Hagia Sophia was dark in the night, except for the long corridor where a little moonlight still shone in, and a little starlight fell on the marble floor, and the lonely figure of the emperor pulled out a slanted shadow.

Walking slowly to the corner of a corridor, where the white robe dragged on the ground and made a few bloody marks, Alexios stood here, he turned his head to look out the window at the moon, the broken half moon still hanging high in the sky.

In the dark shadows, an inconspicuous figure was hidden in the corner, and the black-robed man only showed half of his face, just standing there silently and motionless.

The two Imperial Warriors dragged a body by themselves, and the blood on the ground just now came from these two people, and the blood stained ran down their already stiff bodies.

The black-robed man did not squint, he turned a blind eye to the killings that took place around him, and seemed to have long been accustomed to it, just lowered his head and saluted the emperor.

One of the people who had been dragged away seemed to be somewhat conscious, and suddenly came back to his senses, struggling to escape from a samurai.

His body rolled down to the wall, and more blood was rubbed on the ground, on the wall, in the corners of the corridor, in a mess.

The dying priest looked at the figure standing in the bright moonlight, and he made a voice in disbelief.

The blood-stained fingers went straight to the emperor, and blood foam kept overflowing at the corners of his mouth: "Blasphemy, I curse you to hell!" ”

The samurai, who had just freed the badly wounded priest from control, stepped forward and grabbed his head, only to hear a wiping sound, and the priest's neck fell crookedly to the side and never moved again.

The samurai slammed his right fist to his chest apologetically, then dragged the body away, and finally the corridor was silent, with only the blood that had just been left behind.

"Your Majesty, several of Theodosius' little priests who have been serving close to him are already here, and no one will ever come close to the Patriarch again.

Unless it is your permission from His Majesty the Emperor! In this way, the black-robed man gently revealed the truth of the brutal killing in the dark night.

"You're doing a great job! If Theodosiken had cooperated, he would not have had to get this step, but as he got older, his personality became more stubborn.

I need to re-elect someone who can support me in reforming the existing structure of the Church to act as Patriarch! ”

The contents of the emperor's prosaic words can greatly shock those who do not know the truth, and the replacement of the universal patriarch, God's spokesman on earth, is a major event that will shake the Roman Empire at any time.

And the black-robed man was already secretly rubbing his hands excitedly, the Grand Imam of the Second Rome - Constantinople, and the ecumenical patriarch of the Orthodox Church, this series of titles only means endless power.

"Supreme glory, Your Majesty!" The black-robed man was already excited and couldn't help himself.

"Do it well and don't let me down!" The emperor turned around, and his indifferent eyes implied murderous aura, but it made the black-robed man bend down again and again in fright.

"Your Majesty, I will definitely obey your arrangement!"

The future Ecumenical Patriarch of the Orthodox Church knew very well that, unlike the Pope of Rome in the West, the Orthodox Church had always been under the rule of the Roman emperor, and it was natural that the emperor could do whatever he wanted.

But in the face of a scruples monarch like Alexios, he can only shrink his head and be an honest man.

Theodosius thought that he could rely on the illusory name of God to gain unrealistic wealth and power for the church as before.

His naïve ideas will inevitably conflict with the current emperor, the old man has today, and the black-robed man is not strange at all, and it is he who profits.

"Basil, then everything is up to you!"

The Emperor's body finally disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the man named Basil, who was shaken by the Emperor's majesty and sweated profusely.

"In the future, I will be the Patriarch of Constantinople, hahahahahahaha

When it was confirmed that no one was there again, the man could no longer suppress the excitement that was latent in his heart.

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On the new day, the bureaucrats of the Eastern Roman Empire walked on the steps of the palace, and in just over a year, it was like a world away, and the people they were once familiar with were gone.

Standing in front of the palace felt like a dream, those former governors such as Andronica, comrades such as Isaac Anglos, noble as Ducasse, cunning as Theodor brothers, now all a handful of dust, only he survived to this day.

Fuckas looked at Kimishis, another person who was climbing up the steps of the palace, and the two of them looked at each other at the same time as if they had a clear heart, but they quickly separated their gaze, and only gestured to each other, and their fear of the emperor made them always be cautious.

After the removal of the two of them from the army, Phocas and Kimiss Hiss were single-mindedly at home, and they would not easily meet unless summoned by the emperor, and the current imperial Caesar seemed to have a natural hostility towards powerful men who controlled the army.

Both of them were keenly aware of this deep-seated hostility, and in order to protect themselves, they obeyed the law in the imperial capital.

Neither participated in the rebellious plans planned by the great nobles of the imperial capital, nor did he contact the emperor's powerful rival, Alexei, like a naturally harmless little white rabbit.

Alexios is also pleased with the current performance of these two men, who have been lacking in a variety of talents, but these two will need to be tested for some time.

The Emperor could not confirm whether they had rebellious intentions, but he could confirm whether they had the ability to rebel.

All desires and ambitions come from strength.

The cave door of the palace can even see the golden light of the throne from a distance, the emperor is standing in the hall with his back to his courtiers, and it is surprising that there are as many as hundreds of Orthodox church priests are also in the main hall, and the ministers who are puzzled can only enter the hall with questions in their hearts.

Glancing at the black-robed Orthodox priests, he immediately noticed that the most important person was absent, and Patriarch Theodosius, the titular supreme spiritual leader of the Orthodox Church, was not here.

Although Phocas had also heard that Patriarch Theodosius was seriously ill, he could not attend such a solemn meeting, and the Orthodox Church would have no weight even if there were many of them.

Turning around, Fukas saw a person, his eyes shrank slightly, and a black-robed priest stood next to the throne, but the scepter, which symbolized the supreme power of the Orthodox Church, was held in the hand of this person.

Puzzled, Fucas had an idea, could the emperor appoint the next Archbishop of Constantinople before Patriarch Theodosius died? But Patriarch Theodosius was not at fault, so wouldn't it be another uproar!

In fact, a few sharp-eyed people underground have already discovered it, and slowly all kinds of criticism permeated the crowd, whispering endlessly.

The emperor slowly stepped onto the throne, and when Alexios sat down, the hall was silent.