In the headquarters of the Holy Knights, a man was pushing aside the people blocking the way and questioning him and rushing straight to the room of the leader of the Holy Knights.
Pound, the solid and thick wooden door was kicked open by this man. Some of the swordsmen around him were already drawing their swords, but Captain Rodhart, who was reviewing documents inside, saw this extremely rude man and seemed to
He didn't care too much and nodded to him in a friendly manner: "You're back."
The swordsmen just breathed a sigh of relief, and finally someone recognized this person as a priest of the church. However, the priest rushed forward and slapped the friendly Captain Rodhart hard in the face.
Go up. This slap was enough to send him flying away, and he fell to the ground. The documents in his hand were scattered all over the sky.
With a choking sound, the swordsmen all drew their swords in their hands,
Rodhart got up from the ground. Half of his face was completely swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he remained calm as usual. He waved his hands to the tense swordsmen and ordered: "Everyone get out and lock the door.
Close it, no one is allowed to come in without my order."
The swordsmen were all stunned at the door. Before they could react, the priest kicked their captain who had just stood up again in the face. The captain of the dignified Holy Knights had no intention of resisting at all, and just stood up again.
, wiped the nosebleed that was flowing non-stop, and could still give orders to his subordinates with dignity: "Did you not hear my order? Go out and close the door. No one is allowed to come in without my order, and no one else is allowed to know.
Things happen here.”
The captain's order was absolute. The swordsmen had no choice but to exit. When they closed the door, they saw their captain received another punch on the head and stomach.
"Have you beaten enough?" Rodhart stood up and asked calmly. His face was swollen, his head was broken, and his mouth and nose were bleeding, but his gentle and kind demeanor seemed not to be affected at all.
Asa grabbed his collar, lifted him up, pushed him against the wall, glared at him and asked coldly: "I just came from the square, so is that the solution you mentioned?"
"Yes, that's it, that's the only way." Rodhart's face and voice were equally calm. "All Airi officials know that they framed us and know that I sent them back, so they can't let them go, they can only kill them.
Only by charging them with the crime of killing the imperial ministers and killing them through trial in the royal capital can we completely remove the suspicion. If we save them, we cannot save ourselves, our future and Ronis.
The Bishop's plan is completely ruined. You know how important it is. You can only do this after weighing the importance, and the Bishop also said so."
"Bishop Ronis also knows about this?" Asa asked.
Rodhart nodded: "Just the day before yesterday, I asked the Bishop after I came back..."
When Clovis and Asa left the team together, Rodhart immediately ordered the troops to advance at full speed and rushed back to the capital in only three days.
Along the way, he was the top commander of the army. He could meet and talk with the fellow villagers at any time if he wanted. But Rodhart didn't do this. He didn't dare because he already knew how the matter was going to be resolved. Luo
The Bishop of Nice had already given some hints before he went to Airy, which could be used to solve the current situation.
If you want to solve this matter, you must do it this way. But after all, he is still a twenty-year-old young man. After all, he has always felt guilty about those fellow villagers. He does not have much time to choose, and he must do it as soon as possible.
Make a choice.
He arranged for his troops to stay outside the city and not enter for the time being. He first went into the city alone to go to the Magic Academy to see Bishop Ronis.
Bishop Ronis had just received the report from Airy at that time. He was very happy and excited. Although the person who wrote the report did not know what those strange phenomena were, he could guess from the descriptions.
As things turned out, even he himself did not expect that the pagan incident there was actually caused by the Necromancer Guild, nor did he expect that they would actually find a way to break the Sunwell barrier that countless magicians had been helpless for thousands of years.
But the most unexpected thing is that Asa himself can perfectly solve this extremely dangerous matter.
The destruction of the Whispering Forest was just right. The ancient elves inside were the most difficult to communicate with. Without their hindrance, the Tularion Forest could more easily accept its alliance treaty. Asa protected the leaves of the World Tree and a
For the surviving elves, this performance should be enough to eliminate all the scruples and hostility of the elves.
