"The spider web of the Heinrich family is amazing."
The Duke of Leicester soon smiled again, put one hand on his chest, and bowed politely.
"I think it's really not a bad thing to be honest."
Two elegant rapiers collided, making a metal scratching sound that tormented one's nerves. Heinrich held the saber backwards and blocked the Duke of Leicester's sneak attack with a double-headed snake-like gauntlet. He raised his left hand, and the sleeve crossbow flashed coldly between his fingers.
"This is not the gesture that cooperation should have."
The Duke of Leicester's eyes changed from ferocious and ferocious to cordial and sincere. After the blow of betting was in vain, he quickly hid his true face again. He took a step back, and put the sword back on his waist as if compromising.
"Okay," said the Duke in a humble tone, "now we can have a good talk."
"What price did Prince Arthur pay for the Duke of Leicester, who has been loyal to the emperor for generations, to work for him instead?" Heinrich said.
"Probably just like when you abandoned Her Majesty Adele back then."
Before the point of the sword suddenly approached his throat, the Duke of Leicester closed his mouth with a smile.
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"God, eternal and eternal just, have mercy on me! Redeem me!"
The condemned man wears a brimstone-soaked crown of misery and cries hoarsely in the flames of fangs and claws. The iron chain was burnt red, and all that was left of a emaciated man was a black, terribly scorched mass that exuded a strange, nauseating stench. [1]
When the wind blows, charcoal dust and some jelly left over from burning flesh and blood fall down.
Several monks in pure white robes came up to examine the ashes, making sure that this "heretic" and all his writings—the venom spit by the devil Satan on the human world—had been completely burned together. In order to prevent the accomplices of the heresy from taking the remaining bones back for worship and burial—in fact, there are no bones, but a pile of indistinguishable residues. They also untied the "bones" from the chains and put the slightly larger remaining bones crushed.
After all this was done, an evangelist came out.
"Those who are deceived by Satan end in the way they deserve. All of us believers in God should set an example to others! May God have mercy on you and me!"
"May God have mercy on you and me."
Amidst the voices of the onlookers with emotions of fear, horror, and doubt, the judges in robes left quickly.
They scattered into the streets of the Rhône, searching from house to house to see if anyone was doing "dirty debauchery"—gambling, drinking, and just plain poker. [2] The prostitutes who were extremely prosperous before this were driven out of the city of God's mercy... Not only the church's original Inquisition Office, but also many enthusiastic volunteers were responsible for these tasks. They are all people who are extremely distressed by the decadent status quo of the Papal States before St. Trefus II.
The "purification movement" during the period when St. Trefus II was a cardinal was finally able to carry out vigorously in the name of "God". Judging from the situation from last year to the present, its enthusiasm is beyond imagination.
People hated the depravity of the Holy City before, and "return to holiness" was the slogan put forward by St. Trefus II before he ran for Pope. It was rare and unprecedentedly crowded.
Except for one thing, all efforts to return to "moral order" are slipping from one extreme abyss to another without knowing it.
"Someone is distributing these pamphlets." With one, "Michel's writings are like summer flies, constantly pouring out from all corners."
The cardinal didn't say the latter sentence, "it's almost like Michel's haunting".
"Michel?" St. Telefus II took a little effort to find the name from memory, "He wrote "Blood Circulation and Rediscussion Doctrine"? That is an unforgivable heresy, put them Find them and send them where they need to go."
"But..." Cardinal Castel hesitated to speak, "Many people in the church are disturbed by your actions. They hope to have a talk with you."
"We have nothing to discuss with them." St. Telefus II forcefully interrupted Cardinal Castel. He walked to the window, opened the heavy curtains, and pointed to the square outside. "Here, here is the heaven on earth, the city of gods on earth, but listen to what they say in private - a paradise for whores and thieves, a sanctuary for sin. Be sober, my dear friend, we have Decayed to the point of dying, and on our left and right are Lute and Dongsi Ule who are stalking. Even Roland, who we could control, has been able to threaten us in turn. Look at Roland, look at the world, if we don't Correct it, what greets us is a catastrophe.”
"But not all the details need to be burnt with a sharp ax." Cardinal Castel couldn't help but said.
"You have to be clear about one thing," said St. Trefus II coldly. "If you want to straighten a small tree, you only need to stretch out your hand to straighten it and add a few planks. But if you want to straighten a small tree If you want to cut off the branches of a big tree that has already grown up, and set up an unshakable support, it is already a matter of indifference whether all the branches that have been cut off are sinful."
