Winters also became alert when he heard Kaman's words.

Previously, the old man Hudd bowed to the surroundings, and many members of the Wenduoer tribe also stood up to give him a gift. At that time, Winters had already keenly realized something was wrong.

"Damn!" Winters complained, "The old man said they made a living by providing other tribes with 'necessities'. Could it be a sacrament for what he said 'necessities'?

But facing Father Kaman, he acted indifferently.

"Don't say it came a thousand years ago, so what about it ten thousand years ago?" Winters asked casually: "What does it have to do with the current Heard tribes? What impact will it have on the present?"

Sure enough, Kaman got hooked. Seeing Winters' indifferent look, Kaman was so angry that he couldn't even hit him.

"You...you...you are so arrogant! The unbeliever!" Father Kaman, who was just pretending to be a master, his emotional defense was once again disintegrated:

"Can't you think with your insensitive mind? 'Does this heretic sect, recognized as extinct, have been found to live well in a land of barbarians and paganism', what does this mean to the Grand Duke Church?"

Kaman's face turned red after saying a long list of words in one breath.

Winters once again demonstrated his qualities as an excellent tactical commander, accurately seized the opportunity of Kaman's ventilation and interrupted in at the right time.

He rigorously corrected Kaman: "Father, if I were you, I wouldn't have described the old man's A Yinle as 'living well'."

"This is not the point at all!" The felt tent was not soundproof, so Kaman tried his best not to yell, and his voice became a little hoarse:

"The point is that we all believe that the Arians have become extinct, and they who uphold the heretic creed were rejected by the Lord and eventually disappeared.

"But the existence of that old man not only proves that the Arians are still alive, but also that they took root in this land not only earlier than you, earlier than me, but also earlier than the Catholic Church, earlier than the New Reclamation people, and perhaps even earlier than the Palatus people's settlement!

Kaman became more and more angry: "I can't figure out how much our teachings are mixed in the Hed people's faith, nor how much our things are left in the old man's faith. You... you brought a pot of hodgepodge to me, but you knew nothing about it..."

"What's wrong with the hodgepodge?" Winters was furious: "The hodgepodge is the best!"

"Don't mess with me!" Kaman's back teeth were almost bitten to pieces.

"Retract your insult to the hodgepodge first!"

Kaman suddenly pulled off the sleeve on his left and wrapped the ripped sleeve on his fist without saying a word.

"Okay, OK, OK, OK..." Winters understood that the priest Kaman wrapped his fist in a cloth, because he was afraid of killing himself directly, so he was so moved that he burst into tears - of course, it was the swollen eye, and he surrendered quickly: "Look at you, you're anxious!"

Kaman didn't say anything, nor did he untied his sleeves wrapped around his fist.

"But you don't overreact." Winters continued to test carefully: "It's all pretending to be a ghost... Uh, it's all crafts that satisfy a certain need of people, and they influence each other. Isn't it normal? If you pour wine into the water, then the wine and water will naturally mix together and cannot be separated."

Winters paused and joked, "This is very consistent with the teachings of the Arians."

Carman looked at Winters' intact eye.

"But." Winters immediately returned to the topic: "According to your words, the Arians have been spreading in the Hud tribes for countless years, which means that this matter is no big deal. You don't have to pay too much attention."

"No. It's no big deal, it's because no one knows it." Kaman said in a serious tone: "Since I know it now, it's different."

"What does it mean?" Winters pretended to be surprised: "Are you hinting that I want you to silence?"

"Yes." Kaman moved his shoulders: "Come on."

"What are you thinking? How could I do it?" Winters raised his face and solemnly warned Kaman: "Remember, don't make such jokes again in the future."

Kaman sneered.

"But then again, I still don't understand. Even if you know, what's the difference?" Although Winters was the more swollen facial soft tissue in the conversation, he also controlled the rhythm of the conversation. He brought the topic back on track and asked indifferently: "So what if the Arians spread here a thousand years ago?"

Winters quipped, "Can you want to tell me that because you know this, the Huds in the Great Wasteland have transformed themselves into believers of your Lord? They have also become heretics of the public church?"

Unexpectedly, Kaman replied with a serious look on his face: "I didn't say they are all."

Winters looked Kaman's expression carefully and confirmed that the latter was not joking.

"Are you really thinking about... putting the Hurds into your flock?" Winters felt it was extremely ridiculous.

"Of course not." Kaman shook his head.

Winters had just breathed a sigh of relief, and only heard Kaman speak again.

"This matter can only be judged by the Pope," Kaman said solemnly: "Which Huds are believers? Which Heds are pagans? Which believers are heretics? Which are pure lambs? These issues are important and cannot be argued with by me. I must report to the Archbishop and hand the matter over to the Cardinals and to the Pope."

When Winters saw Kaman's eyes, he understood that Kaman's attitude was serious and unshakable.

"Friend." Winters sighed and rubbed his swollen eyes in distress: "You will cause me a lot of trouble."

"I'm sorry." Kaman lowered his head and his shoulders also lowered, and he said apologetically: "This is my duty and duty."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Okay." Winters understood that Kaman had decided, and was not confused. He smiled and spread his hands: "That's all that is possible."

"You..." Kaman looked up and asked in disbelief: "Don't you try to convince me?"

"Will you be convinced by me?"

"……Won't."

"Well?" Winters sighed again: "Who made me unable to convince you and unable to bear to silence you?"

Kaman almost choked to death by saliva.

"But." Winters said seriously: "I also have a suggestion, I hope you can listen."

"I knew..." This time it was Kaman's turn to sigh.

"Suggestions, just suggestions."

"explain."

Winters pondered for a moment, speaking restrained and cautiously: "Before you report to your bishop, I hope you can inform the Reform Commission that you will report this to the Cardinal."

Kaman's voice was weak: "I have said it many times. The Reform Commission no longer exists..."

"The Reform Cult, the Conservative Cult... whatever name you call, what layer of skin you wear, you don't have to play word games, you know what I'm talking about." Winters waved his hand and interrupted Kaman: "I just suggest that you ask for your 'friends' opinions before the official report."

Kaman was silent. After a while, he frowned and asked, "Why? I have told you that the mission of the Reform Council does not include preaching. The old man's church has nothing to do with the Reform Council."

"How come you know it's okay?" Winters asked step by step: "You just said, 'I don't know'. You and I can both find traces of the Aliusites. Can the monks of the Reform Cultivation Order be discovered? How dare you conclude that the monks of the Reform Cultivation Order will not have a relationship with these Aliusite believers?"

Kaman fell into silence again, and after a moment, he raised his head: "I can't assure you anything."

"It's okay." Winters smiled and spread his hands: "It's enough to do what you think is right."
Chapter completed!