The banquet is gone.
"My dear mentor, I really don't want to congratulate you on winning such a beautiful debate."
Father Lemmy said, and handed the thickened cloak to Dean Anil.
"What's the matter? Child."
Dean Anil stopped and looked back at the splendid Rose Palace in the night and candlelight.
"From now on, you will step on the thorns and the blade, my good mentor." Father Lemmy sighed, "The sword of the Judgment Bureau will fall on your head from now on."
"Because I'm standing here, I have no choice."
Dean Anil answered.
Father Lemmy was silent.
He stood there and watched the dean, who was getting old, walk forward step by step. At the Holy Spirit Bay congregation in 1411, the abbot did the same. He stood up with the humility typical of a priest, bowed his head slightly, and stood firm against the astonishingly powerful Pope with a humble attitude.
What's the difference
At the time, Father Anil was alone, facing the powerful Pope himself, and he would be burned at the stake at any time. That's when he stood up. Today's Dean Anil also knows that the king does not believe in purgatory, nor does he believe in any beliefs, he just wants to use him as the chess piece.
But for all the devout people in Legrand, he still stood up.
Where is the truth? How long will it take them to get it
The torches burned in the dark night, and a small group of rose cavalry waited in front.
They were sent by the king to protect Dean Anil.
Different from escorting them to Metzl Castle before, these cold knights hesitated for a moment after Dean Anil walked in, then raised their hands and greeted Dean Anil with a knightly salute.
Dean Anil tapped a few times on his chest: "The Lord bless you and me."
When Father Lemmy saw this scene, he was a little sour and a little proud.
He followed.
…
The funeral of the Duke of Buckingham is over, the representatives of various states and the great lords began to leave quickly, wanting to return to their territory as soon as possible and take measures to deal with the next movement. With their departure, Metzl Castle did not settle down, on the contrary, various voices began to emerge.
News that the king canceled the Eucharist at the Duke of Buckingham's funeral spread quickly, driven by people with a heart. The Archbishop of Jolin County, who was defeated in the debate, did not give up, but united a group of priests, inciting people, and began to denounce the king for being blinded by heresy, merciless, and disregarding the souls of his relatives.
In the end, there was even a wave of petitions:
It is hoped that the king will make up for the duke with enough thanksgiving.
This matter was mentioned in the daily meeting of the royal court, and the ministers politely advised the king whether he should make a supplementary thanksgiving for the duke. A daredevil also mentioned the swearing and scolding of the king.
While everyone was waiting for the king to get angry, the king suddenly laughed.
"Did they forget something?" the king asked with a smile, leaning back in his chair, pressing his fingertips together. "What do they call me, you say?"
The ministers looked at each other and carefully suppressed the word "tyrant" that was almost blurted out.
"Okay, they'll be quieter."
The king clapped his hands and signaled that the matter was over.
The ministers were apprehensive, wondering how the king planned to "quiet" them. At this time, even the ministers who didn't deal with the Duke of Buckingham very much in the past began to miss the days when the Duke of Buckingham was there... In the past, when the king acted recklessly, at least some dukes could dissuade him a little.
Now, who else dares to persuade their erratic and moody Majesty
Soon they knew what the king had done.
A sunny morning.
The rose knights in armor poured into the Cathedral of St. Weiss. The monks in the church were shocked and wanted to stop. However, these knights had just returned from the battlefield in the Northland, and their blood had not yet dissipated. With a glance, the monks in the church were so frightened that they did not dare to take a step forward.
At this time, the Archbishop of St. Weiss had just taken off his heavy black robe and was only wearing a white short jacket. His beautiful young mistress smiled and came up to undress him.
When he was about to have a spiritual union with his beautiful mistress, the door of the quiet room was suddenly smashed, a long sword was nailed to the bed board against his cheek, and then a group of iron-clad knights poured in. , dragged him out with his mistress.
"What's the matter! You are a crime!"
The Archbishop of St. Weiss shouted loudly in front of everyone's eyes.
In the church, the eyes of some monks suddenly changed when they looked at him, full of contempt. Others were pale.
The royal cavalry surrounded the entire St. Weiss Cathedral, and the ruthless and rigid knights broke through the door, searched the entire church, and found boxes of gold, as well as several prostitutes who were also too late to escape. When the knights loaded the gold into the open carriage, the Archbishop of St. Weiss finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
He ignored his shame and shouted:
"That is the annuity of the tribute to the Holy Court! What are you going to do!"
"Annuity? So much annuity?" The knight commander slammed open the lid of the box and sneered, "This is evidence of treason!"
"What treason?"
Just as the Archbishop of St. Weiss was about to defend, those were the money that people bought indulgences, and also belonged to the annuity paid to the Holy Court, when he heard this sentence. What else did he want to say, a knight stepped forward and punched him in the face unceremoniously. "Boom!" Archbishop St. Weiss only felt a sharp pain in his chin, and he fainted in front of him.
