The young white-robed priest walked in the cumbersome church of St. John, just like a beginner who reads an obscure and difficult book of the Holy See. Without a familiar guide, he is prone to go astray. It seems that this priest, who was regarded as a shabby monk by the young nun, was not in a hurry. The moment of getting lost does not hinder his careful appreciation of the cathedral.

The young priest stopped, took out an exquisite golden pocket watch carved with densely packed ancient Latin, sighed, turned around, and walked back. He was a person with good memory, so he accurately returned to the aisle where he met his nun Charlotte. Perhaps the nun who had lived in the cathedral for 16 years would not know that the corridor had an unknown obscure name, "Hundred Flowers Galleries". She only knew that there was a flower on every piece of marble, but she did not understand that they were a collection of the empire's many family badges. It was the glory of ancestors, the hot power, and the glory of the heirs.

When the white-robed priest returned to the corridor, Charlotte, who had been in the spot for a long time, jumped to the middle of the corridor. The young priest ignored the occasional presumptuousness of a believer and did not stop her childish behavior. He just walked to the place where the "Fronti Classic" fell in Charlotte's hand, squatted down, reached out and gently stroked the slightly old flower badge.

Charlotte jumped to the end of the Baihua Gallery, turned subconsciously, and found the figure of the kind monk. He wanted to disappear immediately, but out of curiosity, and the first conversation made her think that the priest must be a pious and docile kind believer. She walked boldly towards the young priest who was paved on the marble floor at the hem of the white robe. She bowed, bent out of a gentle arc, and asked with a smile: "Are you lost?"

He gently withdrew his hand, raised his head, and smiled like the sunshine that shot from the church dome into the singing stand in winter. He nodded and said softly: "Can you lead the way?"

"Go to the library?" Charlotte had no reason to refuse his request. Although he vaguely remembered that he first asked about the direction of the conference room, the nun with simple thoughts immediately thought of the library not far from the conference room. The library was the only place open to the outside world for St. John's Church. Many scholars and philosophers or some art-like nobles like to borrow a book there. If you want a cup of milk tea produced from Condy, you can spend a leisurely afternoon. Occasionally, young priests who studied in the cathedral or seminary came to the library to stand for a day and remain silent in the sea of ​​books. However, of course, these people cannot afford a cup of royal milk tea that requires 5 Caesar gold coins.

The young priest smiled and said, "Go to the conference room."

Just as Charlotte was puzzled and dazzled, a noble old man in a bishop robe ran over without regard for his majesty, panting. The old man looked at the young man who stood up to pay tribute to him with complicated eyes, and sighed heavily in his heart. He might be the only guy in this cathedral who did not mock him and hated him. Charlotte looked surprised. She didn't understand why Bishop Pisa, who was in charge of the Pope's faith in St. John's Cathedral, wanted to stop here because of his unpreservation of the doctrine or because of his eyes.

This ordinary priest with a calm expression? St. John is not an ordinary cathedral. She is neither the main church of the imperial diocese nor the church in the diocese, but a royal exclusive church. The prefect and regulations must be set by the royal family. Therefore, although the Bishop of Pisa is only one of the nearly thousand bishops of the Empire, Charlotte once saw an archbishop of the East District give way to the Bishop of Pisa. The knowledgeable and prestigious Bishop of Pisa humbly salutes a poor young priest who has washed a robe countless times and looks awe-faced?

"I had received valuable teachings from the saint Iyetta when I was in confusion." Bishop Pisa whispered, as if explaining something.

The white-robed priest who had originally turned rigorously showed a sincere smile again, then looked at Charlotte, gave up a free seat sideways, indicating that she could start leading the way. Bishop Pisa was stunned for a moment and quickly gave up his position for Charlotte. Charlotte, whose little head was buzzing, walked in front in a daze, nervous.

Charlotte walked in the front, the young priest was half a position behind him, and Bishop Pisa walked completely behind the white-robed priest, opening a considerable distance.

The old man remembered the saint who voluntarily gave up the scepter of the Patriarch, the Cardinal Archbishop who was destined to be great in the history of the Holy Empire and the Vatican Church. Then the old man's eyes regained the back of the young man who was about five steps away from him. Is this the godson of the saint who could become the "papa" in the northwest cathedral? Is it the few young nobles in the eastern part of the empire who could enter the core of the power of the imperial capital? Why did he choose the Sacramentary Department, which is only a line away from heresy, rather than the future dean of the Maideola Theological Seminary, and the youngest high priest in the empire in the future? Why did he stain the blood of his family and send the elegant father, Duke Rottschild, to the guillotine?

