The monastery is in an inconspicuous corner at the edge of the sanctuary.
Although it is a corner, the area occupied here is by no means small.
Although Kit is a cardinal, he has never been to the monastery even once.
Under the guidance of the deacon of the monastery, the black single-carriage and two-carriage carriage walked on the blue and black stone road without any bumps. Why? Because in this era, there will be two wheels built in the middle of the blue stone road.
Xiaogou, this is considered an early light rail.
Kit's hands were hidden in the long sleeves of his robe, and he was too lazy to deal with the deacon's enthusiastic flattery and smiling faces.
But the deacon didn't dare to stop, for fear of offending the most promising cardinal.
What he couldn't see was Kit's hand, tightly holding the iron-blooded cross in the dark.
Legend has it that this was worn by the first paladin during the first western expedition.
It was from that time that the Holy See established its own knightly order and it grew rapidly.
From that time on, the Pope found that the king's attitude towards him became more and more respectful.
The cross in your hand should be a sacred instrument, right?
But why does it not have any warmth no matter how I hold it?
Why did the old guy put it into his own hands?
Is it really because of trust?
Kit himself laughed when he thought of this.
The inexplicable smile made the deacon who was chattering there very strange. Did the bishop like to listen to the recipes of the ascetic monks? This puzzled him, but he immediately followed the topic and talked about it.
It's not trust, it's a test!
Kit firmed up his idea. This cross will one day be placed in his box!
"Sir? We're here."
The deacon reminded softly.
Kit looked out of the car expressionlessly and walked out.
"This is?"
"Yes, this is the monastery."
"I heard that driving is not allowed in the monastery?"
"Well, yes, it has been for hundreds of years. Although it is a bad rule, it has always been followed."
Kit looked back at the deacon: "So, aren't you working very hard?"
The deacon was almost moved to tears: "Thank you for your understanding, hard work is deserved. The monks here have even harder work, but because they have been strictly observing the rules, we can only accompany them to observe..."
Kit smiled: "I will also abide by the rules here."
The deacon felt relieved at this time. He was just worried that Kit would offend those old stubborns if he didn't obey the rules. Those old guys would not give the adults any face.
Kit looked at the deacon: "You are good. If I have a chance, I will find a way to change your position."
The deacon's heart melted, he thanked him repeatedly and his attitude became more humble.
The two of them walked through the ascetic monastery, as if they were walking in a mental hospital. Everyone they saw was ascetic monks wearing linen robes, but their behavior was indeed different from ordinary people. They did everything, and...
Some were bare-chested and whipped themselves with wattle sticks.
The deacon walked quickly, fearing that these people would bump into the bishop.
“It’s so neat!”
"Yes, these people can't see any color. Not even a flower grows here. They are afraid that they will be tempted in the slightest."
Kit shook his head: "It is hard, but it may not be possible to cultivate."
The deacon didn't understand, but he didn't dare to say anything.
So the two of them went straight to the deepest part of the monastery, one behind the other.
"Sir, we're here."
Kit looked up and found that there was no stone wall in this area. They only used tall wattle as a fence, but it was covered with dense vines and couldn't see what was inside. There was only one thin wall, as if blown by the wind.
The small door that was about to collapse was in front of the two of them.
"This is the Thorn Courtyard?"
"Yes," the deacon replied, "Sir, according to the rules, I can only go here and not go inside. You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."
"Oh?" This surprised Kit.
So he reached out and pushed, and the small door opened. He looked at the deacon, who was standing there with his head bowed respectfully, so he held the iron-blood cross tightly, raised his legs and stepped in with his head lowered.
When he stepped inside, the small door closed by itself.
Kit was startled and looked around.
This place is no different from the outside. They are all rows of stone houses, low and squat, and very cramped.
Kit stepped forward, and an arm suddenly stopped in front of him.
He was surprised, when did this person appear, or was he always here? Why didn't he feel it?
He looked up and saw an ascetic, also wearing a linen robe, stretching out his thick arms to stop him, but what was different from the others was that this ascetic had a long sword hanging on his waist.
How does this person feel?
This ascetic with a long sword is like a dry and cold stone. His face is covered with white beard and hair, which obscures his appearance. However, looking at his weather-beaten skin, it seems that this ascetic is already quite young.
The other party didn't speak, and Kit didn't speak either. He just exposed the iron-blooded cross.
A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the ascetic monk who hung the sword, and he immediately knelt down on one knee to salute.
"I am here to summon you by decree of the Pope. The Holy See needs you."
The monk stood up and said in a jerky voice: "Follow...me."
It's like they haven't spoken to each other in decades.
As an absolute high-ranking member of the Holy See, Kit naturally knew that the people living in the Garden of Thorns were some terrifying ascetic monks. For various reasons, they were trapped here and no longer born. Only the Pope could recruit them.
The monk led Kit to a stone house.
It was dark and lightless inside, and only a vague figure could be seen.
After Kit got used to it, he saw a monk kneeling down to pray. In front of him, there was no statue of any god, only a big sword hanging on a large cross.
Kit was very angry after seeing this. He actually did not worship the Supreme God, but only worshiped a sword? This is blasphemy against God!
"I am here to recruit you by decree of the Pope."
The monk stood up and then slowly turned his face.
ah!
Kit couldn't help but take a step back.
This monk looks very handsome but is already an old man in his sixties.
He was clear but had the same eyes as two cold stars. Kit was frightened away by the cold light in the old monk's eyes.
He quickly showed the iron-blooded cross in his hand to the other party.
The old monk nodded, and Kit felt reassured.
"Where did these old monsters come from? Why haven't I seen any of them? Their strength looks quite terrifying!"
Kit had seen the strength of the Templar Knights. Those people were very strong, but compared to the monks in front of him, they were as far apart as the stars and the blazing sun.
A vast and huge breath rushed towards his face, making it difficult for Kit to breathe.
"His Majesty the Pope...what color are your clothes today..."
The monk spoke, with the same dry voice, as if he hadn't spoken for decades.
Kit was stunned.
What the hell is this question? What color is the Pope wearing today?
Kit's mind was spinning, but he didn't notice it. Now that he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be a robe that he didn't often wear... the color... seemed...
"It's red."
Kit blurted out.
What is this? Small talk? Getting close?
"OK."
The old monk seemed to be thinking about some serious issue and murmured: "Red... kill..."
The old monk raised his right arm and then slashed straight down.
A vast sword energy was swung out silently.
"……What……"
Before Kit could finish his words, he was split into two by the old monk's sword energy from head to bottom.
In this way, the cardinal, who was only one step away from the papal throne, died.
The old monk walked out of the stone house without even looking at the blood and Kit on the ground.
From the rows of stone houses on both sides, several monks walked out silently, all with weapons hanging on their waists.
The old monk took the iron-blooded cross handed over by the sword-hanging monk and raised it high to the other monks.
"Huha!"
"Set off!"
Under the leadership of the old monk, they all walked out of the Thorn Garden.
Seeing the monks filing out of the Thorn Garden, the other monks in the monastery all put down what they were doing, bowed their heads and knelt down on one knee.
From this moment on, the mainland is destined to be unrest.