"Then have you changed your agreement?" Frandivin asked, "Then let me ask, can we all form a church army?"

"Aren't you still saying you dare not take the lives of everyone? Why did you start asking about this so soon?" Mu Qizhen quipped at Frandivian with a smile.

"You!" Frandivin was choked by Mu Qizhen's words and was so angry that he shivered.

"I agree to the formation of the church army by Ria because I have heard a little about the situation in the Duchy of Bere." Botten explained to Frandivin and Kandulah, and then he looked at Ria, "Are the rich and nobles about to fight?"

Ria nodded, "Anyway, it's very messy." He thought to himself that even if these two gangs want to coexist peacefully, it would be impossible with Alvin.

"But..." Kandulah wanted to defend herself but was interrupted by Boteng.

"Actually, I mean it is very simple. It is not suitable to carry out such a revolution in a comprehensive way." Botto said, "We can let Ria fight an outpost. If his side goes well, it will not be too late for us to plan the subsequent actions."

It turned out that Boteng agreed to launch such a monstrous revolution, and then everyone understood.

"What if it doesn't go well?" Frandivin couldn't help asking.

"Then you declare that someone apostate, and in the name of universal religion, he devoted himself to an unjust war." Botto sighed, "At that time, you can only use your head to calm the public's anger."

After hearing this, everyone stopped talking, and even Mengpu, who had been recording there, was so scared that he stopped his hand movements.

It turns out that Boteng planned this way. If Riya succeeds, the others will follow suit. If Riya fails, they will hand him over to calm the public's anger. It seems that no matter how they look at it, they are not at a loss.

Since that's the case, Frandivin and Kandula couldn't stop them again and again. The expressions on their faces also became much more relaxed.

"Don't blame me," Botto said to Ria, "If you are forming a church army, the decision is up to you. After all, it has not begun yet, and it is still time to regret it."

"I understand." Riya nodded, with no resentment in his expression, but a sincere face, "If I unfortunately become the eternal sinner of the church in the future, I have nothing to say, and I will blame it for myself."

Mu Qizhen sighed, got up and patted Ria on the shoulder.

Botto also stood up and hugged Shiraya, and whispered in his ear: "I can only help you so much."

Ria couldn't say anything clearly, so she glanced at him gratefully.

In fact, when Ria came to Fengkran this time, he never thought that anyone would support him.

"Think about it carefully, after all, my words worked. After all, these people still have ambitions. After all, the future of the painting is quite attractive." He thought to himself.

Frandivin and Kandulah actually had no opinion on Riya. All the arguments at the meeting were simply to discuss things. So when they saw the other two colleagues comforting Riya, they felt unbearable, but they did not take any action due to face.

But in the end, the two came over and saluted Ria and said, "Take care."

As for how much success is Riya this time, the other four elders have their own judgments. Mu Qizhen is very confident in Riya, while Boteng thinks that success or failure is possible, while Frandivin and Kandula feel that there is little hope.

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After the meeting ended, Mengpu finally made up his attention.

He hurriedly chased behind Riya and gasped, "Elder Riya, please bring me with you too. I am willing to follow you." He knew that Eriya's identity would not be a big deal to mobilize a bishop to serve in the southwest.

Ria was surprised at first, and then looked at the young bishop with appreciation, "Are you sure you want to bet on me?"

"This is not gambling, it is an obligation. I think as a universal teaching person, it is the obligation to contribute and sacrifice for the free country where all beings are equal." Mengpu said seriously.

Ria was stunned after hearing this.

Only then did he understand why his trip to Feng Kelan was.

What exactly made him dream and unable to sleep?

The root of this is that as a universal teaching man, the heat in his heart is driving him to do all this.

Putting aside those ambitions, he had to face himself. He was a truly universal teaching man, so he had to do these things.

"Elder, since everyone is equal, then I, the bishop, and the priests, are the same. Whoever has the future is the future, and whose life is life, there is no difference.

There is no distinction between the two, no matter how high and low the people are. Then you should not have any concerns with me." Meng Pu thought that the Lyra of the God of the God was hesitating, so he spoke and persuaded him.

After hearing this, Ria laughed silently, laughing that she might not have thought through the bishop in front of her. Then he nodded, "Since that's the case, I'll take you with me."

After the Five Peaks Conference, Ria was named the Archbishop who was in charge of the Southwest Diocese, and is already the top title below the Pope.

The church's appointment document is very evident. First, it is to make it easier for Riya to act in the future. Second, it is to push Riya to the open and make his identity real. If things are not done in the future, the church will hand over Riya as a "big figure" to fill the hole.

Ria had been an elder for so many years, so he naturally understood the meaning behind this document. He looked at the universal lacquer seal of the lower right corner of the document and smiled bitterly.

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The next day, before rushing back to Zanzanji Castle, Riya had something to do, that was to visit one of his old friends.

It also happened to be a little underwear for Mengpu for half a day. After all, the bishop still had a lot of salutes to bring with him, and even Ji'ao was sent to help.

So Ria went to the south city of Fengkran alone.

This time, he did not wear a simple robe from the universal religion, but changed into a leisurely outfit, looking like a wealthy painting merchant, or a kind from a small place.

Mainly, there are a large number of Newcomer believers gathered in the south of the city. If he was wearing the robe of universal religion, he would be bombarded out before he could even turn a few blocks.

