"Archbishop Luo Luolun, he seems to be in a good mood today?"
In the corner of the temple, Perot quietly talked to his companions about the real owner of this temple and even this city.
Perrault is a first-grade chanter, which is the lowest level priest of light.
She usually leads the believers in reciting scriptures, and helps the maids clean the idols, organize the sacrifices, and write scriptures.
First-grade chanting officers are said to be priests, but in fact their work is not much different from that of handymen.
But he is still considered a priest, and he is also respected by people, and his treatment is much better than that of ordinary temple servants.
"yes."
Perrault's companion was the same cantor as Perrault. However, because the area he was responsible for was close to the living area of the senior priests, he knew these gossips better.
"I heard that the famous painting by Rasliol sent by His Majesty the Angel of Heaven has been sent to the bishop today. Can the bishop be unhappy?"
"Lasriol? Is it a work by one of the three great masters of art in that period of independent thought? His Majesty the Angel of Heaven is really generous. No wonder the Bishop's face is so red today, as if he had drunk fruit wine."
When he heard the two names mentioned by his companion, Perot couldn't help but stand in awe.
Rasliol was the first of the three artistic masters of the independent period of thought. His works were hailed as the essence of the civilization of that era, and very few of his works were handed down to the world. Once genuine works appeared, they were highly sought-after, attracting rich people and nobles from all over the world.
They are all proud to own a piece of Lasliol's work.
But compared to the great artist Rasriol, the one mentioned above is easier to imagine.
If anyone in this world is asked who the "Angel of Heaven" is, even an ignorant child can give the answer "Vosini" without thinking.
Vosini is the only person qualified to hold the title of "Angel of the Gods".
No one knows whether "Vosini" is the surname or first name of the angel of heaven. They only know that he calls himself "Vosini". When and where he was born, no one knows.
No one knows how long the god made Vosini live. They only know that in earlier literary records, he was the mentor of Saint Morak, and Saint Morak was three pebbles (one pebble is 500 years old)
The saint who saved the Guangming Sect from water and fire.
No one knows whether Vosini, the messenger of the gods, can really talk to the gods. But his knowledge is as vast as the sea, and his predictions are all effective. If he does not have a pair of eyes from the gods, it may not be convincing.
He left behind many legends, and some of the legends about the birth of angels can even be traced back to the Creation War hundreds of thousands of years ago.
But legends are legends after all, and they are baseless things. Even giant dragons will turn into dust in hundreds of thousands of years.
Some people also say that Vosini was not a human being, but an immortal elf.
In fact, elves also age.
During Vosini's existence, the elves also changed through several dynasties.
If someone were to say that Vosini, the angel of heaven, was a fictional legend, everyone in the world would regard him as a fool.
Because of the angel Vosini, he is still active in various places.
Although his whereabouts are erratic, his existence can indeed change something for the rulers of this world.
He never dictates the politics of any country, nor does he interfere in wars.
But no matter which country or race he is from, he will be regarded as an honored guest.
Such a being sent a famous painting to their immediate boss, Archbishop Laurent, and it happened to coincide with the election of the Pope.
This amount of information is really huge.
"Ha, is it possible that the Bishop can really defeat Archbishop Steele this time and become the new...?"
The sensitive word "Pope" was stuck in his throat. After all, he was in the temple and Perot did not dare to say it.
"I don't know. Although Bishop Steele's winning rate is the highest among the ten candidates, the final result still depends on God's will... right? Lord Mark."
At this point, Perot's companion suddenly began to wink, as if to indicate to Perot to look behind him.
"Ahem!"
Perot turned around and saw a tall man with a horse face standing behind him. After recognizing who it was through his trademark wide chin, he immediately coughed.
"What are you two discussing?"
The man standing behind Perot now, glaring at the two of them, is Mark Andica, the deacon of the Third Grade Temple, and the direct superior of Perot and others.
The black-striped and white-striped priest's uniform belonging to the deacon of the third-grade temple can bring out a solemnity that seems to belong to a god when worn by others, but when worn by Mark, who is tall and horse-faced, it looks vulgar and funny.
Of course, such comments about Mark's appearance only dare to be circulated privately among low-level priests.
Perot couldn't help but feel glad that what they were discussing just now was not Mark's image today. Just a moment ago, the topic they were discussing was:
My god of light! In the sacred temple, there is a strange person who wears the priest's robes tucked into his pants?!
It seems that Mark didn't pay attention to his clothes after going to the toilet, and no one dared to remind him.
"Uh, no, it's nothing..."
Perrault and his companions wanted to deny it to avoid getting into trouble.
