The Cathedral of San Gimignano is located on the Seven Hills.
The cold evening breeze poured into this magnificent church from the window. An invisible hand lifted the white curtain slightly, shaking and swaying the clusters of candlelight, as if they came alive and breathed with it.
As the power center of the Holy Gospel Papal State, the scale of the Cathedral of Sant'Anna is much more magnificent than most people imagine. The towering spires point to the sky like spears. It is brightly lit and filled with melodious hymns day and night.
This is the place where the world's faith is most concentrated and the most magnificent church in human history. It is built entirely of huge and neat white bricks and inlaid with gold and silver. Popes of all generations are buried under this land. It is a pilgrimage site that all believers yearn for.
Some people say that there is a big door hidden deep inside this city-like church, which leads to the holy kingdom of heaven.
Walking up the steps inscribed with history, the long red carpet extends all the way to the bottom of the golden holy statue. It looks up at the dome, and the gods depicted on it are also looking at the mortal world and watching it. Even on a cold winter night, it is still warm here, and the air is filled with sweetness. The melted wax solidifies on the ground and gathers into a white tide, engulfing all faith.
The priest was wearing a black cassock, with his musket and sword slightly visible with his steps.
He is so out of place here. Although the priest is the most devout believer, there is a devil's soul hidden under his flesh and blood.
It stands to reason that it would take many people to take care of such a huge building, but every time the priest comes back here, everything is in order, as if the servants have just dealt with it. But no matter how you look, you will eventually find that you seem to be the only one here, as if the thing that keeps this church running is the invisible ghost, which makes people feel cold in the warmth.
The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was heard. The man in a simple white robe sat behind a mahogany table full of documents. There was no trace of steam technology here. Everything was as ancient and solemn as depicted in the oil paintings hundreds of years ago.
The sea of candlelight surged around the man, rippled slightly with the breeze.
The interior of the Cathedral of San Gimignano is as magnificent and huge as a maze. Many functional departments of the Evangelical Church are established here, even the Pope's Chamber, which holds power. It is located on the upper floors of the church. Standing in front of the painted floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the sunset and rise of the moon over the seven hills.
The priest did not disturb the man. He knelt on one knee on the red carpet, lowered his head and remained silent.
A long time passed, and everything was so quiet that the only sounds left were the friction of the pen tip and the dripping wax, until a tired sigh broke the silence.
"Father Anthony?"
The man didn't look up, but continued to write something on the paper. He was very focused and his pen strokes were powerful.
The documents written on this table once determined the fate of the entire Western world, and now a new destiny is being formulated by him, the current Pope, Seni Lothair, who is honored as the Emperor of Emperors.
"Your Majesty."
The priest responded.
"Well, how did things go?"
The Pope asked casually, dipping the tip of his pen into ink and continuing to write.