The rest is the internal work of the empire. Bishop Ronis doesn't like politics very much, because he has no interest in power since he is in such a special position. He thinks these are just things that confuse ordinary people. But the fact is that even if
No matter how noble and great you are, as long as you want to do things in this world, you must deal with ordinary people, and you must use ordinary people's methods to solve ordinary people's problems. To establish an alliance to unite other races and countries to deal with the Guild of the Dead, politics is absolutely crucial.
It cannot be ignored.
Now that the Erni family has collapsed in the imperial political arena, other figures in the military are just soldiers with little ambition and means. The one who is at the top is Duke Mrak.
The Duke has great ambitions, and his methods are even more brilliant. It is inevitable that he will reach this point. He will not allow other forces to rise with his hands covering the sky. He will definitely interfere with Bishop Ronis's plan to establish an alliance. But Luo Luo
The Bishop of Nice has no worries about this. He is like a hermit master. If he doesn't take action, his action will be amazing and effective. After discussing with his friend Inham, he has already adopted a small plan a few days ago.
Measures, just wait to see the amazing results.
But at this time, Rodhart came to see him with a strange look on his face, which made him feel an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, what Rodhart reported was indeed serious. He never thought that Asa would keep this kind of thing from him, so that he was completely unprepared. And in this situation, if Duke Mrak got caught
It means that all the efforts are immediately wasted.
"Your Majesty Bishop, what should I do now?" Rodhart asked in a desperate voice seeking enlightenment.
Bishop Ronis looked into his eyes and said, "What do you think we should do?"
"I...I don't know." Rodhart lowered his head...
"You know it." Bishop Ronis's candle-like eyes clearly discerned the meaning of Rodhart's every move. "The pain on your face tells me that you actually know it."
, you just don’t dare to make a choice.”
"Yes, I don't dare to choose, and I can't choose." Rodhart looked confused and painful. "I owe them a lot, and I shouldn't..."
"Dare not? Should?" The bishop caught these two words keenly and immediately understood what Rodhart was thinking. "There is never a question of whether you should do something in the world. There are only whether you want to do it and whether you have the guts to do it."
I just don't have the ability to do it." He sighed deeply. "Justice and light also have a price and require sacrifice. Kindness and compassion are definitely the most precious, but from a long-term perspective, sometimes it must be
Give up, because there are more people's lives and happiness waiting for you to save on the other side... I won't interfere in this matter, you choose to do it in your own way. No matter you
No matter what choice you make, I will not blame you." Although he said this, the bishop finally added, "Because I know that you are a rational person, and you are also a person who does big things and understands the importance."
"You know the importance..." Asa murmured, nodding his head with a strange expression because he didn't know what expression to use.
"Yes. We have to weigh the pros and cons. We can only do this." Rodhart's nose was still bleeding, his mouth was broken, his eyes were blue, and his flaxen hair was messed up, but his expression did not show any signs of confusion.
Embarrassed. "This is also for your future. Bishop Ronis said that there are many important things waiting for you to do in the future, and this sacrifice is inevitable."
"Future?" Asa sneered and threw Rodhart on the ground. "You will do your big things slowly. I don't want to do it a long time ago."
In the Magic Academy, Bishop Ronis and three high priests are receiving Bishop Adela who came from the teleportation magic circle.
Bishop Adela, like Bishop Ronis, is one of the cardinal archbishops of the church, but he is different from Bishop Ronis who sits alone in the empire. He serves the Pope. From a certain perspective, he is His Majesty the Pope.
of confidants.
Bishop Adela is a young man in his thirties. His temperament is elegant and generous, and his appearance is also very good-looking. He is somewhat dignified between men and women. It is almost unimaginable that he can achieve such a status at his age. In addition to explaining that he has something like
In addition to some unknown things, extraordinary abilities are naturally indispensable.
"I have been busy with affairs in the east and have not gone back to see His Majesty the Pope for many years. I also ask Bishop Adela to help me apologize to His Majesty the Pope." Bishop Ronis sat on the chair, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and there were two points inside.
The green fire was flickering, and it looked lackluster.
