A column of Knights of the Cross walked silently through the streets. The carriages they escorted were fully decorated, but still reflected a simple and low-key style in appearance. Whispers came from behind the curtain, and they vaguely sounded like some sad eulogy.
Payton Forrester was among them, but he was nowhere to be seen outside the car. It is said that Bishop Paton had hymns sewn on his sleeves, which made it easier for him to find connecting sentences when he forgot words in sermons and preaching. Was he mourning Azbi Zion? Uriel wanted to go up and open the car door and ask the distinguished bishop this question.
But he must be patient. Joey told him that after returning the Holy Scriptures to those wizards, the Silent School will weaken its control over the Eastman Church. By then, the Gaia Church in the royal capital will only be a branch. He will have plenty of time to communicate with Archbishop Peyton. ·Forrest settles accounts. But if the wizards are angered before this, things will not be so easy to negotiate.
"Sir Messenger, where are we going?" the coachman asked him.
"Dragon's Cave Castle." Although the destination was at the other end of the city, Uriel had to use transportation. Joey never seems to get hurt, or in other words, he has a way of making people guess what he is and what he is. Not so with apprentices. Even if he barely mastered the magic of healing so that he could move more smoothly, he was still far from being in perfect condition. My current situation is probably similar to that of Roma, but Joey is much less talkative than when I was a coachman. This thought made him laugh and his mood improved.
When the wheel started turning, Uriel couldn't stop laughing. The White Tower is located on the edge of the city. It seems logical that the road has not been repaired for a long time. No one in a carriage would want to come here anyway. He heard many rumors from the whispers of the clerks, such as the Lion King turning the royal capital upside down more than once; the guards of the Palace Knights were attacked by refugees when they left the White Tower... and so on. . Presumably, this beautiful round tower will become even less popular with tourists in the coming days. In fact, he'd heard that the wizards of the school would even rather live in the church and Dragon's Den than have to deal with Chloe.
This time they did it right, Uriel could imagine where Joey's potion came from. After all, the two envoys and apprentices from the tower are currently penniless, and it is unlikely that the White Envoy can talk nicely to the wizard about topics such as credit or barter.
The gravel road finally passed and the carriage began to accelerate. This makes the environment for Uriel to maintain the effects of divine magic more dangerous, but it has not yet reached its limit. Before this, if someone said that he could learn a high-level magic in one day, he would definitely take it as a joke and pretend to attribute it to the goddess's favor. But now, it’s probably the increased level of mystery that has enlightened me.
The carriage shuddered violently and stepped onto the muddy, soft city streets. Uriel even had the energy to look out the window, and saw that the courtyard of the White Tower gradually disappeared behind the corner, and the towering spire plunged into the clouds and mist.
For a moment, he suddenly felt nostalgic for Blumnot.
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This is not the first time he has walked this road, but it was half a month ago last time. As long as those terrible wizards were in the church, he was unwilling to leave the house. In fact, he would think twice about doing anything that would increase the likelihood of an encounter between the two. Encountering a wizard is simply an ominous sign. A group of people who worship heresy now live openly in the church. They casually walk past the statue of the goddess every day. The only thing that catches their attention is the hem of her holy skirt... Gaia above.
When it comes to hating blasphemers, perhaps no one in Eastman can compare with him. But it was me, the poor old thing, who spent the most time with these people. Peyton Forrester shouldn't just be the Bishop of Eastman. He had a chance to turn the tide in the church, but he made a bad bet because of it. And ruined his future.
Clergy should not take part in gambling, this is a punishment from the goddess. But everything he did was for Gaia, and he never doubted this. When wizards pollute faith in the name of exploring the truth, when mortals cry out and beg the gods for salvation, and when sinners suffer pain but cannot escape, it is he, Bishop Forest of the Kingdom, who implements the dogma and saves the world. Winning the mercy of the goddess for the mortal world. Every good deed in the world is due to the guidance of Gaia. Now the gods have passed away, but his will still exists in the world. Lucia chose the most loyal agents to carry out His will, why can’t Gaia? And among all the Silver Lily believers in Knox, who is more loyal to his faith than him? No!
He couldn't help but chant the prayer louder. The sacred majesty spread through the sound waves, and the noise on the street became weaker and became almost a whisper. Peyton could still hear their whispers. People were discussing and worrying about daily necessities, natural and man-made disasters, floods and wars. Most people prayed devoutly after seeing the carriage, while a few were curious about its purpose. They are just mortals, Peyton thought silently. The panicked lambs looked like they were in urgent need of the goddess's guidance.
