When Roger is thinking about a piece of barbecue, let's draw our eyes back to the pan-continent, and in a dusty carriage procession, a white-robed nun sneezes inexplicably.

"Ah Qiu~"

Lin, who insisted on riding a horse, lay on the back of the horse and sneezed unexpectedly, and Andrés, the second prince of the Haisuen Kingdom who had been paying attention to her, immediately came up.

"Miss Lin, are you alright? Andrés asked with concern, urging the horses to line up with Lynn and raising his overlay helmet.

Unlike Riol, the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Haisuon, or Andrés is almost two different personalities from him.

Andrés, who had converted to the Church of the Light many years ago, voluntarily renounced his position in the family and accepted the special canonization of the Pope in favor of becoming the patron knight of Richelieu, retaining only a nominal title of nominal nosbility in the royal family of Hasuon.

In fact, this situation is common in the northern countries, and to a certain extent, it avoids the struggle for royal power, and of course it also deepens the influence of the Holy Light Church on the countries, not to mention that magic lacks the soil for survival in the northern countries, even if it is the rest of the Church of the Gods, in fact, life is not much better.

"Thank you for your concern, Lynn is well. Since she was outside, Lin naturally couldn't be as willful as she was still in the monastery, and showed a gentle but slightly distant smile, and responded: "Thanks to the gods, Lin hasn't been infected with illness for a long time, presumably just arrived here from the cold northland, and is not quite used to the climate here." ”

Lynn's long pale blonde hair was more feminine and moving, and her years of immersion in the path of holy light gave her an incredible holiness and calm temperament, even if she was wearing only a simple white nun's dress, she was like an angel from heaven with an inviolable aura.

"Please also ask Miss Lin to pay more attention to her body, there are still two principalities to cross from the border of rest. Hearing that Lynn was in good health, Andrés did not dwell too much, nodded very gentlemanly, and continued back to Cardinal Richelieu's carriage.

"Whew~ Fortunately, it's over, if you don't steal shortbread, it will be embarrassing if you find out, what are you doing fasting on a good day. After praying for a long time, finally expecting Andrés to leave, Lynn quickly rubbed her smirk, and put the rest of the shortbread in her hand into her mouth, and for a moment, her cheeks pursed like a squirrel.

Truth be told, if you strip away the last bit of overly fervent concern, Lynn still has a good impression of Andrés, this guardian knight does have attractive qualities that people can't help but admire: he is humble, polite, gentle, and easy-going, all of which are rare qualities for the nobility of this era, let alone for a noble prince.

And Lynn could see that Andrés's approachability was not a disguise, nor was it just for herself—he always kept smiling at the busy and vulgar commoners and serfs in the messy fields on the way, and there was no contempt or estrangement in his words and deeds, or in the look of his eyes, while the rest of the knights beside him looked completely disgusted and impatient.

And even if Andles has amazing acting skills and pretends to be close to commoners, it is not easy in Lin's opinion - after all, the nobles of this era will not consider the need to be close to commoners at all, and they don't even bother to pretend.

"Alas, Mama Sophia, this chore arranged for me,"

A strange convoy leading to the Babbet of Sabbath bears a number of national insignia.

Most importantly, on the side of the body pulled by the white unicorn in the center, you can also see a special mark of pale gold, which is a triangle that glows with golden light, and the triangle is inlaid with a ring inside.

It is the mark of the Church of the Light, symbolizing that the power is restrained by three forces, the gods, the pope, and the Inquisition.

In the entire pancontinent, it is not common to hang the royal emblem and the church mark at the same time, so this scene naturally aroused the curiosity of the residents along the way, and those large and small lords wanted to find their backstage halls, and they were scolded one after another, and after figuring out the reason, they were sent away like gods.

They were a pretext for war, and this was understood by everyone, and of course the ostensible reason was to pay homage to the miracle of the Cathedral of Victorz, the Duchy of Dormition.

The people on this boat set out from the holy city of Kaya, floated on the Aragonese River for a month, and then traveled south from the upper road for half a month, before finally setting foot on this Duchy of Rest in the southeast of the mainland.

It was a painstaking journey, but no one in the team complained, because a person who didn't have to go through the bumps in the road in terms of identity was also on the team, and this person had never complained a word.

In the carriage belonging to the Church of the Light, Richelieu was slowly opening his eyes. 520

It was not until a few minutes after he had finished praying that this detached and non-human aura gradually faded from him, as had happened from time to time in Richelieu's prayers since the celebration of the Featherfall.

