Well, when it comes to gambling, these monks are no less than anyone else, and despite the gods calling them duty, they are currently the most restless group of people in the Empire. After all, it's only the people who make the rules that the rules don't seem to matter to them.

This is also inevitable, as long as they can become monks, they will inevitably have to learn a lot of knowledge, which will affect their intelligence level and IQ, this value must stand in the upper echelons of the empire, but they obviously have not yet exchanged for their due position in ability.

In the hall, the monks raised their hands.

An old archbishop gave Goethe a deep look, and finally said with some reluctance: "Then do this, the time has come to verify your divine favor." ”

Watching the clergy swallow their saliva, Goethe finally showed a relaxed smile, he looked at the people under the watchtower, and said with some smugness: "God loves the world, but only I love me more." ”

After this rather endless prayer, he also left the venue directly, and several strong men carried the wealth that had just been paid and followed him closely, as if everything that had just happened was just another formality.

When the monks left the meeting, they would hold several internal meetings in the designated church, but at the end of each meeting, the bishops and missionaries still had to rush back to their areas and convey the contents of the meeting.

Therefore, meetings are not an idle job, and after the meeting, there is always a strange scene in the streets of Abbasquia. Within the empire, there was a law prohibiting monks from riding horses or carriages in the streets of the city, so the monks in robes had to run through the streets in groups.

Whenever the citizens saw this, they would always stop, and then wait for the monks to finish running, and then do their own thing.

Even if there were any strangers they had never seen who asked them about the origin of the matter, most of them would not be angry, but would just be happy to say the last sentence.

"Hey, look at them. This is His Majesty Sardinia's chosen people, what a hard-working bunch. If Sardinia doesn't bless them in time, who can he bless?"

But when the priests come out, they do not immediately return to their posts, but stand en masse at the door of the monastery and look beyond the bustling streets, the chaotic houses, and even the first city in front of them, Abbasquia.

If anyone could see the shadow flickering in their pupils at this moment, you would see that it was the outline of the palace mountain.

In any case, the church was not too far from the palace, and the monks had far more wealth than they owned, and a few archbishops, together with a dozen bishops, simply scraped together the last 50,000 gold coins.

This is not surprising, although the monks did not have a large income before, but there is absolutely no "large amount of charity expenses" in their mouths, not to mention that the monks themselves do not spend a lot of money, even if they can only receive a few thousand gold coins a year, the reserve of more than ten years is far more than 50,000 gold coins, besides, this is still the result of removing the personal income of those monks.

You must know that the Duke of Malta alone will not give less than a thousand gold coins to several archbishops in a year, not to mention, he is far from the only duke in the empire, and the counts who want to curry favor with him alone can provide these monks with a large amount of income every year.

If these flows alone are likely to be far behind the wealthy Imperial merchants, it will not stop them from doing business without capital. In many cases, the monks also work part-time as civil judges, and these part-time jobs are not usually free, and the standard of fees is positively correlated with the urgency of the case, and the real criterion for judging the case is not the matter itself, but the piety between the two.

Selling faith to others. I really don't know who invented this strange idea, and it is a fair deal to exchange a certain amount of wealth for satisfying Rao's spiritual needs, but on the one hand, he has to instill his own ideas in his head, and on the other hand, he has to empty their money bags, I don't know if this is a kind of morality.

Eventually, however, the monks sent their wealth to the Imperial Palace, where they were transported in a cargo cart by officials from the Imperial Treasury and a representative of the monks.

Of course, the two of them are just going through the motions, the clerks who really serve the royal family and the knights in the knights have already checked the carriage several times, if they dare to do anything at this joint, then, what awaits them may not be the mercy of His Majesty the Emperor.

Before this batch of gold coins was sent to the palace gates, only a few people knew what the new king of Great Pruss might do with him.

And when they were moved into the inner treasury by the knights, the entire empire became aware of the Emperor's plans.

At the foot of the palace mountain, the Gothic Bishop, who had just delivered the gold coins to the court, and the Grand Master of the Rainbow Knights, Sward, came together side by side.

"How's the plan going, Grand Master?"

"Then of course everything is going well, I can tell you this, I, and our Imperial Majesty, had a complete idea long ago before you sent this money, and my brothers and I were just waiting for your money. ”

"Is it really that smooth, and no one will stop you?"

When Sword heard Bishop Goethe's somewhat apprehensive question, he did not answer seriously, but only heard a funny joke.

"Who would want to stop our Emperor Majesty? Moreover, you need to know who you are talking to about it, Your Excellency. I, the eldest son of the Duke of Sward Malta, the Emperor's Servant, the Master of the Royal Order, the Emperor's First Protector, who would stand in the way of an Imperial military advisor?"

"And our Imperial Majesty?"

"You're just more worried. Not everyone in the Abbasquia family has that talent. If it weren't for the first palace minister of the year, even His Majesty Nordin would ......"

At this point, even without Goth's reminder, Sword's realized that it was probably because his previous opportunities had been implemented too smoothly, and his ambitions had been a little too inflated, causing him to say something he shouldn't have said.

