At that time, the world's perception of magic was just a mist-shrouded and unattainable mountain in the distance. For most people, they would never meet a real magician in their lifetime.
At that time, because Lownes was far away from the cultural center where the Holy See was located, the ordinary people here were naturally ignorant in the eyes of most church people.
If it weren't for losing various struggles and no longer having a place in the Holy See, generally speaking, few missionaries sent by the Holy See would appear in Lownes. At the same time, local priests would have almost no opportunity to go to the Holy See for exchanges. .
However, this situation slowly changed as the kingdom developed little by little and became stronger.
It wasn't until the Kingdom of Lornes won several famous battles in succession that the Holy See could no longer ignore such a powerful country, so the number of priests sent to Lornes gradually increased since then.
Later, after the alliance war decades ago, the relationship between the Holy See and the Lownes royal family finally reached an unprecedented level of close friendship. The massive expansion of the church's power has been fully supported by His Majesty the King, and church institutions of all sizes have been established in the kingdom at an extremely fast speed.
The Royal Cathedral of St. Lornes in front of you has thus become the highest palace that oversees the religious affairs of the kingdom.
The Cardinal Archbishop Willard who was appointed to sit here is one of the backbones cultivated by the Holy See. It is said that he is deeply trusted by His Majesty the Pope and the Vatican Council of Cardinals.
A series of information he had in hand flashed through his mind, and Wayne walked in swaggeringly.
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Royal Cathedral of St. Lornes, narthex.
Willard was sitting alone on the futon, praying devoutly.
The hazy moonlight shines through the skylight and reflects dreamy colors through the colorful glass, quietly spreading over his body and the spotless ground around him.
It was his free time now, but even in his free time, he had become accustomed to being at God's side.
"Willard - after leaving the Holy See, you will definitely encounter many things that confuse you."
Before leaving, His Majesty the Pope made a special trip to meet with him.
His words and deeds at that time are still clearly engraved in Willard's mind.
"Don't be afraid of those confusions, the answers lie in your own heart."
Willard did not dare to forget His Majesty the Pope's teachings, and was always examining his heart to see if he had deviated because of fear.
Suddenly, his expression moved slightly and he opened his eyes.
The invisible surge of magic suddenly moved him to the small garden at the back of the cathedral.
Here are the tombstones of some people who have made outstanding contributions in the past.
Several ordinary deacons at the bottom of the church were preparing to put a wooden coffin into a freshly dug mud pit in a corner of the garden. Some people around them were chanting holy scriptures, and some people were sobbing softly.
"Why are you buried at night?" Willard asked his doubts.
"Ah..." Several priests had a look of panic on their faces because they were suddenly frightened, but after seeing it was Bishop Willard, they relaxed again.
"This friend who passed away unfortunately was our colleague... He died for saving a family in the fire scene and was awarded the commendation for his heroic contribution. Before his death, his last wish was that he could die on a bright moonlit night. , sleeping quietly in a corner of the beautiful garden..."
After hearing the explanations of these deacons, Willard always felt that something was unnatural, but he couldn't tell where this strange feeling came from.
He looked at the dark wooden coffin several times, but ultimately did not ask for the burial ceremony to be terminated.
"The brave and fearless souls should return to heaven without being disturbed." He bowed solemnly.
As a result, the somewhat simple funeral continued to the last step. The black coffin was carefully placed at the bottom of the pit, and layers of floating soil slowly covered up the life.
In an atmosphere of grief and nostalgia, everyone mourned for a moment before leaving reluctantly.
A bouquet of withered yellow flowers is placed in front of the brand new tomb, as if it has also participated in the withering of life.
Not long after, another voice sounded from the graveside.
"Strange...the mark clearly shows it is in this direction."
Wayne looked around and saw various epitaphs, and then his eyes stopped in front of a brand new tombstone not far away.
[This man died for others and lived for himself. 】
Behind her, Tasia also saw the tombstone and fell silent.
"If I say now that I want to dig this grave, Tasia, will you object?" Wayne asked.
Tasia hesitated for a second and shook her head vigorously: "I trust the teacher's judgment. Besides, even if you make a mistake, it is not your fault, but because the enemy is too despicable."
It was nice to feel Tasia's absolute trust, but Wayne really didn't want to dig into his grave.
The consequences will not only bring about the collapse of one's own image, but will also trigger the magic warning device here.
"Forget it. It seems that we should go back home first, otherwise it will be quite troublesome for me to be discovered by the church people." Icos's mood was waning.
Tasia was a little surprised when she heard this, but she did not object.
The two uninvited guests arrived abruptly and left simply. Soon, calm returned to the garden cemetery.
"...shasha...shasha..."
The outskirts of the royal capital.
Accompanied by an extremely subtle friction sound of soil, a pale hand poked out from an inconspicuous mound of soil.
Immediately afterwards, the hole next to the mound gradually widened, and a figure climbed out of the mound, fell to the ground and gasped.
None other than Norman Laird.
His current situation was really not optimistic, but he didn't dare to stop and hurriedly restored the mound to its original state.
Fortunately, the intelligence arranged by Bulwer was reliable enough, and he arranged for himself to escape through the internal secret passage that blocked his breath in the shortest possible time. At the same time, he sealed his original clothes and a trace of magic power into the wooden coffin prepared for burial.
Even if Echos tracks down the Royal Capital Cathedral, as long as he dares to destroy the cemetery belonging to the church, I am afraid that the two sides will fight fiercely on the spot.
In this way, he would have enough time to escape.
Secretly remembering this route that could lead directly to the church, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stumbled forward.
Oh, I really underestimated Bulwer. I didn’t expect that he would even have people in the church. He is indeed a dog that bites but doesn’t bark...
While complaining to distract the pain emanating from his body, he explored his surroundings.
After walking out of the bushes, the moonlight suddenly became much brighter, and Norman came to a stream.
"here it is……"
