As long as it was a force in the Eagle Plateau, there was no one who didn't know about Passus. Even if they hadn't dealt with Passus, they had more or less heard of this name.
To everyone in the Eagle Plateau, Passus was a force that couldn't be provoked casually and the Balxianon Mens Family was even more of a demon.
The corpses of the Glittergold Empire and the Country of Light were still laid out in front of everyone. One after the other, they fully displayed to everyone the outcome of those who sought trouble with the Balxianon Mens Family and those who were sought trouble by the Balxianon Mens Family.
Earl Violet wasn't a fool. Of course, he had heard about the Balxianon Mens Family and Passus.
In fact, many forces in the Eagle Plateau were well aware of it.
Although they didn't say it explicitly, Passus had long been independent of the Scal Federation and was a veritable independent kingdom.
And on the Klein Continent, those who had the guts to do so were either stupid or powerful.
Judging from the current situation, Passus was obviously the latter.
In this case, he immediately understood why Jenn reacted this way. Regardless of the size, he was the king of a country in terms of status.
Facing the supreme ruler of an independent territory, who was almost equivalent to the king of a small kingdom, Mason's behavior could be said to be extremely rude.
It could even be said that if Zayen had directly revealed his identity, it would be natural for Mason to be killed.
After all, he was a noble and a big noble. Such an identity should be respected and feared no matter where he was.
However, the Violet Earl would never have thought that this Lord was also a parish bishop!
Now, he could choose to fill in the historical blank of 'attacking a diocese bishop' in the Eagle Plateau.
Or he could choose 'provoke and attack the overlord of Passus and wait for the revenge of the Balxianon Mens Family …'.
How were they supposed to have fun in this situation?!
"I'm very sorry, Sir Overlord. I didn't know …"
At this moment, Earl Violet couldn't pretend to be arrogant anymore. He lowered his head respectfully and looked frightened.
Even if Passus wasn't an independent territory, Jenn was still the overlord.
On the other hand, he was just a City Lord, and there was a difference in their statuses.
Not to mention that Ba Xianon Mens was infamous. The Violet Earl was really afraid that Jenn would destroy Violet City out of displeasure. At that time, the Lord would definitely not look for trouble with Jenn, but would instead deal with him to vent his anger.
If that was the case, it would be a double loss. Naturally, the Violet Earl wouldn't do such a thing.
Therefore, he quickly understood what kind of choice he should make.
"I'll immediately go back and chop off that idiot's hand. Don't worry, even if he's my son, I won't allow him to do such a disrespectful thing!
Sir Lord, I'll go now … "
"Still not going to scram?"
"Yes, yes …!!"
Upon hearing Zayen's words, the Violet Earl did not fly into a rage this time. Instead, he nodded and bowed as if he had just been pardoned. Then, he left the room without looking back. He did not forget to slowly close the door behind him, afraid that the slightest sound would provoke the Demon God.
The entire study was in silence. Only after the hurried footsteps in the corridor disappeared did Jenn let out a cold snort and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest.
Meanwhile, Irene and Lindy continued to help their master organize the materials as if they were used to this strange sight.
Only Fafna stood behind Jenn blankly and didn't know how to react.
Although she couldn't see it, Fafna had already imagined it from their conversation just now.
But this made Fafna even more unacceptable. In the beginning, when the Violet Earl learned that Jenn was the diocese bishop, he was extremely rude and unreasonable.
He even dared to slap the table and glare at him. But after Jenn revealed his identity as a noble, the fierce noble was like a chick who saw an eagle and instantly turned into a different person.
Fafna couldn't understand how things turned out this way.
"Fafna, what are you thinking about?"
At this moment, Jenn's voice sounded.
Fafna was taken aback and shook her head hurriedly.
"Nothing, Sir Lord. I'm just …"
"You just don't understand why that stupid pig dared to yell at me after knowing that I'm the diocese bishop, but became so cowardly after learning of my noble identity?"
"…"
Facing Jenn's question, Fafna didn't speak and only nodded. In fact, this was the biggest question in her heart.
