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  The first volume of the idiotic priest 014. All are trash

  The two walked to the entrance of the imperial palace, and several gatekeeping soldiers, although they knew Du Fan was a young nobleman from a certain family, did not dare to be negligent due to their duties, but instead saluted with a gesture.

  Old Mark stepped forward and pulled out a gilt-edged invitation from his sleeve, then waved it in front of the soldiers.

  The soldiers naturally recognized at a glance that this was an invitation card for the royal banquet tonight, and after making a courtesy, they retreated to one side.

  Du Fan nodded slightly with a smile at them, then waved his hand and walked in with Old Mark.

  Although this was not Dufan's first time in the palace, he wasn't too familiar with it either. After entering, he felt a bit disoriented. On the other hand, Old Mark seemed extremely familiar with the place. He walked ahead of Dufan, leading him through the complex corridors and gardens of the palace, making several turns before finally stopping at the entrance to a small courtyard.

  It's said to be a small courtyard, but in comparison to the imperial palace, this place is basically a compact castle. In the flowerbeds surrounding the castle, all sorts of colorful flowers are planted everywhere, and on the small paths among the flowers, several maids dressed in revealing attire are slightly bowing their heads.

  Du Fan's eyes flashed with a few threads of confusion, he didn't rush to walk into the castle, but instead slowed down his pace and said in a low voice: "Grandfather Mark, if I'm not mistaken, you haven't told me about the situation of today's royal banquet yet?"

  Old Mark nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Third Young Master. Today's royal banquet is somewhat different from the previous ones. Although the princes and princesses have held similar banquets before, they are absolutely incomparable to this one. After all, this private banquet is nominally hosted by His Majesty the Emperor."

  "His Majesty the Emperor?" Du Fan nodded, "That is to say, giving away the Miraculous Medicine was also His Majesty's intention?"

  "I'm afraid it's like this..." Old Mark said, "However, Third Young Master, in my personal opinion, with the identity and status of our Green family, it shouldn't be too much of a problem to get this Mirac medicine. However, the value of this Mirac medicine is something that everyone knows, and all the major families in the Imperial City are preparing extremely thoroughly. And we... not only is His Excellency the Duke not present, but even the Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master are not here either... so..."

  In the end, Old Mark's voice trailed off, although he had some confidence in his Third Young Master, but when he thought of this time's opponent, he also felt a bit apprehensive. After all, this time's medicine snatch was not an ordinary martial arts competition, it might be some kind of secret signal from the imperial court, and the political implications were extremely strong, with Third Young Master's age, it was unknown whether he could see through this point or not.

  Du Fan smiled faintly and said, "Grandpa Mark, don't worry too much. If others are prepared, do you think I won't be? Who knows who will die in the end? Alright, we might be late, let's hurry up and go inside."

  Old Mark nodded and his body automatically retreated a few steps back.

  Du Fan slightly shook his head, smiled faintly and walked towards the castle gate. As he passed by several maids, he glanced at them with the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Damn it, why are the collars of these maid uniforms so low? Ah, moral decay! Moral decay!"

  In the midst of exclamations, Du Fan walked to the front gate of the castle.

  From this place, you can see that the so-called castle is actually just a huge banquet hall.

  At first glance, the first thing that catches your eye is a crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the hall, and the walls on all sides are also inlaid with various jewels, precious artworks and rare treasures are placed everywhere in the hall.

  On one side of the hall, there was a circle of dining tables with exquisite food laid out on them, while on the other side, an elegant royal orchestra played lively tunes.

  Dozens of young masters and ladies dressed in noble attire chatted in the hall, while bowing servants shuttled back and forth.

  Du Fan glanced around, finding no familiar faces among the people, and then made a gesture to stop the shouting of the welcoming servants. He and Old Mark quickly squeezed into a corner near a table and sat down.

  Although he knew the temperament of this third young master, Old Mark still said in a low voice: "Third Young Master, why don't you go up and greet those noble young masters and misses? After all, these people will inherit their families' titles in the future. For example, those few are our Green family's long-time friends. Since we've come, not going to greet them might not be very good, right?"

  "This... forget it?" Du Fan smiled, "I'm just a clergyman, and I have nothing to do with politics. If I go up to greet them, they'll probably be unhappy about it. Why should I go out of my way to make people dislike me?"

