"Priest, you have to make the decision for me. Those unruly people dare to ignore the Lord's reputation and beat a devout believer in the street. This is blasphemy and they should be punished."
The St. Ether believers rushed into the cathedral by familiar means, dragging the familiar priests and crying.
"Brother Calder, I deeply sympathize with your situation, but there is nothing I can do about this matter."
The priest apologetically rejected the cry of the Saint Etherian.
"Powerless? What do you mean?"
Calder was dumbfounded. The script was wrong. Shouldn't you say that God's reputation is inviolable, then mobilize a small team of Holy See knights to fight back, beat those bastards to pieces and compensate for his losses?
This priest had a really good relationship with Calder, and he couldn't bear to see his beating go in vain, so he lowered his voice.
"Bishop Alva and Brother Jason are targeting the medical clinic, not the restaurant. Just last night, all the medical clinics were moved into the manor outside the city and the Angibena Hospital was established.
And that manor is the private property of the Conclave of Witches."
The two names of Angie Beina Hospital and Witch Conclave, this priest bites very hard, with undisguised hatred on his face.
"Anjibena Hospital? A coven of witches?"
Calder's eyes almost popped out of his head. As a professional who is very close to the Holy Ether Church, he naturally knows many inside stories that ordinary citizens do not know. There are two major forces in Solo City, the Holy Ether Church, which they are not willing to provoke easily.
Number one is of course the Sauron family. As the supreme ruler of the Manyu military leader, they are unwilling to provoke even the most powerful dragon.
The second one is the secret meeting of witches. Of course, this does not mean that the relationship between the two parties is harmonious enough to be friendly neighbors. Both parties secretly want to uproot each other. But judging from the current situation, it is impossible to do so without the support of the Phelan family.
to this point.
Otherwise, the result of this can only be a lose-lose situation for both sides. A piece of fat meat is left in vain and cannot be eaten. Now you can only pretend to be deaf and mute and turn a blind eye to the other party.
Although the priests of the Holy Ether Holy See stationed in Manyu Army do not want to admit it, they have to face the fact that since the powerful military leader of the Witch Conclave took office, there have been overt and covert struggles in all aspects.
The Holy See is in a passive and weak position.
For this reason, His Excellency the Pope has expressed dissatisfaction in private. If the old Pope cannot change his current situation or special opportunities before he is called by the God of Truth, Cardinal Alva may not even be qualified to run for the next Pope.
Now that Calder has poked two, the Saint Ether Holy See will come forward, and that's what makes it so. His plan was in vain.
Calder asked unwillingly: "Is there no other way to think of?"
"No."
The priest shook his head without hesitation. It was a big hornet's nest. His little arms and legs would only end up being involved in it, and there would be no bones left.
What's more, the two high-level officials of the Holy See are targeting medical clinics, not restaurants. Now that the medical clinics have moved away, if you make trouble in front of other restaurants, that's the act of a hooligan.
If the Holy See comes forward again, it will not be like putting a shit basin on its own head. For the Holy See who cherishes its own feathers very much, there is no way to hide from such a thing!
Seeing that Calder still looked unwilling, the priest chased after him.
"Don't mess around, otherwise the bishop won't be able to protect you. Just be patient for a while. I heard that the Andis man provoked a big shot from the royal capital. It was he who asked the bishop and Brother Johnson to take action at the same time.
He won't give up easily, you just need to wait for the news."
"Besides this, what else can we do?" Kalder said with a grimace.
It seems that this fight was in vain. Without the banner of the Holy Ether Church, he would be just an insignificant person.
…
Brother Johnson's rose garden.
It was late winter, and the back garden of this rose-loving monk was still as warm as spring, with flowers in full bloom. It was like a huge greenhouse.
This greenhouse is the most criticized place of Brother Johnson. As a monk who has sworn to dedicate everything to the God of Truth, it is nothing more than having a hugely expensive greenhouse behind his house. It is just for growing flowers. Many nobles and nobles
None of them are that extravagant. It is said that the amount of black flint burned every day is measured by oxcarts.
However, Brother Jason went his own way and ignored the pressure from both the secular and the Holy See. He kept the greenhouse in an orderly manner and spent nearly half of his time in it every day.
Your Excellency Swindi, the fourth heir of the Adolf family, was furious in Brother Jason's greenhouse at this moment, "You mean to let it go?"
