At the northernmost end of Fifth Avenue in Nasser, there is an east-west street, which is not wide and not wide, and the houses on both sides are also old houses, which look no different from the forgotten secluded streets of Nasser.

But if you follow this street to the west, after a few turns, you will see a magnificent complex of buildings, the main of which is at least ten stories high, and the top of the doji is not known of what material, shining brightly in the rising sun.

This is the Church of the Dawn, the center of the Dawn Church in the entire Flensian Kingdom, and the second largest Dawn Church on the continent after the Basilica of the Dawn in the city of Joman. Moreover, with the gradual strengthening of the Kingdom of Florence in recent years, the center of gravity of the Dawn Church has even gradually shifted from Norman City to this side.

"Dangdang Dang"

The morning bell of the church had struck, and there were many pedestrians on the secluded streets, some well-dressed and graceful, some thinly dressed and trembling, but they all had the same piety in their eyes, perhaps...... There is also confusion.

Every morning, the street is full of horse-drawn carriages and citizens, and all believers, young and old, walk into the church after the morning bell rings to listen to the teachings of the goddess.

The closer they got to the Lord of the Dawn Chapel, the crowd became more crowded, and the smell of black bread in the air irritated the civilians with empty bellies, and although they tried their best not to lose the last of their dignity, their weak legs involuntarily quickened their pace.

Charles took Olive by the hand and walked along the flow of people. With Roy in front and Lola in the back, plus Olive and Caroline, the three of them together with Charles protected the girl, who was less than one and a half meters tall, from being knocked down by a hungry believer who had no strength to walk.

The crowd finally began to diverge, and not far in front of them was the main steps of the Dawn Church, and to the left of the steps was where the smell of black bread came from, and more than a dozen servants of the Dawn Church, led by two clergy, were guarding several large baskets, and were distributing black-brown coarse bread to the crowd in turn.

A large number of people crowded to the left, including many well-dressed, mild-mannered citizens, who were forced to stumble helplessly into the former colonel in the crowd

Charles and Olive followed the small flow of people to the right side of the steps, and there were several clergy waiting in front of them, but the color of their robes was higher than that of the clergy on the left, a few trainee friars took the place of servants, and a white-robed monk with a black cross embroidered on his mouth.

Charles's spiritual vision was clear that he was the 'Priest' of the ninth rank of the monk system, and what was placed in front of them was not a bread basket, but a container made of sterling silver, and two large walnut chests.

Everyone who walked up to the sterling silver container would receive a silver spoon from the trainee monk, and they would praise the goddess reverently, delightfully drink the liquid inside, and then take out the scattered coins and throw them into the walnut box next to them

The two large walnut chests were constantly clanging with coins, and Charles slowly followed, finding that most of them were silver coins, and occasionally copper and gold coins were put in.

Aid and fundraising, gifts and demands, the two opposing situations seem to divide the flow of people into two waves cruelly, but Charles knows that the Church of Twilight is already doing it in a very gentle way.

In other churches, every once in a while, monks will pass by in front of the believers with donation boxes, so that you can show your devotion to the gods, even if you only have two copper coins on it, they will not dislike it.

The mild-mannered Dawn Church never does this, their donation box never takes the initiative to appear in front of the believers, just quietly put it there, if you are not willing to raise donations, then go and get a piece of black bread, the gods will understand your embarrassment and forgive your poverty.

Charles looked out into the crowd to the left, and there were many neatly dressed people who took the black bread and wrapped it in paper or handkerchiefs and put it in their arms, as if they were a cherished gift.

There was much less crowd on the right, most of them were well-dressed and well-behaved, and there were also a few believers who seemed to be seriously ill, and after drinking the liquid in the silver spoon, the whole person seemed to be a little refreshed immediately.

Soon it was Charles' turn, and the silver spoon with delicate patterns was handed to him, but Charles looked at the 'holy water' in the silver spoon that was almost invisible to the spiritual molecules, and then thought that the spoon had been gnawed by many teeth in front of him, and his stomach immediately had a slight resistance from nerves.

Charles shook his head at the trainee monk in front of him, and gestured to Roy, the butler next to him, who took out a roll of red prints and placed them in the walnut box for fundraising.

The latest new currency issued by the National Bank of Florence - the franc banknote, has the characteristics of size and light weight, which is very suitable for carrying, bribery, and gift-giving.

"Oh!"

The crowd waiting behind couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The 'doorman' who was quietly watching from the sidelines immediately walked over, and the smile on his face was so gentle and amiable.

The red franc banknotes were all worth one hundred livres, each of which was worth about four louis and one sule, and the number that Roy put in the donation box was at least a dozen, and a large sum of money such as one or two thousand livres needed to be treated differently.

As for the fact that some of the common people do not accept the Fran banknotes, it will never happen to the Church, because the Church is one of the shareholders of the National Bank of Franc, and they know better than anyone else the reliability of such banknotes.

"Can you leave your name, gentleman, and the goddess will remember you....... Are you ....... Lord Earl?" was only halfway through his sentence, and the 'doorman' suddenly asked in surprise.

The 'Gatekeepers' are already extraordinary monks, and their strong mental power makes their memory very good, as long as they are the distinguished guests of the church, they will remember their appearance after seeing them once, and as for the family coats of arms of the various powerful families of Nasser, it is one of their essential knowledge.

The clothes on the Charr were very ordinary styles, so the 'doorman' didn't notice the dark lines on them just now, but when he got closer, he immediately recognized the special pattern details on the Charles's clothes that only the nobles of the earl level were qualified to use.

"I'm Charles Chevalier, and I want to see my godmother, Archbishop Joanita Andorf!"

“.........”

The 'doorman' looked at Charles as if he had seen a ghost, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

He knew who Charles Chevalier was, and he knew that Archbishop Joanita Andauf was the godmother of Count Bayonne, but ...... You're such a handsome guy who came here to pretend to be that big fat earl, are you sure you're not here to make trouble?

Olive walked over with a steady step, and said very seriously, "We have been summoned by Godmother Darao, can you inform us?"

"Please come with me, and I'll inform you both at once, but Archbishop Juanita just came back last night, and I'm not sure if she'll meet with .......them."

The 'Doorman' led Charles and Olive to the VIP room, unsure of what he explained.

Charles followed the 'Gatekeeper' noncommittally and walked into the door of the Dawn Chapel under the watchful eyes of a group of astonished believers.

In fact, Charles could have come in the afternoon, when there would not be so many people here, but Charles wanted to know how much the 'godmother' was still 'kind' to Charles Chevalier and Olive Live, so he openly came to the door to ask for a meeting.

If she had been a little alienated from herself, Charles would have abandoned this 'backer' without hesitation, and now he was no longer a foreigner who had just arrived in your land.

Charles believes that as long as he wants to, he does not need to take the initiative to support the mountain, and some 'mountains' will move to rely on themselves.