If the Holy See really stipulates that priests weighing more than 200 pounds are pigs that should be slaughtered, Archbishop Ram of the Cathedral of Maka Cathedral can almost sell two pork money.

But such a fat pig, who had difficulty even going to bed, was in the recommendation book of the Vatican Metropolitan Bishop, which was similar to the naked adherence to the doctrine, "Water pride, comparable to the ascetic monks of the Madaiora Theological Academy", and the touching comments of "poor bishops". After Augustine threw out the classic sentence that spread throughout Jupit in the future, the second sentence became even more sarcastic, "Article Ram, when accepting the verbal confession of the noble ladies, after they took off your large robe and squatted down, can you find the bird you hide in a large pile of compost?"

"Heaven, madman, blasphemer. Capture it and throw it to Warden Wat." Archbishop Ram was so angry that he was embarrassed. In Maka's pampering life, he was originally a lord who ruled a rich land. Later, he followed the advice of his uncle who served as the Cardinal Archbishop and became the priest of the Maka Cathedral. In just ten years, he became Marca's mind, and climbed at a speed comparable to that of the children of the front-line nobles in the empire. In his uncle's words, if you abandon the material wealth on the surface, you can become Wat's shepherd. This is Matt's richest man, whether spiritually, territorially and gold coins. In fact, this nephew has a good talent in conquering women and becomes a public lover second only to Viscount Hebbe.

"Put me into the Sacramentary Department." Augustine smiled.

"Saint Department?" Archbishop Ram frowned. In fact, he had begun to look at these uninvited guests very early, a young priest with a magician, a little loli who could be sold for a high price to raise for the nobles of the imperial capital, a beautiful lady with a sin that he needed to use his body to save, and three mysterious characters in the robe, vaguely aura of the undead, a dark undead? Who in the province of Marceau had the courage to rush into the Maka Cathedral with flashy necromancers? It was just right to scold this group of lunatics.

In private, Ram appreciates the provocations in the mouth of the young priests, looking for a bird in the fat meat? What a vivid metaphor.

"I heard that Archbishop Ram and Deputy Governor Debussy signed the approval for the Mississy Underground Arena together. Now Mississy has had a little trouble. Does Archbishop Ram, who is going to successfully jump into the central system of the Holy See, aren't worried at all? He dares to run to Jupit City without wiping his butt?" Augustine mocked.

Mrs. Quentin's dark gold dagger, Lu Si's sickle, was still resting on the middle-aged bishop's neck. There were a large number of miscellaneous knights who were eating and waiting to die in the Maca Cathedral. They had no combat power at all. They were simply a pile of inferior clay pots that were not even considered vases. Otherwise, Mrs. Quentin would never have held the bishop so easily.

"What does it mean?" Archbishop Ram waved his hand and drove all the knights out, signaling to close the door.

Augustine was a little surprised by the courage of the fat pig and also signaled Mrs. Quentin to let go of the bishop. This was the standard posture of aristocratic negotiations. Augustine missed such a scene. During the three years of the Night Watch organization, there were very few opportunities to sit down and chat with heretics or dark species. They fought very directly, just like beasts thrown into the arena. Otherwise, Augustine would not be the executioner butcher, but the young version of the Teutonic giant.

"I have met and chatted with your uncle." Augustine took out several backup materials from "Sardinian Doctrine", all related to Archbishop Ram and Mississy. There are Madame Fiona's contributions and the confession of Housekeeper Louis. In short, it is sensitive things that can drag Ram down when he is handed to the Holy See's Ministry of Faith. The only difference is in whose hands, because if these things are in the hands of a civilian, even if there are ten thousand copies, they cannot be handed over to the Ministry of Faith. Everyone in the empire's people are equal? ​​Every few years, there are always one or two radical thinkers who like to shout slogans are invited to the Ministry of Saints and are brainwashed. The "lucky" of a family can guarantee that they can save their lives as a coolie in the theoretical research room of the Ministry of Saints. Those who do not have the * are tortured into complete madness.

Ram did not pick up those materials. His brain was very useful and was much more flexible than his bloated body. He remembered clearly what great achievements he had done over the years. He was not curious about the documents in the hands of this young man. He was curious about the extent to which the intersection between the young man and his uncle reached. Although his uncle was a cardinal with relatively weak real power in the Vatican Church, no noble in the Holy Empire could ignore the right to speak for a cardinal. The cardinal was a great figure far more prominent than the chief executive of a county and province. Having such an uncle has always been Ram's greatest gratitude to God when he prayed.

The fat archbishop stared at the young priest of unknown origin, trying to find clues from the noble mask.

"Stop guessing, who do you want to see the least, whoever you are the one who is the least likely to appear here, I am." Augustine smiled and threw the information on the table, shaking the candlelight.

Archbishop Ram's face instantly turned into a pig's liver, and his narrow eyes embedded in fat were filled with fear and doubt.

"I don't want to have unpleasant little friction with your Archbishop in Cardinal, and I don't want you, who have just been promoted to the capital, to be cast on the first day of your term in office." Augustine said in official emphasis and seemed to be inconvincing.

"Duke Rottenchild, you continue." The fat man said with a smile. He did not use the respected great consul, but chose a very rare and unappropriate title.

Augustine handed the fat man a book, "Teachings", which was the work of his godfather, Saint Iyetta.

Archbishop Ram was stunned for a moment and took over the "Teachings", but he didn't know what the final intention of this young master who made waves in Marceau County was. For the first time, Ram felt that his head was not enough when dealing with a nobleman.

"Marceau County only needs a classic." Augustine smiled.

Fatty Ram's face continued to change, from subtle doubt to enlarged suddenness to final shock.

He was not stupid and knew what the traitor descendants of the Rottenchild family wanted.

The fourth giant of the Sacramentary Department, if he wanted to become the true papa (the father of the spirit) in the county of Marceau, was like the saint Iyetta who was supreme in several major counties and provinces in the northwest of the empire, it was never easy, nor even simple.

"I can guarantee that "Teachings" will become the mainstream official classic of Watt and several nearby city cathedrals, but." Ram was embarrassed.

"You just do what you can do, as for the result, it is God's will." Augustine said meaningfully.

Ram carefully glanced at the priest who was invisible in appearance, and couldn't help but sigh secretly that the young people who came out of the Luotong Child family were indeed a combination of genius and madman.
Chapter completed!