The robin prayed devoutly, the kestrel was hungover in bed, the shrike was sorting out his work, and Arthur was worried about how to educate this rebellious child...
Putting aside those monsters and demons, we are actually all ordinary people, busy running around in the world, and there will always be things to worry about.
Time slowly passed midnight, and the old year disappeared. For a moment, the ancient bells of Florence rang continuously, and the deep and melodious sound spread over the entire city, extending all the way to the Seven Hills.
Father Anthony leaned against the window, gazing at the city by the river. In this birthplace of faith, the people of Florence were much more enthusiastic about the birthday of God. Believers took to the streets to celebrate and sing praises. Countless lights almost set the city on fire, emitting bright light like torches at night.
Even in the quiet Cathedral of San Gimignano, Anthony could hear the cheers coming from there.
He made the sign of the cross facing the earthly place and prayed silently. He looked behind him and saw someone talking, seemingly lecturing others.
"Is your Majesty still busy?"
Someone came over and said to Anthony.
The man was a few years younger than Anthony and was dressed the same as him. They were Anthony's former subordinates. After the Demon Hunting Cult was rebuilt, they were incorporated into it and became Anthony's deputies.
Anthony nodded, as if he had been waiting for that person here, and then gestured to the person to follow him.
"Your Majesty has only been in office for a short time. Although you have dealt with many people with thunderous means and consolidated your position, there are still people who are unwilling to submit to Your Majesty, not to mention those criminals who took the opportunity to escape."
"Are they preparing for a counterattack?"
"Probably. I'm not sure about that. After all, the outcome of the matter will only be known after His Majesty finishes the meeting."
Anthony looked at the walls and heard a vague sound coming from there.
The birthday of God is of great significance to the Evangelical Church. Normally, this time of year is the most lively and carnival time for the Evangelical Church. Even the silent Cathedral of St. Naro will be filled with joy. The Pope and the cardinals will gather here to greet tomorrow with devout prayers.
But this time it was different. The new Pope brought blood and cold wind, and his code of conduct was completely beyond everyone's imagination. Some people tried to create chaos at the time of the handover, but he suppressed all the dissidents, and blood flowed like a river everywhere.
He loomed over the Seven Hills like an iron curtain. Even on the day of the god's birthday, the place was still silent and solemn.
There is no joy and no prayer. Those in power gather here tonight, waiting for the Pope's orders.
"Is something going to happen?" The visitor was a little confused. The sacredness of the Cathedral of St. Naro was no longer there, but instead it was filled with pre-war depression.
"Maybe, Samuel."
Anthony said as he walked, thinking about the recent rumors in his mind.
"The civil war among the Viking kingdoms in the north has ended. A Viking named Ragnar has united the kingdoms again. They are like a group of hungry vultures, staring at the south."
A cold wind blew from the north.
This is not good news. For the Viking states, everyone hopes that they will remain in civil war and constantly consume their own strength. But now that they have ended the civil war, the north is poor in resources, and those Vikings are destined to turn their attention to the other side of the sea. Plunder is their nature.