As if sensing the change in the breath in the prayer room, the knock on the door sounded at this moment, and a female voice with almost no emotional change came from outside: "Your Highness the Bishop, you have arrived in the Kingdom of Plantagenet, King Clovis III has invited you to a banquet, and arranged a teleportation array that leads directly to the royal capital, do you want to meet with that?"

The faint glint in Richelieu's eyes faded, and he replied gently, "No, just send a messenger." The Lord has given me a revelation that I shall not stop here, but shall hurry to rest, and there shall ...... There is something that the Lord has shown me. ”

The breath outside the door left, Richelieu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the light floated out of his eyes again, as if uncontrollably.

Richelieu controlled his emotions well, but the middle-aged man next to him laughed, the cardinal archbishop was a bald middle-aged man, and his skin was tattooed with scriptures and mysterious religious symbols, which even spread to his face, which made the cardinal archbishop's appearance a little terrifying.

He had a serious attitude, and there was an atmosphere around him that was difficult to approach, and he glanced in the direction of the camp with the Holy Word Technique, but he laughed: "It seems that Clovis III has put a lot of thought into it, I'm afraid that we will think too much, this teleportation array prepared is not a magic effect, it seems to be the expanded body of the space core, and I can feel the faint concept of space on it." ”

Richelieu shook his head and said indifferently: "There is no difference, the concept is still a usurpation of my sovereignty in the final analysis. ”

Wilson nodded, without saying much, as a member of the Feather Clan who abandoned his race and defected to the side of the Holy Light, even if the Holy Light God, who had not performed miracles for many years, personally changed his race, but this could not change the fact that he was marginalized in the Holy Light Sect.

Richelieu is different, the cardinal has shown amazing talent since he was a child, and in addition to surpassing ordinary people in martial arts, he also has an incredible affinity for holy light.

When he first entered the Basilica of Light, even the bronze bell on the main bell tower was struck by the light and rang three times, and he almost assumed the position of cardinal, and of course it was only that.

It stands to reason that Wilson is the pivotal bishop of the Church of the Light, and he is on the same level as Richelieu, or even slightly higher, in terms of rank, but because he has not received any position in the church, and the promotion time is short, even if he is old, he only temporarily accompanies Richelieu in the team in the name of assisting Richelieu.

"Word has it that Pius II assigned the blasphemers of the Hand of Arcane to dissect the corpse of Dilson of Vikz, and presumably the soul is no exception. After a long time of jolting, Wilson, who closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly said.

The doctrine of the Light teaches us to have compassion and charity, and it is sad that Dilson is willing to sacrifice himself to purify the world, but still cannot get a resting confession. "Richelieu

And Wilson's topic was not yet over, and when he saw Richelieu, his words were more direct: "At that time his piety was respectable, and he was silent before you, but this is because he has given most of his words to our Lord. But I've heard that Dilson has been corrupted there since he was transferred to the old abbey of Vicz?"

"The eternal Lord will contain all things, including blasphemous souls. He didn't blame Richelieu for smiling, "Presumably, Dilson's soul is enjoying the light forever in my lord's divine domain. ”

Richelieu's body seemed to be filled with a faint, holy light, and his smile seemed to be soaked in the holy light: "Although there are many gods, only the god of holy light is the salvation of life." ”

So the traitor's soul has already been banished, and since it was not to erase the traces of the great miracle, what was the purpose of His Excellency the Pope in sending Richelieu to accompany him?

A series of question marks lingered in Wilson's mind, but the former head of the Feather Clan's council naturally did not show his thoughts on his face, and seeing that Richelieu did not have the intention to continue communicating, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

"Heh, in the end, I am young, I really can't hold my breath, and I still need more experience. ”

Richelieu, who was many years younger than Wilson, had a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth, and closed his eyes, not because he was pretending to be profound, but because if he didn't close his eyes, pure holy light would overflow from his eyes.

"Jihad is imminent, but there are no people who can use it. Richelieu shook his head, and his spirit was once again immersed in the depths of the soul world, in the pure white world, where a cold voice was repeating.

"Warning, warning, abnormal plane shuttle detected, abnormal plane shuttle detected, the estimated spatial offset rate is 0.0000000000000002221%~0.000000000000000246%, please deal with it as soon as possible. ”