The purple flower withered in the most disgraceful way.

The Luotong Child family, which lasted for 14 generations, died.

All the nobles of the empire were gloating or shaking their heads and regretting.

But the Empire, without exception, spared no effort to mock and curse the young man who abandoned his family and godfather.

The unbearable behavior of "Master Augustine" is circulating in the Augs Song City where the Rottenchild family is located.

In the entire empire, there is probably only the "betrayer" Augustine who has been practicing the aerial monastery in the air for three years, keeping the monks silent as usual.

"Is this his contempt for the Holy See and the Empire?" Fourth Secretary of State Palme looked up at the big clock hanging on the wall, and said in a deep voice, with anger. This powerful minister who was full of radical ideas in the two fields of Vatican reform and military rectification was not as afraid of the relatively strange Lord Hai Ji as his boss, "Rachel Tiger". She was just a symbol that was not deeply impressed in the mind of the Deputy Secretary of State. Moreover, the Sacramentary Department resisted with the strength of one part.

The entire Holy See is more concerned and focused on power than ** and the other 8th Houses. Palme does not believe that the plump woman sitting in the second seat really hopes that the Heretics Judgment Institute will have an additional institution, and it is also a "COSMO" that intends to sanction the entire Judgment Institute. Who wants a sword of Damoricos hanging above his head? Palme sneered in his heart. Who knows whether the protagonist who is about to enter the conference room will die in the dark wrist of his own people the next day.

One day the empire will not stage a ridiculous farce?

"I have asked Bishop Pisa to look for Augustine, the priest of Augustine." Archbishop Gemu sat at the right end of the rectangular conference table, hesitated for a moment, and called Augustine the priest. After all, he had been deprived of his title by the emperor. This is an unquestionable public fact. However, due to the identity of his godfather Iyetta, the Holy See has not been moved on the surface. But Gemu knew that many of the Holy See's powerful people who were jealous of Iyetta were yelling to expel Augustine's church members, and Gemu was not in a hurry to give this to him.

He gave his opinion and finally chose to stand in a neutral position. Even though he was one of the biggest scholastic differences in view of Iyetta during his lifetime, the old man was one of the same views as Iyetta. A Vatican priest, whether as an extremely noble cardinal archbishop or a low-ranking monk, should stay away from worldly struggles. In the end, Augustine was able to preserve his priesthood because there were too many wise figures like Gaimu in Vatican. In fact, on the contrary, it was just that the new Patriarch left a sentence in the hustle and boiling noise.

"Augustin is wasting our time. As the leader of the latest institution COSMO, this is the greatest irresponsibility." Privy Councilor Benjamin Burton also frowned. It seemed that Augustine, who caused disgust in the entire Jupiter City, brought this steady and conservative newcomer to the same front and Palme rarely to the same front.

COSMO, translated from Old Latin to the official language of the empire, means "order".

Isn’t a COSMO leader who is not punctual in his biggest ridicule of “order”? No wonder the always approachable Bishop Lord has made some harmless complaints.

"Benjamin Burton, are you questioning the decision of His Majesty the Emperor?" Sardi frowned. The minister was almost crazy loyal to Jupiter, and the degree of hatred of the Pompey family for pagans.

Benjamin Burton's face changed drastically. Without waiting for his explanation, Cardinal Archbishop Gaimo had already rescued the poor Priest, who was one step away from being dragged into the Sacramentary Department by a political enemy. "Mr. Deputy Secretary of State, Priest is just a statement of facts. With his piety and loyalty, he will never be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor. Well, let us wait patiently for the arrival of the priest. I don't want the future COSMO leader to see the scene of our quarrel as soon as he pushes the door open."

Benjamin Burton naturally did not dare to show hatred against Rachel's Tiger who held great power. He wisely transferred all his anger to the latecomer who was in a storm. Even though "Master Hai Ji" who was far away from the noble world showed a certain affection for Master Augustine, how could the smiling and crying faces of the upper-class circle be taken seriously? The shock caused by one of the three giants of the heretic rulings' initial strange attitude towards Augustine was faded after he recovered. After all, today's protagonist

It is just a common public enemy of the empire and the Holy See. What kind of uproar can a young man without a family? And it is rumored that Emperor Jupiter was also lukewarm with this Augustine, otherwise he would not have deprived his nobles of the title that he regarded as life. As for why a secret COSMO was born, well-informed nobles all believed that it was Emperor Jupiter who wanted to use the "dark hand" of the Sacramentary Department to let the last purple flower petals of Rotten Child disappear into the dust, in a silent and perfect way.