Brother Johnson is a tall middle-aged man, but the white hair on the sideburns and a trace of crow's feet show that he is actually older than his appearance indicates. His face is kind and kind, which makes people think of him at first glance.
Trust and goodwill.
It has to be said that in terms of image engineering, the Holy See of Saint Ether is very good. The image of those who appear outside, such as bishops, monks, and missionaries, is basically the same, because handsome appearance is easier to win the favor of strangers.
As for those with a poor image, most will become priests, monks, and ascetics, working within monasteries and churches, and most will not change throughout their lives.
Brother Jason was dressed in the most common white linen, spotless, and his beard and hair were meticulously groomed, showing the personality of the master. At this moment, he was holding garden shears, carefully pruning the bad branches of his beloved roses, and after finishing his work, he glanced at Swindi.
.
"Friends, you have to be patient in everything. Only with patience can you grow the best roses in the world."
I'm not here to learn how to grow roses from you. You think everyone is like you, holding roses as treasures. That's something only women like.
Swindi resisted the onset of his chuunibyou, but his tone was no longer as respectful and polite as it was at first.
"This is a kind of connivance! This is a kind of cowardice! When I was in the royal capital, I heard that there was a problem with the preaching in Manyu Parish, and it was suppressed by the group of female lunatics. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to be true.
The reason why they are so arrogant is because of your cowardice and connivance."
Although Swindi tried his best to restrain himself, his venomous tongue was really difficult to control, and he unknowingly started to smell like a squirter.
Even though Brother Jason was well-educated, he was still in trouble at the moment. Although some of the things the other party said were true, he was still unhappy about being slapped in the face, and his expression suddenly became cold.
"This is the final decision jointly made by Bishop Alva and I. It will not be changed. Maintaining the stability of the diocese is far more important than your personal grudges. Young man, I would like to advise you not to speak nonsense. This is the commander of the Manyu Army.
It’s not the royal capital, and the situation here is far more complicated than you imagine. Our tolerance is not selfish at all, and is entirely for the consideration of the Holy See. Don’t regard our patience and humiliation as cowardice.”
At the end of the sentence, Brother Jason had obviously increased his tone, showing a trace of dissatisfaction.
"It's not the same." Swindi muttered in his heart. He knew that his bad talk had caused trouble again. Now he was afraid that if he said bad words, the other party would not intervene again. This old fox obviously didn't want to take the responsibility of a head-on conflict with the witch secret meeting. He would wait any longer
If you go down, you are just asking for trouble.
After a few words of business-like agreement, Swindi left full of anger.
Brother Jason's expression became even colder. He shook his head and muttered to himself: "Have young people become so self-righteous today? Do you really think that jihad is so easy to fight? No matter how bad peace is, it is better than war. If the Holy See really treats us
If you are dissatisfied, we have been abolished and replaced a long time ago, and you are still using a young boy like you to dictate what we do, Boris."
A man dressed in a black linen robe and dressed as an ascetic monk appeared like a ghost and saluted respectfully: "Your Excellency."
"Keep an eye on him and don't worry about other things, but I don't want to see him use the name of the Holy See to seek personal revenge. This is not what a qualified Holy See knight should do."
Brother Johnson is obviously not as idle as he appears to the world. Cardinal Alva is the highest leader of the Holy Ether Church in the leadership of the Manyu Army, and he is on an equal footing with Cardinal Alva behind the scenes.
What he controls in his hands is the nemesis of the warlocks - the Sword of Holy Ether.
"Yes, sir." After the black-robed ascetic monk finished his salute, he disappeared again without a sound.
That's right, it means disappearing. The whole person just disappears from sight silently. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is miraculous, but in the eyes of warlocks, it is not so miraculous.
This black-robed ascetic is obviously a light warlock with the ability to control light. He does not really disappear. He just uses his magic power to distort the light around his body, creating a stealth-like effect.
Brother Jason was not surprised and once again concentrated on pruning his roses, as if no big thing was more important than his roses.
…
"A bunch of trash! Cowards!" Swindi obviously didn't know that there was an invisible man following behind him. After leaving Brother Jason's greenhouse, he was still cursing angrily.
