"I'm coming."
Outside the St. Weiss Cathedral, the crowd of onlookers stirred up.
Qiangwei Iron Horse came from the other end of the long street in the light of the sky. The iron armor on their bodies was shining brightly. In front of the Qiangwei Iron Cavalry, who had experienced many bloody battles, the Citizen Guard, who had been complacent by the crowd, dipped one head out of thin air.
Even if a lamb is fitted with iron horns, it is still a lamb in front of a real lion.
Not far from St. Weiss Cathedral, some nobles were standing behind the window on the street. Hiding behind the window and snooping, this kind of behavior can't be called "aristocratic", but now the entire nobles of Metzl have been tossed enough by their king's majesty - that is the one who will throw people to the guillotine anytime, anywhere. douchebag!
Today's aristocrats have long learned not to easily set foot in a place where rose iron horses are haunted if there is no guarantee that the king will not suddenly order and drag any of them out and chop them off.
In particular, the nobles have already suffered before the townspeople.
Everyone knew that Archbishop Anil standing in front was just a pretense, and the hands behind it were holding Legrand's orb. Since the abolition of the purgatory creed, those hands have brutally caused many people's heads to fall to the ground. Earlier, the irascible and most devout Earl of Erku led his cousin and son to try to prevent the king from executing the Archbishop of St. Weiss, so he was still facing the wall in the Tower of Mern in meditation.
The ten o'clock chimed on time.
Archbishop Anil led his followers dressed in black as they walked out of the guards of the Rose Cavalry slightly haggard.
"I'm here to ask you to clarify, Mister Bishop," said the priest. "If we no longer honor the Pope, who will guard our barren souls that have nowhere to rest?"
"Do we believe in the Lord or mortals who blaspheme the majesty of the Lord?" Archbishop Anil asked, "We have been clearly taught in the Holy Books that even if it is the Pope, as long as he makes a mistake, we must still follow the Holy Spirit. What the book says is to conquer faults and make them correct. Do you believe in the Pope above the Holy Lord?"
"The Holy Book gave Peter a treasure ship, and Peter gave two knives to the Pope, who is the voice of the Lord in the world, and honors him as we honor our beloved priest."
"Then why not let us see what good things the popes have done?" Archbishop Anil said, "If the city is now the Pope, shouldn't they serve the world in the way of the Holy Lord, otherwise why would they be called the Pope? Servants of servants? But they really don't do that."
His student, Father Miller, launched the "Open Letter to the Believers of Legrand" that had already been written.
The young priest read aloud, his voice clear and powerful.
"… The Pope, he claims that he alone has the right to interpret the Holy Book, so what is the point of the Holy Lord giving us the Holy Book? Let us burn the Holy Book and be content with the ignorant gentlemen of the Holy Spirit Bay who think they are the best There is the Holy Spirit, and in fact, only devout believers have the Holy Spirit… [1]
"The Lord has given us His wisdom, and the Holy Book is His open embrace to the world, from which all devout and converted people can find the way to salvation. The Pope holds his hand firmly Holy book, like a greedy eagle, clinging to the door of true faith, and offering it to himself. . . ”
…
This is a public book unprecedented in the field of theology.
It was written by theologians represented by Archbishop Anil and historians represented by the Earl of Warry. First, on the basis of theology, Archbishop Anil attacked the most well-known papal prerogatives one by one, starting from the right to interpret the holy books. After the papal prerogative has been sternly denounced as absurd, it turns to a slightly more moderate attitude and begins to trace the development of the papal prerogative, one by one, and all the lies that accompany this development.
The crowd gradually quieted down.
The poor people, businessmen, and minor nobles who were watching began to feel a little uneasy, and this uneasiness was mixed with some vague restlessness.
"... With the strength of both sides of the Abyss Strait, the richest monastery, the donated money of the territory, is used to support the man who wears the triple crown. But this crown he wears for himself with shameful and shameful lies. He himself has a high The income of 400,000 to 500,000 dutts, but greedily let his 3,000 secretaries continue to collect money in the name of 'annual offerings' and 'indulgences', these money in the name of holy Peter can't fill them Bottomless greed, fueled by ambition to continue to expand..."
Father Miller's voice grew louder and louder, echoing before the holy church.
Under the sky, in the shadow of the cross, the young and old monks raised the cross in their hands high and made silent accusations.
Before this, no one had pointed so clearly to the majestic Holy Court, and pointed out that the owner of the triple crown, who was used to being judged in the name of "heretic", was the real sinner.
