This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 45: The Pot-Stirrer Arrives!

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: The Pot-Stirrer Arrives!

After the great battle, the streets were in a mess.

And the two culprits, along with two innocent bystanders, had already arrived at Lette’s manor to rest.

Lilith, who was familiar with the three, looked at them with a mischievous smile.

"Strange, wasn’t it the two of them who were fighting? How come they look fine, but the two Archbishops are all dusty and bruised?"

Cadwen stayed silent with a sullen face, while Delman ground his teeth in anger.

"Shameless! Outrageous!"

The two instigators just smiled silently, even their arrogant sitting posture was identical.

Lilith covered her mouth, giggling: "By the way, who won in the end at the duel?"

Cadwen snorted coldly: "Hmph, don’t know who won, but it seems like Archbishop Delman and I lost."

Delman slammed the table and stood up: "You lost, my foot! You ran off halfway! How dare you speak!"

Lilith shook her head helplessly: "It seems that there’s a difference even among the unfortunate ones."

Lette waved his hand: "Alright, stop adding to the chaos, go get us some hot tea."

Having enjoyed the fun, Lilith knew they were about to discuss serious matters, so she flapped her small wings and left.

After the Little Demon left, Lette looked at both Cadwen and Delman.

"Since the two esteemed Archbishops are here, I’ll get straight to the point. The Holy City is in a very precarious situation right now, so I..."

The Red Archbishop waved his hand to interrupt him: "Alright, we already know what you want to say, you want us to cooperate with you, right?

Let me tell you directly, no problem."

Lette widened his eyes in surprise: "Really? I thought you might have some little issues with that!"

"We did have..."

Cadwen gritted his teeth looking at the pair of teacher and student: "But after you two finished your fight, it’s all gone."

Master Constanta slapped his thigh: "Ah? Really! I didn’t expect our fight to have such an effect! That’s really an unexpected bonus!"

Archbishop Delman rolled his eyes in frustration: "Alright, Master, please, your old self showing off your muscles with your disciple, isn’t it just to make us cooperate honestly?

Honestly speaking, we were the ones who suggested to His Holiness the Pope to bring Lette back!

Can we not cooperate?"

Lette hurriedly stood up: "Then I’ll have to thank you two! With your cooperation, I feel more assured."

Unexpectedly, Cadwen and Delman exchanged a glance, their eyes full of worry.

Lette was a bit puzzled: "What’s wrong? You two..."

Cadwen looked at Master Constant: "Perhaps you should ask your teacher."

Lette looked at the Master, who smiled awkwardly: "Lette, there’s a troublesome person who might be coming back."

"A troublesome person? Who?"

"My cherished disciple!"

"Your cherished disciple... Taylor? Isn’t he always at home?"

"Hmph! Taylor is a foolish disciple! You... you brat are a rebellious disciple! My cherished disciple!"

Lette furrowed his brows with full confusion, then as if realizing something, his face instantly turned sour.

"It can’t be her, right?"

The Master nodded slightly: "Yes, my proud disciple, Saint Vanessa, is on her way to the Holy City."

"Impossible!"

Lette repeatedly shook his head: "That woman has been exiled by me! She swore in the name of the Holy Light Goddess not to set foot in the Holy City for five years.

Now if we count, there’s still one year left to the term.

I don’t believe, as an Apprentice Saintess and a Princess of the Rosena First Empire, she would blatantly break her oath."

The Red Archbishop sighed: "She indeed can.

You know, the Holy Tax is the main source of economic revenue for the Holy Light Church.

All the Holy Countries must pay a hefty fee to the Church Court and the Church every year, as a token of appreciation for the Holy Light Goddess’s Protection and the support from the Church Court."

Lette sneered: "Actually, you could just call it a protection fee. Speaking of which, the Holy Light Goddess is truly merciful, she could directly rob, but instead opts for a per capita tax."

Lette’s disrespect towards the Goddess was something these three were accustomed to.

After all, even the Goddess could not control him, so they were too lazy to bother.

The Red Archbishop organized his thoughts and continued to explain.

"The Holy Presence Ceremony every three years also serves another function, which is to gather representatives from all the Holy Countries to recalibrate the Holy Tax ratio for the next three years.