But there are also sinners among them. The prostitutes and idle mercenaries standing on the street, as well as the mosquito-infested tramps who are dying soon. These filthy souls are willing to degenerate and are unrepentant. I hope this frost moon can sift out the garbage in the city. Half of the church's duty should be to punish them, but as a result, two-thirds of the clergy themselves have fallen into the wizard's spiritual trap called "truth" and committed more serious crimes, and they still don't think there is any problem. Payton gritted his teeth during the pause in prayer. Only a few people still know how to give...a few people...too few to fight against the Silent School.
It's time, now it's my turn to sound the alarm to mortals. Bishop Paton groped for the space under his seat, and the steel gave him a cold comfort. The goddess sees everything, even if mortals foolishly mistake right and wrong, her heaven will welcome devout believers like me.
The minority's words are never acknowledged and they have no choice. But the bishop was not afraid. The nightingale kept sending him news, and he had already planned everything. After learning that the White Envoy had survived the Six-Finger Castle, Peyton's dismay was as great as his surprise when he heard of his death. However, the loss of emotional control was short-lived. Now he was extremely calm, and only calm. The plan was ended and destroyed in just an instant. Azby Zion was not the first nightingale to die, but he should not have died, at least he should not have died in front of me.
Maybe there is some inside story that he doesn't understand. After all, no matter how trustworthy a person is, they are only human. Emotions and mentality are the enemies of a firm belief, and no one can guarantee that they are watertight. In fact, even if Bishop Payton Forest dares to claim that he has no qualms about his faith, he still will not deny his sins - he failed to complete God's mission and failed to find out who caused this series of fatal events. The culprit of the crisis. Payton changed his plan when he realized he might be the scapegoat. This is just a matter of writing, but it is of vital importance to the church.
"We're almost there, Lord Bishop." A small voice reminded. The monk probably thought that Payton was asleep because he didn't make any sound for a long time. This situation was not what the other party had imagined. Once when Peyton prayed for Queen Flavia to celebrate her birthday, she was two hours late, while the Archbishop of the Kingdom happened to stay up all night last night.
He continued to read long and thick poems.
“…your sins have been cleansed…and after suffering, you will be forgiven.”
This is a prayer for the victims of the Golden Que River. Otherwise, he would still be trapped within the confines of the church and would not be able to escape. At Payton's age, it's comically self-deceptive to hate something you haven't experienced firsthand. He has experienced countless wars in his life, including his toes; he has killed many people, but the day he assumed the office of bishop was the dividing line between high and low frequency; he spent the rest of his life pondering the teachings of the goddess Gaia and spreading them Essence Yun. People respected and loved him from birth to death. But such a person will be grateful for the enlightenment that disaster brings to mortals.
As a mortal, Paton has naturally committed acts of blasphemy. When he was young, he was sent to a dungeon for stealing, and he also cursed the gods of the world when he was at his lowest point. These past experiences made him humble when he encountered setbacks, and also made him feel vaguely proud and fearless when he committed more crimes. Only young people who are just starting out will flaunt themselves. For people like Bishop Paton, dedicating honor to the church is far more valuable than their own reputation.
But he cannot completely disappear in the glory of the whole like Azbi Zien and Iaconi. He himself is a flag of the church. If I collapse in disgrace, he reminds himself all the time, if that day comes, the church will also be without glory. The priests who firmly believe in the supremacy of the goddess will turn their heads into the arms of wizards and their evil doctrines, while the ignorant believers will be leaderless and scatter like ants to the soil under the toes of other gods... This is a catastrophic blow to the Gaia Church. .
The bishop stopped his messy whispers. He found that he was unconsciously reciting words on his sleeves, and his arms were sore from holding them flat for a long time. His other hand was placed under his body, still staying in the gap of the seat. Blood slowly poured into his fingers. They were cold and stiff. If he used such hands to baptize people, the person would probably be suspicious of him. The one with holy water is a corpse eater. "Keep your hands warm and smile, these are the most basic abilities." The priest also taught him.
The most basic ability. Payton kept stretching his fingers, while using magic power to circulate blood, but he was still cold, cold and stiff. Finally, he gave up the futile effort, since no one would lower their heads to let me baptize him. He suddenly realized that he was still afraid, and he must not think about it anymore.
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The carriage circled the city and the wheels slowly stopped turning in front of the church. The priest who was driving the carriage noticed that the rhythm of the carriage was very sluggish when it came to a halt. He lowered his head and discovered that a ball of straw was caught between the wheel axles, and the entire wheel was dragged along without moving. Not wanting to stain his robe, he tried to pick out the debris with his toes, when he caught a glimpse of a curved red line spreading along the crack of the door. The priest straightened up suddenly and knocked on the single-pane glass of the car door. "Your Majesty Bishop, Your Majesty Bishop?"
No one responded.
