily, however, Jenn was a pure human being, unharmed by the Light and Water—and rightfully so. Otherwise, why would he risk his life to run to this hellish place to disguise?

After spending nearly an hour and a half going through all those troublesome rituals, Jenn changed into a new black priest's robe and walked slowly to the gate. And there, Anson and the other paladins were already ready to go. Looking at the meticulous Jenn in front of him, Anson also nodded with satisfaction, and then he stretched out his left hand and made an inviting gesture to the side.

"Please follow me."

With that, Anson Paladin turned around and walked down the street to the other side.

With the arrival of believers from outside, the pressure on the Templar Order has obviously increased a lot. But unlike the hustle and bustle outside, where people couldn't even walk, the area around the White Tower was very empty, and it was clear that the paladins had completely sealed off the area, not allowing outsiders to enter or leave - but of course. Although it is said that the Hall of Praise will be opened, but after all, it will be until the day of the Holy Light Festival, after all, the Holy White Tower is the most sacred place on this continent, how can it be approached casually?

As for where he was going, Anson didn't say, and Jenn didn't ask. In fact, even if the other party didn't say it, he had already guessed where he would go. After all, the road in front of him had been walked more than a thousand times in Herbert's memory, and it would be strange if he still pretended to be puzzled and uneasy at this time.

After walking through the three hundred and thirty-three steps, entering the "Gate of Meditation" in front of him, following the path of holiness, after passing through the corridor where the statues of one hundred and eighty-five saints were placed, he came to a hall at the end of the corridor, and standing at the door of the hall, looking at the gorgeous relief carved on the heavy door, the Anson Paladin first respectfully stretched out his right hand, put it on his chest, and then muttered his head down to pray for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to push the door open.

"Squeak.........

The door opened, and then, a dazzling light emerged from the crack in the door, and Jenn couldn't help but squint his eyes. And soon, the light faded. The scenery in front of him quietly appeared in Jenn's eyes.

It was an oval hall. It looks the size of half a football field, and the vault above is made of fine crystal and stained glass. It can gather sunlight very well. And project it into the hall. I don't know what kind of principles were used by the craftsmen at the time, but in this hall. As long as there is a sun and a moon, it will always be extremely bright. It was as if divine light had descended from heaven and shone on everyone.

"Bishop Herbert, the rest is your job."

"I know."

Although Anson didn't say it explicitly, Jenn's Herbert knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He needed to take an inventory of the relics in the hall and make sure they were all intact. This is a job that only scholars can do, and it is obviously impossible for a paladin who knows how to fight and kill all day long.

Thinking of this, Jenn also restrained his mind. Begin to look at the relics placed in the Hall of Praise one by one -- although they are holy relics, not every one of them is an artifact. It's called the "Hall of Praise", as the name suggests, and it's a place to celebrate feats. And of course, the relics of those heroes who deserve to be celebrated are also placed here. To put it bluntly, the so-called "Hall of Praise" is nothing more than the Templar's Heroes Memorial Museum, which houses all kinds of relics left by those legendary heroes. Among them are rusted swords with chips all over the place (of course, the introductory board will indicate which hero used the sword to destroy which demon king). There were also cloaks and tattered armor that were not used by ghosts at all, and even cups used by a nun.........

Well, you can't count on these broken copper to save the world.

Although he was unhappy with these troublesome things, Jenn was still patient. One by one, he was in the White Tower, the headquarters of the Templar Order. Not a single demon has ever entered here. Although the demons had defeated the Templar Order more than once, they had never entered the Holy White Tower. And as for what's in this tower. I'm afraid only the Sage Nora is completely clear. In this case, it is absolutely impossible for Jenn to snatch the Tablet of Destiny directly. Then he fled from the White Tower -- he was sure that he would never be able to escape. Don't talk about him, I'm afraid that even if Klein, Vivien, and Nabelius came here, they would all have to raise their hands and surrender.

Because Jenn could feel that a powerful aura no less than that of a true god was enveloping the tower. As the son of the Demon King, his judgment on this aspect is very accurate. This means that there is definitely something secret about this tower. But now is not the time for Jenn to find the answer to this secret.

"Alright, another ..............."

After checking the "Waltz Cup" in front of him, Jenn wrote a few strokes on the large book he was holding in front of him. Then he turned and walked slowly to the other side of the exhibition stand, and in it was the Tablet of Destiny that was placed.

From this, it is clear that the Templar Order did not take this tablet of destiny seriously in the first place, otherwise it would not have been placed in the Hall of Praise. But......... Well............?

Looking at the tablet of fate in front of him, Jenn was stunned for a moment.

Although the Tablet of Destiny placed here in front of him looks exactly the same as the Tablet of Destiny in Herbert's memory on the surface, Jenn can keenly perceive that this is not the real Tablet of Destiny. He now has four Destiny Tablets in his hands, and because of this, Jenn is well aware of the aura and fluctuations of Destiny Tablets. Although this tablet looks exactly like the Tablet of Destiny on the surface, it does not have the power and fluctuating aura of the Tablet of Destiny at all............

That is, this is an impostor!

How so?

Even Jenn was a little dumbfounded by the scene in front of him, he had no idea that the Tablet of Destiny kept by the Templar Order was actually a fake. Is this just a joke? Or is it because you want to go wrong? Or is there some conspiracy involved?

"What's wrong? Lord Bishop Herbert? ”

At this moment, seeing Jenn's reaction, the Anson Paladin next to him couldn't help but ask. In the face of Anson's inquiry, Jenn frowned, and then began to think about one thing.

Do you want to say that this fateful tablet is fake? (To be continued.) )