Timely adjustment of the tax collection intensity, making the Holy Tax more flexible and better suited to the situation of each Holy Country."

On this point, Lette didn’t mock. After all, the Holy Tax had indeed provided relief or even exemption for countries suffering from disasters.

"All the Holy Countries, in order to pay less Holy Tax for the next three years, usually employ all kinds of tactics. Of course, the most common is to cry poverty.

Privately, some people even refer to the Holy Tax conference as the three-yearly Begging Competition."

Hearing this, Lette understood: "You mean the envoy’s exemption power?"

"Yes, this year, the envoy from the Rosena First Empire is Saint Vanessa. Or we should call her Vanessa Pedopoulos."

Lette rubbed his temples; the so-called envoy exemption power was a special grace from the Goddess.

Because these envoys would argue with the Church Court to ensure their country paid less Holy Tax. During such verbal battles, it’s inevitable to have overstepped comments.

Afra was just to demonstrate fairness, giving these envoys a limited exemption power, allowing them to fight for rightful interests for their country and people without worries.

But Lette didn’t expect the other side would exploit this loophole.

Seeing his distressed face, the black robed Archbishop Cadwen laughed.

"In about three days, the first group of sixteen Holy Country envoys will arrive.

And your old nemesis, once the Thorny Flower of the Holy Light Church, now the Gun Knight Princess of the First Empire, will lead her Holy Rose Female Knight Order to make a comeback!

I’ll let you in on a little secret: this martial artist Princess holds such a deep grudge against the humiliation you gave her back then that she can’t sleep at night.

Your portrait hangs on the scarecrow targets they use for practice!

Every single one of them!

It’s said that Vanessa even employs three Court Painters to paint your portraits, and they still can’t meet the demand."

The Red Archbishop shot a glance at the black robed Archbishop’s shoulder: "What little secret, isn’t this something I told you yesterday when we were drinking?

I was planning to say it today to have some fun! How could you say it first!"

Lette squinted at the two Archbishops, regretting why he didn’t hit harder with his last move earlier.

"I never thought I’d just set the pot up and get ready to stew, only for the one to flip the pot and table to come straight away."

Lette sneered: "Hmph! It doesn’t matter if she comes; she’s just a defeated opponent!

Back then, I exiled her, showing mercy.

If she dares to bare her teeth at me again, I’ll have to deal with her so... so..."

Just when Lette was at a loss for words, Flander, dressed in a maid outfit, walked over with two cups of hot tea.

She gently served the tea to the two Archbishops, then bowed towards Lette.

"Here’s your tea, my lord."

"Ah... um..."

Watching Flander leave, the two Archbishops were stunned.

"Isn’t this the famous troublemaker from the New Church, Flander?"

"Wow! Lette, you brat! Haven’t seen you in three years, you’ve improved not just in power!"

Lette waved his hand repeatedly: "No, no, no, you’ve misunderstood!"

The Master, who hadn’t spoken, grabbed Lette’s wrist: "Brat! I warn you! You can’t turn Vanessa into this!

That’s my cherished disciple!"

The Red Archbishop nodded repeatedly: "Indeed, punishment must have limits. After all, she’s the Princess of the First Empire!

You can’t ignore the political impact just for your own hobbies!"

"I haven’t! Maids aren’t my hobby!"

Before Lette could finish his sentence, Emily, in a maid outfit, arrived with the remaining two cups of hot tea, placing them before Lette and the Master.

"The hot tea is served, please enjoy."

Lette suddenly felt six pairs of eyes boring into him. He twitched his mouth looking at Emily.

"Why are you dressed like that!"

Emily looked wronged, holding her gown corners pitifully: "All my clothes were torn by you! I could only wear this!"

The six pairs of eyes became even more intense!

Lette realized he couldn’t explain it clearly, and felt compelled to howl at the sky.

"Lilith! You set me up!"

Unexpectedly, Lilith came out with a drooping face, tears welled up as if she might cry any second.

"You still have the face to cry? You! You... why are you crying?"

"Ugh... I originally wanted to wear a maid outfit too, to give you a surprise. But I searched everywhere and couldn’t find one in my size..."

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