In the brightly lit room, Archbishop Henry stared at the first draft of the law in his hand, his eyes sometimes dark and sometimes bright.
[Decree on Temporary Response to Domestic Reactionary Forces]
It is necessary not only to ensure that when the prophesied day arrives, the Goddess of Truth can ascend to the divine level, become a god, and untie the shackles of the gods, but also to limit the development of the Church of Truth and not allow them to grow too much...
No matter how you think about it, this is a difficult task, but Archbishop Henry knew that the Pope did not make things difficult for him, and it was a helpless move.
Only by suppressing the strength of the Church of Truth to the point where they can be destroyed at a flick of a finger can the Wisdom God Religion gain the greatest benefit in the future turmoil.
For this reason, Archbishop Henry, as the general person in charge of the Romanov Kingdom, had to rack his brains and find ways to restrict the Church of Truth, but he did not dare to use too much force to damage the foundation of the believers of the goddess Yunia.
Stealing the followers that the Church of Truth should have gained was Archbishop Henry's response.
Facts have proved that he made the right move. After putting forward the slogan "Freedom requires wisdom", the God of Wisdom ushered in a period of explosive growth in the number of believers. In just half a month, hundreds of thousands of people became the God of Wisdom. Follower of Anatole.
Former serfs who were dissatisfied with the kingdom and nobility were also divided into radicals and conservatives. Conservatives believed that armed struggle was not advisable and that everyone should organize and march and protest in a more moderate way to fight for their rights.
The radicals can't listen to this at all. They just want to fill their stomachs. As long as they can take back the land that belongs to them, they don't care what means they use.
Most of the conservatives joined the Wisdom God Religion, while most of the radicals became believers of the Church of Truth.
Compared to the Wisdom Cult, which is conservative in style and calls on people to use wisdom to fight for rights and interests, more believers have joined the Church of Truth.
The Wisdom God Cult has hundreds of thousands of new believers, and the number of new believers in the Truth Church has reached 200,000.
And this number is still soaring at a jaw-dropping rate.
The seeds planted half a year ago have sprouted, and the tender green buds have broken through the surface and have broken through the constraints of the ground.
The refugees who had received the blessings of the Church of Truth, after returning to their hometowns, told the story of their good fortune to other surviving companions. The refugees who had become believers even spread the word about the truth, describing the deeds they had heard and seen in the past six months. lifelike.
Compared to the Church of Wisdom, which became the state religion, people are more willing to believe in the Church of Truth, which takes practical actions.
Churches and monasteries in various places are full of people coming and going every day. The monks are busy until midnight before they can go to bed and fall asleep.
If this continues, the rapidly growing Truth Church will lose control.
After much thought, Archbishop Henry drafted a "Provisional Decree" against the reactionary forces.
How many followers does Yunia need to become a god?
According to the estimates and statistics of the Wisdom God Religion, as well as the information obtained from the classics, the number of believers must be around one million to reach the threshold of becoming a god.
Of course, this number is inaccurate. The firmer and more loyal a believer is, the more power of faith they provide. One loyal and firm believer is often worth four or five shaky ones, or even more.
One million believers is just a rough number. After all, no one has done experiments on this kind of thing.
The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny has millions or even nearly ten million believers, and the Church of Wisdom is about the same, including the Church of Judgment, the Cult of Abundance, and the Cult of the Witch God. They all basically float on the same level, and no one is crushing the other. occur.
It is precisely because of this that the explosive growth of believers in the Church of Truth gave Archbishop Henry an uncontrollable sense of fear. He felt that he could not go on like this. If he left it alone, when the prophecy day came, the number of believers in the Church of Truth would probably drop. It will reach an astronomical figure.
Once Yunia, who has a large number of believers, ascends to the divine level...
The consequences could be disastrous!
If all the 20 million serfs in the Romanov Kingdom joined the Church of Truth...
"call...."
Archbishop Henry exhaled a heavy breath, rubbed his sore eyelids, and was in a very bad mood.
Dongdong!
"archbishop."
A black monk knocked on the door, hurried into the room, and said to Archbishop Henry sitting behind the table: "His Majesty Paul I said he had figured it out."
"Um?"
Archbishop Henry was stunned for a moment, immediately put down the drafted decree, stood up and said, "Take me to see him."
Finally there is good news.
If the king could wholeheartedly help the Wisdom Cult, it would be a great thing.
Who wants to be blamed for killing a king?
This kind of behavior is not allowed in any kingdom.
If the church wants to use the kingdom to rule the people, it must give the kingdom sufficient autonomy and cannot kill at will.
If Paul I had not refused to agree to the laws he proposed, would Archbishop Henry have placed a king under house arrest?
It's all a helpless move...
He wouldn't do it if he had any other choice.
After walking through the long and complicated corridors of the Winter Palace, Archbishop Henry came to the door of Paul I's bedroom. The moment before he opened the door and entered, he suddenly stopped, pondered for a few seconds, and touched the golden ring on his little finger.
