They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

After returning to the palace, Beatrice stood her ground and ordered her personal knights.

"What's your majesty's order?"

"Trace all recent transaction records in the imperial capital's black market and trace who the seller of this wine glass is." Beatrice handed the wine glass to Nia.

"Also, find all the items for sale on the black market, list all the sellers of cat's eye gems, and find out their true identities."

"Yes, sir." Nia didn't know what her queen was up to, but she didn't ask any more questions. As a royal knight and the queen's personal bodyguard, she didn't need to know so much. She just followed the queen's orders unconditionally.

"But your majesty, you know that investigating the black market is dozens of times more difficult than investigating the white market, and what you can find may be very limited."

"Don't worry about it. Mobilize all the secret sentries to search." Beatrice said lightly, but there was an inexplicable obsession in her eyes.

"............I understand." A strange look flashed across Nia's face, but she still obeyed the order.

Using all these sentries and spies would first expose the Queen's control, but the other party was still determined to get rid of them completely.

What matter is so important that could make Her Majesty, who is usually calm and composed, use such great power?

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At noon when the sun was warm, a fully armed man in armor was leaning against the church door. From a distance, he seemed to be just leaning against the wall and observing his surroundings, but if you looked closely, you could see bubbles of sleepiness coming out through the seams of his helmet, expanding and contracting.

The sky is clear today as well, and as a church guard, Fate is working diligently and conscientiously as always.

Sister Miss Rowling in the church is no longer surprised by this.

Let him slack off at work, as long as nothing goes wrong and he can be relied upon at the critical moment.

I don’t know if it’s thanks to Mr. Fite, but ever since the thief was caught and put in jail a few days ago, everything has been calm and nothing has happened.

Among the believers who entered the church from the main entrance, a small number of people would unconsciously glance at the armored man guarding the door, and then quickly look away.

Fate's role seems to be more like a goalkeeper.

"Pop!" After a moment, Fate's sleepy bubble burst. He raised his helmet, looked around, and confirmed that the believers had left the church. Then he stretched and walked lazily into the church.

After I stopped being a knight, I always felt that I was becoming more and more lax.

He abandoned his daily physical training and swordsmanship training. After leaving office, he was no longer obsessed with how strong he was. As long as he was strong enough, it was enough. In addition, since the conditions did not allow it, all the drills were abandoned.

Although I am not used to this leisurely life, it’s okay. It’s really fun to slack off at work.

What the little nobleman said was right, this is indeed a sinecure.

It was time to eat, and Fate's sleepiness finally burst. It was time to eat.

After having a full meal, I can have a good sleep on the bench. This retirement life is really comfortable.

After he stopped being a knight, he didn't need training, didn't need to drill soldiers, didn't need to go on missions, didn't need to lead troops into battle, and it wasn't his turn to manage order. He just needed to help look after the place.

Does it feel so good to let go of all responsibilities?

After dinner, Fate yawned leisurely, but before he could lie down, he was interrupted by a burst of hurried footsteps.

"Sorry, little boy, the church doesn't open until 2 p.m., and now is the clergy's rest time. If you have anything to say, please wait until after the opening hours." Fate glanced at the little boy who hurried into the church, then lay back on the bench and took a nap.

He is retired and it is not yet time to go to work, so he doesn't want to work overtime.

The little boy glanced at Fate who was soundly sleeping, and without giving any hope to this man, he ran straight to Sister Rowling who was wiping the statue.

"Miss Sister! I want to see the Knight Commander of Dawn. Can you ask the Grand Knight to come out and talk to me?"

"This........." Rowling saw the child's anxious look and glanced at his expression, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Child, are you in trouble?" Rowling did not explain to the boy that this was just a church and it was impossible to revive a dead person. Instead, she squatted down and asked gently.

"Sister, please help me, help me, save my family! My mother is seriously ill, and my father is in exile. I want him to come back... Could you please ask the Knight Commander of Dawn to help me?"