The belief that has been in place for more than a thousand years is collapsing, and there is no such fear and hesitation anymore. They vaguely felt what was right and what was right, but the ideas they had accepted since childhood made them instinctively feel resistance and fear.
The Civil Guard's weapons were lowered.
The birds did not dare to fly.
Just as the crowd gradually became silent, a nimble figure jumped out from the place close to Father Miller, rushing towards him at lightning speed.
The crowd exclaimed, and Father Miller, still standing upright, read aloud.
"So-called indulgences, what are they selling? Redemption? No, their greed and wickedness outshine any greed in the world. They fool us because they fear us knowing the truth. Burn at the stake or use force against those who disagree..."
In a flash of cold light, the dagger in the assassin's hand was blocked by the spear of the rose iron cavalry who stepped out.
"But is this enough? The magma will eventually break through the earth's crust, and the lies of paper and grass will eventually be consumed by the dangerous fire they play with."
The knight's lance shook lightly, knocking the assassin unconscious before he was about to take the poison. Immediately someone came up and made him go down, and it seemed that there was no such interlude.
"… All the above sins are the responsibility of all pious people to punish."
Father Miller's words fell heavily.
From the crowd, an old professor from the Royal Academy of History walked out. The old professor wearing a hanging sword badge on his chest lit the pyre with his thin hands. The rose cavalry separated, and a group of young students in classical robes followed, adding wood to the pyre one by one.
The fire grew bigger and bigger, the flames rose, and the heat distorted the space.
There was silence.
Archbishop Anil walked to the fire, and firmly threw a book of this decree into the raging fire: "The eternal fire will judge everything, and all sins will be punished."
In the silence, the command set representing the supreme authority of the spiritual kingdom was swallowed up by the flames, and thick smoke began to rise.
His followers followed, throwing in some of the vindicator's books along with the Pope's writings.
"and this!"
In the solemn scene, a businessman squeezed through the crowd, holding several indulgences in his hand.
The indulgence was thrown into the fire by him.
Thick smoke billowed up, the sky was cloudless, and the sun was almost overwhelming.
The fire burned for almost a whole morning, because a steady stream of people came and threw something related to the Pope into the fire. After all the edicts were reduced to ashes, a naughty ghost took the lead in singing a funeral song to the ashes.
Archbishop Anil looked at the pile of ashes in silence, did not stop them, just sighed and turned away.
Everything was twisted in the fire and turned to ashes.
…
"Which family?"
In the study, the king read Charles' letter and listened to the report of the house chief. The assassination that took place when the decree was burned seemed to have been in his guess from the beginning.
"The Maison family."
The Chief of Internal Affairs replied.
The king thought for a moment, the Maison family's domain was mainly in the central coastal area of Legrand, and one of the ports happened to be outside the influence of the winter and summer monsoons. The Maisons have always done well in shipping, but according to investigations by the king's treasury officials, there appears to be a cover-up on tariffs.
The king made a mark next to the Maison family on the list of many nobles in his heart.
"What about the rest?"
The chief of the house reported to the king what the spies had observed, the noble members who had been involved in inciting the civil guard in the past two days. The king nodded slightly, thought for a moment and made some corresponding arrangements.
It was the king's bait that Archbishop Anil came forward to burn the decree, and now some small fish have taken the bait. But what's more important is not these little fish, but the other side—
Charles they are going to attack.
The house chief glanced at the sky and gently advised the king that he should rest.
Rarely listened to his advice, the king put down his pen and glanced northeast.
…
Unlike the cloudless city of Legrand Metzl, the Eagle's Mouth in the Lowland Alliance was gloomy at this time.
Night has come, and there are still dark clouds like mountains in the sky, not to mention the moon, not even a single star can be seen. As one of the most important harbors in the Low Countries, Eagle's Mouth was shrouded in a depressing darkness at this time, and the sporadic lights were particularly lonely. Near the pier, there are resting ships moored.
The tall lighthouse was lit alone, but at this time the sea was covered with thick fog, and the light of the lighthouse was pitifully weak.
The night watchman in the lighthouse yawned.
With his arms around him, he dozed off against the wall.
Occasionally, the night watchman felt a chill, and he woke up and glanced casually at the sea. Glancing at it, he didn't realize what he saw at first, and rubbed his eyes forcefully, only to be sure that there really seemed to be a monstrous black shadow in the thick fog.
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