Roger thought to himself that this was probably what the saying curiosity killed the cat was like.

It was nothing to do with him, but he came to watch the fun, and a "well-meaning person" suggested that he make a decision, so he stupidly asked it seriously.

Now, he looked around and found that more and more people were coming.

He saw that Renulfo and several other counts from Calabria had arrived, and many knights from Sicily had also arrived.

He thought, these are all invigilators and graders.

Roger brought his attention back to the question. This was not a true or false question. There was no right or wrong.

A wooden barrel actually doesn't mean anything. What's important is that neither party can fall short of this.

He thought that Calabria was not under the jurisdiction of the Count of Sicily, and the reason why his father was able to manage it was all because of the support of these relatives.

And this time they came to support him in accepting the title, which meant that he could continue to manage Calabria.

If he chooses the Sicilians, he may chill their hearts, and they may turn around and go back, and Calabria will have nothing to do with him in the future.

Before Chengjue lost half of the territory his father had worked so hard to free up, I wonder if his father would climb out of the coffin and scold him for being unfilial?

But if the Calabrian is chosen, the Sicilian knights will probably be dissatisfied, thinking that his elbows are turned out.

Who would like such a leader? I'm afraid people will be dissatisfied on the spot. How will I lead this team in the future?

Roger looked at the two groups of troublemakers. They were all like fighting cocks with red eyes. It seemed that peace was not possible.

Regardless of whether you say both sides are right or both sides are wrong, I'm afraid it won't convince people and will only aggravate the dispute.

Roger wanted to shout: Teacher, there is a problem with the question. All four answers to the multiple-choice question are wrong.

Then he looked at the way everyone looked at him.

He thought that the invigilator would probably answer like this: Attention, students, there are still five minutes until the paper is handed in.

Roger panicked and asked Danny: "Danny, what do you think about this?"

Danny suggested: "Why don't you report it to Madam and let her make the decision."

Roger thinks this is a stupid method, no different from giving up the exam. Didn't you see that Adelaide hasn't come yet?

This is his test and he must complete it himself.

Roger's little ears picked up the whispers in the crowd:

"The hair hasn't even grown yet..."

"Sicily is hopeless..."

"Forget it when you go back..."

"A layman leads an expert..."

"It's a joke..."

…

At this time, a guard hurried over and thrust a small note into Roger's hand.

Roger flicked the light of the torch and saw that it was Adelaide's handwriting, which was a bit sloppy.

Apparently Adelaide wrote in a hurry about the solution to this matter.

Adelaide's meaning was simple: tear up the exam paper and give the invigilator a slap in the face.

Roger smiled bitterly, Adelaide could use this method. She had the prestige accumulated over the years and could suppress both parties forcefully and shut everyone up, but this was not suitable for her.

He looked around and saw that no one, whether it was Sicilian or Calabrian knights, could be suppressed by him.

But the small note itself gave Roger an inspiration, and he realized that this exam could be cheated.

He asked Danny some detailed questions and got a positive answer, so he had an idea in his mind.

Roger's method was to soak the test paper in blood, and then tell the marking teacher that my answer was consistent with the principal's!

He opened his mouth and softly uttered two words: "Holy Judge."

Roger passed the exam successfully.

Roger's ruling was approved by everyone. After all, God's will is not something that mortals can question.

No marking teacher in this era dares to say that the principal is wrong.

Roger had a new understanding of authority, and everyone obeyed his words, but this was not based on money or force. The vast majority of people present did not take his salary, and were not afraid of him.

Roger felt that this time it was based on faith, and it seemed that all clergymen did this.

Roger recalled that the priests and monks he had met seemed to like to do things under the banner of God, but the people just fell in love with this.

Even if he is a newly minted monk in a strange place, as long as he says "The Lord says", no one will question him.

Then Roger thought of an exception, Father Bobo. He had the truth in hand, and even the bishop dared to question it. "The Lord said" was invalid for him.

So he thought that this kind of authority based on faith could not control everything. It might not be useful when facing pagans, unbelievers and people with unstable beliefs.

The Holy Judgment did not take place immediately. It was already late, and the duel in the name of God was scheduled for the afternoon of the next day.

Adelaide couldn't go against public opinion, so she ordered the repairs to be carried out in place for a day.

Roger anxiously explained to his mother: "I was forced to have no choice but to come up with this idea."

"You did a good job," Adelaide said happily, "even better than I imagined."

"But there will be blood, and the blood will be worthless," Roger said.

Adelaide didn't care about this: "The knights should have shed blood for the lord. This is their glory."

"Maybe there are other ways," Roger reflected, he said, "For example, find a bishop to stop the duel. After all, as far as I know, the Holy See does not approve of duels, and then we separate the two waves, so that

Big things can be reduced to small things, and small things can be reduced to small things.”

"No, never do that," Adelaide reminded with unusual firmness, "Remember, Roger, never let the Holy See get on top of you. We can ostensibly follow the orders of the Holy See and borrow their authority, but

In fact, we have to have the final say.”

Adelaide was afraid that Roger would not take him seriously, so he added excitedly: "This is what your father did. On the surface, he obeyed Pope Urban, but in fact he obtained the power of papal vicar from him.

Then you see what he did?

Now in the whole of southern Italy, which bishop or priest dares not to listen to us?

If anyone is disobedient, we will replace him with an obedient one.

Remember, Roger,

Never give these people a chance to think they can stand over us and speak!"

Roger saw Adelaide's petite chest rising and falling violently, as if she was trying to suppress some anger and uneasiness.

He thought that money and force alone were not enough. As a great man of later generations said, both material and spiritual hands must be grasped, and both must be strong.

He understood that Adelaide actually knew this truth.

He remembered a scandal that Father Bobo once told him: about 200 years ago, a woman appeared. As the pope's daughter, pope's mistress, pope's mother, and pope's grandmother, she controlled several generations of popes.

Since then, the Holy See has been weakening the status of women. They have classified women as vassals of men, and even do not allow women to speak in some churches.

Roger thought that under this situation, it would not be easy for Adelaide, who lost her husband, to suppress the bishops and priests of southern Italy.

He thought, so Adelaide had to rely more on money and force, and perhaps this was also the reason why she left Messina.
Chapter completed!