"This........." The child spoke all this like pouring beans, and Rowling couldn't figure out for a moment what had happened in his family to lead to this.

"Little friend, I really want to help you, but shouldn't you go to the knights of the local Inquisition for these matters?"

"But..." The boy hesitated, but couldn't help but say it. "When my mother was seriously ill, it was the knights of the Inquisition who promised to exile my father."

"............" Fate, who was dozing on the bench, moved and changed his posture.

"Inquisition, what promises were made?" Rowling asked.

"At the beginning, my mother was seriously ill and urgently needed medication, so the court came to our house and said that if my father could join the army, they would treat my mother." The boy sobbed.

"But three years have passed, and there is no news from my father. My mother's illness has not been cured yet. My mother is almost turning into a monster... She says she is in pain every day and says it would be better to let her die..."

"You said that there is no news of your father till now?"

"Eh? Mr. Fate?" Rowling was stunned for a moment, looking at the armored man who was still sleeping just now and appeared in front of them without them knowing when.

"Yes! They said that if my father served as a soldier for two years, he would be able to see my recovered mother when he came back. But two years have passed, and my mother's illness is still not cured. I went to the Inquisition to find those knights, but they always gave me the excuse that my father was busy and would be back after a while... It has been a year, and I still haven't seen my father." The boy's eyes were filled with despair.

"Mr. Guard, Miss Sister, my home is about to collapse, I can't see any hope... Please, can you let the Knight of Dawn come out? I want to see him!"

Rowling couldn't bear it, but she couldn't help the boy.

"What do you want him to do?" At this time, Fate spoke, his voice as dull as ever.

"Because, because... only the Grand Knight can save me." The boy couldn't help crying. "My father has been telling me how great and selfless the Grand Knight is since I was a child. Now, apart from him, I really can't think of anyone who can save my family."

"Great? Not necessarily." Fate replied indifferently.

"Mr. Fate............"

"Instead of pinning your hopes on an illusory god, it is better to focus on what is in front of you," Fate continued.

"Then, who should I rely on?............." The boy was at a loss.

"Before you rely on others, you should believe in yourself, because if you yourself think you are hopeless, no one else can save you." Fate patted the boy on the shoulder.

"So, instead of asking the Dawn Knight for help, it would be more practical for you to ask me for help." Fate moved his shoulders and walked towards the door.

"Come on, take me to your house and let me see the contract you signed with the Inquisition."

Chapter 30: 29~Graceful

"Um, Mr. Guard, you said you want to help me?"

"Of course this isn't from Bai Gang." Fate turned around.

"Reward? But... I have no money." The boy was in trouble. He did not lie. Even his clothes were tattered.

"how much do you have."

"Only these." The boy took out the money from his purse timidly and spread out the two copper coins in his palm.

"What?" Fate walked over and took one of them. "Isn't this a lot?"

"Let's go. You've already paid. I'm obligated to help you with the next thing."

"I'm going to be out for a while, okay? Miss Sister?"

"No problem." The nun hesitated for a moment and nodded. She also wanted to help the little boy, but unfortunately she was unable to do so.

Besides, one copper coin could not even buy half a loaf of black bread.

I always say 'I'm retired', but I still can't get rid of my occupational disease.

Watching Fate taking the little boy away, the nun had a better understanding of Fate's character, but she was still a little worried. Does Fate really have the ability to help the little boy solve the problem?

He is just a retired knight now.

The little boy's home is on the outskirts of Batti City, in a small living area consisting of several wooden houses. It is hard to imagine that in this big town there exists such a slum-like place that is even more backward than the countryside.

"The people who live here are all bankrupt and have sold their houses at a low price." The boy led the way and explained to Fate.

Fate nodded.

The two stopped in front of a wooden house that was neither big nor small. The little boy pushed open the door and a strange, foul smell came from the house, like something that had been damp for a long time, or like food that had been rotten for several days but was not willing to be thrown away.

