"The Grand Duke!"
"It's the Grand Duke!"
The crowd was swept away by the frenzy of cheers, and the original noise and chaos suddenly turned into a kind of unity and concentration. Wherever they looked, naturally, there was the luxurious carriage with the emblem of the Grand Duke's residence on it.
"Who are you talking about?"
Han Dongwen pulled Bo closer and asked as loudly as possible in the noisy crowd for him to hear clearly, "Who gave you the medicine?"
Botta raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Archduke: "That's the priest. He is different from others. He is very good to the people in the parish!"
Han Dongwen turned around and was about to look for the priest Bota was talking about, but he was suddenly stunned.
Tilda's figure had already emerged from the carriage compartment, and two guards were guarding the opposite carriage door. Amidst the noise of the crowd, a dazzling figure appeared in front of Han Dongwen.
silver hair.
The long hair that seemed to exude silver light was tied into an elegant and complicated bun on the back of Tilda's head, followed by her exquisite facial features and swan-like neck, and the white collar around her neck that looked like porcelain. skin, and below is a long black velvet skirt - not slim-fitting, and without any extra embellishments, just a black long skirt gently lifted up by Tilda's hands, a black waistband, and a few grains It's just a copper button that goes up along the waistline.
nun?
Even the nun's uniform is too simple - it doesn't even have the cross symbol that symbolizes the Catholic Church, it's just an extremely simple black dress with a white collar and cuffs.
But it was precisely such extremely simple clothes that made Tilda look extremely solemn and cold.
"Welcome, Grand Duke."
A thin old man came forward. He was wearing a complicated and solemn priest's robe, and a red robe with various complicated embroideries on it, which matched Tilda's simple black dress. It seems more complicated in comparison.
In the PV of the Principality of West Asia, the priest's attire worn by Alexander, the young priest who fought with Grand Duke Tilda, was far less grand and complicated than what the old priest was wearing. It was just a simple black robe. It didn't look like that. The complicated red robe on the old priest's body was comparable to Han Dongwen's dragon robe in craftsmanship.
But the old priest's figure was very stooped, his loose robes highlighted his rugged frame, and his gray hair was permed and combed back into a bun, just like a Western version of Wen Yongxing.
"Thank you for the welcome, Father Gascón."
Tilda lowered her head slightly and bowed in a perfect lady's bow.
"Or should I call you the Headmaster now?"
There was still a smile on her face, but her words were vaguely sharp.
The Principality of West Asia, the current head of the third regiment of the Knights of the Established Church, "Humility", Father Gascón.
There are already rumors in the market that this priest who focuses on research and medicine will be promoted to the position of Grand Master of the Knights of the Ecclesiastical Order under the witness of His Majesty the Pope.
The Grand Master is the overall leader of the Knights of the State Church under the Episcopal Church. He is elected by the seven knight leaders and selected by the Pope. He has the power to directly govern the entire Knights of the State Church.
If in the Principality of West Asia, the "king" in the traditional sense is the Pope of the Catholic Church, then the Grand Master of the Knights of the State Church is a high position below this person, and the Grand Duke is just a puppet pushed to the forefront to govern.
However, Tilda is really a special case. She relied on her purest power to turn the situation in the West Asian Principality into a confrontation between the Catholic Church and the Grand Duke. She also had the qualifications to look directly at the Pope. Therefore, even if Gascón was in front of her, Even if he really becomes the head of the group, he still has to bow his head in front of her.
"No, no, I am just a loyal servant of the Lord, and I am not yet qualified to lead the Knights."
Gascón smiled and lowered his head. If it weren't for the gorgeous clothes on his body, he would be no different from a polite old man.
Tilda glanced at the robe he was wearing. This red robe that other priests could not wear almost said "I will be the master of the knights soon" written on Gascón's body.
"You are very humble."
Tilda finished speaking calmly, turned to face the citizens watching on both sides of the road, and gently raised her hand to signal slowly.
