Three days after the baron's ordination ceremony, Anne and others from Grinton's lord's manor also came to attend, although Sir Wayne and these people were really weird, and they were afraid that the other nobles would look down on Bruce, but Bruce thought that this was his own team, and he had to be with him at this important moment.

"All right, Lord Baron, I gave their go, but they had to behave properly." Sir Wayne had no choice but to compromise.

"Rest assured, this is my own canonization ceremony." Bruce shrugged his shoulders and promised Sir Wayne.

"God is above, may all the best." Sir Wayne looked at the Grington retainers behind the pack wagon, and he couldn't help praying to himself.

"Lord Bruce, oh, I'm sorry Lord Baron, I didn't expect you to actually become the master of Locke Manor again." Anne jumped from behind the packhorse wagon, her skirt still stained with hay.

"Come down, my room now is big enough for ten people." Bruce laughed and stepped forward to take Annie's small hand, and Mavis and Monica arrived, but Monica was still wrapped in a hood, and the relationship between the two seemed to have eased.

"Oh, my waist, I'm really old." Elder Warren also got out of the carriage with the help of the mad monk, and Warren tapped his waist as he looked at Locke Manor.

"This manor is a little worse than my former residence, but it's still inhabitable." The mad monk rubbed his red nose and said with an arrogant expression.

"Lord Baron, why did you bring them here?" Seeing that Glinton's elders and mad monks also came, Sir Wayne's face became ugly.

"What's wrong?" It's the first time Bruce has seen Sir Wayne so nervous, as if he was taking off his pants in the wild and preparing to take a soak of and relax, only to find a cobra staring at your Tintin in a friendly manner.

"Hi Sir Wayne, long time no see." The mad monk opened his drunken eyes and rubbed his fingers away the droppings that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes, and only then did he tell what Sir Wayne was like.

"Bishop Sidney." The corners of Sir Wayne's mouth twitched as he said to him.

"Bishop?" Bruce was shocked to hear that this guy who had been in his territory all day, except for drinking, was on the way to drink, turned out to be a bishop.

"Lord Baron, you'd better not let him appear in front of the nobles." Suddenly, Sir Wayne nervously took Bruce's arm and led him to a secluded corner, and said to him nervously.

"Sidney. Holkin. Luther. It used to be a big hassle for the church. Sir Wayne said to Bruce solemnly.

"Sidney looks like you've been recognized." Elder Warren glanced at the mad monk beside him and said to him.

"Sir Wayne? It's okay, it's an old acquaintance, but seeing him reminds me of something. The mad monk untied a skin from his waist, and inside was some cheap weak beer.

The raised leather bag obscured his vision, and when he lowered it, Sidney looked at the stone manor building in front of him, and his thoughts drifted back to decades ago.

"Bell, bell, bell~~." The ringing of church bells echoed over the harbor, the southern city-state of the Duchy of France, a town principality that arose from maritime trade.

"Your Excellency." Wearing a bishop's hat and purple woolen robes, Sidney was young, his face shaved smooth, his eyes full of wise clarity, the emerald around his neck that showed his noble status, several servants followed closely with utensils in their hands, and four heavily armed knights guarded him.

Sidney owned his own cathedral in the cities of the Duchy of France, as well as one of the richest fiefdoms in the Duchy, protected by religious knights and a large number of servants, and Sidney's family was extremely powerful at the time.

"Dear Holy Bishop, please bless me." As Sidney walked along the stone path leading to the cathedral, a young lady dressed in rich clothes rushed forward and bowed to Sidney.

"Bless you, my child." Sidney, as usual, stretched out his hand and asked the young lady to kiss the ring on his right hand.

The young lady bowed her head and kissed the ring humbly, but when she looked up, Sidney felt as if her heart had been hammered with a mallet, what a beautiful and holy face, her eyes were like the most beautiful jewels of Nepos, her skin was like the milk of the healthiest cow, and her breath was full of sweet fragrance.

"You, who are you?" Sidney looked blankly at the woman in front of him and asked her.

"My name is Angelia. Jona, Honorable Bishop. Angelia smiled, her smile like a spring flower.

"Hey, woman~~." The mad monk retracted his memories, shook his head in annoyance, and drank the wine from his skin.

"What do monks do with this? This kind of cat's urine-like drink is also a loss for you to drink, let's go, let's take you to drink better. Danny saw the mad monk and threw it away, dragging him in the direction of the cellar.

"You're saying that Sidney once initiated a Reformation that angered His Holiness the Holy See, and was excommunicated." Bruce looked in surprise at the mad monk who was dragging Danny away, and he was so surprised that he could barely close his mouth.

"Yes, the Holy Court even launched a war of divine punishment, calling on the pious lords to gather an army of 50,000 to besiege the bishop's lordship, and I also participated in that time." Sir Wayne said to Bruce.

"Then he must have failed, but why wasn't he killed?" Bruce knew that the world religion was fanatical, and Sidney turned out to be a religious reformer, which was simply challenging the authority of the Holy See, and failure would inevitably be the result of being burned at the stake, but now this guy was drinking all day in Grinton.

"For in the midst of the decisive battle, he abruptly disbanded all his army, renounced his false faith, donated all his land and property, and went barefoot to the Holy Court to confess to His Hokden Pope, whose benevolent Pope Neon had withdrawn his order." Sir Wayne explained to Bruce.

"It's so easy to let him go, it looks like Sidney used to be rich!" According to the church's ability to not see rabbits and not sprinkle eagles, it must be a lot of money, so it can touch the heart of the Holy Court.

"That's right, but it doesn't matter anymore, when I escorted him to the place of exile in Glinton, he was like a puppet who had lost his soul, and it is estimated that His Majesty the Holy Pope of the Holy Court also saw that it didn't matter if he was killed or not, it was better to stay as a symbol of the church's mercy." Sir Wayne looked at the mad monk's back and sighed to Bruce.

"After all these years, will anyone still remember?" Bruce thought Sir Wayne was making a fuss, and he said to Sir Wayne.

"Perhaps, but Sidney is one of the most important criminals of the Empire, or the most hated sinner of the Church, and it is not appropriate to appear at your ordination ceremony in such a grand manner." Sir Wayne admonished Bruce.

"But he is my retainer, and what is the point of them if they cannot come to my ordination ceremony and swear allegiance to me." Bruce still stuck to his idea, and he didn't take the church to heart because he had a big plan behind him to fool the church.