The hall echoed in the whispering sounds and the silent servants walking back and forth.

Hemi sat in the Sentinel Town Lord with Joel's support and signaled her to sit down. As soon as she sat down, Sir Tren raised up and glanced at Joel and Ronnie coldly, waved his hands and said, "Mercenaries, let's go there first. I have important things to ask the Saint."

Joel raised his head and looked at Sir Lenteron. Before he could react, Hemi turned around and grabbed Joel's hand tightly with both hands.

The lord naturally saw Hemi's actions. He raised his hand to stop the guards standing in the hall without the candlelight to drive out the mercenaries, then looked at Joel with bloodshot eyes, and said slowly, "If the Saint is willing to let these two mercenaries stay here, I have nothing to object to."

Then he raised his hand: "Please sit down."

Joel was still looking at him through the white mask, but Ronnie had already sat down first. Joel turned his head and looked at Ronnie. Ronnie also looked at Joel in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Joel replied hoarsely, then sat in the position between Ronnie and Hemi.

Once the two of them sat down, the lord did not look at them, but looked at the little man hidden in the wide cloak with bright eyes. He raised his hand to the long table: "Please don't be polite, Your Majesty, this is a banquet set up for you. Because the preparation is hasty after all, so it is only of this scale, so please forgive me."

Joel looked at the table, and Ronnie had reached out without hesitation and took a piece of apple pie that had a crispy grilled crust. In addition to the apple pie, there were venison soup stewed with vegetables, sprinkled with spices and pepper, and cut into pieces of roasted ham, large buttered chunks of fried potatoes, fried onions, fried turnips, and big-width cream and fresh toasted wheat bread.

The scale of the banquet was indeed not very large, because each of the six long tables in the hall could sit for more than 40 people, but only two of them were used at this moment, and only half of these two long tables were used.

There may be only dozens of people in the entire banquet at this moment. Joel noticed that servants would come in from time to time at the entrance of the hall. Then the people glanced at the hall and noticed Joel and the others, so they chose a seat to sit down.

At this time, a maid came over. She almost didn't look at Joel and the others, walked straight to Hemi's side, then put down a silver wine glass, then picked up the silver-plated thin-mouthed pot next to it and poured the liquid in the pot into the cup.

Joel immediately frowned. He smelled the wine, and then grabbed the top of the thin-mouthed pot. His actions jumped down the maid, and then she raised her head and looked at Joel's white mask in surprise.

"She can't drink." Joel said in a husky and unpleasant voice, deliberately increasing the volume so that Sir Tren, who was sitting in his high position, could hear it.

The maid turned her head at a loss and looked at the Lord. The Lord sucked the wine in the silver cup in his hand, and then Weiwei frowned.

"Why? Didn't you hear it?" he said to the maid dissatisfied, "Why don't you go and prepare other drinks for the saint? Hot milk, juice, and the gods are above, there are always something she likes. Why don't you go?"

The maid let go of the hand holding the wine pot, then took a few steps back, bowed to Hemi, and left quickly. Joel gently lowered the wine pot, and then Ronnie took it away in a blink of an eye. He found a wine glass for himself from somewhere.

Joel stared at Ronnie again, and after swallowing the meat piece picked out from the stewed broth in his mouth, he glared at Joel with dissatisfaction: "So what's wrong?"

"No, it's okay." Joel shook his head secretly.

"It seems that this masked gentleman is not just a saint's guard."

Joel raised his head after hearing the lord's voice and found Sir Tren staring at him in a straight face, as if he wanted to see his face through his mask.

Joel did not answer him, so he looked at Hemi again.

"Does the Saint go south this time to go to the church?" Sir Tren asked, "Are you planning to go to the Long Lake Fort of the St. Jon family, or do you want to continue south along the ancient avenue and go directly to Androlie?"

"No."

Hemi's tender voice suddenly calmed down in the hall, and Joel also lowered his head and looked at her, he didn't know what she wanted to say.

"No," she repeated, "No, sir, I am not going to go to Long Lake Fort or Androlie--I mean, my purpose is not to seek the church."

"Oh..." Sir Tren nodded with a little understanding, then glanced at Joel quickly, then looked at Hemi again, "It seems that the purpose of the Saint's trip is quite clear. Is it carrying any mission?"

Joel saw the hands under Hemi's table holding each other uneasy.

"Yes, sir," Joel said a little low when she heard her voice, "It's true."

