Church, a church built by myself.
When Wright set off, he never thought that he would return to this place so soon, let alone that when he came back, he would lose the blessing of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.
Losing extraordinary power and identity as an extraordinary is nothing to Wright. Power is just a tool. Before he got this tool, he lived as an ordinary person for twenty years. His identity as an extraordinary He didn't have such a strong nostalgia, but losing his affinity for the Holy Light made him feel extremely sad.
He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time. He watched the small towers and spires above the church form a sharp sword in the outline of the huge sun, like the first saint who guided mankind to cut through the darkness in ancient times. Piercing the sky like light, finally he sighed slightly, and stepped forward to open the door of the church.
The lord's words left a deep echo in his heart. Wright knew that those words were reasonable and worth thinking about. However, he knew what his problem was. In fact, he never doubted that he was practicing the way of the Holy Light. He never wavered in his determination and actions.
What really shook him was how those people who had almost completely turned their backs on the Holy Light were able to use those holy powers.
The Lord of Holy Light... Can He really not see all of this
This almost disobedient thought appeared in Wright's mind again, and the moment this thought emerged, he felt a turbulence in his spiritual world, and a faint tingling sensation emerged in his mind, and an extremely The distant, fuzzy, and chaotic whispers echoed in his ears, and the whispers seemed to contain endless truth and love, but Wright not only couldn't hear the whispers clearly, but could clearly feel that the whispers were away from yourself.
The short tingling and trance soon ended, and Wright felt that the power of the holy light in his body had weakened again.
"Is there no doubt about the Lord..." The tall pastor muttered in a low voice, and walked slowly into the prayer hall of the church. He sat down in the first row of seats, and looked up at the holy image not far in front of him—— The blurred icon of the Lord of Light stood on the pulpit, and the sunlight from the skylight shrouded the sculpture in a hazy halo—then he bowed his head and prayed silently.
In the middle of the prayer, Wright opened his eyes. He sensed that someone was approaching him, so he stood up and turned his head to look.
A middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth dress with a big waist walked over hesitantly. This is one of the believers who often come to the church on weekdays. When the peasant woman saw that Wright had finished praying, she immediately stopped her tiptoe movements, big la la He stepped forward and greeted in a loud and clear voice: "I saw the door was open—Mr. Pastor, when did you come back?"
"I just came back for a while," Wright looked gently at the woman who often came to church to pray, "Do you need help?"
"Hi, it's okay, I just heard that you are back, come and have a look - the big guy misses you a lot," the peasant woman laughed, "You are back, is the weekly church going as usual? I'll go back You have to tell the guys."
Holding a church meeting needs to lead everyone to realize the Holy Light. Wright couldn't help but frowned, with an apology on his face: "I... sorry, I may not be in a good state recently, and I probably can't host the church..."
The peasant woman didn't mind at all, and waved her hands carelessly: "Oh, it's all right, then let me tell everyone that the church will be cancelled."
Then the woman glanced at Wright curiously, and said with concern in her tone, "Mr. Pastor, are you suffering from the wind and cold outside? I heard that the snow on the north side of the Rock Fortress has not disappeared yet. You are outside." Is it freezing?"
An ignorant peasant woman probably couldn't understand the concept of wavering in her faith and turning away from the Holy Light. She just used her own understanding to guess Wright's current state, but Wright fell silent for a while after hearing those words of concern.
After a while, the only pastor in the territory shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still preside over the church—you can go and tell everyone, this week's church will go on as usual."
"Really?" The peasant woman looked Wright up and down, "Mr. Pastor, don't force yourself. Although you are quite strong, no matter how strong you are, you can't bear the disease."
"Thank you for your concern," Wright smiled, as if letting go of some burden, "It's just some... small problems, don't worry."
The belief in the Holy Light does not have such a complicated and noble connotation for these ordinary civilians. What they prayed in the church never asked for some extraordinary power. What they asked for was just a copy of Peace of mind, a tranquility in a busy life.
No matter what the power of faith means in the eyes of the priests, in the eyes of these ordinary people, the biggest role of the power of faith is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.
Perhaps as a priest, Wright has lost the ability to feel the holy light and use divine magic, but at least he still has the power to let these people enjoy half a day of peace.
Earl of Hossmann, decorated with luxurious gold and silver ornaments, covered with thick velvet carpets, in the brightly lit castle drawing room illuminated by magic spar lamps, Count Karlov? Hossman is sitting in his favorite He listened to the information conveyed to him by the most trusted intelligence advisor next to him in the high-backed chair, with a rather complicated expression on his face—a hint of contempt and more confusion mixed in that expression.