"You still say it's nothing? I heard clearly just now that you were discussing the general election privately! Is that something you little people can discuss?"
Mark raised his head and sprayed his big nose into the air, and then scolded Perot and the others: "You two are too busy, right? I have nothing to do for you recently. You have more time, right?"
Um, I just finished copying a volume of scripture this morning.
But this must not be said at this time. Perot knew what Mark would do based on his temper.
"We just finished copying a book this morning, this is just a rest..."
Damn it!
Perot looked at his companion with a broken heart. It suddenly occurred to him that this guy was actually a newcomer.
"Copying a book of scriptures is a big deal? Do you still want to rest?"
Mark sneered and interrupted what Perot's companion wanted to say next. He waved his long sleeves and raised three fingers at the two of them.
"Today, you two have finished copying from the 'Desong Chapter' to the 'World Chapter', a total of thirty volumes. Take a rest after copying."
"this……"
"Do you have any objections? If you have any objections, add twenty more volumes to make it complete."
Is this how you put it all together!?
Perot almost couldn't hold back his blood, but seeing that his companion didn't seem to be afraid of trying to refute this guy, he immediately stepped forward.
"No objection, no objection. Mr. Mark, if you have anything else you want us to do, let us do it!"
Perot's forehead was covered with cold sweat. After copying thirty volumes of scriptures, his hands would be paralyzed for half a day. Fifty volumes was an "important task" that could not be completed in one day.
"Well, Perot sees that you have a good attitude, so the extra twenty volumes will be waived."
Mark nodded, very satisfied with Perot's answer.
"There seems to be something wrong with the base of the La Belle statue in the lower left corner of the east hall. When you're done, go find someone to check it out."
"This is also..."
"Is there a problem?"
"No problem, no problem."
"Hmph! That's good."
After leaving these words, Mark turned around and walked away proudly.
By the way, after Mark turned around, Perot also discovered something: Well, this guy still hasn't taken out his long skirt from his pants.
"What should we do?"
The companion looked at Perot with a sad face. At this time, Perot wanted to beat this poor guy.
"What else can we do? Just do as he says."
Perot said angrily.
It is said that the first level of officialdom is overwhelming. What's more, Mark is the deacon of the third-level temple. If this guy fails to complete the tasks assigned by him, it will bring great misfortune to poor first-level chanting officers like them.
When the two chanters ran dejectedly to write the scriptures, the protagonist of their previous topic was not as happy as they said.
Nicarlo Roluolun, the seventh-grade Archbishop of the Holy Cathedral, the ruler of the three cities of Rody, Morphere and Bolin.
He was sitting on a bamboo recliner in his room with an expressionless face, staring at the oil painting in front of him through the sunlight coming in through the window.
He has been sitting in this position on the recliner for more than half an hour since he ordered people to lift the white gauze curtain covering the painting.
During this period he remained motionless, like a statue.
Luo Luolun stared at this painting by Rasliol. Facing an ancient painting, he could infer the author's movements and expressions when painting. He could easily see through the painting skills of the painting.
Counterfeit goods cannot be detected by his eyes at all. When it comes to the ability to distinguish the authenticity of ancient objects, Luo Luolun is ranked second, and no one in Noah dares to be ranked first.
Of course, the painting in front of him now is authentic.
The oil painting sent in the name of the angel is indeed the work of Lasliol.
The painting itself not only implements Lasliol's favorite painting style of intersecting reality and illusion, but there is also no problem with the detail that the signature is only in the lower right corner of the frame.
The painting skills and brushwork of the entire painting are consistent with the works of Lasliol that I have seen.
Counting this painting, he has collected six paintings and sculptures by Lasliol.
The angel said that he would use this painting to compensate for the damage to his beloved "Mission". Perhaps others might think it was enough.
But for Luo Luolun, this was not enough.
He didn't like Rasliol very much, or he didn't like Rasliol's style.
Luo Luolun only collects his works because this person is famous.
But if we want to measure the value of his collection in Laurent's heart, a painting by Rasliol cannot compare with the stained glass painting of the "Mission" created by an unknown hand.
It's just that this painting was sent as an apology in the name of the angel.
With that man's name, the significance of this Rasliol painting naturally escalates.
Even if I feel a little dissatisfied...
But he should still be happy, after all, now he can have something to do with that mysterious existence.
This feeling may come in handy in the future.
However, this idea was completely abandoned after Luo Luolun saw the content of the painting.
The gold-plated picture frame was a little dazzling in the sun, and Luo Luolun squinted his eyes.
Even though Luo Luolun's eyes were already a little sore at this time, he still refused to let go of any detail in the painting.
He vaguely felt that this painting sent by the angel was not simple.