After Archbishop Rodrik finished speaking, his gray-blue eyes in the shadows stared at the queen, waiting for her reaction.
"Glad you think so."
The Queen leaned back on the soft velvet back cushion, and after a moment of thought, said slowly.
"But I want to know, what is the reason for your proposal? Is it because of the non-looting stipulated in the doctrine, or the prohibition of war?"
"Plundering of heresy is taken for granted in the teachings - if the Papacy, who interprets and prescribes religious teachings, can set foot on Elmia before others, they will not exploit it any less than merchants," said. Here, Archbishop Rodri's usually serious face smiled slightly, revealing a cold mockery towards the Holy City, "Or, don't the most greedy businessmen in this world all wear robes?"
The queen turned her head slightly, her satin-like silver hair fell on the collarbone of her skirt, and she waited patiently for Archbishop Rodriguez's words.
And he paused for a moment before opening his mouth in a low voice, as if watching a cruel nightmare from a distance:
"The world is a battlefield, and all countries and nations are fighting on this battlefield. The salvation and the kingdom of heaven emphasized by theism-dominated beliefs are nothing but absurd lies in an abnormal history."
"Why do you say that?"
Adele's eyes fell on Archbishop Rodri's face.
She seems to be peeping through the rock-like face that has been silent for thousands of years in a karst cave, peeking at the painfully depressed and conflict-burning soul behind those indifferent lines.
"Atheists are at war with those who love the true God. This is a war that cannot be compromised and has no room for mediation. [1]" Archbishop Rodery did not directly answer the Queen's words, but quoted a famous sentence from the first Christian scholars in the classical period , "It was only the reason for the war against heresy after the establishment of the Catholic Church. But no matter before the birth of the Catholic Church or after the birth of the Catholic Church, the war in this world has never ceased, and even the Catholic Church itself is the cause and catalyst of the war. And its existence The only meaning is as a sustenance—as a sustenance to appease oneself after taking life by violence.”
"The Faith of Salvation..."
For a very short moment, a strange and cold depression flashed across his face.
"It's just a false self-deceived sustenance."
A person who once regarded the salvation of the world as his belief and goal in his life, with such a tone and demeanor, said indifferently that "the belief in salvation is just a self-deceiving sustenance"...
It's like an absurd drama, revealing deep sorrow in the absurdity.
It's like a person pulling out the bones of his spine, crushing them bit by bit, and standing there without changing his face.
Adele stared at Archbishop Rodri for a while, then suddenly leaned over.
Her hair was hanging down, and Archbishop Rodrik's brows were suddenly wrinkled together.
The faint fragrance suddenly engulfed him like an overwhelming net. And Adele also raised her hand, and put it on his recently silent and cold face, her fingers slowly stroked the high and thin cheekbones.
Her expression is that of those in power carefully inspecting their sharp swords to see if they are damaged, without ambiguity.
But her movements were distinctly gentle, and the speed and strength of her fingertips stroking past were slightly just right, as if what she was worried about was not whether the sword could work for her again, but pity that the sword was under the fire The pain I endured during the tempering.
It feels like the petals of a rose are pasted gently.
"I heard that St. Trefus II is reforming the Holy See. Compared with the previous Pope, his thinking is much more enlightened. But..." Adele looked down at Archbishop Rodri, "New Although His Majesty the Pope is a person who can allow us to establish deals with heretics, he is definitely not broad enough to allow atheist pamphlets to spread widely. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Are you admonishing me?"
Archbishop Rodrik grasped her wrist, and felt the blood flowing in the veins under the delicate skin touched by the fingertips.
"Still warning me."
"Both, don't forget," the queen breathed softly into his ear, warm and slightly moist, almost able to pull the most rotten saint from the clouds and fall into the rotten mud of mortals In, "The person who wants to become a god and the person who wants to destroy a god have the same ending."
When she withdrew her hand, she touched the jeweled cuff of Archbishop Rodri's cuff.
Holding her hand in mid-air, the queen smiled, that smile was less cold and intimidating, and could be called gentle.
"It never ends well."
Archbishop Rodri held her finger: "But we were born in such an era, and you are not the same. Your Majesty."
There was something else hidden in his voice, and his eyes were hidden in the darkness.
"You are still a person of flesh and blood."
said the queen.
… … … … … … …
Archbishop Rodri left the carriage with the Queen's order to build a trade point with Ermia, and passed by several noble ladies as he left. When he passed by, the noble ladies who were chatting and laughing immediately restrained their smiles and put on a rigid and upright look.
"That's Archbishop Rodri."
It wasn't until the black priest's robe disappeared from sight that the lady in the blue silk dress breathed a sigh of relief and said in awe.
"It's exactly the same as in the rumors." Her female companion said in a low voice, even when they were talking behind their backs, they were subconsciously a little cautious.
In fact, Archbishop Rodriguez is still very young. He is the youngest Archbishop Roland in history. It is not an exaggeration to describe his face as "handsome". But almost no lady would admire him—no matter how handsome his facial features are, he can't conceal the indifference and indifference on his body, that temperament is more reminiscent of gods and selfless martyrs than flesh and blood .
Archbishop Rodrik was like a pile of dead ashes who had burned himself clean for his own religious ideas, covering himself in a chilling tone. He was obviously the archbishop of the Roland Empire, but he always only wore a solemn and ruthless black priest's robe, instead of a colorful and richly decorated cassock.
And those hands are even more respectful.
Pale, slender, and thin, his wrist bones were tightly bound by the sleeves of the priest's robe, never letting go. It is a pair of hands that will hold the scriptures tightly like a falcon, and it is also a pair of hands that will mercilessly punish all indulgence and depravity.
People can imagine how it holds a sword to kill heretics, and how it holds a parchment sermon, but they can't imagine how it gently holds a woman's warm body, let alone how it will hold a certain person with nostalgia. Only soft hands.
In private, people said that Archbishop Rodriguez was Roland's least mortal "person".
Never merry, never laughing, never leisurely, honestly repressing all his sensuality.
A clergyman through and through.
"It's terrible."
The noble ladies sighed in unison.
……………
"Is our Monsieur that terrible?"
The queen sitting in the carriage looked out the window with a bit of amusement and surprise.
Mrs. Kelly poured her a cup of afternoon tea and looked up at her. Only the Queen would think that Archbishop Rodriguez was still a mortal with flesh and blood.
After all, when facing the Queen, Archbishop Rodriguez will show a side that is no different from ordinary people.
Like a pile of dead ashes that only ignites in front of the queen.