I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

William gently wiped the blood off the tip of the sword with a cloth, slowly put the sword back into the scabbard, and walked slowly towards the old man.

The old man didn't quite understand what was happening. He only knew that the man in front of him killed the knight who was about to attack him with just one sentence. He was stronger than the previous knight and more daring to kill him.

He had no intention of thanking him. The knight who had just beaten him frightened him, and the knight in front of him who killed without blinking an eye was even more terrifying in his eyes.

William looked at the old man who was retreating and the villagers who were already suspicious of him. He knew that this group of people no longer trusted the church.

A hint of firm belief flashed in his eyes, and his hand involuntarily reached for the sword at his waist.

At this time, a group of children ran to the old man and helped him up. At this time, a child ran to William and begged:

"Grandpa's leg is injured, instructor brother, please go and take a look."

It was Randy who came, the silly kid who said the Lord would give him strength.

William quietly let go of the sword, and as Randy pulled him, he came to the old man. Following the expectant gaze of the children, he ignored the fear in the old man's eyes and went forward to check the old man's legs.

"It's a dislocated joint. Just bear with it, old man. It will be fine soon."

The God-given knight's hands can twist away dislocated joints, even dislocated steel bars. With a little force from both hands, with a click, the old man's legs are back to normal.

The old man stood up and moved around. It was a little painful, but bearable. He glanced at William, and thinking of his murderous look, he couldn't say the words of thanks.

Fortunately, William didn't care. He picked up Randy, let him ride on his neck, ignored the eyes around him, and returned to the convoy.

"Set off!!!"

Following William's order, the convoy started again. Still, only the children were laughing, while the rest of the people were moving forward in silence.

If the knight who beat the old man was a bad guy, then William, who killed the knight, must be a hero.

In the children's world, a world of black and white, the one who beat the old man is the bad guy, and William is the hero who saved the old man.

In the eyes of the villagers, they saw a different church, a fanatical and inhumane church.

In William's opinion, this is the place where Beth became a saint, so everything here is different, especially these children, whose loyalty to their faith is no less than those of the knights.

Under the setting sun, the convoy continued to move forward. The wheat fields still had neat young seedlings. Before they could be harvested, they were about to encounter disaster.

……

When Beth set out to attack the royal capital, she brought 50 God-given knights with her. Later, when she went to another continent, she brought another 50 knights with her.

There aren't many God's gifts left in the church, only a few kittens left.

Most of these knights have backgrounds that Beth cannot take away. They grow with the resources of the church but cannot provide any capabilities to the church.

Now, the king’s message told them that if they did not contribute, the first one to suffer disaster would most likely be the church.

After all, the place where the orcs gathered was near the church’s base camp.

……

The streets of St. Petersburg are very busy today because someone has rebelled against God again. Although today's performance is no different from previous ones, both are burning at the stake, but what he said is very interesting.

"The orcs are coming, everyone run away!!!"

The people on the stage were shouting, and the people below were watching the show.

"What are orcs?"

"I don't know? It's not in the True Words?"

"Is it some new demon?"

"Why is there a demon here? Have you been bewitched by a demon?"

"Someone come, someone here has been bewitched by the devil!!!"

This commotion was not a good look, and if one was not careful one could get into trouble, but the commotion in the audience did not cause too much chaos, and only a few soldiers came to check identities.

Of course, this was just a minor incident, and that person was fine. Every day, people gather to report the devil. How could the church not know whether the devil exists or not? It's just that the people below have been brainwashed too deeply.

People gather to report the devil, not because they are truly devout believers, they just want to see others suffer. After all, in this place without any emotions, the only entertainment seems to be to see others suffer.

Kerosene was poured, torches were thrown, and the carnival began.

The flames slowly died down, the baptism on the cross ended, and people put on cautious faces, returned to their posts, and began a day of dull work.

The church is trying its best to suppress the orcs' impression of the church system.

The population of the small village is less than 10,000 people at most, and people leave just like that.

What about a county?

The most troublesome thing is not the resettlement of the population. People in the small villages can see the outside world. The church uses the production of the earldom to support these small villages. Life in the small villages is like heaven. Such an environment was created to cultivate God's gift.

The people in the Earl's territory cannot do that. Once those people in St. Petersburg see the outside world, what will they think? It will not be enough to just burn a few people and let the matter go.

If one thing goes wrong, the church system will collapse directly.

How to do?

In the underground of St. Petersburg, a group of cardinals met here.

St. Petersburg is not completely autonomous, and in fact it cannot be expected to be governed by a group of brainwashed people.

This group of cardinals were the ones who controlled St. Petersburg, and it was they who promoted the birth of indulgences.

Indulgences are not sold to locals, but to outsiders. A rich person can experience the pleasure of breaking the rules here without restraint.

Most of the people who come to play are merchants, mercenaries, and knights who have earned money. They are exploited by the nobles above and insulted by the crowd below. They have no right to break the rules.

This completely numb St. Petersburg will give them a different experience.

Now, this land of wealth cannot be preserved. These orcs kill without blinking an eye and massacre cities at will. Wherever they pass, there must be a St. Petersburg.

"Let's loosen the limit on the number of indulgences sold now. We can't hold on to this place anymore. We only have one month left at most."

"I agree. Those merchants, knights, and mercenaries can't wait any longer. They have been queuing for a long time."

"Everything will be destroyed anyway, so there's no need to worry about population circulation. Let's just clear out the inventory all at once."

They didn't discuss how to solve the problem, but how to make some money in the end.

"I don't think this is appropriate."

???

The bishops cast doubtful glances at us. Is there a traitor among us?

The bishop raised his head, revealing a thin face with a look of compassion. He moved his lips and said slowly:

"We can't ignore those civilians."

Everyone was silent and the atmosphere was a bit depressing. We were all promoters of indulgences, so what was going on suddenly?

One bishop couldn't help but ask directly:

"What do you mean, do you have any other ideas?"

The skinny bishop slowly stood up, looked at everyone, and said slowly:

"It's not enough to have merchants, mercenaries, and knights. We can also sell indulgences to ordinary people. We sell them in different levels. The high price will ignore all rules, the medium price can only be used against civilians, and the lowest price can only commit a crime against a civilian once."