The monastery building only had one floor, but it was built to be especially tall and magnificent, with several stone pillars towering up, carved with the likeness of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit was depicted as a gentle-faced person in the statue, neither male nor female. All the praying monks and blessing monks in the monastery wore long robes of bright colors—the dye was extremely expensive, and the brighter the clothing, the more expensive it was.

Lex got off the carriage. He was wearing his most formal attire – a total of six layers – and had almost every piece of jewelry he could find on his person. His clothes were piled on top of one another, and he could hardly breathe.

Fortunately, the weather was cool, or else he might have died of heat on the way.

Even Alwin asked him, "Can you still walk?"

Lex stubbornly said, "I can!"

Without even thinking about the stairs, Lex grabbed Alwin's wrist and said with a face of despair, "As it turns out, I can't."

He had a pair of tights in his trousers, very, very tight, not the stretchy kind, the butler said it was to make the legs look better, a matter of etiquette, and he had to wear them, so he had trouble even going up the stairs.

Could anyone really go about their daily activities in such a get-up?

Elijah and Alex hurried up, their faces aglow with excitement, their eyes shining, and said, "My lord! I'll help you up!"

"I'll carry you up!"

"I'll carry you up!"

Lex: "Save it, don't make things more difficult, I'll grab Alwin and go up."

The only people accompanying him to the monastery were the two knights and Alwin, who was an idle guest. The butler had to stay in the territory to prevent emergencies, and the stewards in the territory were actually uneducated commoners, so Lex was not at ease.

Alwin held out his arm. He was born too beautiful, and every movement was extremely elegant. He seemed like a gentleman among the nobles, slightly bowing: "Please."

Lex stood there. He didn't let the girl take his arm, but he never wanted to take a man's arm either. Shouldn't friends help each other by leaning on each other's shoulders?

Shouldn't arm-in-arm gestures be exclusive to the opposite sex?

So Lex extended his arm and tried his best to embrace Alwin's shoulders.

Alwin: "..."

Lex: "Thank you!"

Alwin could only maintain this buddy-buddy posture with Lex as they walked up the steps.

Elijah and Alex watched Alwin's back with jealous, tangible stares.

Lex was greeted by a young priest, who bowed slightly before asking Lex the reason for his visit.

Lex: "I want to raise some animals in my territory, and I've come to ask the Holy Court for permission."

Since the young priest looked up and saw Lex, his gaze had been fixed on Lex's face. His eyes were wide open, as if he had forgotten how to blink, and it wasn't until Lex urged him a few times that he came back to his senses and said, "Please follow me."

While leading the way, the priest kept asking Lex questions.

"Are you the newly appointed lord of the Sayuri Holy Court? You are very young."

"Lex, your name is so nice. I've never heard the voice of the Holy Spirit before. The dean said I still need to gain some experience."

The prayer master spoke softly, and his attitude towards Lex was not bad at all. When their gazes met, he would lower his head and blush, and stutter, 'You can find me whenever you come here in the future.'

"If your territory needs a prayer master, I can also..."

Lex: "If my territory could have a prayer master, I would definitely have asked you to come!"

The prayer master seemed to have heard some sweet words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose crazily, looking very happy.

Elijah's eyes rolled back in his head in the background.

The prayer master took them to meet the holy messenger. The dean could not be seen. As the person with the best status in the holy courtyard, the dean is the spokesperson for the local holy spirit. You can't just see him. His status is also above the local nobles.

The holy envoy was a middle-aged man with a wise beard. He was dressed in brighter colors, and his robe had at least seven colors and intricate patterns. He quickly agreed to Lex's request.

"Sign this contract, and after exorcising the animal, the holy courtyard will send someone to deliver the animal to your territory."

As the holy envoy said this, he smiled and felt Lex's hand under his sleeve.

Lex's smile on his face almost didn't hold.

He now understood why women would react so strongly to some seemingly "minor" harassment. He had only been touched on the back of the hand and wanted to jump up and hammer someone.

"Thank you, thank the Holy Spirit," Lex bowed his head, looking pious.

The holy messenger suddenly said, "You can stay at the holy courtyard for one night, and I can pray for you at night."

Elijah and Alex couldn't see what had just happened under the sleeve, and they felt that this holy messenger was more pleasing to the eye than the previous prayer master, and being able to have the holy messenger's blessing was a good thing and very rare.

"No need," Alwin suddenly stepped forward and stood next to Lex, "no one is watching over the territory right now."

The holy messenger's eyes narrowed slightly and he asked Lex, "and this is?"

Lex obviously couldn't say that Alwin was just his guest, after all, a guest doesn't tell the host what to do, so he had a flash of inspiration and said, "He's my butler. As he said, I have to rush back to the territory tonight."

The holy man sighed: "That's a real shame. If you come to the Holy Court next time, I can still pray for you."