Bishop Adela smiled, and his smile looked a little shy: "Where. His Majesty the Pope has always praised you for your outstanding achievements in the empire. Under your auspices, the Magic Academy has such a high status in the empire.
It is one of the most important subordinate agencies of the Holy See. You have worked so hard for the church, and it is understandable that you are too busy."
"Then why did Bishop Adela come to the Magic Academy?" Bishop Ronis still seemed absent-minded, as if he didn't care much about the papal envoy in front of him.
"I have come to deliver a message from His Majesty the Pope."
Bishop Ronis said lazily: "What message? It must be a very important thing to ask a cardinal to deliver the message."
Bishop Adela still smiled and said: "About your proposal to the Holy See to unite the forces of various countries to exterminate the Guild of the Dead..."
"This is strange." Bishop Ronis snorted coldly. "It seems that I haven't sent a letter to the Holy See yet." He turned his head and glanced at High Priest Cuthbert next to him.
The high priest looked unhappy, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
"You have mentioned this proposal to His Majesty the Pope several times before. And recently, there has been a wave of sentiment against the Guild of the Dead in the Eastern Continent, which was led by you."
"As believers in God, isn't it what we should do to destroy those dirty and evil things?"
"Indeed. But His Majesty the Pope said that there are still many countries on the continent that have not returned to the embrace of God, and there are still so many pagan religions. The Diya Valley is just a drop in the ocean, and it is not harmful. Moreover, the situation there is dangerous. If
If we force ourselves to conquer, countless people of God will surely sacrifice their lives. Therefore, His Majesty the Pope means to focus on..."
"Is this really what His Majesty the Pope means?" Bishop Ronis interrupted Bishop Adela coldly.
The faces of the three high priests next to them were not very good-looking. Although Bishop Ronis held a high and prestigious position in the Holy See, it seemed that it was not appropriate to say this.
"That's really what His Majesty the Pope means." Bishop Adela's expression did not change at all, and he still had that friendly smile.
Bishop Ronis waved his hand lazily. "Okay, no more. I haven't even formally made this suggestion to His Majesty the Pope. You don't need to worry first."
Bishop Adela nodded politely. "We know that for your devout faith, every bit of evil and darkness cannot be tolerated. But we also hope that you will consider the overall situation in everything. You and Di
We are very aware of the personal grudges between Yagu and we are very considerate of you, so we hope..."
The two green fires that had always been dull in Bishop Ronis's eyes suddenly became strong, almost emitting a green light and shining on Bishop Adela's face.
Bishop Adela shut up knowingly, but the smile on her face remained undiminished.
After a while, the two green flames in Bishop Ronis's eyes dimmed again. He waved his hands listlessly and announced the end of the conversation. "Okay. There's nothing more to say. I already know what His Majesty the Pope means. I'm very happy.
You are tired, you go first."
After the three high priests accompanied Bishop Adela out, Bishop Adela designated High Priest Cuthbert to lead him to inspect the situation of the Magic Academy.
"You did a good job." Bishop Adela said softly when there was no one else around. "Reporting the situation here to the Holy See in a timely manner is enough to show your loyalty to the church."
"Yes, yes. My loyalty to His Majesty the Pope and the archbishops can definitely be compared with my piety to God." In front of Bishop Adela, who is more than ten years younger than me, the high priest has completely lost the rigidity and majesty of the past. He is now
I am more and more certain that reporting the situation here to the Holy See due to temporary impulse and dissatisfaction is completely the right choice. "I feel that Bishop Ronis's approach is a bit inappropriate. He promotes some inexplicable newcomers for no reason, oh, by the way."
He remembered an important thing and whispered. "A few years ago, Bishop Ronis proposed to the church to annihilate Diya Valley and was rejected. He came back very angry. What did you say to yourself, you bishops, got the promise?"
What are the benefits of Pollinot...".
"Nopolinot?" Bishop Adela's face changed slightly when he heard the name, but he immediately returned to his gentle smile. "Mr. Nopolinot is a pious and charitable man. He gives gifts to the church every year
The donation is very large. It’s probably Bishop Ronis’s unique prejudice against businessmen.”
