The air inside the cathedral was eerily quiet. Ford stared sharply at Princess Eve, revealing such obvious murderous intent in public for the first time.
But in the current situation, unless someone is completely stupid, no one would immediately conclude that 'Princess Eve is lying'.
Father Barton is a mage, just one step away from becoming a grand mage, and his strength is far beyond that of ordinary high-level mages.
The possibility that 'Princess Eve lied and slandered him' can be immediately ruled out, so now.....
How can His Holiness the Bishop explain and justify this farce?
Beneath Maggie's feigned heartbreak was an almost uncontrollable laugh. It's likely that even the bishop, who has never made a mistake, never imagined he would be outmaneuvered.
The priest and the pope were locked in a power struggle within the temple. Ford, who was always flawless and without a single mistake, finally caught him red-handed this time.
If she were Patton, she would definitely use this to weaken his power, status, and reputation.
“I never said that.”
Ford, his mind clearing, stared directly at Father Barton and cast a spell on himself.
“The priest can come and verify it himself.”
His voice was firm and powerful, and it sounded very convincing. He took the initiative to release magic to prove his innocence, which made people unconsciously believe him.
Maggie's lowered eyes flashed with surprise. She hadn't expected Ford to be so clever, but proving himself in this situation wasn't a good option.
She forced herself to recall some painful memories, her eyes welling with tears, and asked Ford a question before Father Barton could speak.
"Your Excellency the Bishop punished me without even knowing the facts. Is he trying to eliminate dissidents?"
As soon as she said this, hundreds of eyes in the church turned to Maggie. No one would have expected that the seemingly timid and submissive saint would utter such astonishing words.
This behavior is tantamount to usurping the priest's authority, which is simply alarmist.
As expected, Ford's previously composed face instantly turned red, the veins on his hand gripping his cane bulged, and his eyes were fixed on Maggie as if he wanted to stare a hole through her.
Maggie, as if just realizing the gravity of her words, shrank back in fear, her body trembling uncontrollably, and looked up in Ford's direction.
A hint of provocation flashed in his eyes, which Ford could clearly see.
What would you do now, Your Excellency?
If you don't remove the spell, all your filthy and despicable character and thoughts will be fully exposed. But if you remove the spell, wouldn't that just make it easier for you to stand by and watch this matter against Her Highness the Saintess be resolved?
Father Barton's gaze fell on Maggie, his brows furrowed, and a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Maggie could sense it, but she didn't care.
No matter how well she pretends, she can't fake the aura of a truly innocent person. Someone like Barton, with his upright and pure character, will inevitably clash with her aura.
The priest's personality is not suitable to be a teammate, nor is it suitable to rely on someone's connections; at least, it's not suitable for her.
In the temple, all he needed to do was act as a qualified scale of justice, making a ruling in her favor when the evidence was presented.
Maggie thought casually.
Time ticked by, and Ford gritted his teeth. After a while, he deflated like a punctured balloon and released the spell himself.
Even so, it indirectly confirms that he was targeting the Holy Maiden, but saying it out loud completely changes the nature of the matter.
Maggie raised an eyebrow, her mind filled with amusement, and looked up at Ford again.
Her eyes were blatant, as if to say, 'You can try again; I can ask you even more questions that will ruin your reputation.'
Maggie wasn't worried that Ford wouldn't understand her meaning; that old fox was smarter than anyone else.
As she expected, Ford did not try a second time to prove he was right, but instead remained silent with a livid face.
"Enough, this farce is over."
Just as the show was about to end, Father Barton finally drew the curtain, dismissed everyone in the cathedral, and took Ford and Princess Eve away alone.
Maggie was kept out, only allowed to return to her room and wait for things to be resolved.
With such explosive events occurring for two consecutive nights, comparable to the entire Temple of Light scandal, many nuns will likely have a sleepless night, unable to resist discussing tonight's events.
Maggie watched Father Barton's retreating figure with a face full of regret, very dissatisfied with her performance just now.
I wish Ford would take the bait again.
She sighed quietly, turned and walked out of the church. She believed that it wouldn't be long before she could return to the Kingdom of Saint Na and visit her beloved vampire progenitor, Ulysses, at Thorn Castle.
She still owes that guy five drops of blood, and it's very impolite of her not to deliver them.
"However... that old man is really sensitive."
Maggie touched her chin, somewhat helplessly.
She considered herself a fairly good actress, but she underestimated Father Barton's sixth sense, or rather, intuition.
He was a Holy Spirit-level believer who dedicated his whole heart and soul to the God of Light, and he followed the "Divine Law" from beginning to end. Even the words "upright and noble" are insufficient to describe him.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had such a falling out with the Pope.
Someone as complex, calculating, and vengeful as her was indeed incompatible with his aura.
When Maggie returned to her room, the little ghost and Roy couldn't wait to appear before her, with Roy even cheering right in her ear.
"Yay! That annoying old man finally got his comeuppance! Maggie did a great job!"
The voices of elemental spirits are generally quite childish, and Maggie couldn't help but laugh when she heard Roy's adorable remarks.
"It's too early to be happy. They're not stupid. I just caused trouble by pretending to be a victim. When they question me separately, they'll be able to tell that Ford wasn't lying."
"But it doesn't matter. I'm just an innocent saintess. Who would suspect me?"
When Maggie said the last sentence, her expression showed a hint of trouble.
"But how did you know Father Barton would be back at this time?"
The little ghost's face was full of doubt.
"secret."
Maggie smiled and put her finger to her lips. It was indeed hard to say. You couldn't exactly say that she predicted the future through the plot, could you?
"Tch, who cares!"
The little ghost was furious, his white cloth hem fluttering wildly. It was clear that his emotions were unstable, completely contrary to what he said. He was probably dying of curiosity.
"So mysterious, if it weren't for Roy, I wouldn't... never mind."
He muttered complaints under his breath, but shut up when he saw Luo Yi's figure in his beady eyes.
"Alright, I can get a good night's sleep tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning a letter from the Beard royal family will already be on my desk."
Maggie stretched and yawned, her tone relaxed and languid.
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