The Principality of Byrne, Lake City, a small church in an unknown fishing village.

The morning light of mid-summer shines on the crystal-clear Silver Mirror Lake, and two or three fishermen walk towards the small church beside the village. Outside the humble stone gate, there are already many believers ready to pray.

Of course, it is impossible for a small fishing village to have so many believers. Many of them are residents of the surrounding villages and towns. Some even wear gold and silver, and are dressed in luxurious clothes-from the heart of the lake on the other side of the lake before the sun rises. I came here just to catch up with a short morning lecture.

The young priest holding the scriptures stood behind the rostrum. His black robe was washed off-white, and he was patched.

His sleepy eyes still had the same smile on his lips as usual, the kind and familiar believers greeted each other, and the more admired people were astonished by the age of the priest.

Just the moment he walked up to the podium, a rather excited old man suddenly got up.

"Excuse me ...?!"

The next second, when he found that the people around him were looking at themselves, the old man suddenly realized that he was the only one standing in the church.

The young priest was surprised, and then raised his hand with a smile and said: "It ’s okay, old gentleman, if you have anything you want to say, please say it-Holy Cross let us servants walk on the ground for him, just to answer believers Of doubt. "

"Please, please ..." The old man swallowed and sighed in his eyes, with incredible shock: "Do you really think that the wizard can also be blessed by God and become a believer in the Holy Cross ?!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a boo inside and outside the church—almost everyone had the expression "he really asked this" on his face, shaking his head in silence.

The priest waved his hand with a smile, first signalling the rest of the believers to calm down.

"Well, although you are the twenty-fourth person for this problem this month, but ... I think you will not give up unless I tell you why in person." Helpless smiled, the priest solemnly lowered his affairs Too early:

"Yes."

"why?!"

The priest smiled first, and looked at the old man gently.

"I believe that the reason why you asked 'why' is because the wizards have some mysterious knowledge and said some things that are very counterintuitive to you, contrary to the holiness of the Holy Cross in your heart, so you will ask why. "

The old man was stunned, and then nodded violently.

"So, do you know Brandon I?"

"Sage Emperor, of course I know!"

"He was regarded as a saint by the Holy Cross Church. But it was the wise, pious and wise Brandon who gave the wizards all the rights that an imperial citizen should have." The young priest said softly: "And today Al Kha His Majesty II added the post of 'Royal Wizard Advisor' in the Cabinet. "

"Why? Because they have knowledge that we don't understand; because the Holy Cross teaches us that having curiosity is not a terrible thing, what is truly terrifying ... is arrogant and arrogant ignorance."

Talking softly, like the waves splashing against the rocks, made the whole church quiet.

"In the past, there have been such beliefs that true believers must be illiterate, those who have not studied, and lived in the country all their lives ... they are the true lambs of the Holy Cross."

"I don't deny that these believers are simple and kind people, but this statement is obviously biased." The young priest gave a slight pause: "Because it will study, it is regarded as a sin."

"But mediocrity, how can we understand the will of Holy Cross by studying?" The old man retorted again.

"We can't understand the Holy Cross, it's never possible." The young priest shook his head, and a calm voice sounded in the church: "But we can learn to understand ourselves by studying."

"Through studying, we can understand how terrible sins are extravagance and waste, extravagance and greed; how terrible poison can be caused by excessive wealth and erosive enjoyment;"

"It also allows us to distinguish right from wrong, to clear things, to answer doubts, and to learn lessons; because a pure believer must be polite, love his family, and treat his friends well;"

"Through learning, we can know how happy we are to be humans, not beasts, to be the darling of the Holy Cross;

Not only do we live in happiness, but we can clearly know how happy we are by comparing with beasts and birds. "

"This is the meaning of learning. Forever ... there will never be a kind of knowledge in this world, which is full of sin; sinners will always abuse and misuse knowledge, arrogant arrogant people."

"Ignorance ... is the most terrible sin."

The old man's expression was shocked, but he still refused to sit down: "This is the wish of Holy Cross ?!"

"This is my understanding." The young priest shook his head and smiled implicitly: "As for the will of the Holy Cross ... Maybe I can't spy on one or two if I study all my life."

"But at least through learning, it made me realize clearly ... I am still ignorant and guilty."

The words just fell, like a flame falling into the oil pan, causing an uproar in the church!

Newcomers, old people, locals and outsiders ... the believers were almost immediately divided into two groups with bright flags, and they yelled angrily at the other side, only because they were in the church, they dared not resort to boxing.

Facing the noisy and noisy church, the young priest still disregarded it, standing behind the podium and devoting himself to arranging the scriptures, turning a blind eye to everything around him, as if already commonplace.

At this moment ...

"boom----!"

With a muffled sound, the church door was knocked open.

The noise stopped immediately, and when everyone was unclear what was happening, a group of guards in armour, armed with flag guns and shields, suddenly flooded in, draining the water surrounding the church.

A moment of silence, the faces of believers looking at each other almost immediately showed a look of panic and uneasiness.

The equally stunned young priest stood on the podium, his face ignorant.

"What's going on, what are they doing ?!"

I don't know where it sounded, so that the church that was still in doubt immediately sounded a storm!

"I know this group of people. They are the church guards of the Bayern Cathedral and they came from the Red Blood Fort!"

"Who brought them in?"

"Come from the cathedral, shouldn't it be to catch the priest ?!"

"Which **** told the secret, if you have the courage to complain, you will have the courage to stand up!"

"This lord, I am the baron of Lake City, the tax officer of Count Ramallos, and I assure you that this priest can never have any problems!"

"And me! I am a city defense officer in Stormwind. I can guarantee you in the name of our Earl of Glenwell!"

