I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 143 The Justice God Cannot Give, I Will Give.
At the command of the first trial panel member, four agile figures darted out from behind.

Judging from their silver-sword-like eyes, their lewd smiles, and their headlong rush towards Mrs. Mattia, it was clear that they were the cream of the crop among minotaurs.

The once orderly tavern was instantly turned into a mess. Tables and chairs blocking the way were overturned to one side, and broadswords smashed holes in the floor.

"May the Holy Light have mercy on me. May you tell me your surname, sir?"

Mrs. Mattia panicked, but she pretended to be calm and went to explain with a smile.

She kept her head down and spoke very softly, as if she dared not speak loudly lest she offend the other party.

The young man at the head of the group was arrogant and ignored the classical beauty's fawning smile, only glancing at his underlings behind him.

"This is Deacon Mambo, who has noble blood flowing through his veins and is one of the most important figures in the court."

"It is your honor to have him come in person."

The team members stared intently at the classical beauty, their voices carrying a hint of arrogance and boastfulness.

In the courtroom, it's not uncommon for sons to inherit their fathers' jobs; it has long been an unspoken rule for some important positions.

The complex web of vested interests prevents outsiders from entering the inner circle, and over time, some positions that have been "inherited" for over a century have become family businesses.

The deacon in the courtroom...

Upon hearing this, Mattia's face paled slightly, but he still managed a forced smile and said:

"Sir, you must have made a mistake. This is the tavern in Dawn Alley, no..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Deacon Mambo, who was wearing light armor.

"You say it's a tavern, so this is a tavern?" The arrogant young man with a scar on his forehead glanced at the classical beauty. "Anyone who refuses to cooperate will be considered an accomplice to heresy!"

"But, but... I really have nothing to do with cultists here."

Mattia tried her best to explain that her son had been arrested by the court and was nowhere to be found, and her husband had gone to bail her out with their savings but had not yet returned.

Now, with a courtroom bailiff harboring ill intentions, this gentle and kind lady is truly at a loss.

As expected, Mrs. Mattia's explanation went unanswered.

Deacon Mambo didn't move, but the squad member behind him suddenly bumped into the classical beauty with his arm.
Seeing Mattia's startled look, he seemed to receive some feedback, and a smile spread across his face.

He immediately went to the bar and roughly pulled open the drawer where the money was kept.

With a quick glance, his expression immediately turned extremely gloomy.

The team members shook their heads, indicating that they didn't find what they wanted there.

Seeing this, Deacon Mambo finally lowered his head and took a proper look at the classical beauty.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he licked his lips, saying:
"You should know what crimes your family has committed: colluding with heretics is punishable by hanging!"

Upon hearing this, Mattia trembled in fright and instinctively defended himself:

"No, no, you must have made a mistake. We are just ordinary people, how could we possibly collude with heretics?"

"My lord, kind deacon, please, my child is a student at Glenhill Magic Academy, and the teachers and professors there are willing to testify."

Her weak and hesitant explanations were of no use; even her invoking the image of a magic mentor in the eyes of ordinary people only elicited a soft snort from Deacon Mambo.

The Tribunal, which can be considered the Vatican's violent external agency, would not be afraid of a few old scholars who can only make a living by teaching in schools.
"It's no use explaining to me. How your family is dealt with depends on the decision from above."

"Perhaps your son will be burned to death, and your husband will most likely be beheaded, while you will be lucky enough to be hanged and have a complete corpse."

At this point, seeing the classical beauty before him seemingly facing judgment, displaying a flustered yet feigned composure, Deacon Mambo found it extremely amusing. However, not forgetting his main purpose, he changed the subject:

"However, God is merciful, and we are willing to give everyone a chance to repent."

"You need to sincerely repent and use something insignificant to let the Vatican and us know your sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Mattia understood the other person's implication, and her blank eyes regained hope. She quickly asked:

"Your Excellency, how much 'sincerity' does our family need to clear our names of our sins?"

She did not attempt to argue whether the charges were true or not, because such things depend entirely on the word of the court.

Spending money to ensure the safety of your whole family is the best deal imaginable.

“One thousand each, three thousand golden lions in total.”

"That's what Deacon Mambo said casually."

Three, three thousand!?
Upon hearing about this huge sum of money, the hope in Mattia's eyes quietly shattered, turning into tears of bewilderment and sorrow.

The purchasing power of the Golden Lion is beyond question; 100 Bronze Deer equal 1 Silver Eagle, and 10 Silver Eagles equal 1 Golden Lion.

The most expensive set meal at the tavern only costs 30 copper deer.
"We don't have that much money," she said, as if to herself, yet also as if explaining.

"No money? No money? Then take out a loan, borrow money. In short, you must pay the absolution fee by tonight at the latest, or don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

Deacon Mambo sneered, noticing the classical beauty's slightly heavier breathing as her eyes reddened, before turning to a mocking smile:
"However, not having money is not a big deal, and God will not use wealth to alleviate people's sins."

"If you deeply realize the crimes your family has committed, I can personally vouch for your innocence, how about it?"

Seeing Mrs. Mattia's questioning look, Deacon Mambo said softly:
“Those who commit crimes are the lowest of the low, and in ancient times they would have been slaves.”

"This is the punishment they deserve, and the judgment brought down by a merciful god."

"Here's a suggestion: you take off your clothes, lie on the ground, and act like a lowly bitch, then we'll take you for a walk. That'll be your punishment, how about that?"

"I love female dogs the most."

It's a pity that such a beautiful woman cannot be fully possessed.

Why are the Vatican's doctrines so complicated?

Slightly annoyed, Deacon Mambo, seeing that Mattia remained unresponsive, spoke again:
"Think of your husband, think of your children."

"Will everything be fine if I do that?"

"Yes, as long as you listen to me, everything will be fine!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Deacon Mambo reached out and was about to pinch the face of the classical beauty.

Just then, a giant sword flashing with golden light slashed through, severing the butler's forearm as easily as cutting tofu.

"what!!!"

As blood gushed out, Deacon Mambo let out a scream, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Templar Knight, more than two meters tall and dressed in heavy armor, appear beside him.

His body was condensed from holy light, revealing the aura of a third-tier knight.

This is a third-tier Heroic Spirit!

(End of this chapter)