Lex: "Thank you."

If he wasn't afraid of being arrested, he would have already smashed the holy man's head in.

Before leaving, Lex asked the priest if he could walk around the monastery under the priest's watchful eye and feel the Holy Spirit's presence.

The priest, of course, would not refuse, and he was only too happy to spend some more time with Lex.

"I hear voices in there," Lex heard the sound of wood creaking, and he looked towards the room from which the sound came.

The priest laughed: "That's the weaving room."

Lex: "Can I go and have a look?"

The prayer master nodded: "Of course. This is the wisdom of the Holy Spirit, and it should be seen by all, admired by all, and everyone should appreciate the generosity and fatherly heart of the Holy Spirit."

Lex beamed.

The prayer master led them to the door, where they could not go in, but could only look on from outside.

The weaver was a man, dressed in bright colors, with a wooden shuttle in his hands. He stood in front of a very simple wooden frame, working carefully but slowly, and the cloth he wove was not very dense.

This type of cloth should be the cheapest.

This loom was obviously also "old".

After all, the clothes worn by the people in the monastery were not made from this type of cloth.

There was a reason for allowing people to watch.

The people who could come here were all nobles, and surely no noble would want to take advantage of the loom.

But the problem is that if the nobles came here and found that the loom could only weave the cheapest cloth on the market, and the investment was not proportional to the income, they would obviously no longer want to take advantage of the loom.

That's why the Holy Court was so generous in displaying it.

Lex found it strange. The Holy Court should actually be considered a very developed and creative organization, but they refused to take out these things that could promote social development, so this is why it is still so backward.

The slaves don't even have clothes to wear.

Lex looked carefully, observing the structure of the loom, how the joints were linked, visually measuring the length of the planks and sticks, and the details of the wooden shuttle.

He mentally sketched the loom as if it were a diagram laid out on a blank sheet of paper.

Although he could not see it up close, the most fortunate thing was that because the simplest loom was also the simplest to construct, there were no complicated parts. If he had switched to a more sophisticated loom, there was a chance that he would not have been able to see the many details and would not have been able to imitate and recreate it.

"It's simpler than I thought," Lex whispered in Alwin's ear as he left, his hot breath spraying on Alwin's ear lobes. Alwin subconsciously raised his hand and touched his earlobe.

Alwin gave a very light "hmm".

Lex's mood improved again.

Although he had betrayed a wave of sex appeal, the reward was not small. Even the most rudimentary loom could at least allow the slaves to wear clothes. The weather was gradually getting colder, and he didn't want to see the slaves die before his eyes.

Moreover, in his eyes, "slaves" were not slaves. They were all people living in his territory, his "subjects".

On the way back, Alwin asked Lex in the carriage, "Instead of weaving the cloth ourselves, wouldn't it be more convenient to buy it? The price is the same."

Lex was using a quill to draw the plan of the loom on blank parchment.

In addition to the overall plan, he also had to draw the three views.

"It's too expensive," Lex said without looking up. "In the short term, the price is about the same, but the longer we use it, the more money we will save."

Alwin's gaze is complicated: "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell the Holy Court?"

Lex looks up at him, the quill stopping in its movement: "You won't."

Alwin laughs: "Why do you think that?"

Lex just affirms: "I don't think you will. My intuition has always been very accurate."

Since he was a child, his intuition has never been wrong. One year, when his parents were preparing to take him on a trip to the beach, he had a feeling of suffocation. His intuition told him that going to the beach would definitely lead to nothing good. When his parents still didn't believe him despite his emotional pleas and logical reasoning, he could only throw a tantrum at home, which made his parents cancel the trip.

Sure enough, on the day they were supposed to be standing on the beach enjoying the sunshine, a tsunami struck.

His intuition couldn't tell him what would happen, but it could make him aware of danger.

Everyone has intuition or a sixth sense, but some people are stronger than others. Some people suddenly feel that a scene is similar to something they have seen before. Lex is one of the people in the crowd with a stronger intuition.

Alwin obviously didn't believe him. He just felt that Lex was probably someone who was naive to the extreme, and thought that the world was full of good people and no bad people. This made Alwin feel very complicated. He said, "Your naivety will get you into trouble one day."

Lex: "...I'm not naive."

He's always the most cunning one when playing games! The grass is his home! Never confront his enemies head-on.

Alwin leans against the carriage.

Lex doesn't want to argue with the other person about whether he is naive or not. If it really comes down to it, then he is really naive.

He continues to draw with his head buried in his work, strengthening his memory as he goes.

Drawing on parchment isn't safe enough; it's best to remember it firmly in your head.

Alwin watched Lex draw. The other person's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes focused, his lips pursed, and he was so serious that he looked like a painting. However, he was still beautiful, and his black hair and those amber eyes were right in front of him, attracting him.

If there were more people of the Succubus race,

it would be a terrible thing.