"This is rare." Sir Tren nodded, then looked at the hall again. At this moment, people had come gradually, but they were always quiet. The Lord frowned in dissatisfaction. Then he stood up on the chair and raised his voice and shouted, "Are you here to pray? This is a banquet, not a prayer meeting! Let the atmosphere be lively, don't let the Saint feel that our Sentinel Town people are cold! Where is the band? Where is the band you asked you to find? Drag those hippies and smiles out of the bed! Music is indispensable for the banquet!"

While speaking, the lord had already brought his own silver cup to the table opposite Hemi and sat down. Then a smile appeared on his old face: "Please wait a moment, Lord Saint, I believe you will like the singing of those young men. Oh, the "Herb's Toast" they sang is no worse than the great minstrels in the south! Even the master Naviron, who had always had a stern face, was moved by their singing!"

While the conversation was about to come, the maid had already come over with a clean clay pot. She put down a new silver cup and poured the drinks from the clay pot into the cup.

The lord sniffed: "Goat milk, juice, spices, oh, raisins and honey, I'm almost drooling."

"You can drink this if you don't mind." Hermi nervously pushed the cup in front of him towards Sir Tren.

"Oh, thank you, kind-hearted saint, but I am already an adult, and I can only drink at the banquet," said the lord, looking at Joel, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace like the dust that was blown away, "Do you think, the masked guard?"

Joel didn't answer.

Hemi had to bring back the wine glass, and she smelled it inside the glass. She liked the smell, so she tasted it in a small way.

"Ahem." Ronnie gently cleared his throat, then wiped the grease stained on his hands when he was eating with a handkerchief he had brought from somewhere, and looked up at Sir Tren: "Forgive me, did you mention Master Nawellen just now?"

The lord turned his head and looked at the mercenary with no expression on his face, so he couldn't tell whether he was disgusted or disdainful. He nodded, and then looked at Hemi again: "That's right, Master Naviron, look over there, the white-robed man who was sitting at the end and there was no one else around. Don't let him notice your movements."

"Who is he?" Hemi turned his head and looked at him and asked the lord curiously.

"He is the messenger of the church, the Holy Maiden. Don't panic. His trip was not for you. He wouldn't just take you back to the church so hard, at least not at the moment. Of course, your guards wouldn't allow him to do this, right? So in order for you not to conflict in my territory, I hope you can hide from him a little." The lord said sincerely to Hemi.

After hearing his words, Joel turned his head and looked at Master Nawellen. The other party obviously noticed Joel's movements, picked up the cup and made a toast to Joel: the other party was a middle-aged man with pale skin, slightly fat body, bald head, wearing a clean white robe, with many green leaves embroidered on the robe; he was not short, with a serious and serious expression, and an ancient wooden disc given by the church was hanging around his neck, which was something that symbolized his identity.

The church envoy, Joel, secretly wondered, that he had seen such a person before, but he couldn't understand why Master Nawellen came to this Sentinel Town.

At this time, Joel noticed someone approaching. He raised his head and saw Barrit walking towards them, looking tired and wearing the polished armor.

As he approached, the large king's guard chief bowed his head to the lord and shouted softly: "My uncle."

The lord did not look up at him, but nodded slightly: "Sit down."

Barrit was not polite either, and walked directly to the seat next to the lord and sat down, then reached out to grab a piece of apple pie and ate it. "Did you tell them that?" Barrit asked the lord while eating.

"That thing?" Ronnie repeated.

But the lord completely ignored Ronnie, reached out and inserted a piece of roasted ham with the fork he brought for him by the servant, and put it on the plate in front of him: "I haven't said yet."

Barrit nodded as if he knew something, then lowered his head and ate the apple pie.

"Why..." Before Hemi could finish asking, Joel's hand held Hemi's hand. The girl was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and looked at Joel, and Joel just shook her head slightly.

Joel heard from their conversation that they obviously had a request for the "saint". If Hemi continued to ask, they would let it go. Hemi might not know how to refuse at that time, but Joel would definitely be a very troublesome thing until, and Joel, like Ronnie, did not want to stay in this base of the Beggar Brotherhood for a moment.

At this time, another person's voice came from next to him: "May I ask-"

Joel turned his head and found that Master Nawellen, who had pale skin and a slightly fat figure, was looking at Ronnie and asked, "Can you sit here?"

Ronnie shrugged disapprovingly: "Of course, please feel free."

Then when Ronnie turned his head, he found that Joel was staring at him again. He looked at Joel in confusion, then lowered his voice and asked, "Are you wrong?"

