"Then don't you agree in disguise?" Flandiwen asked, "Then let me ask, can we all form a church army?"
"You were still saying that you didn't dare to risk everyone's lives. Why did you start asking about this so quickly?" Mu Qizhen joked to Flandiwen with a smile.
"You!..." Flandiwen was choked by Mu Qizhen's words and was shaking with anger.
"I agree with Riya to form the church's army because I have heard a little bit about the situation in the Principality of Boer." Boten explained towards Flandiwen and Candula, and then he looked at Riya, "Those Are the rich and aristocrats about to start a fight?"
Ria nodded, "It's a mess anyway." He thought to himself that even if the two groups wanted to coexist peacefully, it would be impossible with Alvin here.
"But..." Kandula wanted to defend himself but was interrupted by Boto.
"Actually, what I mean is very simple. It is not suitable to carry out such a revolution face-to-face right now." Boten said, "We can let Ria fight an outpost. If everything goes well for him, we can plan subsequent actions. Not too late."
It turned out that Boto was in favor of launching such a monstrous revolution, and everyone finally understood.
"What if things don't go well?" Flandiwen couldn't help but ask.
"Then declare to the outside world that someone has apostatized and engaged in an unjust war in the name of the Universal Church." Boten sighed, "The only way to calm the public's anger is to use your head, Lia."
After hearing this, everyone fell silent. Even Meng Pu, who had been recording, was so frightened that he stopped moving his hands.
It turns out that this is Boto's plan. If Riya succeeds, others will follow suit. If Riya fails, they will hand him over to the people's anger. No matter how you look at it, the other four elders do not suffer.
In this case, Flandiwen and Candula can't stand in their way again and again. The expressions on their faces became much more relaxed.
"Don't blame me," Boten looked at Ria and said, "It's up to you to decide whether to form a church army or not. After all, it hasn't started yet, and there's still time to regret."
"I understand." Ria nodded and said. There was no resentment in her expression, but a sincere expression. "If I unfortunately become a sinner of the church in the future, I have nothing to say. I am responsible for everything."
Mu Qizhen sighed, stood up and came over to pat Riya on the shoulder.
Boten also stood up, hugged Riya, and whispered in his ear: "I can only help you so much."
Riya didn't know what to say, so she looked at him gratefully.
In fact, when she came to Fengkelan this time, Riya didn't even think that anyone would support her.
"If you think about it carefully, after all, it was your words that played a role. After all, these people still have ambitions. After all, the future they envisioned is quite tempting." He thought to himself.
Flandiwen and Candula actually didn't have any objections to Riya. All the debates at the meeting were purely about matters. So when they saw the other two colleagues comforting Riya, they couldn't bear it, but they didn't take any action because of their dignity.
But in the end, the two of them came over to salute Riya and said, "Take care."
As for how likely Riya is to succeed this time, the other four elders all have their own judgments. Mu Qizhen has great confidence in Riya, Boten feels that success or failure is possible, while Flandiwen and Candula feel that there is little hope.
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After the meeting ended, Meng Pu finally made up his mind.
He hurriedly chased after Riya and gasped: "Elder Riya, please take me with you. I am willing to follow you." He knew that with Riya's identity, he wanted to transfer a bishop to serve in the southwest, so it was not What a big deal.
Ria was surprised at first, and then looked at the young bishop with admiration, "Are you sure you want to bet your future on me?"
"This is not gambling, this is an obligation. I feel that as a universalist, it is our duty and duty to dedicate and sacrifice for the free country where all living beings are equal." Meng Pu Zhengse said.
After hearing these words, Riya was stunned.
Only then did he understand why he came to Feng Kelan.
What was it that kept him dreaming and tossing and turning?
The fundamental reason is that as a universal teacher, the heat in his heart is driving him to do all this.
Putting aside his ambitions, he had to face himself. He was a true universalist, so he had to do these things.
"Elder, since everyone is equal, then I, the bishop, are the same as those priests and congregants. Everyone has a future, and everyone has a future.
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Life is all life, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, and there is no distinction between high and low. Then you shouldn't have any worries if you take me with you. " Meng Pu thought Leng Shen Liya was hesitant, so he tried to persuade him.
