Chapter 64 Unbelievable Thunderbolt Monastery, the Archbishop Running in the Heavy Rain
In this situation, everyone waited for seven days, but after seven days, Moscow was sunny and sunny, the warm spring breeze was intoxicating, and there was no sign of thunder or rain.
Adrian, who was originally looking as grave as water, now looked relaxed as he sat in a place where he could view the church.
Even though he never laughed at other people's mistakes, Peter was an exception.
The bishop beside him said:
"Patriarch, the emperor said that Our Lady was dissatisfied with our monastery and wanted to punish us, but now it seems that she was completely lying. The weather has been perfect in the past seven days. How could Our Lady mean to punish us?"
Another archbishop also said:
"Yes, it seems that Our Lady intends to help us stabilize our serfs and property. Although property management is arduous, it is a sacred and unshirkable responsibility given to us by Our Lady."
Listening to the words of the two archbishops, the four old bishops who had remonstrated with Queen Elizabeth also looked happy, and one of them snorted coldly:
"Even if the Queen doesn't stand up for us, Holy Mother, how can the Emperor do whatever he says? I see how the Emperor should pick up the shame."
With that said, the archbishop walked out of the pavilion, looked up at the sky, and smiled with great joy:
"The weather is so sunny, how can it rain, let alone thunder? Your Majesty, have you seen it?!"
The archbishop opened his hands with a high-spirited attitude and high spirits, as if he was several years younger.
The envoys watching not far away could not help but shake their heads and sigh. Peter III was not only embarrassed domestically, but also humiliated internationally.
The Danish ambassador was particularly happy. He was about to say something in agreement when he saw the laughter of the archbishop he knew stopped abruptly.
Then the archbishop touched his face in confusion and looked at his hands with a look of astonishment.
Because the archbishop's laughter stopped so abruptly, the ambassadors also noticed this.
Count Bernice, the Austrian ambassador, gave the archbishop a strange look and walked out of the pavilion. Now he knew immediately why the archbishop did not smile.
Because a drop of rain fell down and hit his face, which was looking up at the sky.
"Strange, how can it rain in this kind of weather?"
Count Bernis murmured to himself.
The other ambassadors also realized something was wrong and walked out one after another, and then exclaimed:
"It's really raining!"
All of them looked strange.
The archbishop who had been laughing up to the sky just now came back to his senses and snorted coldly:
"So what if it's raining? Can it thunder in this weather? Your Majesty, what you said is definitely not a holy revelation!"
The archbishop's voice spread all around, and the bishops and priests echoed in succession. The expression on Adrian's face had changed, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but nod secretly.
The archbishop is right. Raining in this kind of weather is already strange. How can it also cause thunder?
Just then.
"Boom——"
"Crack——!"
, it was a clear day and day, and a thunderbolt struck from the sky, deafening.
The ambassadors, the bishops, the archbishops, and Adrian were all stunned.
Immediately, drops of raindrops were visible to the naked eye, and soon it turned into a downpour.
Because they didn't take it seriously at first, most people stood outside the pavilion and were soaked in the rain.
The ambassadors came to their senses and ran into the pavilion shouting one after another. Due to lack of preparation, almost no one took Peter's words seriously. Everyone gathered in a small pavilion, with their wet clothes next to each other, which was even more uncomfortable than being wet in the rain.
In particular, the French Ambassador Breteuil was covered in perfume. When the rain hit him, not only did his face become stained, but his body also exuded a suffocating smell.
The smell seemed to be a pungent smell that had been covered up by perfumed powder after not taking a bath for a long time, and now the perfumed powder had been washed away.
The British ambassador was so smoked that he couldn't say anything because he smelled no worse than the French ambassador.
It's like being in a public toilet that has been smoked for hundreds of years. The smell of human excrement, urine and cow and horse dung in the streets makes people think of what Whitehall would be like in the British Isles.
The other ambassadors almost vomited, but the Danish envoy was the most miserable.
Because he was relatively short, he was sandwiched between the British and French ambassadors, and he was already rolling his eyes.
But he tried not to faint, and said with a ferocious expression:
"False! This must be fake! Even if it rains or thunders, it cannot hit the monastery! This is the place of God's grace!"
The Danish ambassador's words seemed to be murmuring to himself, and no one else could hear him except the ambassadors around him.
But what a bishop said was heard by everyone, and it was deafening, as if it was no less powerful than the thunder.
It was the archbishop who stood in the heavy rain without any hesitation.
The old archbishop's beard was soaked in puddles, and his robes were soaked through and clung to his body. What was a little surprising was that the archbishop seemed to have entered the battle in a vacuum, and the protruding beard seemed to be Poland.
That little lad bean.
However, his body could not cover up his courage at all, and the wind and rain that his body suffered highlighted the value of his spirit. He seemed to be in disbelief at the rain and thunder, and then shouted:
"Holy Mother, even if you rain or thunder, you will not let the thunder and lightning fall on the monastery where your devout believers are!"
"You, the kindhearted person, would never do such a thing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "click" and a bolt of lightning that seemed to tear the sky apart appeared.
At this moment, Adrian stood up in shock, his beard trembling.
His expression was distorted due to surprise, and then Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that all the strength in his body had been drained away.
He didn't care about anything else and murmured to himself, as if this was the only way to relieve the panic in his heart:
"It didn't hit... it didn't hit... I just said that Our Lady would not pass the Holy Revelation to Peter III..."
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, making the archbishop tremble all over while standing in the heavy rain, and the ambassadors were stunned.
Then, like Adrian, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"It didn't hit."
"Haha, this lightning is so funny. It came to scare us when it had nothing to do."
The Danish ambassador laughed dryly.
"Yes, it's definitely an accident. Maybe it will stop raining next moment."
British Ambassador Keith also said.
Others did not dare to say anything about the lightning, but the Archbishop, who was soaked by the rain, seemed to be irritated.
He was the man who threatened to burn himself in front of Queen Elizabeth.
He yelled:
"False! False! I don't believe that the Holy Mother will punish the monastery, I don't believe it!"
With that said, he ran towards the Holy Trinity Monastery, which attracted everyone's attention.
In the pavilion where Adrian was, many bishops and priests lost their voices, and someone shouted:
"Archbishop, no!"
However, the figure of the archbishop has been drowned by the rain lines like rain curtains.