The knight commander checked and determined that he just dislocated his jaw and didn't directly kill this guy, so he waved his hand and let others drag him out, like dragging a dog to death.
Also taken away were several priests with pale faces and forebodings.
When the Archbishop of St. Weiss woke up, he found himself tied to a carriage, surrounded by huddled mistresses who were marching down the street.
A wig-wearing judge was impassioned at the assembled crowd for all his crimes: selling Legrand's military intelligence to the Northland rebels, making the earlier Northland rebellion extraordinarily smooth - the evidence was that box of bribe him with gold. Debauchery, fornicating in St. Weiss Cathedral, desecrating the Holy Land, blaspheming the Holy Spirit...
All witnesses are available.
People booed the Archbishop of St. Weiss, who was full of belly fat after peeling off his holy clothes, and the glorious tradition of parades—rotten leaves and rotten eggs flying like pilgrimages to the Archbishop of Wess, smashed his head to the ground.
"Expel him!"
It was unknown who was the first to shout in the crowd.
"This guy doesn't deserve to be an archbishop!"
It has to be said that the people of Legrand have always been very talented in mocking this matter.
When the king disappeared, many clever ghosts made up a series of funny songs to celebrate. At the moment, this treatment has also fallen to the Archbishop of St. Weiss. On the box at the entrance of the market, the clown playing the accordion pressed a sharp tune, and made a song on the spot to ridicule it.
After the carriage had traveled the most important streets of Metzl, a guillotine stood high at the intersection.
The Archbishop of St. Weiss, who had his head down and pretended to pass out, immediately struggled hard.
The executioner pressed his head heavily on the sleepers, lowered his voice, and said sarcastically: "Look who this is? Mister Archbishop, why don't you let your Apostolic Lord cross the sea to rescue you now? my lord."
The executioner was too young, and the Archbishop of St. Weiss felt that his voice was a bit familiar, and when he looked closely, he was almost scared out of his mind.
A few years ago, when St. Weiss Cathedral expanded—it was said to be an expansion, it was actually no different from an occupation—when a young man once begged them to let them go, for the sake of the Lord. One way to live.
"It seems that the Holy Master does not intend to bless a big man like you."
The executioner who took the initiative to invite Ying waved the steel knife in his hand high, and a cold light flashed.
The head rolled off.
The venue was silent at first.
Prior to this, the clergy who violated the law had to be handed over to the Holy See, and the royal court had no right to interrogate. And when the ruling on the other side of the Abyss Strait came, I don't know how long it took, not to mention, the Holy Court still sheltered each other. Because of this, some monastery priests, abbots, and bishops have nothing to fear.
The nobles still need to give in before the priesthood, let alone ordinary people
Although the Holy See in Legrand did not occupy more than one-third of the land like Blasey did, the phenomenon of the monastery church occupying the land and oppressing the citizens still existed.
But today, for the first time, people realized—
Even the servants of God need to obey the laws of the world.
After the silence, the crowd cheered.
There are some of the more discerning who are witnessing this, and they realize... The real storm is proclaiming its arrival in bloody fashion.
…
Inside the Rose Palace, the king's study.
After the Archbishop of St. Weiss and several of his cronies landed on the ground, the Archbishop of Jolin County fled back to Jolin County overnight, for fear that he would follow in the footsteps of the Archbishop of St. Weiss.
The petition, which was still huge, came to an abrupt end.
- The instigators behind this petition are the Archbishops of St. Weiss and Jolin County, who were excluded from the funeral.
The Archbishop of St. Weiss was disgraced and died of "popular outrage" after his preaching that "it is unforgivable blasphemy for the king not to celebrate the Eucharist for the duke" is self-defeating.
You know, people aren't all fools.
- If a person who keeps his name as "devout" and "Holy Lord" violates the strict rules of the priesthood and commits treasonous and licentious deeds, then how credible are his words? At the same time, Dean Anil preached to the people the theological viewpoint that "Purgatory does not exist" every day at the behest of the king.
Comparing the two, people "calm" as the king said.
Of course, in this "peace", the king's soldiers captured more than a dozen fanatical believers.
People are quite used to this - how merciful can you expect a tyrant to be
in the study.
"How is Dean Anil doing?"
The king flipped through the report sent by the head of the house.
In this day and age, refuting the authority of the Holy See is not an easy task, and to a great extent risking your life. These days, when Dean Anil was preaching, he was often stoned and spat on by unwilling extremist believers, and some even tried to set him and the mansion on fire.
Being ostracized and insulted, this is not the first time for Dean Anil.
- In fact, he was treated worse at the Holy Court than he is now.
The secret actions of the state and the church are truly fatal to Dean Anil. In just a few days, Dean Anil has been assassinated several times.
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