"His Majesty the Pope still can't see guests?"
she asked.
Gascón on the side cooperated with her movements and looked at the crowd of spectators with a smile: "His Majesty the Pope still needs to recuperate, I hope the Archduke can forgive me."
"Please convey my greetings. I believe that with Father Gascon's skills, you will be able to recover His Majesty the Pope."
Tilda said emotionlessly, guessing that she had almost done the waving and posing, she turned around and gently lifted her skirt, preparing to walk into the cathedral with Father Gascón.
Unexpectedly, Father Gascón coughed slightly, subtly took a half step forward to block Tilda's way, and whispered: "His Majesty, since you said before that you hope to participate more in church affairs, in To ease our relationship in front of the public, why not follow the church’s practice today and allow the public to participate in prayer?”
Tilda looked at Gascón: "There are many people here. I remember that there are not so many places in the cathedral."
“It’s not necessary to bring everyone to the cathedral.”
Gascón laughed, the dry skin on his face piled up like bark. He turned to face the crowd and spoke in a steady voice: "Dear parishioners of Talis Parish——"
"Remember today! Today is an important day. The Grand Duke of the Principality of West Asia, Tilda Dark, once again came to the church to pursue the glory of the Lord of God!"
"Tilda is the Grand Duke of West Asia. She has been bathed in the glory of the Lord of God since she was born. Our saint has finally returned to the embrace of the Lord of God after many years. Celebrate! Pray! Under the guidance of the saint, Come on, we will be saved!"
The crowd cheered all of a sudden, and an indescribable fanaticism quickly swept through the crowd. The exaggerated people even had tears in their eyes, and the calm people closed their eyes and bowed their heads in prayer.
"What the hell!"
The few people watching the excitement were not believers of the Catholic Church. Seeing that the Archduke, who had always fought against the Catholic Church, had regained her identity as a saint, they spat and cursed before leaving, but they were overheard by the increasingly agitated believers on the side.
"What did you say?"
"That is the saint of the Lord of God. The Lord's will appeared in her and she repented!"
"Repent for your ass, I think this bitch's brain rarely works well, and now it's broken again!"
"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy!"
The shouts of the believers gradually turned into quarrels, and their emotions gradually became excited. Seeing that the momentum was a bit chaotic, Han Dongwen lowered his head and waved to Bota who was standing in front: "Boy, let's go first!"
"Um!"
Bota nodded and was about to squeeze out of the crowd. Suddenly, a man standing next to him grabbed his collar and lifted Bota up: "Boy, where are you going? You are also blasphemy." Those people from the Lord of God?!”
Bota quickly shook his head like a rattle: "Holy God, I am a devout believer, the most devout kind!"
"Yeah?"
The man frowned, kept Potati closer to him, sniffed and sniffed.
"You are lying!"
The man's arm suddenly lifted the pota up, showing it to the surrounding parishioners like a trophy: "Look! Such a child has become a blasphemer! He clearly smells of alcohol, but he still dares to impersonate the Lord of God. Holy Name.”
He spat out his mouth and shouted at those who were about to leave: "What's wrong! Are you abandoning your weak accomplices like this? The blasphemers betrayed each other, but the pious people united and were saved, O God! "
He was about to say something more when suddenly he felt everything in front of him went dark. A figure stepped out from the chaotic crowd and punched his arm with very small and fast movements. The man felt his arm go cold and then numb. , Bota, who was holding his collar, suddenly fell down and fell to the ground.
He lowered his head again and saw only a black-haired figure in front of him, raising his hands to protect Bota and preparing to leave.
"Blasphemer... no, no, infidel!"
The man shouted angrily, even though he was half a beat slow, he still shouted loudly and pointed in the direction of Han Dongwen and Bota: "People from Simeng! The pagans in Simeng are trying to train our children to become blasphemers! "
The scene is getting more chaotic!
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