As for whether he was scolding the Holy Ether Church headed by Brother Jason or Sean, who took refuge in the witch conclave, only he knew.
When the new captain of the bodyguard saw Swindi's appearance, his heart suddenly suddenly jumped and he secretly screamed, "It's terrible."
The grumpy young master of his family is obviously in a bad mood, and nothing good will happen if he goes up now. He is scolding the person who came to the door bloody, but the money has been collected, so he has to do things for others. This bottom line, he still has
of.
After hesitating for a long time, the new captain of the guard finally said: "Sir, someone wants to visit you."
"No," Swindi said angrily, "No, all of them, a bunch of vulgar and incompetent people, what's the use of seeing them."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The new captain of the guard touched the beads of sweat on his forehead, guessing who had offended his young master, and thinking carefully about his words.
"The man claimed that he was the personal bodyguard of Palester, the second heir of the Feren family, and said that he could help the Lord in the predicament he was facing.
"Patram's personal bodyguard? What's his name?"
"It seems to be called Conrad!"
"Where is he now?"
The new captain of the guard also breathed a long sigh of relief, as he no longer had to spit out the silver coins in his mouth.
"He said he would wait for us at the hotel we rented."
"Let's go back and see what they want to do!"
Swindi hurried back to the hotel with his captain of the bodyguard.
Swindi is now completely isolated and helpless, but it is impossible to give up.
Hearing that the chief of personal guards who was the second heir to the Feren family wanted to see him, he was naturally grasping at straws. There was no way that he would come on his own, as he naturally represented his master.
As for the relationship between the other party and Angie Beina's family, Swindi not only did not complain about it, but instead took a high look at it.
As one of the heirs to the aristocratic line, he knows the inner workings of the family. It is normal for heirs to fight each other. It is a rare phenomenon to love each other like a small family. Swindi has never seen it until now.
When they actually met, Swindi's airs became calm again, looking calm and unhurried.
"Where's Patram? Why doesn't he come to see me in person?"
"The Baron has been well-known to the Viscount for a long time. He should have paid a visit in person, but he is busy with military affairs and cannot leave his post without permission, so he can only send me here."
Conrad replied in a neither humble nor condescending manner, "If there is a chance in the future, the Baron will definitely come to visit you personally."
"Oh? Military affairs?"
Swindi immediately took a high look at Patram, whom he had never met before. Whether he had military power in his hands was the watershed for measuring a successor.
There is no doubt that those who hold military power have a greater chance of transitioning from heirs to family heads.
After a while of useless greetings, the two found a lot of common interests and topics. At the same time, after a while of tracing, they discovered that Swindi and Patreme had a slight blood relationship, and the relationship between the two parties suddenly became much closer.
"Mr. Conrad, when I was sent a message earlier, he said that he could help me solve my dilemma. I don't know if you have any advice."
Although it was scratching and uncomfortable in his heart, after Swindi worked hard, he suddenly remembered that as a qualified noble, he could not lose face at any time.
Conrad cursed secretly and wanted to save face and suffer the consequences, and said with a calm expression: "My family was very sympathetic after hearing about the matter, so I came back to see if there is anything I can do to help. After all, we are local gangsters.
Understand the local situation better.”
"Hey, it's really embarrassing!" Swindi looked sad and angry, "I didn't expect that the situation under Manyu's army was so chaotic. In the blink of an eye, my captain of the bodyguard turned out to be someone else's servant. When I went to the city hall, the city hall asked me to show
The evidence, a living person was placed there, and he actually asked me to present the evidence. I have never heard of such a ridiculous thing, and there is no place to say it is reasonable. The world is really dark!"
Swindi went to the medical center to ask for help. After getting frustrated, he did not go directly to the Holy Ether Church, but to the city hall of Solo City, hoping to take the official route.
The city hall dealt with it impartially, but the problem was that Swindi asked for proof that the bun was his captain of the bodyguard, Herbert Selter. These days, there is no photo, no ID card, and no physical evidence at all.
In addition, the Butcher of Valesta is an outsider with no acquaintances in the area. He always wears sealed heavy armor in the gladiatorial arena. Now he is disfigured and disfigured. In addition to being similar in height, he does not even have a witness.
The most important thing is that the Butcher of Valesta did not recognize himself as Sir Herbert Salter. When he saw Baozi, he completely turned into Baozi.