The sun had just risen, and the thirteen cardinals of Tire were already gathered together.
They sat calmly in their seats, bathing in the morning light and praying quietly.
On ordinary days, they would never go out before morning prayers. This can be said to be a great crime of disrespect.
As a priest of Tyre, the most important ritual of obedience every day is to do it at sunrise and rest at sunset - you can only go out after morning prayers, and you have to go to sleep after evening prayers.
But only here - only Frankfurt's dome cathedral, they would travel at night and happily go there.
Because this is the place closest to the god Tire. This is the holy residence guarded day and night by Queen Bansa's godfather, Pope Jupiter IV.
For a priest of Tyre, there is no place more sacred than this.
Even a cardinal must not go here on his own, otherwise he will be stripped of his red robe. There is no room for forgiveness.
The Tire canon stipulates that there are only thirteen cardinals, representing January to thirteen respectively. This is a sacred number that cannot be increased or decreased. Even the pope cannot be deposed during his lifetime.
In other words, even if a cardinal breaks into this place on his own initiative, it will be a capital offense.
The only forgiveness is that they can be executed secretly and enter the kingdom of Tire as cardinals, instead of being sent to hell as apostates.
Only if the cardinals receive a secret letter from the pope the night before, will they be allowed to enter.
They will put on their most solemn clothes before the sun rises, go out at about two or three in the morning, and go to the center of Frankfurt. Without using any divine power, step by step, they will climb up to the nearly 1,000-square-meter square in the center of the Holy City.
The spiral staircase. Heading towards the place closest to the sun.
At the top of this thousands-of-step spiral staircase called the "Baptismal Seat" is Frankfurt's dome cathedral.
From a distance, the entire baptismal seat looks like a narrow champagne glass hundreds of meters high. At such a height, it will inevitably collapse if there is no divine power to maintain it.
But this is where the electorate of Tire—that is, their pope Jupiter IV—lives.
Whenever the sun rises, rises to its highest point, and sets, a dazzling corona of light will rise from the top of the champagne glass. That is the brilliance naturally emitted by Jupiter IV when he prays, and the whole of Frankfurt can look up.
See you.
——This is the city that Tyr is looking at.
The people are peaceful and happy, the nobles are humble and polite, and the knights are just and brave.
They don't have Su Ze's alchemy technology, nor the White Tower's enchanting technology, nor Titan's opera and gladiator performances. But they still love it here and enjoy their peaceful life.
As Jupiter IV said, the so-called life is something that can be complete as long as there is sunshine, earth and poetry.
This is the holy city of Frankfurt.
There is no holier city than this.
And now, following the annual supreme gathering, thirteen cardinals gathered together again, sitting around the round table in the center of the church.
They just whispered their morning prayers, prayed for forgiveness for their nightly deeds, and waited quietly for the end of Jupiter IV's morning prayers.
A few meters south of the round table where they sat, Jupiter IV knelt on the ground, praying slowly and slowly in the direction of the rising sun.
His beard and hair were all white, exuding a hazy golden shimmer, as if melting in the light. His body shone like glass.
When the morning light fell on his body, it melted and rose into the sky like a crown of light.
His voice is old but kind, soothing and peaceful.
"...Therefore. I will once again shout my joy in the crowd."
Upon hearing this, all the cardinals stood up together.
They simultaneously stretched out their right hands and pointed to their foreheads, then drew a circle on their chests and pressed it on their hearts. Then they praised at the same time: "All glory to Tire."
As the prayer ended, the gorgeous iridescent halo gradually dissipated. The old pope's body, as transparent as glass, became a physical entity again.
He raised his head,
"Sit down, kids."
The old pope's calm voice sounded. After he sat down, other cardinals also sat down.
"I called you here today to talk about a few things."
His voice was slow and low, but it resounded in the ears of the other thirteen people.
"First, the priest received news of the death of His Highness Sivir's Cardinal Claude."
The cardinals did not show any surprise. Apparently, they also received this message.
