The nobles distributed invitations in the name of the family, held a party, and placed the treasured (robbed) crystal relics in the most conspicuous place in the banquet hall, and then invited friends and colleagues to enjoy food and red wine while admiring them.
A crystal clear treasure.
This may sound incredible, but it actually happens in upper class society.
Gradually, this trend entered the royal family. King Guy VI and Queen Mary, imitating the aristocrats they knew well, began to decorate the palace with the theme of treasured (yes, stolen) crystal relics.
Hold a banquet and invite the wealthy and distinguished people in the Yinhuan Kingdom to gather together.
This move can be regarded as completely pushing the popularity of crystal holy objects to a climax.
In the days that followed, civilians gathered together in private taverns, hotels, chambers of commerce, and in rural villages and towns, and the topic they talked about the most turned to the topic of "treasures from the north."
People praised each other eloquently.
What children like to hear most is the adventure stories on the way to treasure hunting; what young people like to talk about most is the priceless treasures; what the elderly care about is the mysterious efficacy and sacred brilliance of holy objects.
In the huge Silver Ring City, there was only one person who did not participate in this popular feast, but instead fell into great anxiety.
Bishop Fabian touched the top of his head and concentrated on reading the report on the sacred objects compiled for him by his subordinates.
The holy relics that should have been presented to the Pope have ended up in the secular royal family and nobles. Although the main responsibility is not on you, once the archbishop and cardinals of the diocese learn about this, you will definitely be the first to be unlucky. The top priority is,
It's about trying to remedy the situation as soon as possible.
A sudden knock on the door made him raise his head in displeasure: "Come in."
The deacon opened the door, glanced at his boss's face, and whispered: "Father Paul is here, asking to see you."
The bishop frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "It's him again? Missing!"
Watching his men exit the room, the old man turned his attention to the report again.
In the Northern Islands, he repelled the pirates, captured the ship, and returned with a full load. Several events made him realize that the fastest way to obtain the crystal relic was to persuade Todd to go north. After thinking about it, the bishop picked up
He got paper and pen, quickly wrote a letter, took off the monolithic crystal mirror, rang the bell, and said to the subordinate who walked into the room: "Give this letter to Father Rupert and tell him to go as soon as possible."
manage."
Three days later, in the monastery library, Todd met the priest who had "exorcised demons" with him.
The first time Father Rupert gave Todd a bad impression, but after experiencing an "exorcism ceremony" and meeting again, the other person's attitude changed significantly. The original arrogance turned into enthusiasm, and the original hostility turned into
Became respect.
The two sat down at the table and after a brief exchange, the monk completely understood the other person's intention.
"The church hopes that he will go to the north again and bring back more crystal utensils."
I was secretly happy in my heart that the opportunity I had been waiting for finally came, but my face could not show any signs.
Todd touched the cross on his chest and shook his head. His trembling hands combined with his frightened face made him instantly feel guilty for forcing him to go north.
As if he was chatting with an old friend, the monk first avoided discussing whether he was willing to go to sea. Instead, he first told Father Rupert about his "experience in the north". The waves were huge, the rain was heavy, the hurricane was raging, and the barbarians were chasing him.
Kill. The plot is as exciting as the Hollywood blockbusters of the past. He just opens his mouth and makes the other party startled and startled along with his adventures (made up randomly) without even daring to take a breath.
"It is already a favor from Heavenly Father that I can return to my homeland. How can I dare to expect to receive the blessing of the Holy Spirit again?"
Todd's words touched Father Rupert's heart deeply.
The priest, who was devoted to theology and not good at scheming, immediately patted his chest and loudly promised the monk: "Don't worry! Brother Todd! I will write to Bishop Fabian right now and persuade him to find someone else to complete such a dangerous task.
Mission! It’s all on me!”
After hearing this, Todd's eyes froze and he thought to himself.
Why don't you act according to common sense?
According to the routine, you should persuade me again, I should put forward the conditions, and we will make a counteroffer, and the matter will be settled.
Why is it that only halfway through the routine, you just put on your pants and say no?
He smoothly brought the topic back to the original topic. While talking about his heart to the Heavenly Father and his gratitude to the church, Todd gave the other party a few subtle hints. If there were suitable conditions, he would consider going to sea again for the sake of the church.
Travel north again.
Under Father Rupert's repeated questioning, Todd slowly put forward his own conditions.
Three days later, St. Peter's Cathedral, Bishop's Interpretation Hall.
Bishop Fabian looked at the letter sent by Father Rupert, touched his forehead, and said with a headache: "First, he hopes to set up a church in Muxi Harbor to preach to the north; second, he hopes the church will allocate him materials and ships.
and weapons; third, do you hope that the church will send a knighthood of no less than 300 people as his bodyguard to resist pirates?"
The subordinates in the room looked at each other.
Someone who had been a member of the visiting delegation was grateful for Todd's good deeds, and plucked up the courage to say carefully: "Your Majesty Bishop, the fighting power of the northern pirates cannot be underestimated. Our people once fought against them eight to one and almost lost.
The journey to the north, to use the words in the letter, is full of dangers and a narrow escape is not an exaggeration..."
The bishop threw the letter on the table, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "The first two conditions are okay, but the last one, near the sea in the west, where can I find the Church Knights to be his escort? Even if I can
Find and go to the barbarian land in the north, who would be willing to undertake such a mission?"
Sitting back in his chair, Fabian raised his forehead with the palm of his hand: "It was clear that the first time he went to sea and he returned safely, but the second time he became so greedy for life and fear of death. It is necessary to give this kid a beating..."
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
After receiving permission, the deacon walked into the room and looked at the bishop with a grimace.
The latter sighed: "Is it that guy Paul again?"
The deacon nodded.
The bishop shook his head and asked helplessly: "Tell me, Father Paul, what is going on?"
The reporter looked around at the other people in the room, with a troubled look on his face.
Fabian waved to signal others to leave temporarily; he picked up the letters on the table and opened the drawer.
The deacon walked up to the bishop and whispered: "Father Paul said that Todd is a heretic and will launch a heresy trial against him!"
Bishop Fabian froze, turned his head in disbelief, and dropped the letter in his hand to the ground.