Buzz....
The golden ring trembled slightly and did not light up, but a barrier invisible to the naked eye enveloped Archbishop Henry's body.
After completing this step, Archbishop Henry nodded to the black monk beside him and opened the bedroom door.
Click...
In the slightly messy room, Paul I was sitting on the sofa facing the door. He had swept away the decline of the previous few days, his face was radiant, his hair was meticulously combed, he had changed into clean clothes, his face was slightly rosy, and he even wore a Get your own crown.
Judging from the food remnants that the servants were cleaning up, Paul I must have had a hearty meal.
Maybe even took a shower...
"Your Majesty, it makes me so happy to see you in good spirits."
Archbishop Henry kissed his fingers and saluted respectfully.
"Please take a seat, Your Excellency Archbishop."
Retracting his gaze from the portrait, Paul I smiled and pointed at the sofa opposite.
After Archbishop Henry took his seat, Paul I reached into his arms. The bodies of the black monks next to him immediately tensed up. Just as they were about to make a move, they saw Paul I take out a silver cigarette case, flick it open skillfully, and pull out a cigarette. He held a hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth, and then put the cigarette case back into his arms.
Ding!
The friction of the roller flint ignites the fire core soaked in kerosene, and a faint swaying flame rises, burning the tobacco.
"Your Majesty, why don't you smoke a cigar?" Archbishop Henry asked with a smile: "The cigar rubbed on the girl's thigh can better highlight your identity, doesn't it?"
"Oh, I've been bored recently and fell in love with hand-rolled cigarettes. This is actually quite interesting. When you want to smoke, roll one yourself. The preparation process will make you itchy, but you have to be patient. "Paul I exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly: "There is a saying in the Romanov Kingdom that if you are used to bitterness, eating sugar will feel particularly sweet, isn't it?"
"It seems that Your Majesty has indeed figured it out."
Archbishop Henry's smile did not diminish at all, and he nodded with emotion: "That's good, that's good... As long as your majesty cooperates with us, I can guarantee you that you will always be the king of the Romanov Kingdom."
"I believe in your promise." Paul I flicked the ashes from his cigarette and asked, "How did the aristocracy react? The proposal of the "Freedmen's Act" should have aroused their dissatisfaction, right?"
"They are not dissatisfied. I was just wondering about this." When talking about business, Archbishop Henry put away his smile and said seriously: "They agreed to abolish serfdom only on the basis of the "Freedmen's Act" I proposed. They asked for some benefits that already belong to them.”
"normal."
With a slight nod, Paul I put out his cigarette and took a sip of the champagne on the table: "It would be strange if they didn't ask for benefits. They are just a group of leeches attached to the Romanov Kingdom to suck blood and eat flesh. No matter what you do, Nothing can make them let go."
"Your Majesty's words hit the nail on the head."
"What are you going to do next?"
"The Church of Truth has been developing too fast recently. In order to curb them, I have drafted a "Temporary Decree" against the reactionary forces and will send it to Your Majesty for your review later."
"No need to send it to me... Oh, if it requires my signature, it does need to go through my hands."
Paul I smiled slightly, picked up the lighter on the table, and put his hand into his arms again. This time, the monks in black standing beside him showed no reaction.
but....
What Paul I took out this time was not a cigarette case, but a golden revolver.
In the eyes of the black monks, who suddenly widened their eyes, the golden revolver was pointed at Archbishop Henry's chest, without hesitation...
Spit out tongues of fire.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Five gunshots rang out in succession, with fire and smoke sputtering, and bullets accurately hit Archbishop Henry's body. At such a close distance, it was more difficult to shoot without an empty gun than without an empty gun.
Archbishop Henry sat quietly on the sofa, his body trembling slightly as the bullets were fired. As the smoke dissipated, Paul I saw the dark bullet holes in his body. The bullets hit, but not a drop of blood was left.
"Your Majesty, why?"
The bullet holes squirmed and closed and disappeared. Archbishop Henry looked at Paul I sadly: "You are the king, why do you do such... despicable acts."
"There is no surrendered king in the Romanov Kingdom! There is no enslaved king!"
King Paul I roared angrily: "I want to maintain the last dignity of the royal family! Even if you kill me, I am not afraid!"
"I will not kill you, Your Majesty..."
"No, the person who killed me was indeed you."
Paul I suddenly calmed down. He squinted at the portrait on the wall and forced out an ugly smile: "Father, mother, I'm sorry, I failed your expectations and failed the Romanov Kingdom..."
The gun was raised again. This time, the golden revolver was aimed at Paul I's own head.
In the sudden contraction of Archbishop Henry's vagina, Paul I sneered at him: "We will meet in hell, Your Excellency Archbishop."
"May the light... shine on Romanov!"
boom!