Then Joel ignored the mercenary who only knew how to eat, then looked over him and looked at Master Nawellen. His eye sockets were deep, so his eyes were often hidden in the shadows. He nodded slightly at Joel, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

At this time, the lord put down his fork, then wiped his mouth with the handkerchief handed to him by the servant, raised his cold eyes and looked at the slightly fat church envoy: "Master Nawellen, I have ordered people to investigate what you said, and I hope you can wait patiently. Isn't patience the virtue of your monks?"

"Sir, humility is the virtue of monks." Master Nawellen replied, "But you are right, patience is also a virtue. Please rest assured, I will wait patiently, because I will stay here all winter. The instructions I received were to wait until spring comes before going back, so please don't have to rush."

"Oh, this is amazing." Barritt said unceremoniously, then picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp.

Master Nawellen ignored his sarcasm and nodded slightly. Then he turned his head and looked towards Hemidi: "So is this the legendary saint from the north?"

Neither Hemi nor Joel spoke, while Ronnie was completely out of the way and was very savored.

"Master Neville," Lord Trumber, who was standing beside him, interrupted at this moment, "Do you call her a saint?"

"Isn't this what your rumors call her?" The master showed a look of confusion.

"Of course, master, but after all, rumors are just rumors." Lord Trunk said lightly, and his eyes drooped down while speaking, looking at the half piece of roasted ham left on the plate. "If you call her the saint so much, doesn't it mean that the church has recognized this saint?"

"Oh, sir, I'm just here to attend this banquet as Nawell Hamro, and it doesn't mean the church." The master waved his hand and said calmly, "But if you want to ask about the ritual of the church's recognition of the saints, you don't have this qualification."

Seeing that no one else said anything, Master Nawell continued to explain: "Generally, the ceremony of recognizing the saint requires at least two white-robed priests to be present, and that is only a temporary establishment. There has been no new saints in the kingdom for several years. If this girl is a real saint, the church will definitely choose to celebrate it. Maybe even the Pope who is far away on the saint's saint will attend the saint's recognition ceremony."

"If it's true?" Barrit, who was on the side, licked the grease on his mouth and put down the knife in his hand. "How should the church identify the authenticity of the saint?"

"It's very simple, sir," said Master Nawellan, "The saint is the verbal and darling of the gods in the world. Just let them pray before the holy tree, and the gods will inevitably respond to them. This is a rare miracle. And the gods naturally will not sit idly by and suffer as liars who pretend to be fake saints. After all, the saint is the real god's darling, sir."

"Hmph." Barritt sneered and shrugged, then continued to lower his head and ate the unfinished ham.

"Come on, Lord Saint, please don't be affected by this disgusting topic. In any case, the Sendevi family has never doubted you." Lord Trunk raised his hand, and then signaled the maid next to him to come and pick meat for the Saint. "I hope you can try it. My chef has made up his mind until he can cook food for the Saint himself. Please don't waste his kindness."

"Yes, thank you very much." Hemi thanked in a low voice, then picked up the knife and fork prepared for her.

"I apologize to you for my inappropriate words, Miss." Master Nawellen said softly to Hemi.

"No, don't apologize to me." Hemi replied nervously.

"No, my words may have damaged your reputation, so I must apologize to you. This is not a monk's behavior." Master Nawellen said sincerely, and then he cleared his throat and sat upright. "In fact, although my purpose in coming to the north this time was to investigate the cultist incident, I actually received other instructions, that is, to pay attention to the saints in the north. My sages in Androre were actually aware of her existence."

"You mean the three saints in the royal capital know her existence?" Barrit asked suspiciously.

"Yes, sir," Neville lowered his head, "they also told me that not only them, but all the saints, including the saints of the Principality, should also know the existence of this new saint, and the gods gave them revelation."

As he said that, Master Nawell took out a wooden box that was not too big or too small from the sleeve of the robe: the wooden box was painted with dark red paint, and the edges were inlaid with golden branches and leaves.

"There are gifts entrusted to me by three saints to give me the newborn saint," said Master Nawellen. "If this lady is the legendary newborn saint, I can deliver this gift to her."

Barrit exchanged glances with Sir Tren, then Barrit looked up at Joel with a pale mask, while Joel remained silent.

"How do you confirm? Let her go to church to pray?" Ronnie, who had been eating, looked up at the people around him in confusion, while the others frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong? Did I say the wrong thing again?"

"In fact..." Master Nawellen cleared his throat, "Sentinel Town Church... is no longer available for the time being, which is why I came here. So it is impossible to tell the authenticity of the Saint for the time being. This is really a headache."
Chapter completed!