Seeing that his opinion seemed to be taken seriously by the Bishop, Cuthbert became more and more enthusiastic. He continued to whisper: "The new guy he promoted last time was also involved in the Necromancer... But the Bishop insisted that it was not him.
.Everyone can tell that it is purely partiality. On such a big issue of right and wrong..."
"Don't say that. Bishop Ronis has devoted so much effort to the church over the years. His devotion to God is unquestionable, and he must have his own considerations." Bishop Adela shook his head with a smile and asked the bishop to
The priest was frightened for a moment, but the next sigh immediately made him happy again. "But it's no wonder, Bishop Ronis is probably really a bit old..."
The big man in front of him actually had the same sigh as himself. Cuthbert felt incomprehensible and nodded repeatedly. He was a noble man who directly served His Majesty the Pope.
"Although Bishop Ronis is indeed outstanding, you have also seen that sometimes he has a stubborn temper unique to the elderly, which makes the church very difficult." Bishop Adela sighed. "Sometimes I also have a stubborn temper.
I'm thinking, maybe it would be better for him to retire at such an old age..."
"I see that Bishop Ronis is in good health and will not retire within ten years." Cuthbert couldn't help but sigh. For someone who has already reached the position of cardinal, retirement is not an option.
It's just a decoration that hangs there but will never be used. Most people want to sit in that position until they die.
Bishop Adela sighed again and gave Cuthbert a thoughtful look. "After he retires, if he can let someone like the high priest who can understand the general situation and always think about the church to continue his position, it will be easy for us.
too much."
High Priest Cuthbert was first shocked, then at a loss, then at the same time frightened and flattered. He didn't know what to say or what kind of expression to express, and his ugly face turned red.
After sending Bishop Adela away, Cuthbert still couldn't calm down. In his life, where he spent most of his time in penance, he had never been in such an excited or weird mood. There were many inexplicable things in his chest.
Rushing left and right, I really want to jump up and punch, kick, and shout loudly. But it doesn't work. He is a clergy who should be serious, strict, and steady, and he is also a high priest. But this impulse in his heart...
Hey. He thought, it would be nice to have a close friend at this time...
But speaking of friends, the great priest suddenly thought of a person. Although he has known this person for a long time, it was not until a few days ago that he suddenly became familiar with and became friendly due to some opportunities. This person is now very successful in his career, and he has begun to care about him.
Here comes the matter of the church and the magic academy.
Although the acquaintance was short, in the past few days of contact, he found that although this adult held a high position, he was so considerate and kind. This could be seen from the few small gifts given to him.
Talking with him is a complete pleasure, like taking a shower in the spring breeze or drinking holy water.
The high priest couldn't hold himself any longer and walked out of the gate of the Magic Academy towards the Duke's Palace.
Blue light flashed, and Bishop Adela walked out of the teleportation magic circle. In front of him was a picturesque scenery. The tall broad-leaf sycamore trees had been dyed yellow by the autumn colors, giving a hint of vicissitudes, but the green grass in that area
Business is so brisk again. Next to it is a large pool where streams converge, and several rare birds unique to this place are wandering in it. The stone sculptures and seats beside the pool are works of art that are absolutely qualified to enter any museum. The sunset sun shines from
Warmth and light are sent in through the gaps in the mountains.
This place is so beautiful, at least a thousand times more beautiful than the dull, pale building of the Holy See.
A companion who was reading under the sycamore tree and facing the sunset saw him, closed the book and walked over, asking: "How is it? Is everything going well?"
"It is completely in line with the meaning of our great director and screenwriter. If Mr. Shante asks to elect an acting president this time, I will definitely give him a vote. I express my admiration for his keen eye for people and his ability as a director."
"Of course, he is an artist." My companion also laughed. "This time you went to art with him. What do you think?"
"What do you think? I just hope he won't break his promise and give me the original painting of the thirteenth sunflower."
There are such humorous, interesting, elegant and noble companions here. They are ten thousand times better than those idiot old men in the church who are hateful in appearance and tasteless in speech.