  Old Mark sighed and didn't know what to say for a moment. Should he directly tell the young master that the internal power struggle of this religion was not weaker than that of the officialdom?

  But looking at Du Fan's face full of holy aura, somehow, Old Mark swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth once again.

  Actually, Old Mark had no idea that Du Fan wasn't unwilling to go and greet those guys, but rather he looked down on them from the very beginning.

  To know that the nobles present are all like him, unable to cultivate magic and martial arts, they are actually waste. Although this kind of person is one of the most arrogant in the Imperial Capital, in fact, except for a few who are single sons, there are really not many who have the opportunity to touch their own family's power center.

  To put it bluntly, these people are just a bunch of losers waiting for death.

  Du Fan had been careful for so many years and finally had a good reputation among the people, he didn't want to lose his reputation because of getting involved with these nobles.

  It's been a long time since Du Fan's good reputation has been his greatest reliance. Although he doesn't know magic or martial arts, with his reputation, whoever wants to deal with him must carefully consider it.

  After all, if one lays hands on a sacred and noble white-robed priest, it means that the person who laid hands is himself a heretic. This reputation is not something that just anyone can bear.

  After all these years, Du Fan naturally understood the role of a good reputation. Just thinking about how the seemingly sacred red-robed archbishop would be polite to him made it clear that his reputation and position within the Holy See were extremely important.

  After all, in any era and religious organization, a figure like Jesus Christ is needed as a signboard. Fame can be created by hype. With Du Fan's current reputation, if he doesn't make mistakes, it won't take long for him to become the signboard.

  However, Du Fan didn't want to get along with those noble scums, it doesn't mean that others wouldn't want to get along with him. After all, this place is big, but hiding a person isn't an easy thing to do.

  Although Du Fan had deliberately lowered his posture when he came in, it wasn't long before someone discovered him.

  First, a noble lady who often went to the temple to pray on ordinary days inadvertently glanced in Du Fan's direction. Then she couldn't care about herself chatting with a handsome-looking young nobleman, covering her mouth and pointing in Du Fan's direction, speechless.

  As she moved, others also glanced in Du Fan's direction, and then the hall fell silent.

  It's worth noting that these nobles, even if they are the most depraved and useless, are at least believers in the Radiant God. So, although Dufan didn't know them personally, they were extremely familiar with this renowned white-robed priest.

  After all, several years ago when they heard that the trash in the Green family had gone to become a Taoist priest, more than half of the people present burst into laughter.

  But up until today, Du Fan's identity was still there, and no one dared to say anything else. When looking at him, however, their eyes had a few more hints of other flavors.

  Du Fan furrowed his brow, and for this kind of scene where he was revered by the masses, he had long been accustomed to it and didn't feel anything. However, he still keenly read a lot from this sudden silence.

  For example, those several passionate girls, who clearly did not hide their admiration for Du Fan, but after Du Fan took a glance, he almost threw up the overnight rice. He had long been accustomed to the nuns' slender figures, and when he saw a few sows casting flirtatious glances at him, his heart suddenly surged with disgust.

  Apart from this, the eyes of other noble ladies had a few points of reserve, but such shy expressions were more likely to attract men's attention. From this, it can be seen that these little foxes' charm was not shallow.

  As for the gaze of those aristocratic young masters, Du Fan didn't pay much attention to it. For this kind of scum, I guess it's either jealousy or admiration, and that can be guessed with a big thumb. If you still want to verify it, it would be too embarrassing.

  But anyway, facing so many "friendly" gazes, Du Fan couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore. At this moment, he could only stand up and smile faintly: "I didn't expect that all of you recognized me, but I'm here to attend the banquet today, so everyone doesn't need to be too nervous in front of me. After all, this is not the Imperial Capital's Holy Temple, and my identity at this moment is not a White Robe Priest, just an ordinary noble."

  Those aristocratic young masters and ladies exchanged a few glances, somewhat puzzled by Du Fan's meaning. However, these pig-brained aristocrats have always liked to pretend to be clever, except for one or two who looked disdainful, most of them showed expressions of "so that's how it is".

  Du Fan forced a smile and was about to explain that he meant to be treated as an ordinary noble, not specially, when footsteps came from the direction of the gate.

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