The Princess’s Reccomendation

The entire place was a mess, and the culprit to it all had left long ago. Brendel eyed Archbishop Wood and said, “Archbishop, you shouldn’t have come out.”

His previous mocking tone was now replaced with a stern and serious one.

“If I didn’t, won’t you guys tear this place down? Do you know just how old this place is?” Archbishop raised his eyebrows and asked.

Brendel just smiled awkwardly and looked at Magadal, “I still haven’t thanked you yet. May I have your name please?”

“Just call me Magadal. And I’m just a nun here, sir,” she sighed. “I’m sorry. I really should have stopped the battle and prevent such a mess. This Cathedral was built on the blood and sweat of Master Rogning. And it was my fault to have ruined this place.”

“No,” Brendel shook his head. “Even if you stopped me, I would have probably continued to fight him.”

Magadal widened her eyes in slight shock, “Then why? Don’t you feel regretful for your actions?”

“I would only feel regret if I could not manage to protect my subordinates,” Brendel answered seriously. “Princess Magadal, that was the reason for my gratitude towards you. That you gave me a chance to fight.”

“That’s a first. Normally, the servants would work for their masters, and would have sacrificed their lives to protect them. Isn’t that their duty?”

“The subjects should be loyal to their masters, and the masters should reward them with protection and pride. That is a form of mutual contract, similar to the oaths sworn back with our ancestors.”

Wood was looking at the mess everywhere and interrupted, “But for that, you have to pay up to hundreds of thousands of Taels. Isn’t that too hefty of a price?”

Brendel twisted the newly obtained ring, and shrugged, “After all, it won’t be my money. Marquis Yoakam is the one that’s generous. Spending that much just to check whether or not you’re hosting the Holy Knight ceremony, isn’t that more ridiculous?”

If Yoakam were to hear that, there was no doubt he would have fainted from anger.

Wood just remained silent.

“I see,” Magadal looked at Brendel. “Dear sir, may I have your name?”

“Of course, it’s Sophie.”

Brendel looked at Wood as he said that. He half expected the man to be red with embarrassment for keeping the lie. But, to his surprise, Wood just remained unfazed, like he never heard anything.”

“Sophie?” The Nun Princess arched her eyebrows. “Why does it sound like a girl’s name?”

Her voice was small, like she was subvocalizing. But Brendel who had stepped into the Gold rank could easily hear it with his superhuman senses. He coughed, making Magadal raise her head towards him.

“You’re here to become a Holy Knight at this current period?”

“That’s right,” Brendel thought of something and added. “I also wanted to sightsee the place, I heard that Ampere Seale is the busiest harbor in all of Vaunte’s southern regions. But it was all just rumors and I will gladly take this chance to see it for myself.”

“I see. It is indeed as you said. Ampere Seale is busier than most of Aouine. But the only place that’s worth visiting would only be this Cathedral right here. Plus you can also go to the Marble Lighthouse and the market here too. Believe me, it will be a different experience than the places you’ve been to before.”

“I heard that Ampere Seale also has the largest auction house in the south. Do they sell any antiques that are beyond imagination?” Brendel acted. In reality, there was no one there who knew more of the auction house than him. It was the auction house with the most players, and only opened once per season. And all the players would have flown from all across the place to Ampere Seale for the occasion.

“Ampere Seale had indeed the largest auction house in all of Aouine… Mr. Sophie, you have something in mind?”

“I am interested. However, I do not have the qualifications to participate in the auction.”

“You’re troubling over that matter?” she asked in surprise. “That is no problem. I do know the person hosting the event, Baron Dunner. If you don’t mind, I can introduce you to him. He is an honest businessman and would definitely like to have one more customer.”

“Perfect!” Brendel knew that Magadal had a large network of connections and would definitely have her ways to help him. But he felt bad at exploiting her, so he sincerely thanked her, “If that’s the case, I will help myself to see him. Thanks a lot, Princess.”

“It’s nothing much,” Magadal smiled at him, like she was content that she was able to help someone. “However, mister Sophie, please keep in mind that Yoakam, being the sly guy he is, will most likely take revenge on you.”

“That I know,” Brendel nodded. Of course, he knew. But he came here with an undercover identity. And Ampere Seale has a population of about three hundred thousand, and there were hundreds of nobles here. As long as Archbishop Wood did not say anything about him leaving the Cathedral, chances of Yoakam spotting him would be low.

Marquis Yoakam’s POV

As he came out of the Cathedral, Yoakam immediately went on his c