Even though they are close allies, they are also subjects of the Empire. If it weren't for the efforts of the previous two emperors, maybe one of them would still be in that part of the kingdom with a shortage of slaves, and the other would still be trying to inherit his father's position as chieftain, where did they get rich today.

No matter how ambitious the two of them are, they still can't do this kind of thing of crossing the river and smashing the bridge.

You can't slander the first emperor, but if you want to satirize the things of the current emperor a little, they still dare to do it.

Probably to hide his embarrassment, Sword tugged at his face slightly, and said as if jokingly

"An emperor who loves hunting. Do you think it would be difficult to convince such a person to go on an expedition?"

Bishop Goethe was a pragmatic man, and he certainly didn't hold on to his allies' braids, at least until the great cause of their church was done.

"And when are we going to go to the Rhine? I've even drawn up several bishops. ”

"Rhine? no, no, no...... It's not the Rhine, it can't be the Rhine, it certainly won't be ......"

A grin appeared on Ward's face again, only this time, he was not embarrassed, but an inexplicable smug and cunning.

"The nobles of the Empire will not agree to your plan, Lord Bishop, in fact, no one will agree to this plan, although the contract between Prus and the Empire was already over by the time the last Majesty took his last breath, but...... This is a civil war, our empire is currently politically and economically superior, who cares about a country under siege? I don't care, my father doesn't care, well, maybe our Emperor His Majesty cares, after all, this is a festival between them Abbasquia and Prus, and he should want to find an opportunity to deal with them......"

"But not now, definitely not now, the empire can't shoot the first arrow, not once, otherwise the nobles will not absolutely support it. Without the support of the nobility, our emperor would never be an opponent of the House of Prussia. I can hear it, the Majesty who fought with Gaisate back then is still alive......"

As Sword gushed his words, Bishop Goth's face began to turn pale, as if some strength had been drained of his body. But he is a smart man after all, even if he knows that he has been calculated by others and has been used by other people, he can easily admit his fate, instead of shouting like some stupid loser, or not being able to shake up.

No one wins all the time, but remember not to admit defeat is the right thing to do.

"So, where is the Empire's goal?"

Bishop Goethe's mind calmed down in a few breaths, and asked in a rather calm tone, although he could not achieve his optimal goal at the moment, as long as there was a war in the empire, the money was not spent in vain, and he could still make a profit from it.

In fact, since the Empire's war goal was not in Prussia, it was already obvious. Sword raised an eyebrow and spat out the two words that were already on the verge of being uttered.

"Northland. ”

Despite being mentally prepared, Gothe took a few deep breaths. He grew up in the south since he was a child, but he vaguely heard some barbaric rumors in the north, not that he was afraid that the knights of the Great Prussia would not be able to deal with the tribes living in the swamp, in fact, the Great Prussians of this era had just defeated their century-old enemies, yes, there was actually an upward atmosphere in the territory of the empire, that is, the knights of the empire had no burden

This is also the reason why those classes support the war behind their backs, believing that the empire is invincible, and that if the empire goes to war with any other race, they can easily win and gain a piece of the local land, whatever they want.

It's not so much about the locals as it is about the local climate.

"It's a long way off. ”

The Gothic monk scratched his hair cut in two under his hood, and asked with some concern, "Is the Empire ready for another expedition......?

A look of fanaticism gradually appeared on Sword's face, and he turned his head, staring at Brother Gothic deadly, and then said

"This is what our Knights want, an expedition in which the swords and guns of the knights cut through the chests of the aliens, and we plunder their lands, enslave their people, and create a new farmstead in the newly conquered land. ”

Goethe wanted to refute him, but he couldn't say anything, this was actually an act in line with the teachings of Sardinianism, and it could also be said to be in the interests of the monastics, after all, the newly opened territories under the direct control of the empire must also need priests to preach, and when that time comes, they can open up a large pastoral area......

"If you really think so, then Satin will probably be willing to bless you with victory on the battlefield, Captain. ”

"What do you mean by that, is our holy war not in the interest of your church? Although I admit that I have not been able to fulfill my initial promise, I do not think it is a betrayal. ”

Sword frowned slightly, he was not satisfied with the monk's remarks.

"No, no, no, sir. I'm just, God loves the world, but ...... The will of God is also impossible to guess. I wish you a triumphant return and your soul ascending to the Garden Path, but we don't know God's will. ”

"God's will. Bishop, do you really believe that all the life we live is arranged by God, the Lord Sardinia?"

This is a question that cannot be answered at all, and although it is not known how the other monks have examined this thing in their hearts, Bishop Goethet only believes in his own efforts, but, just as Sword must trust the sword in his hand, as a monk, he can only believe in Sardinia. Because if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have seen anything

"I believe in God's will, just as you believe in a sword in your hand, knight, and I hope it will give you solace and sincerity. ”

As if he had not expected Brother Goethe's reply, Sword made a slightly surprised expression, and then slightly straightened his countenance, making a respectful expression.

"My lord, though you are young and young, I think that you are indeed the closest person in the world to Sardinia, and at least you have a deeper understanding of the doctrine than my half-baked father. ”

Brother Goethet and Sward laughed in unison, for at that moment, they were Pets's confidants, not friends, let alone rivals, but it was funny that they could understand each other.

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