The earl put down a piece of ruby jewelry he was playing with, and said with a strange smile: "Take back all the privileges of the nobles in the territory, even including the privileges of the Cecil family to manage the territory, and then set up a 'government office' to let everyone To help people of low birth manage the territory?"
"Yes, this is the information observed by the spies who successfully entered the '25th Production and Construction Brigade'. We have never known how the interior of Cecil Territory works, but with the efforts of those excellent spies, We have finally grasped some truths," Green, who was thin and gloomy, with black hair and a hooked nose, said unhurriedly next to Earl Horsman, "and it is said that even the Kant region that was recently incorporated into the Cecil family A second-level government affairs department has also been established, which has great power, and even the taxation and land reclamation of the territory are controlled by the "clerks" and "department officials" of the government affairs department."
Earl Hossman frowned: "Is this a cover? In fact, these so-called officials are all from Cecil's family, right?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case," Green shook his head, "The spies said that there are many powerful officials in the government affairs hall, including agricultural directors, mining directors, and commercial directors, all of whom are held by people other than the Cecil family. Although these people are also loyal to the Cecil family, the power they have is real, and even the knights in the territory must be controlled by the heads of these departments... "
"...it seems that the revived ancient hero has... some problems in thinking," Earl Hossman said with a half-smile, "and he not only took back the privileges of his vassals, but even made those noble knights in the Kant area And the ladies swore allegiance to his barbaric New Deal?"
"Yes, mandatory oaths, mandatory allegiance, and almost all aristocratic privileges have been taken back, and even the power to collect taxes and manage fiefdoms has been assigned to the so-called 'Secondary Government Affairs Office'," Green showed a serious expression, "According to our The spies reported that all Kant knights were forced to accept these injustices, and they seemed to try to resist—it is said that on the east side of Cecil’s land, those heroic and noble knights chose to fight with their swords in order to defend the glorious tradition. The sound of fighting even reached the city, but then they were all suppressed by violence... "
"It's an unimaginable act," Earl Hossman exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Is this the true face of the revived ancient hero? He is simply destroying the basis for the survival of this glorious country... On the land in the lower reaches of the Baishui River, tradition and order are about to disappear!?"
"He is destroying what he built with his own hands, there is no doubt about it," Green said with a serious face, "the glory of the nobility is being trampled by him, and he uses violence and demagogues to make those who flow noble blood Had to succumb to his rule, but the vast majority of people still don't know his true face—especially in some areas in the east and north of the southern border, the locals still regard Gawain Cecil as a glorious pioneering hero look at."
"Everyone has heard of his pioneering legend, but it was a story seven hundred years ago after all. I don't know how many times it has been distorted and exaggerated. Now that he is really resurrected, it is time for us to see the truth," said Hoss Earl Mann put the ruby ornament in his hand on the table, and said solemnly and earnestly, "Mr. Green, my advisor, we must take some action—this kind of behavior that destroys traditions and laws cannot be allowed to continue."
Green took a deep look at the veteran nobleman in front of him. The other party's words were so earnest that it moved people's hearts, but as the head of intelligence, he was good at reading people's hearts, but he knew the truth very well—it was nothing more than the recent frequent malfunctions of the new machinery in the mine. , the alchemists and pharmacists in the territory left one after another, and the ore market was firmly controlled by Viscount Leslie of Tanzania Town. These visible losses made the earl even more restless.
The earl has already earned a lot of wealth from the magic net technology he stole, but the nobles' pursuit of wealth will never end. As long as there is a gold coin in their sight that can be seen but does not belong to them, then They will never give up reaching out—now, Earl Hossman has seen the piles of gold coins, and he has also seen that the ancient duke has a weak point to attack. It may be difficult for him to calm down.
However, as an intelligence advisor trusted by the Hossman family, Green will not expose his master's true thoughts, he will only give a proper reminder: "My lord, please allow me to remind you—after all, he is the hero who founded the country, and he is still A duke, even if only a duke with an empty title for now."
"Yes, Duke, the founding hero, but when he begins to destroy the foundational order of this kingdom, his title and aura will be eclipsed," Karloff Hossman laughed, "this country is after all Belonging to all the glorious bloodlines, there are dozens of local nobles in the southern border, Mr. Green, what do you think these local nobles will do after knowing Gawain Cecil's destruction and threat to the traditional legal system?"