There was a wave of wind in the Silver Ring King City.

"Holy Artifact Appraisal Society".

The nobles distributed invitations in the name of the family, initiated gatherings, and placed the treasured (stolen) crystal relics in the most prominent position in the banquet hall, and invited friends and colleagues to enjoy food and wine while admiring the crystal clear treasures.

This may sound incredible, but it actually happens in high society.

Gradually, this trend entered the royal family. King Guy VI and Queen Mary, following the example of the nobles who knew each other, began to feast in the palace on the theme of the treasured (yes, still looted) crystal relics, inviting the wealthy dignitaries of the Silver Ring Kingdom to gather.

This move can be regarded as a complete push to a climax of the popularity of crystal relics.

In the following days, in the folk taverns and inns, chambers of commerce, and villages and towns, the commoners gathered together, and the most talked about became the topic of "treasures from the north".

People sang to each other.

Children love to hear stories of adventures on the way to treasure treasures, young people love to talk about the value of treasures, and older people love to hear about the mystical properties and divine brilliance of holy relics.

In the huge Silver Ring City, there was only one person, who did not participate in this popular feast, but fell into great anxiety.

Bishop Fabian touched the top of his head and read intently the report on the relics that his subordinates had compiled for him.

The holy relics, which were supposed to be consecrated to the pope, ended up in the secular royal family and aristocracy. Although the main responsibility is not his own, once the diocesan archbishop and the cardinal order learn of this, the first one to be unlucky must be himself. It is imperative to find a way to remedy the situation as soon as possible.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and he raised his head in displeasure: "Come in." ”

The assistant priest pushed open the door, glanced at his boss's face, and whispered, "Father Paul is here, asking to see you." ”

The bishop frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "Is he again?"

Watching his men exit the room, the old man turned his attention to the report again.

The Northern Isles, the repulsion of pirates, the capture of ships, and the return of a full load of goods made him realize that the quickest way to obtain the crystal relics was to convince Todd to go north. After some thought, the bishop picked up a pen and paper, quickly wrote a letter, took off the monocle crystal mirror, rang the sound bell, and said to his subordinates who entered the room: "Give this letter to Father Rupert and tell him to do it as soon as possible." ”

Three days later, in the convent's library, Todd met the priest with whom he had been "exorcising".

Father Rupert didn't have a good impression of Todd at first, but after an "exorcism ritual" and meeting again, the other party's attitude changed significantly. The original arrogance turned into enthusiasm, and the original hostility turned into respect.

The two sat down at the table, and after a little exchange, the monk fully understood the other party's intention.

"The church wants him to go north again and bring back more crystal utensils."

I was secretly happy in my heart, the opportunity I had been waiting for for a long time had finally come, but I couldn't show any signs on my face.

Todd touched the cross on his chest and shook his head, his trembling hands matched with his palpitating face, making the other party feel guilty in his heart for forcing him to go north.

As if chatting with an old friend, the monk avoided talking about his willingness to go to sea. Instead, he first told Father Rupert about his "encounter in the north", and the waves were raging, the rain was heavy, the hurricane was raging, and the barbarians were chasing and killing. The excitement is comparable to the plot of a Hollywood blockbuster in his previous life, and he came as soon as he opened his mouth, so that the other party was startled with his adventure (nonsense), and the atmosphere did not dare to gasp.

"I can return to my homeland, which is already the grace of my Heavenly Father, how dare I hope to receive the blessing of the Holy Spirit again?"

Todd's words made Father Rupert feel relatable and emotional.

The theologically minded priest, who was not good at scheming, immediately patted his chest and made a loud promise to the monks: "Don't worry! Brother Todd! I will write to Bishop Fabian and persuade him to find someone else to accomplish such a dangerous task!

When Todd heard this, his eyes were stunned, and he said secretly in his heart.

You guy, why don't you play cards according to common sense.

According to the routine, you should persuade again, I will put forward the conditions, and we will make a counteroffer, and the matter can be settled.

Why is it that you are only halfway through the routine, and you just put on your pants and say you won't do it?

Pulling the topic back to the original topic smoothly, while saying that his heart is for the Father, and at the same time grateful for the great principles of the church, Todd vaguely reminded the other party a few words, if there are suitable conditions, he will also consider going to sea again, for the church to travel north again.

Under Father Rupert's repeated questioning, Todd slowly put forward his own conditions.

Three days later, St. Conce's Cathedral, Bishop's Expository Chapel.

Bishop Fabian looked at the letter sent by Father Rupert, touched his forehead, and said with a headache: "First, I want to set up a church in the port of Twilight so that I can preach to the north, second, I want the church to allocate supplies, ships and weapons to him, and third, I want the church to send a knight order of no less than three hundred men as his escort to resist the pirates?"

The subordinates in the room glanced at each other.

Remembering Todd's good deeds, some of the former members of the delegation summoned up their courage and carefully worded: "Your Excellency, the fighting power of the pirates of the north should not be underestimated. Our men fought against them eight against one, and they were almost defeated. The journey to the North, in the words of the letter, was not too ...... to be dangerous and deadly."

The bishop threw the letter on the table, and his tone was a little dissatisfied: "The first two conditions are fine, but the last one, where can I go to the Knights of the Church to be his escort in the west by the sea?

Sitting back in his chair, Fabian propped his forehead with the palm of his hand: "Obviously, the first time I went to sea and returned safely, the second time I became so greedy for life and afraid of death. It is necessary to give this kid a bang......"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

With permission, the assistant priest walked into the room and looked at the bishop with a bitter face.

The latter sighed, "Paul's guy again?"

The assistant priest nodded.

The bishop shook his head and asked helplessly, "Say, Father Paul, what is the matter?"

The reporter looked around at the other people in the room, a look of embarrassment on his face.

Fabian waved his hand to signal the others to go out for a moment, picked up the letter on the table, and opened the drawer.

The assistant priest walked up to the bishop and whispered, "Father Paul says that Todd is a heretic, and that he is going to be judged for heresy!"

Bishop Fabian froze, turned his head in disbelief, and the letter in his hand fell to the ground.