"This will get you in trouble."
"Some untimely bugs," said St. Telefus II casually, "they'll shut up."
Cardinal Castel wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
He felt shuddering.
Castel was a follower of St. Telefus II. When the Pope was only Cardinal Luvis and expelled from the Holy City, it was Castel who did his best to maintain his influence in the Church. Without Castel, even with the help of Queen Roland, Cardinal Luvis would not be able to win the pope election so smoothly. St. Trefus II was a man of faith - Cardinal Castel never doubted it.
He has always believed that St. Trefus II can give everything to restore the sanctity of the church.
Until now, he also believes in this way, but this belief has already taken on a terrifying taste. He was horrified to realize that the fanaticism of St. Trefus II was driving him, gradually becoming a tyrant of the spiritual kingdom. The persistent quality that was always praiseworthy when he was "Cardinal Luvis" has become a completely dangerous **** after becoming "St. Trefus II".
St. Trefus II is trying to put everyone in the frame of thought he built with those old scriptures, trying to shape everyone's will to be the same.
How dangerous!
"Holy" is a good thing, but anyone who tries to return the world to its old ill-fitting frame, regardless of the vast differences between ancient and modern teachings, is downright delusional.
Cardinal Castel had to wonder what Queen Roland intended when she sent someone to escort Cardinal Luvis back to the Holy City.
Did she see this too
Is it a good thing to send a tyrannical ruler who wants to restore "sanctity" to a place that has long been corrupted, and will not hesitate to use all kinds of violence to do so
not necessarily.
After a long silence, Cardinal Castel reported another thing:
"According to the information sent back by the spies, Roland's fleet has arrived at the port of Cohemia."
"They're leaving."
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Cohemia port.
After it was confirmed that Dalton and Heinrich would jointly serve as the commander-in-chief of the army and Abigail as the commander-in-chief of the navy, Roland and Root's young ruler ended their short and rare meeting. The "dualization" of the leadership of coalition operations has long implied that the two kings will not submit their authority to the other.
Orsis set off to the northwest, and Root's fleet and army gathered at a port called "Gurtu" in the south of the Root Empire, while Adele set off to the southwest, rushing to Cohemia where the fleet and army gathered port.
As one of the commanders-in-chief of the army, Dalton came here one step ahead of time and was responsible for the organization of the army.
"I said boss," the adjutant followed Dalton to inspect the army's ammunition, muttering as he walked, "how could you really go first? You gave up the time to accompany the queen to that fellow Heinrich …”
The adjutant's face was filled with the words "Do you know how to chase girls?" It was no different from saying it directly.
Dalton walked forward with a cold wind, and took down a cannon with a substandard muzzle.
The adjutant looked back at the other guards, and saw them gesticulating and winking at him frantically, signaling him to work hard.
Ever since their immediate boss left Belle Ride, his face was as cold as if it had been cast with pig iron. Taking a closer look, the golden rose that was worn on his shoulder almost all the time was gone. I haven't heard that the queen has withdrawn the grant to Dalton's royal vassal family, and although Dalton's face is colder than iron, he has done what he should do meticulously, and it seems that he has no intention of changing the flag...
Based on the above, everyone boldly guessed:
Did the chief, who had no previous relationship experience, quarrel with the queen
This group of guys who are afraid of death and push others to thunder.
While the adjutant cursed in his stomach, he had no choice but to test bravely: "Did you quarrel with Her Majesty the Queen?"
Dalton stopped suddenly, glanced at the adjutant, and said with a smile on his face, "How dare I?"
"Ah yo!!!" The adjutant almost jumped up anxiously when he saw him like this, "How can you be so chasing after your sweetheart? You even picked the golden rose that His Majesty gave you—she gave you a gift before. You have to do everything possible to preserve the withered roses, but this time you pick the never-fading golden roses? Won’t you say something nice in front of His Majesty?”
The corner of the black-haired officer's lips twitched, and he continued to walk forward without saying a word.
The adjutant was still rambling on, so bold that he even advised him to memorize more poetry collections, and stop always saying unpleasant things in front of the Queen.
Dalton put one hand in his pocket, touching the plucked golden rose.
In front of her, he seemed to be a fool who couldn't control himself, he couldn't remember all the words he had prepared before, his mind was empty, there were thousands of mountains between his thoughts and words, and he could never find the right words.
What's the use of memorizing many poems with long affection
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