Daniel did indeed survive, and his skin condition also recovered quickly under the pharmacist's intervention, but when he saw Cynthia for the first time in bed, he suddenly picked up a glass bottle containing a bunch of chrysanthemums next to him and smashed it on her face.

  Cynthia faced the sudden bottle without blinking, Joe's hand had already blocked it in front of her and grasped the bottle, she put the bottle on the nearby cabinet, the red eyes hidden under the black hood emitted a terrifying light.

  "You should die!"

  Daniel was lifted into the air by an unseen force and slammed against a window in the room.

  "Joe, don't kill him!" Cynthia looked at her and saw that she was about to rush over and break his neck, so she hastily spoke out to stop her.

  Joe's hand stopped just short of Daniel's throat, but pain didn't make him back down.

  Daniel rushed out like a madman, shouting at Cynthia, "You bunch of filthy people! Dark people! You killed my father! And let him die so humiliatingly!"

  Cynthia was taken aback for a moment and couldn't think of it. "I didn't do this thing, who is your father?"

  "He was killed by you in the maltose tavern! You punished me and it's still not enough, why did you have to kill him too!"

  Daniel let out a heart-wrenching roar, his eyes blazing red, his mouth snarling like a wild beast driven to the brink of desperation.

  This reminder made Cynthia recall that day when she and Joe went to the tavern to drink, where they met a few people who were drunk and belittling the dark, and seemed to have vaguely mentioned Daniel, but the situation was too noisy at the time.

  One of them even had a leather shoe stuffed into his butt. How is that possible?

  She looked at Qiao and asked, "How many lives were lost that night?"

  "I don't know how many Anthony specifically executed." Qiao's face was icy cold, "But the blasphemer, they all have to die."

  "Hmm." Cynthia nodded and looked at Daniel who was lying on the ground, she could only silently lament that his luck was indeed bad.

  Anthony took her to a bar and they ran into Daniel's dad dissing Dark God, how could she be blamed for that?

  "No need for him to stay in the hospital anymore, just let him go out directly and get back all the extra money paid to the hospital."

  Qiao's expression changed to one of surprise, "Take it back?"

  "Yeah, no more paying for his medical bills." Cynthia was very petty. Although Daniel's father had passed away, she wasn't going to take the blame. If they hadn't spoken out of turn, none of the later things would have happened. This could only prove that what kind of father raises what kind of son.

  Qiao's lips curved up, "Mm."

  The two turned around and were about to leave when Daniel suddenly changed his attitude again, his voice helpless and desperate.

  "Cynthia! Don't go! I beg of you! I beg of you! At least spare my mother!"

  His words made Cynthia stop in her tracks suddenly.

  Mother?

  Daniel rushed to Cynthia's front, knelt down on both knees and began to pray to her, "Please spare her, I've known my mistake, I apologize to you for my irrationality!"

  "Cynthia, he's not worth your sympathy." Joe turned his face and said: "Those who blaspheme against Lord Caes are all going to die, this is already leniency."

  Cynthia lowered her head, this phrase also applied to her, looking at Daniel who was crying in front of her, she frowned again, "I know, but it has nothing to do with his mother."

  In the end, Daniel was just verbally teasing her, and it was really beyond her expectation that the Dark Church could make a fuss to this extent, and unexpectedly, Anthony coincidentally killed his father in the Malt Beer Hall.

  Cynthia sighed and got out of the carriage, and once again negotiated with Qiao's cold face, "It's not that I'm soft-hearted, but since the source is here with me, I couldn't possibly implicate an elderly mother."

  According to Daniel's address, she stood in front of a fairly clean stone-brick house with an independent courtyard, where the entrance was a piece of compacted black soil and several sheep were locked up.

  Just then, a middle-aged woman with a lame leg came out wearing a gray patchwork skirt, holding a large basin of knight's clothes, which were obviously not Daniel's.

  Cynthia can't recall Daniel's mother needing to do such things; he should have enough money to support his mother.

  She lifted her skirt and stepped on those trampled earth, the woman turned around with a pair of frightened eyes staring.

  "Are those soldiers making you wash?" Cynthia asked straightforwardly.

  "Yes, you are." The woman wiped her hand on her clothes.

  "Don't you have money? Daniel should have a lot of savings."

  Cynthia's question left the woman perplexed, but judging from her noble attire and face hidden in a hood, she should be a wealthy aristocrat of no low status.

  "My husband was executed for blasphemy against the Dark God, and my dear son is now imprisoned in the Cathedral for speaking out of turn and angering the Lord's pet."

  The woman said, her dull eyes unable to reflect even a glimmer of light, a mocking and forced smile rising at the corners of her mouth. "No one wants to hire a convict, the city guards came to our home and took away all our money, ordering me to wash their uniforms once a week in exchange for peace."

  Cynthia's face fell.

  So Daniel also made friends with some wine and meat friends, but only he was stupid enough to come and offend people.

  "Joe, I'm not going to pursue Daniel any further, let him come back and continue taking care of his mother." Cynthia turned around, "As for those greedy knights who guarded the city, let them return the money they robbed, and don't make an elderly woman wash these clothes again."

  "I won't drag innocent people into this, it's just a small matter." She said seriously, Joe naturally agreed with her decision, but she still helplessly said: "Your kindness is always misplaced."

  Cynthia shook her head, "No, I'm just talking about the facts. It's the Vatican's excessive interference that led to this consequence. My original intention was just to get an apology from Daniel, to make him aware of his mistake."

  "Maybe you're right," Joe agreed with her, his face showing no sign of agreement.

  Cynthia didn't expect to talk about love and peace with a fallen angel either, she raised a smile and hooked her arm, "Let's go to the tailor's shop to get clothes, I think Kayus should be back this afternoon too."

  "Right, what should I wear for the investiture ceremony?" She suddenly remembered this serious question.

  "What you like, or go ask an adult."

  "It just so happens that I'm going to the tailor's shop, if there are any finished clothes I'll take them back and ask for Keats' opinion." Cynthia left the yard with Joe, chatting and laughing.

  The woman who had not uttered a word from start to finish stood there holding the basin, stunned for a while before reacting and dropping it with a loud crash at her feet.

  (End of chapter)