"He fought for His Majesty Tire and His Majesty Sivir throughout his life, killing more than 30,000 enemies. When Bishop Hu Ke passes away, Claude will definitely inherit the ring of killing of the Ninth Bishop... In other words, we can regard this as
When a cardinal dies, the faithful should be informed and buried without light."
Thirteen cardinals were shocked when they heard this.
The cardinal, who was sitting eighth on the left side of the Pope, stood up, bowed respectfully to the Pope, and then said in a low voice: "... Please forgive me, this seems a little inappropriate. His Highness Sivir already
Isn’t it a bit troublesome to lead Bishop Claude into the Kingdom of God and then invite him down to be buried naked again..."
"No need to hesitate," the expression on the Pope's face did not change at all, still kind and gentle, "Claude passed away on March 5th. He was supposed to enter the kingdom of God under the crown of Tire. Now he is just invited to come down and preside over it.
It's just his own funeral, it's nothing. Besides, he will be canonized as a saint, and his statue will be erected in the temple under the crown of Tire. This will be his glory."
"But, His Highness Sivir..."
"I'll explain it myself. You handled the priest's affairs well, so there's no need to say anything more."
The old pope smiled slightly and said in a generous voice: "The sword is born from the light...she will understand."
"yes."
Hearing this, the eighth bishop breathed a sigh of relief, saluted again and sat down.
"The second thing..."
The old pope's body leaned forward slightly, and the thirteen red-robed bishops suddenly felt a great pressure coming towards them.
"Molen, Kasaka, Ser, stand up."
After he finished speaking, the third, ninth and thirteenth bishops from the left stood up sweating profusely.
His voice was still as slow and flat as before, but it was full of astonishing pressure: "Molun, please explain, why did the Knights of the Dawn Shield leave Harburg and go to the Sin City?"
"...That's because I heard from Kasaka that one of our official knights was persecuted there..." The ninth bishop's whole body stiffened just by looking directly at the Pope, and his voice trembled slightly, "It happened to be there.
There was a big turmoil...so..."
"Yes, the Tianshi Division found that there was a sea of fire... Logically speaking, it shouldn't be..."
The third bishop also turned around, lowered his head and defended in a very low voice.
On the contrary, the cardinal sitting on the right side of the old pope knelt directly on the ground and said word by word in a sharp, thick and sweet triple echo voice: "Ser is willing to accept all punishments."
The old pope didn't speak. He just closed his slightly squinted eyes, separated his clasped hands, took them away from his abdomen and put them on the table. Kasaka and Morun immediately stopped defending, and their whole bodies
Standing stiffly in place.
The silence lasted for about ten seconds before the old pope whispered in a soliloquy voice: "The Knights of the Dawn Shield have been destroyed. For example, someone is responsible for this."
No one dared to speak at this moment. Even the ten bishops sitting there did not dare to take a breath.
"good."
The silence lasted for more than ten seconds before the Pope said a crisp word.
"Then, Morun, remove the Ring of Killing and give it to...Bishop Xila. Kasaka, go back and copy the Notes of Caution twenty times, and make a public review in the Department of Sky Vision..."
"Please forgive me..."
Before the old pope finished speaking, he saw Molun kneeling on the ground tremblingly, crawling towards the old pope and kissing the toes of his shoes.
"Please have mercy on me like the morning light shining on the earth. I only wish you could have been in the past..."
"Molen."
The old pope just lowered his head and whispered a word expressionlessly. Bishop Molun's whole body stiffened and his mouth opened but no sound came out.
"You should know that this is the greatest forgiveness I can give you."
"...Thank you for your kindness."
Bishop Molun hesitated to speak, and finally hung his head heavily and responded in a low voice with a hoarse voice.
"And Sel," the old pope looked at the first person on his right with his kind and kind eyes, "you personally go to the city of sin, attack Akama Lim, the tree of suffering, and get back its
Heart of Oak.”
"As commanded."
Seer stood up, his voice with harsh triple echoes was flat and calm. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
ps: By the way, someone asked me if that branch plot means a multi-line ending... So here is a unified explanation,
No.
All branch plots without choices lead to death.
So if I have to say it, there are multiple endings...but only one is te, and the others are be. 233 mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net