After hearing this, Ria laughed dumbly and nodded, "If that's the case, then I'll take you with me."
After the Five Summit Conference, Riya was named the Archbishop in charge of the academic affairs of the Southwest Diocese, which was already considered the highest title below the Pope.
The church’s appointment document is very telling. Firstly, it was to make things easier for Riya in the future. Secondly, it also puts Riya on the bright side and confirms his identity. If things go wrong in the future, the church will hand over a "big shot" like Riya to fill the hole.
Having been an elder for so many years, Lia naturally understands the meaning behind this document. He looked at the seal of Universalism in the lower right corner of the document and smiled bitterly.
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The next day, before rushing back to Zantz City, Riya had one more thing to do, which was to visit an old friend of his.
It’s also just the right time to pack your bags for a half-day trip to Mengpu. After all, the bishop still had a lot of rituals to bring, and even Ji'ao was sent to help.
So Riya went to the southern part of Fengkelan alone.
This time he did not wear the plain robe of the Universalist Church, but changed into casual clothes. He looked like an art dealer from a wealthy family, the kind who came from a small place.
Mainly in the south area of the city, there are a large number of New Saints. If he went out wearing the robes of the Universalist Church, he would be kicked out before he turned a few blocks.
Why?
Because this area in the south of the city is full of painters, luthiers and wandering poets of all sizes. . . In short, "art" is everywhere here.
Generally, in a place like this, people from the New Holy Religion are indispensable. Let's put it this way, wherever "art" appears, you can find people from the New Holy Religion. Therefore, the standards of this art will never be high.
It would be fine if the New Saints were just arty. What's more, those aristocratic ladies who have had enough to eat and have nothing to do would love to rely on their aristocratic status to point fingers at young people who love art, with a A very knowledgeable face. In fact, they don’t even understand the surface. Even this kind of person who has never entered the door is still acting like a master.
In fact, they didn't come to see sketching or listen to music. They came to see these young men.
If the person writing there was a handsome young man, then they would naturally have some words of praise, regardless of how well the painting was done.
If they are ordinary-looking people, they will naturally only get some cynicism.
Otherwise, art is worthy of being liked by nobles. Because most young people engaged in art work have no character at all. As long as an aristocratic woman gives her a flirtatious look and leans her breasts, these young people who are painting and singing can close their stalls today.
No wonder the hotel business in this area is so good.
Along the way from the banks of the Funing River along the artistic Mark Street, the words "Yingying Yanyan, you love me" can be seen everywhere. For a person of Riya's age, it is natural that he has never seen anything before.
He turned onto Duanling Street at a busy three-way intersection, with small apartments on both sides of the street. There is a row that is always shaded and does not get sunlight. It looks like the rent should be very cheap.
Riya calmly found the entrance to the apartment, looked at the mottled corridor, and suddenly had an idea in his mind: "Maybe this is what is behind art."
Climbing the stairs to the second floor, Riya stopped in front of an apartment and pushed the door open without knocking.
As he expected, the door was not locked at all.
In the apartment with extremely poor lighting, there was a disgusting smell of alcohol. This is the smell of brandy, whiskey, and Tyrell red wine together. It is not the aroma of wine that has just been opened, but the moldy smell of the residual wine at the bottom of the bottle that has been stored for a long time. Mixed together, it smells sour. It was freezing cold, especially in this summer. If Riya hadn't been prepared in advance, she would have been squatting in the corner and vomiting.
God knows how high the concentration of alcohol was in such a small room.
"The manuscript is not ready yet, come back in the afternoon." An old man who was busy writing with his head buried in the air heard the footsteps at the door and responded.
"Did you... stay up all night?" Ria fanned her nose with her palms, praying that the wind at the door could blow away the dizzying smell in the house as soon as possible.
When the old man heard Riya's voice, he raised his head suddenly. Because the glasses that were originally placed on the bridge of his nose had slipped to the wings of his nose due to greasiness, so he raised his head to close the position of the glasses, which seemed very funny. It was as if he was looking at Riya through his nostrils.
"Why do you have time to come here?" Mr.
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The reporter scratched his messy and fluffy hair, as if he was taking care of an old mop that had been dried for a long time.