... Noisy, questioning, roaring, panicked believers not only did not flee furiously, but confronted the guards who blocked the church; several nobles, apparently knights, stood on both sides of the podium, and became the little priest. "Guard".

"The farce ends here."

A sigh sounded from outside the door.

Almost at the same time, the guards on both sides of the gate gave way, and a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red rimmed priest costume walked into the small chapel. The muddy floor left the pair of elk-skin boots with few places to settle.

A glance at the mud on the hem of the eyewear and the edge of the boot, the middle-aged man with a slight frown took a lake-blue scarf handkerchief from his arms, sighed and wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and the jewel on his neck shook and fell.

Looking up, the middle-aged man's eyes accidentally touched the young priest, so he smiled a little embarrassedly: "... Good morning."

"Good morning, Sierviks." The young priest nodded and waved at the believers around with a smile: "Everyone, don't be nervous. This is the deacon of the Sierviks in the Imperial Capital, the archbishop of Innocent. The right assistant will definitely not hurt everyone. "

Soft words have no effect.

The disagreement between the Duke of Byrne and the church is no longer a secret among the people and nobles of Byrne-who knows the "deacon" lord who came from this emperor, who ordered it and what calculations he made.

"Yes, as the Plenipotentiary of Archbishop Innocent, I will never hurt you-in fact, we are still very close friends."

The middle-aged man smiled while making gestures between himself and the young priest, his eyes inadvertently fell on the old man in front of him, and his wrinkled face squeezed a smile.

"But first let me solve some personal problems ..." Frowning slightly, the middle-aged man took out a purse from his clothes and threw it to the old man:

"Thirty gold coins, your reward-we said yes, the servants of the Holy Cross will not deceive anyone."

"Thank you! Thank you! I must ... wait, what are you doing ?! Stop! Stop!"

Suddenly, the 20-year-old man caught the money bag falling from the air at an alarming speed and quickly squeezed it into his arms; before he looked up, the two guards lifted him directly and dragged him out of the church door.

"The servants of the Holy Cross will not deceive anyone, but they will not let go of any sinner who dares to deceive and frame a good person."

A disgusted glance at the old man dragged out by the guards. The middle-aged man said deliberately: "Malicious accusation, slander the clergyman-confess in the dungeon with your few lives left, untouchables!"

As the words fell, Deacon Hilvik sighed and turned to look at the young priest again.

Not only did the atmosphere inside the church not ease, but it also grew colder.

Not only did the deaccurate deacon not let them relax their vigilance, but they became more nervous; the nobles surrounding the young priest tightened their nerves and clenched the sword handles around their waists.

"I said that this farce is almost over."

Deacon Hillwick looked around for a week and sighed helplessly again: "You devotees of the Holy Cross, are you planning to kidnap our respected bishop, so that he cannot go to the Bayern Cathedral to complete the oath ceremony?"

Ok? !

bishop? !

The church was quiet again, but the believers who were just startled and angry were looking at each other at the moment, with different expressions, and they didn't know what to do.

"Here, Hilvik, are you kidding me, right?" The young priest, who had only reacted for a minute, stammered:

"It must be a joke. A priest in my district who has just finished his internship and has never held any priesthood in the cathedral. How is it possible ..."

"No, it's true-it's truer than real gold and silver." Looking at him deeply, Deacon Hilvik said in a deep voice: "To be honest, I still don't know exactly what happened; but I did get this order from the archbishop, and the letterhead has the seals of both the archbishop and the Duke Byrne. I ca n’t be wrong. "

"A day ago, you were accurately nominated by Bayern Cathedral twenty-seven hours ago. Three hundred priests with voting rights in the Bayern Church voted overnight. All three hundred votes passed, and everyone unanimously recommended you Become the new Bishop of Byrne! "

"Then I will wait for you to go to the Red Blood Castle, meet the Duke of Bain, and then take the oath of office at the Bain Cathedral, accept the scepter, the ribbon, the crown and the ring ... you will be truly and completely Bain Bishop. "

There was silence in the church.

"I, I still can't believe this kind of thing ... I am a little ordinary priest ... how is it possible ..."

"Whether you believe it or not, he is true." Deacon Hillwick showed a somewhat impatient expression, sighed again, and handed a delicate crescent white letterhead:

"This is a personal letter from Duke Byrne with the seal of Archbishop Innocent-if you still do not want to believe, we can go directly to the Red Blood Castle and confront Lord Loren Turin, Duke of Bion. "

When he heard the name of the dark-haired wizard, the expression of the young priest was dim.

"Fellow believers, please give way." Deacon Hilvik coughed and took his seriousness seriously: "The carriage is already waiting outside the door. Please be sure to arrive before the early morning of Red Blood Castle. The cathedral, meet with the Duke and hold an oath ceremony. "

"Can I wait again?" The young priest was still struggling: "I, I think I might need some time ..."

"I can wait ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Duke Byrne can wait, so can the Archbishop--but not Byrne, even the believers of Byrne."

Deacon Hilvik shook his head and looked to the sides with some direction: "The bishop's seat has been hanging for three years. How long are you waiting for these simple and kind people to trust you and love your believers?"

The young priest struggled for nearly a minute and finally sighed heavily.

The overwhelmed camel was put on the last straw.

The guards gave way to the gates, and the believers who confronted them also retreated to both sides of the church, vacating a spacious passage.

"May the Holy Cross bless you and bless you." Deacon Silverwick, who looked respectful, bowed his head and said aloud:

"The guide of the Lambs, the mentor of the Land of Knights, the incarnation of the saints, the bishop of Byrne ..."

"... the most devout devout, His Excellency Webb!"