Fate walked in under the guidance of the boy.

The interior of the wooden house is very small, with only two rooms, and the toilet and washing area are outside.

"Is Lid...back?" A weak female voice came from inside the house.

"Mom." Lid hurried to the old wooden bed. "How do you feel?"

"Those people just gave me some medicine... Lid, are there any guests coming?" The woman lying on the bed noticed that there was someone at the door.

"Um........"

"Hello, ma'am." Fate walked into the room. The woman on the bed had disheveled hair. It seemed that due to her illness, her facial features were deformed. Half of the skin on her face became wrinkled and filled with black roughness. One of her eyes had no pupil, leaving only a clear yellow pupil. She looked extremely hideous, as if the two sides of the face belonged to different people.

"I'm sorry, I look scary, right? A few years ago, I got a strange disease." The woman said apologetically.

Fate frowned slightly.

It wasn’t because of the woman’s appearance, but because even he couldn’t tell what kind of disease the woman had.

Although he is not a doctor, his experience of fighting in many battles has made him knowledgeable and he has seen all kinds of diseases.

But this strange disease in a woman was the first time he had seen it.

There are many diseases that can cause facial deformation, and Fate has never seen a disease that can cause the face to become distorted and become like a monster.

Could it be a new type? Why has the local court failed to cure it after so many years of treatment, and instead it has only gotten worse?

"Ma'am, my name is Fate, and I was hired by your son."

"...hired?"

"Well, let me help you solve your current problem. How long have you had this strange disease?"

".......about three years." For some reason, the man in front of her, although taciturn, made her feel quite safe, the woman recalled. "It's been three years since my husband joined the army."

"Then, has the Inquisition followed the contract and treated you during these three years?"

"Yes, they came here this morning."

"During those three years, did you feel that your illness had improved?"

"...At least, you survived, right?" After a moment's silence, the woman said bitterly.

Even if I am alive, my life will be worse than death and I will still be a burden to my son.

"I understand." Fate nodded and looked at Reed. He never did anything unnecessary.

"Lid, can you show me the contract that the Judgment Seat signed with your family?"

"Yeah." Reed stood up, hesitated for a moment and nodded.

He came to the corner of the room and dug out a wooden box from the buried soil.

He took out a magic paper contract from the wooden box and handed it to Fate.

Fate took a look at it and found the seal of the Inquisition under the contract. It was indeed a contract officially drafted by the Inquisition.

After a quick glance at the contents, Fate found that the content of the contract was quite vague.

For example, they only wrote that they would help Reed's mother with her medical treatment, but they did not guarantee that they could cure her illness, nor did they give a specific deadline.

This kind of contract, which is full of fancy words but has no guarantees at all, is completely used to deceive innocent people.

When he founded the Tribunal, he had clearly stipulated that contracts must be concise and clear, with written promises, but in the end there was no way to prevent people from playing word games.

Apart from medical treatment, there was no guarantee for anything else. There was no guarantee that the disease could be cured, and there was no guarantee when her husband, who was in the army, would be able to return. There was even a pie in the sky, saying that if her husband performed well in the army, he might even be eligible to enter the Knight Academy.

This kind of empty promises may be fine to fool civilians, but Fate could tell it was fake at first glance and it was pure deception.

Fate held the contract in his hand without saying a word. No one knew what his expression was like under his armor.

"By the way, Mr. Guard, this disease is actually not uncommon. Most of the families living in the suburbs have this disease," Reed added.

"............" Fate handed the contract back to Reed and shook his head.

What is going to happen will happen.

It's been less than a month and he's back to his old ways.

Even though he has relieved himself of his important duties and is no longer a knight, he cannot turn a blind eye to such things.

After he left, what happened in the court that made the local court so high-sounding? ?

Chapter 31: 30~Meeting an acquaintance so soon?