Looking at Fafna's action, Jenn let out a chuckle, pushed up his spectacles, and answered.
"In fact, in most places, the local nobles don't revere the Order of Holy Light."
"Why?"
"Because of money."
Jenn's answer to Fafna's second question was also straightforward.
"You have to know, Fafna, that the temple is made up of humans. Clerics are also humans. They need to eat and drink, and knights also need to maintain their equipment and feed their warhorses.
All of these require money. And where does the money come from?
Just from the donations of the lower-class believers?
Fafna, you're also aware that most believers in the temple are poor. Most of the time, they don't even have enough to eat and need the temple to provide for them. How are they going to donate?
Merchants are profit-seeking people. At most, they will put on an act, but they won't fork out enough money to fill the bottomless pit that is the temple.
One had to know that businessmen valued profits. Giving something in return was the most important thing.
Therefore, for most temples, nobles are the best targets for donations.
And most nobles don't lack money. They also desire to gain a good image by donating money to the temple.
Because of this, they donate a lot of wealth to the Temple. Of course, there are some who truly believe in God, but there are also a lot of people like the Violet Earl who don't care about the Temple. "
"But isn't it beneficial for everyone to believe in the gods?"
Fafna couldn't understand why some people were so resistant to believing in the gods. In her opinion, at least the gods would respond to the believers' sincere prayers and help them eliminate or avoid disasters.
Could it be that this wasn't a good thing?
"It's only for most people, but it's not good for everyone.
Moreover, many nobles don't have much reverence for the temple because they believe that the temple relies on their donations to survive, so they naturally have to be polite to them. Therefore, as long as they aren't crazy enough to associate with evil cultists, the temple will most likely give them some face and won't fuss over some small matters.
This was the reason why that fool dared to come to me and slam the table. Violet City was one of the cities that donated the most in the Eagle Highlands. If I was just a bishop, then the Violet Count wouldn't have to be afraid of me.
In fact, all he had to do was threaten me and say that I don't intend to donate next year's donations, and we're done for.
We aren't evil cultists, Fafna.
If we can't get enough donations, are we going to steal and rob like those cultists?
And that's what that fat sacrificial pig did. And you've seen what happened to him. "
In response, Zayen just shrugged and gave his answer.
"In fact, most of the time, the gods aren't able to pay attention to what happens below. Take Old Peter's case for example. If I didn't show up, there would only be one fate for him, and that is to spend a miserable time in prison.
But would God appear at this time and strike that fat pig to death with a bolt of lightning?
No, because the God of Harvest wouldn't even know about these things.
However, my noble identity was different. Compared to those illusory Gods, my achievements were right in front of me.
Everyone knows the consequences of provoking me, Jenn Barxianon Mens, provoking Parsus, and provoking the Barxianon Mens family.
But they don't know if they will be punished if they violate the temple's teachings.
Therefore, in the face of foreseeable risks and unforeseeable risks, they choose the former … After all, they know the consequences of doing so and aren't ignorant of the future. "
Jenn paused, gazed at Fafna, and said word by word.
"You have to know, Fafna. Even a king can't know everything that happens in his country if he sits in the palace every day.
And if he doesn't go out and take a look, not only will he not know what's happening in his country, but his impression of his country will also come entirely from the descriptions of the ministers.
Not to mention the gods. Besides, the gods don't exist in the same plane of existence as us. Perhaps they can watch us from afar, but they can't see everything that we do every day. Sometimes, they don't even know anything. "
"…"
Fafna didn't respond to Jenn's words. She knitted her brows, gritted her teeth, and pondered in silence.
In the past, when she was in Frozen City and the White Tower, she didn't need to care about these things.
Back then, what Fafna had to do every day was simple. She only had to pray.
But now, Fafna finally understood that even in Frozen City, the food she ate and the clothes she wore weren't gifts from the gods.
And the temple was far from being as pure and flawless as she had imagined.
What exactly is going on with this world?
In an instant, Fafna fell into deep thought.