The ground passed by the silver candlelight and was served on the silver dinner plate handed by the next priest.

On the most distinguished viewing platform, Thales stared at the actions of the officiant, but his words did not deviate from the theme:

"Even when I asked last night whether to let Moss go, you hurriedly changed the subject with Miranda, pretending to be fascinated by her beauty after cross-dressing."

Zhan En snorted:

"Really, I don't even remember."

When the Holy Communion ceremony began, the two diocesan deputy priests came forward, neither humble nor overbearing, and presented the first two pieces of Holy Communion roasted with the setting sun fire on a silver platter to the two dukes.

"It doesn't matter, I'll remember it for you, and it's not just that."

Thales picked up the silver plate, picked up the small piece of Holy Communion, and bit into his mouth. The taste was really not as good as Kongming Palace.

Zhan offered the Holy Communion solemnly but freely, showing etiquette that was many times more orthodox than the Duke of Xinghu. Thales even suspected that he swallowed it without even chewing, and was desperate to save face and suffer the consequences.

"At the royal banquet, before Anke Bailar showed the dagger of unknown origin and complained about their land issue, a certain young and promising duke came up to me eagerly and talked about the title.

Chen’s land issue.”

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"What you say reflects what you think, you should remember this, right?"

Zhan En's brows tightened imperceptibly.

"Tell me, Lord Zhan, why did you mention Dagory Moss at the battle banquet last night?"

Thales spoke softly, but his words were sharp:

"Unless you already knew that Moss was dead at that time, you were just testing me between the lines."

Zhan stood up gently and handed the silver plate back to the priest with a smile:

"Tiles..."

But the prince ignored him and the silver plate in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, which shocked many people.

The Duke of Nan'an had to smile apologetically, took the trouble to pick up the prince's dinner plate, handed it to the priest gently, and then returned to his seat.

"So, little Huahua, you have something secret in your mind, but you still pretended not to know anything about it and finished the competition banquet quietly, pretending to be cool, and hiding the news of Moss's death from me throughout the entire process."

Thales endured the displeasure in his words:

"You even told the people in the prison to cover up the traces, including changing the time of the crime to zero o'clock, just to avoid arousing my suspicion and tricking me into believing that Dagori did indeed die of an ordinary suicide or vendetta?"

Zhan took a deep breath and responded with a smile to every believer who walked past him and returned a silver plate to the priest.

"Why?"

Thales gritted his teeth tightly:

"Dagory Moss, what reason did he have to die?"

When the last believer returned to his seat, the officiant's serious expression relaxed and he announced with a smile that the Holy Communion ceremony was over.

Only then did all the distinguished believers relax, the quiet and solemn atmosphere was broken, and conversations and greetings began one after another.

"ridiculous."

For the first time, Zhan responded coldly to Thales:

"Moss is a traitor. He works for me, but uses my resources to steal the money that belongs to me. Even as a businessman, he is a scumbag. He has deceived and kidnapped countless people since he entered the wine industry. He is not worthy of death.

Cherish."

When no one was paying attention, the Duke gave him a sharp look:

"And the last time you got involved with him, you just made yourself dirty in vain, so why are you so concerned about it?"

"This is not the question I just asked." Thales did not fall for his words at all. "What I asked is: Why did you kill him last night?"

Zhan En's expression changed.

He stood up suddenly, startling several guests who were about to greet the Duke.

"This is not the place to talk," Duke Iris glanced at Thales, "Follow me."

After saying that, Zhan En turned and left, his face gloomy all the way, and he just nodded to the greetings from others without answering.

Thales snorted coldly and stood up to follow him without any fear.

At this time, everyone saw that there was another problem between the two dukes.

Faced with two different but equally bad auras, no one dared to come forward to talk. Even the devil twins shrank back while whispering to each other. They both raised their hands to fan and turned out their backs: "Kasakina,

Count Cohen on your head; if you can eliminate disasters, you will be able to live a safe life."

The believers in the temple began to whisper carefully again. In the noise, a few vague words could be vaguely heard, such as "enemy between sisters", "brother's mistake", "bullying men and dominating women", "

"Northern barbarians" and the like...

Thales followed Zhann to the second floor of the temple. The latter opened a door, and inside there was a confessional room that looked quite private and noble.

Without hesitation, he opened the door to one of the compartments.

Thales frowned and fanned away the pungent smell. A Sunset Priest with sparse hair, a ruddy face, and a rich look from top to bottom, with a big belly, sat comfortably in the cubicle, and kept feeling.

Holding the metal hose in his hand, he puffed away the smoke.

"Chadvi?"

The wealthy priest, who was probably in his fifties and was smoking, opened his eyes in shock when he heard this, jumped up from the confessional, and slammed into the door.

"Ah, Your Majesty the Duke! Your Highness the Prince!"

Priest Chadwei was crying in pain, but he didn't care much. He looked panicked and hurriedly stuffed the hookah into his robe:

"I am...preparing for a confession later. I need to enter a state of absolute rationality and calmness..."

But Zhan was merciless and pulled him out of the confession booth:

"Go out, guard the door, and don't let anyone get close."

Chad Wei staggered while holding the hookah, a little confused:

"But I have to confess to the nobles later..."

"From now on, you have to confess to the Duke of Nan'an and the second prince. Isn't that enough?" Zhan En said coldly, "For the other people, let them go to other confession rooms."

Chadwei was stunned for a while. He looked at Zhan, then at Thales, and finally at the small confession cubicle. Suddenly, he felt blessed and enlightened.

He was no longer nervous, but shook his belly, showed the hookah openly, and smiled evilly:

"But, Your Majesty the Duke, the Sunset Goddess will not forgive us for cheating, unless..."

Thales narrowed his eyes.

"Go out now, Chadwei," but Zhan's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was colder: "The Sunset Goddess will forgive you for your good deeds to Mrs. Pintor, and will not let her son know about it, let alone let him do it for the sake of his late father.

Reputation comes to you for a life-or-death duel."

Priest Chadwei was instantly petrified.

"Huh?" Zhan raised his eyebrows.

The next second, Priest Chadwei reacted and rushed out of the room, slamming the door.

Thales was a little surprised:

"That guy, is Chadvi a priest or a priest? Hey, have I seen him somewhere..."

But Zhan En just snorted coldly and sat in the booth on one side.

There was going on, so Thales snorted angrily, opened the door of another confession cubicle, fanned out the cigarette smoke, and sat in the darkness in the cubicle.

"You can talk now"

But before Thales finished speaking, the figure in the other cubicle shook.

Just listen to Zhan push open the cubicle door with a bang, then come to Thales' cubicle, open the door and squeeze in.

"Step aside," the Duke said coldly.

"Hello!"

Thales was pushed aside by Zhan and gritted his teeth:

"There are no vacancies over there..."

"It smells like cigarette smoke." Zhan En's eyes were displeased and he spoke concisely.

Thales was startled.

"Smokers shouldn't be afraid of the smell of smoke anymore, right?"

"People who have been poor shouldn't be afraid of poverty anymore, right?"

Taylor was speechless for a moment.

As a result, the Duke of Xinghu and the Duke of Nan'an huddled angrily in the small warning compartment, glaring in the dark and listening to each other's breath.

"I didn't kill him."
To be continued...