"Thinking of coming to take you away." Riya said with a smile.
The old man in front of the desk was about to continue working, but because of Riya's words, he stopped writing. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, looked at Ria seriously, then picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip before asking leisurely: "What happened?"
"I'm going to form a church army, so I want to take you with me." Ria looked at the old man and said calmly.
The old man was so shocked that he dropped the wine glass in his hand to the floor. Fortunately, it was made of wood and made little noise.
"Such a big movement?" the old man asked after being stunned for a while.
"If I asked you to write poems and essays, I wouldn't be so embarrassed to come to your door." Riya said with a smile.
"I only heard that there was some chaos inside the Principality of Boer, but I didn't expect...you are going to get involved too?" The old man said, squinting at Riya, then stood up, and went straight to the sofa to sit down. Come down. After he sat down, he patted the backrest and motioned for Riya to sit over as well.
Ria glanced at the row of empty wine bottles at the foot of the sofa and waved her hand to "decline" the old man's kindness. The main reason was that the velvet surface of the sofa was still stained with wet wine stains, and Ria could imagine what it would look like to be smoked when sitting on it.
"How can I help you?" the old man said, picking up the pipe on the coffee table and lighting it.
Well, this rotten wine aroma paired with this low-quality tobacco is really going to kill Leah.
Riya frowned as she smelled the pungent smell of smoke, "If I ask you to establish a new set of laws, would you be willing to help?"
"What are you going to do?" The old man looked at Riya in surprise and put down the pipe he had just held in his mouth.
"It's a long story. If you are willing to listen, I can tell you slowly on the way back to Zantz." Ria really couldn't stand the attack of this mixed smell and took two steps back towards the door, " All in all, I met a wonderful young man.”
"oh?"
"Those people said that this person is a 'delusion'." Riya said with a wonderful face.
"This is interesting." The old man blinked and replied, "The people they don't like have always been attracted to me."
"It should also be to your liking." After a pause, the old man continued.
After he finished speaking, he suddenly glanced at Riya, "Wait a minute, you didn't come to Fengkelan just for this young man, right? Could it be that this happened to you...is because of him?"
The corners of Riya's mouth curved slightly and she nodded.
"Then it seems that it is indeed worth going with you." After thinking for a moment, the old man nodded in agreement.
"It's much more interesting than writing your nonsensical poems." Riya glanced at the messy manuscripts on the desk and said jokingly.
"People have to eat. Do I expect them to support me?" the old man replied angrily.
"If you really reach out to the church, how dare they reject you?"
"Am I that kind of shameless person?" the old man sneered.
After hearing this, Ria sighed, squatted down, picked up a few poetry manuscripts scattered on the ground by the door, and read them carefully. After reading, she sighed: "Why is it getting more sour? It smells just like yours." .”
"Shameless scholar, just making a living." The old man laughed at himself.
After hearing this, Riya couldn't help but smile, and whispered in her throat:
"Jiangshan laughs at me for being too crazy."
Can't see through the blooming flowers and the short-lived flowers in the pan
That cup of mirror-like flowers and moonlight splashes with time
There is no frost on the temples, recalling the past
Wearing embroidery, mountains and rivers as robes, just a flirtatious glance
Hee, conspiracy, conspiracy, how can it reach me, brush your shoulders
However, I wake up from my dream in Beijing, my tears are still sweet
Old friends from home and country meet in dreams
laugh
Old friends from home and country meet in dreams
(sigh)
Traveling thousands of miles alone, feeling alone and at ease
No one knows me, feel free and happy
Fly camp dog dog wave his sleeves
The so-called gods are far away in the sky
Who and I burn the sky and the sea
. . . "
Ria whispered the hymn that Onian sang in the church at that time. Although he could not sing the indifferent mind and unforgettable pain of Onian, he still had a sense of vicissitudes, and There is a little confusion about the way forward.
When it came to poetry, the old man became more and more interested. He carefully tasted the words that Riya sang, then looked at Riya with a strange expression and asked, "Is the young man you are talking about a woman?"
Riya smiled and shook her head, "This was sung impromptu by the wife of my relative back then."
"Is there such a woman in the world?" The old man was stunned and lost his mind for a moment.
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