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The boy's face was bruised and purple, and the torn T-shirt and baggy jeans on his body were covered with gravel and grass clippings, soaked through by the sea water, sticking to his thin body.

"Who are your parents?" Ian asked, "Why did you fight?"

The boy spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm at Ian's feet, "None of your business, Mr. Rabbit!"

Ian's face was hot.

He knew that in society, "sissy", "chicken", and "rabbit man" are insulting words specifically aimed at male Omegas.But Ian, who grew up in the Holy See, has always lived in an elegant and civilized environment, and the clergy have always been respected by the world.This was the first time in his life that he was insulted.

Besides, the other party is still a minor Alpha.Although she looks tall, her voice is still in the stage of changing voice, obviously she is still very young.It is really infuriating and embarrassing to be insulted like this by a child.

"You shouldn't talk like that!" Ian straightened his face. "Hasn't anyone taught you that you shouldn't use insulting words to anyone?"

The boy laughed out loud, showing blood-stained teeth.

"Don't worry about me, dick. What are you?" the boy said with a strong local accent, "Go back to your church and kneel and lick your Holy Lord, and ask him to bless you sticks and big boys The glory and wealth of the lords go!"

"you……"

The boy spat again at Ian's feet.This time Ian couldn't dodge in time, and the phlegm splashed on his leather shoes.

This rudeness and malice made Ian feel very uncomfortable.

In the imperial capital, people respected those who worshiped gods extremely.Wherever Ian went, he was treated with respect and tenderness.For the first time his ears heard curses directed at him.

In the distance, a woman dressed as a cook rushed out of the mansion and shouted at the boy in the local dialect.The boy gave Ian a fierce look, and ran over.The woman touched the boy's head, took him away in her arms.

The butler of the manor stood outside the French window of the study, taking a panoramic view of the previous scene.

Ian hurriedly rubbed his shoes on the grass, and hurried back to the study.

The Duchess of Oran is a female Omega, she looks no more than 40 years old, and there is a slightly exaggerated affection on her delicate face.She was pregnant with Liujia, which explained her late arrival—pregnant women are always somewhat inconvenient.

"My Lord!" This was the first time the Duchess exclaimed after seeing Ian, "What happened to you, Father?"

Only then did Ian realize that there was still a mark drawn out by the belt on his face.

"It was just a small accident, ma'am." Ian politely kissed the Duchess's hand, "A few children were fighting outside just now, and I tried to dissuade...Is this your little son?"

The Duchess' attention was successfully diverted, and she couldn't wait to introduce her two children to the young priest.

With the extension of human life span, ordinary people generally start to consider marriage and have children after they are 50 to 80 years old.The Duke of Oran was a prodigal son.After he abdicated, he hunted and played in the territory all day long, and was unrestrained until he was almost [-] years old. At the urging of the royal family, he married an Omega daughter of a local nobleman of Fryer Star.

So the eldest son of the Duke of Oran is very young, only eight years old, an Alpha.The second daughter is five years old and is a Beta.

Both children were well-bred.The eldest son of the Duke is obviously deeply concerned and doted on by his mother, and he is somewhat childishly arrogant and arrogant.But compared with those pampered noble children in the imperial capital, they are nothing at all.

"I heard, Father Mitchell," said the Duchess as she refilled her tea, "that you are here to teach theology to the children?"

"Yes, ma'am." Ian nodded gracefully, and took the tea handed over by the hostess, "His Majesty the Emperor cares about you and the children very much, and hopes that I will be the tutor to guide the children to learn the codes and theology, and protect them." Let the hearts of the people not be invaded by darkness, and convey to them the light of the Holy Lord."

"This is what I've always wanted!" The Duchess excitedly said, "God knows how much I want to hire more teachers, secretaries and servants from the imperial capital, so that we don't fall behind so much..."

Listening to the duchess chattering about her longing for the prosperity of the imperial capital, Ian finally understood why this supposedly quaint castle was decorated so nondescriptly.

And until the tea was refilled for the second time, the hero, the Duke of Oran, still had no sign of appearing.Ian got up to say goodbye.

He declined the Duchess's invitation to dinner repeatedly, and walked towards the gate led by the servant.

When he walked to the atrium, Ian saw the previous cook was hiding behind a window in the corner and looking out, wiping her tears with an apron.

"Martha!" The servant lowered his voice, "You are not supposed to come up to this floor. There are distinguished guests here, go away!"

The cook turned her head in panic, and when she saw Ian, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Are you the new priest?" The cook rushed over with red eyes, "My lord, my good lord, please help him. That poor child..."

Ian was confused.The male servant was furious and pulled her desperately.

"Who?" Ian stopped the servant's rough behavior, "What happened?"

The cook's rough fingers tightly tugged on Ian's shirt sleeves: "Poor Master Leon. He didn't hit you on purpose. Although he is a bit naughty, he is not a bad boy... Please, Father, please forgive him." Beg for mercy before the Duke. If this continues, he will be killed!"

Ian pushed the cook away and rushed to the side door.

There was the crisp sound of a leather whip hitting the meat outside the door, and the butler stood aside with his hands behind his back indifferently.

Ian pushed the door out, and was stunned by the sight in front of him: the boy who was spitting on him before was lying on a tree stump, and behind him stood a burly man, beating him with a whip!

There was a bang in Ian's head, and he rushed forward before he could think.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The man stopped when he heard that, and turned to stare at Ian.He is an Alpha.A very strong pheromone mixed with perfume, horse's body odor, and sea salt, rushed towards the young priest like a rising tide.

Ian stopped abruptly, the hair on the back of his neck stood upside down.Fortunately, the inhibitor played a role, so that he did not lose his composure too much.

"Any corporal punishment of servants is strictly prohibited by the Holy See and the law, sir." Ian tried his best to put on a solemn expression.

"My lord." The butler stepped forward and handed the man a clean white towel, "This is the new Father Mitchell."

"Ah..." The Duke of Oran responded indifferently, wiping the sweat from his cheeks and neck, while looking up and down at Ian, his eyes were almost peeling off the young priest's clothes.

Ian tensed up all over.

"I'm sorry, Father, for letting you see this scene. I was just disciplining my son. I heard that he did the injury on your face."

Ian looked at the boy who was slowly getting up in horror, wondering why the Duke of Oran had another son.

"That... that won't work either! Your lord, this is domestic violence!" Ian quickly adjusted his state, "Young Master Ling has... apologized to me before. This is just an accident. Please don't do it for this." Punish him again, please!"

The Duke of Oran snorted coldly: "Since the priest has said so, why don't you thank him quickly!"

The boy stood upright, with his head down, standing behind his father, and said respectfully, "Yes, Father. Thank you for your magnanimity, Father."

At this time, the boy was able to speak with the imperial accent again.

The Duke of Oran threw the towel to the housekeeper and strode towards Ian.

Now 91, the Duke is middle-aged, fairly tall, blond and good-looking.His riding boots were covered in mud, his shirt was baggy, and his open neckline exposed his muscular chest. He was really a masculine alpha male.

"Welcome, Father." The Duke of Oran grabbed Ian's hand, shook it roughly, and said briefly, "I hope you will like the Parthenon Manor."

Then he left everyone behind and walked away.

This straightforward and indifferent style is really very different from his warm-hearted wife.

As soon as the Duke of Oran left, the crowd dispersed.

Ian's tensed shoulders relaxed.He walked up to the boy and asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

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