Nanyu.

Han Cheng bowed deeply when he was led into the sanctuary. Like the rest of the cathedral, the room was magnificent. The walls were glittering marble and the floor was black and white mosaic tiles. The huge cylindrical spirals stretched upwards to the height of the vaulted ceiling decorated with stained glass. The tapestries depicting the life of the Holy Spirit were everywhere, and only a few tapestries exuded the smell of smoke and dust from the remains rescued from the fire.

In the center of the hall stood something similar to a huge painting, a replica of the huge blessing of the Holy Spirit, placed on the tilted shelf of the podium. On both sides of the pulpit, two huge piles of fire were burned, and the flames were maintained by four solemn saints in cloak. Their shaved heads were tattooed with the Holy Spirit's eyes that could see through everything. Behind the podium, sitting on the high carved cherry wood seat was the most powerful theocratic leader of the South and the South.

The theocratic leader had a normal appearance that was no longer ordinary. Walking on the street you would think he was an old man with an old and weak body, his hair was as color as snow, his eyes were listless and exhausted, his wrinkled skin was as thin as parchment, and he was so white that it was almost leprosy that he wore a black priest robe that looked a bit terrible.

A jade amulet stuck to the priest's throat, and his fingers were wearing a matching ring. He also surrounded his waist with a tight belt, a legendary belt of the Origin, which was said to possess a magical power, weaving the symbol of the Sword of the Holy Spirit, the legendary Sword of Creation, on his robe's chest.

Han Cheng noticed that the priest was very close to the fire and resisted his ungodly snickering. It was not the cold winter that lure him to do such a thing. One of the most widely circulated statements about the Black Death is that it was caused by the bite of a small black spider. The common method to drive away spiders is to create a fire.

"Mr. It is a great honor for me to accept your reception," Han Cheng said with a "respectfulness", and this tone is more of a mockery than respect. This is a distinction that is not overlooked. The saints hesitated when making fire, staring at him with a shock. The old man just moved his body on the chair, and the embers of life were ignited in his tired eyes.

"Your persistence has made me meet in person-so what do you want to say?" The old man let his last words drip from his tongue like venom, and his originally cloudy eyes have become sharper. "I am currently in seclusion and do not want to be disturbed. I am communicating with the great Holy Spirit, pondering his divine creed and asking him to help in the crisis that plagues our empire. Only God's help can eliminate this plague that tortures our body and mind."

A wry smile flashed across Han Cheng's face. He knew that the old man wanted to save his body and soul from the Black Death. As for others? Who would have time to care about them when he was facing death? "Please forgive me for disturbing your meditation," he said. "But I came here not to force others, but to provide services."

Hearing this, the old man immediately narrowed his eyes and showed a look of suspicion.

"The evidence I have obtained shows that there are conspiracies against His Majesty the South, and among these traitors is the Grand Patriarch Hartlefor."

The old man stood up halfway from the chair, trembling with anger, and gritted his teeth and scolded, "You dare to come here and accuse the most devout believers of God for doing such a thing..."

"I have evidence." Han Cheng roared. "I can get more, I can get as much as I need. If my words are not enough to impress you, then I think the guillotine of the Inquisition should be enough."

"The temple never compromises with secular authority, especially with the authority of an ambitious peasant, who will strengthen himself by blasphemy!"

Han Cheng shrugged helplessly. "I'm worried that you will have this attitude. The law can be changed, but why do we discredit the faith of the entire Holy Church because of a treacherous pastor?" Han Cheng's voice quietly contained a sly tone. "Or there was only one treacherous pastor?"

"Now you dare to frame me!"

Han Cheng looked at the angry old man and smiled slightly and continued, "I'm not targeting you, but your ex. I've heard some scandals about that person, and some unsightly letters about his experience."

Hearing this, the old man's face turned pale. The priest's body collapsed on the chair. He gestured to the saints present to tell them to leave the room. Han Cheng just watched them leave silently, his proud face full of victory.

"How much do you know?"

"The envoys in Yangning are very...curious," Han Cheng said mysteriously. "They have been investigating your ex's excessive behavior for some time. They mentioned that the person was associated with something called Night God and suggested that the anger at the Yangning Cathedral after dark was more of a depravity than a manifestation of depravity. Fortunately, a fire burned the cathedral, and your ex was burned down before the envoys decided to solve the problem themselves."

For a moment, the old man felt his hands weak and limp. His shoulders were drooping, and his body wilted on the cushion of the chair. "Why do you want to keep the secret of this information?"

"Hartelford was the enemy of His Majesty the South, but as a priest he became a special case. As you can see, I have no power to judge him. However, you know. I am not saying that you want to publicly condemn him as a traitor. Do whatever you like, just solve him. Quickly and permanently."

Han Cheng looked at the burning fire and sneered. "If you want, just say he died of the plague. There are many situations now."

The old man was struggling for a long time and finally nodded and agreed to Han Cheng's request. He was a complete realist, knowing that this was just the beginning, and this shameless charlatan would also use the secrets of the temple as long as they fit his purpose. Blackmail is a crime that has no end.

"What are you going to do with other accomplices?"

Han Cheng walked out of the fire. "They will be rounded up and dealt with. My spies were well placed in place, and now, we have one man in custody." He hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether he should name the fish he caught. His contempt for the terrified old man sitting in the middle of the flames made him determined. Even if the priest mustered up the courage to warn these accomplices--allow him to know who they were--their efforts to escape would expose him.

"My personal soldiers found a doctor on the dock and told an interesting story. He seemed to be treating a farmer, who had been hiding me for a while. After some persuasion, the doctor finally brought us into the hole where the farmer was hiding."

Han Cheng said while observing whether the old man opposite had any special reactions.

"Zheng Hongchang is in my hand," Han Cheng added accent to the three words when he saw the old man's unresponsive look. "Through him, I will find all these traitors and hang their heads on the Nanyu's city tower."
Chapter completed!