The principality of West Asia, capital of the Diocese of Talis.
On snowy days, the sky in Talis will become particularly clear and sunny, and one will be in a particularly good mood just by looking at the cloudless blue sky.
For the parishioners, having such good weather on Sunday is really the icing on the cake.
This is a private house in Talis Parish. Although it is said to be a private house, it is actually extremely spacious and spacious. It has a square-like courtyard and a single-family house. It is currently being used as a pilgrimage church for the Catholic Church.
The cathedral seemed to be structurally unstable in the past few days and needed to be repaired. Therefore, until the cathedral was repaired, believers who were well-off and wealthy were often willing to lend their mansions to the church as a temporary visiting church. The faithful of the parish attend services and confessions.
To those who are not believers, this practice is nothing more than a show of wealth.
Yet for believers, such acts of generosity are always appreciated and worthy of admiration.
At this moment, the believers were lining up to enter the compound safely. The owner of the compound even prepared meals for the believers. This made all the believers who attended the service solemnly thank you and sigh with emotion from the bottom of their hearts. The kindness and generosity of the owner of the compound.
Among the believers waiting in line to attend confession, there was a woman with a sad face.
The woman's gait looked quite weak, and her coughing from time to time also showed that her health condition was not optimistic.
At this moment, she was looking worriedly at the avenue outside the compound - many soldiers of the Knights of the State Church were gathering out of the city. The scene looked like...
"It's almost like going to war."
The woman murmured to herself, the anxiety on her face getting a little heavier.
"Thank you, Father, thank you!"
A voice drew the woman's attention back, and she turned to look at the confessional. A man had just left there, still thanking the priest.
She is next.
The woman quickly straightened her appearance. Although believers and priests would not see each other in the confessional, she always subconsciously wanted to be more formal.
She crossed the threshold of the confessional and gently closed the door behind her. In the dim confessional, only the not-so-bright candlelight remained.
"Hello, Father."
The woman greeted the priest in front of her humbly.
There is a thick, opaque curtain between her and the priest, so they cannot see each other, which is more conducive for believers to relax and complete confession better.
"The Lord welcomes you, madam. Do you have something on your mind that you want to confess, or have you made a mistake and want to confess to the Lord?"
The priest's voice sounded.
The woman breathed out reassuringly, and then said: "My name is Loreth, Father, and I want to confess."
"The Lord is listening."
The priest's voice was deep and relaxing. Loris thought for a moment and said, "I...I want to pray for my son, Pota, who is missing."
"Missing?"
The priest's tone did not fluctuate much: "Ms. Lorreth, have you contacted the police station in the capital?"
Loris nodded, hesitated for a moment and then shook his head: "I have reported it, but there has been no news. Bota is a good boy. If anything is delayed, he will definitely contact me in advance. You said it, so there is no news at all this time, I am really worried, and..."
She paused for a moment, as if hesitating whether she should say the next words.
"Besides...it seems that the knights of the church have been running out of the city these days. If something happens next, what will Bota do alone?"
"I understand, madam, please rest assured. The Knights of the State Church have a mission, but there will never be anything that can affect the believers of our diocese."
The priest's answer made Lorreth obviously feel relieved. Her expression once again became soft and pious, and she lowered her head from the bottom of her heart, thanking the merciful Lord.
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The Imperial Medical Building has never been so quiet as it is today.
Although it couldn't be called noisy usually, there was always the sound of the imperial doctors and servants talking.
However, today, everyone in the entire Imperial Medical Building did not dare to say a single unnecessary word, and even if they did talk, they would do so in an extremely low voice.
After all, this is the first time His Highness Shengjia has been to the Imperial Physician's Building, so it is extremely solemn and requires caution.
Han Dongwen was sitting at the table in the ward, holding a Xuanji plate in his hand and reading the posts.
Beside him, Xiao Hongdou has not yet woken up.
She slept soundly, her chest and shoulders rising and falling slightly with her breathing, and she turned over from time to time. Han Dongwen could only smile helplessly.
"She's still a little girl after all."
He didn't come to the imperial doctor's building just to see Xiao Hongdou.
After yesterday's shocking appearance, Jiang Keyin and Chi Hanqing naturally expressed their concern for His Highness's well-being and wanted to visit Han Dongwen.
"When you have time to deal with these two women..."
Han Dongwen sighed and turned his attention back to himself.
Following the sudden changes in the Principality of West Asia, the No. 1 unit should be considered completely scrapped, and the Yunbo Sword naturally disappeared.
However, Han Dongwen also keenly discovered that his physical condition suddenly improved a lot. From the original kidney deficiency and shortness of breath, he became much sharper and more agile, his waist was no longer sore, and his complexion was much better.
Could it be that Unit 1 was scrapped, but I gained part of the experience of Unit 1?
With no other clues, Han Dongwen could only infer this.
What makes him even more happy is that some of the skills mastered by Unit No. 1 seem to be engraved in his mind. As long as the conditions are met, he still seems to be able to use them from Luoyan to the previous believer's thief!
The reason why I say it seems is because there are some skills that are slightly more risky that Han Dongwen has not tried yet.
For example, prayers that are too closely related to the Catholic Church can only be said when there is an opportunity.
"It's good news. Although it can't help much at the moment, it's definitely better than nothing."
He commented.
At present, most of the soldiers from the National Military Division guarding the border should have gathered and headed from Tianying City to the Bailan border. No matter what the National Religion Knights in West Asia wanted to do, they probably would not have expected that Simeng could be ready so quickly.
"If Tilda really ran away, or even ran to the border, then the Yunbo Sword is very likely to be there."
Han Dongwen was getting more and more excited. If things were really as he thought, what if he sent out troops to rescue Tilda this time, and then provided aid to this archduke who was well-known in West Asia? With her endorsement, he could pacify the Catholic Church. Isn't rebellion like a cooked duck?
If this is the case, the benefits that can be obtained this time cannot be compared with the reduction of commercial taxes.
If you have a bolder idea, I am afraid that the five cities that were ceded at the beginning may also have a chance...
Han Dongwen felt a little happy. Although Unit 1 exploded, things were finally getting better.
After all, if I can make the cake bigger for Simeng, I won't be killed so quickly, and my personal safety will be more stable.
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