"Are the young masters nowadays impatient? The empire is really in danger." Lord Hai Ji, who is as plump as a mermaid, smiled. Her charm can never escape the suspicion of debauchery. The words she spoke in her mouth did not care about the thoughts of the cardinal and the Archbishop in the Cardinal beside her.

"Master Haiji." Sadi reminded with a cough.

All the bigwigs here are dissatisfied, but no one intends to take this woman's sensational speech seriously. Could it be that she threw this woman older than the Archbishop of the Cardinal into the Heresy Judgment? She is the top judge who came out from there!

The tall and plump female Lord Hai Ji curled her lips and continued to hold her cheek and dazed.

The two old guys Leston and Teutonic would definitely not come to join in the fun, it was so boring.

She gently curled a strand of blonde hair in her ears with her fingers on her cheeks. Looking around for a while, she didn't find a man who dared to face her, a group of cowardly and boring male creatures, and even the ambition to conquer the females of the superiors was exhausted by the comfortable and comfortable noble life?

The dark giant began to hope that the young and lovely Holy See butcher came to the conference room early, and that it would be fun if he could throw a few nobles or bishops here into the prison of the Sacramentary Department.

Should I become an ant that the fourth secretary of state can kill at will, or will it become a giant dragon that even the sacred spear Lesidun needs to open its eyes and look at it carefully?

"Mother of Ewe" squinted her eyes and slowly thought about this relatively interesting question.

At this moment, the young priest with mysterious identity in Charlotte's mind was approaching the conference room step by step.

When he saw the iconic building of St. John's Church on the way, he would always ask with a smile. Charlotte was happy to answer his questions, and every question and answer made Charlotte increasingly disbelief that he was a major character who was qualified to enter the conference room.

Bishop Pisa quietly followed behind the two young men,

The old man had listened to the teachings of Cardinal Iyetta, and he was sincerely grateful for this. He remembered that at the end of the conversation, the saint said a word that deeply remembered him: My godson, the child of Augs Sing City, would go further than me.

Above the saints?

The old man shook his head gently, feeling sad and sad inside, Lord Iyeta, the child in front of you must have disappointed you.

The royal knights headed by two emperors and knights guarded two rows of the corridors of the conference room, meticulous, dignified and majestic, which made Charlotte's last journey extremely trembling. Even the knowledgeable Bishop of Pisa couldn't help but hold his breath, especially when the old man saw the Royal No. 2 Knight who was usually seen behind Emperor Jupiter, wearing golden heavy armor that was dazzling like the sun, and a pair of face armor, only revealing a pair of eyes, luxurious and shocking. Bishop of Pisa bent down and arched his body, with heavy steps. The three finally walked outside the conference room door. Charlotte's face was pale. She knew roughly how powerful the big man inside the door was. For Charlotte, she wanted to say something to them, which was a luxury wish, and it was an ambition that was not allowed by the Lord.

Turning his head hard, Charlotte saw a warm face that was still peaceful and smiled at her, full of gratitude, which made Charlotte relax in an instant, forgetting that more than 20 unattainable empires were sitting in a chair and staring at the direction of the gate. Charlotte saw the young priest standing in the center outside the door, sorting out the ordinary robe that was poorer than all the priests of St. John, and then took out a badge that Charlotte had never seen in the cathedral wear, a very beautiful strange flower, but unfortunately it was one-third damaged. She suddenly remembered the pattern she saw when she picked up books in the corridor.

He pinned it to the chest of the robe and pushed open the door.

Cheap old white robes, severely worn deep purple badges.

Is he a down-and-out noble priest?

It suddenly lights up, extremely dazzling.

Charlotte reached out and blocked his forehead.

Half was the sunshine pouring from the sky through the dome into the conference room, and half was the hidden light of the people in the position. The proud or deep faces that Charlotte had seen alone gathered together one after another, making her turn away and take a few steps back in fear and panic.
Chapter completed!