Why?

Because in the south of the city, painters, zithers, and wandering poets gathered from all over the world... In short, the "art" here is so magnificent.

Generally, people from Xindu Cult are indispensable in this kind of place. Let’s put it this way, if there is a place where “art” appears, people from Xindu Cult can be seen. So the specifications of this art will never be high.

It would be fine if the Newcomer just had a good manners, but there were more people, such as those noble ladies who had nothing to do after they had enough to rely on their aristocratic status, pointing at the young people who love art, and putting on a very sensible face. In fact, they didn't even understand the superficiality. Even this kind of thing that was invisible was all like a master's style.

In fact, they did not come to see sketching or listening to piano music, they came to see these young men.

If the person who was holding the pen was a handsome young man, they would naturally have some praise, not to mention how well the painting was.

If those who look average, they will naturally only get some sarcasm.

Otherwise, art is worthy of the aristocratic people's preference. Because most young people who work in art have no character at all. As long as there are noble women who throw their eyes and feel soft breasts, these young people who are painting and singing can close their stalls today.

No wonder the hotel business is so good in this area.

Ria walked along the street of the Funing River along the street of Mark Street with a strong artistic atmosphere, and what she said just now is "Yingying, you love and I want to do it". For people of this age, it is naturally no wonder that they have never seen anything.

He turned to Duanling Street at a lively Sanchao Road intersection, with small apartments on both sides of the street. There was a row of cloudy people all year round and could not shine on the sun. It looked like the rent should be very cheap.

Ria calmly found the entrance to the apartment, and looked at the mottled corridor, and suddenly he had an idea in his mind: "This may be what is behind the art."

Up the stairs and came to the second floor. Ria stopped in front of an apartment, without knocking on the door, and pushed it straight into the door.

If the door was not locked as he expected.

In the apartment with extremely poor lighting, a disgusting smell of wine came to my face. This was the smell of brandy, whiskey, and Tyriel red wine. It was not the smell of wine that had just opened the bottle, but the moldy smell of the residual wine that had been stored for a long time at the bottom of the bottle. When mixed together, it was sour and stinky. Especially in this summer, if Ria had not prepared in advance, she would have squatted in the corner and vomited.

God knows how high the alcohol concentration is in such a small room.

"The manuscript has not been done yet, come again in the afternoon." An old man who was burying his head and writing quickly heard the footsteps at the door and responded.

"You... haven't been asleep all night?" Ria slapped the wind at her nose with her palm, praying that the wind at the door could blow away the fainting smell in the house as soon as possible.

When the old man heard Riya's voice, he suddenly raised his head. Because the glasses that were originally placed on his nose had slipped to his nose because they were greasy, he looked very funny in order to make up for the glasses, as if he was looking at Riya with his nostrils.

"How come you have time?"

The old man scratched his loose and fluffy hair, as if he was taking care of an old mop that had been dried for a long time.

"I want to take you away." Ria said with a smile.

Originally, the old man in front of the table was about to continue working, but because of Riya's words, he stopped the pen in his hand. He pushed his glasses against the bridge of his nose, looked at Riya seriously, then picked up the wine glass on the table and sipped Xiaomin, then asked casually: "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to form a church army, so I want to bring you with me." Ria said calmly as he looked at the old man.

The old man was so shocked that he dropped the wine glass in his hand on the floor. Fortunately, it was made of wood and had little noise.

"So much noise?" the old man asked after a while of shock.

"If you were asked to write poetry, I wouldn't come to the door with a shy face." Ria said with a smile.

"I heard that there is a little chaos in the Borde. I didn't expect... you have to go in and get a kick?" The old man said, squinting his eyes and looking at Riya, then stood up, walked straight to the sofa and sat down. After sitting down, he patted the backrest, signaling Riya to sit over as well.

Ria glanced at the row of empty wine bottles staggered under the sofa, waved her hand and "declined" the old man's kindness. The main reason was that the suede on the sofa was still covered with undried wine stains. Ria could imagine what it would be like to sit over and get smoked.

"What can I do to help you?" The old man said, picking up the pipe on the coffee table and lit it.

Well, the aroma of rotten wine and this inferior tobacco are really for the life of Ria.

Ria frowned at the smell of spicy and pungent smoke, "If you want to establish a brand new law for you, would you be willing to come out 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 to his mouth.

"It's a long story. If you are willing to listen, I can talk to you slowly along the way back to Zanz." Ria really couldn't stand the attack of the mixed taste and took two steps towards the door. "Anyway, I met a wonderful young man."

"oh?"

"Those people said that this person is a 'delusional person'." Ria said with a wonderful look on his face.

"This is interesting." The old man blinked and replied, "The people they don't like have always been interested in my appetite."

"It should also be for your appetite." After pausing, the old man continued.

After saying that, he suddenly glanced at Riya, "Wait, you didn't come to Fengkran for this young man, right? Could it be that your business...is because of him?"

Ria's lips curled up slightly and nodded.

"It seems that it is really worth going with you." The old man thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

"It's much more interesting than writing your untuned poems." Ria looked at the messy manuscripts on the table and joked.

"People always have to eat. Can you expect them to support me?" the old man replied angrily.
To be continued...