After saying goodbye to Roland, Philip drove into Olevi Castle, met with Karl, Palatina, Bazel and others who came to greet him, and after greeting him, he untied the blanket wrapped around the statue of Perot and confirmed that the statue was unscathed, and a stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. The statue will then be taken over by Palatina and sent back to the Holy City, in case there are any other things on the way.

Palatina confirmed that the idol was in good condition, and after signing for it, she asked Philip casually: "I just saw a total of three people outside the city, why are you and Mr. Witt the only ones entering the city?" ”

Philip smiled knowingly: "That young man is Roland Kolas, the son of Rudolph, and thanks to his escort all the way, Witte and I were able to get to Oleviborg safely." ”

Palatina couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, her face surprised.

"It turns out that he is the prince of the Far East, and he has heard his name for a long time, and when I see it today, he is really as extraordinary as the legend."

When Bazel heard this, he couldn't hold back the jealousy in his heart, snorted heavily, and said contemptuously: "It's just the son of the leader of the traitors, what kind of 'prince'!" ”

As if she had not heard Bazel's sarcasm, Palatine stood at the head of the city and watched the back of Roland Kolas gallop away, pursing her lips in silence.

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Philippe set off from Colasbourg on September 19 and embarked on his journey home, which took many twists and turns along the way, and finally saw the holy city of Yasan on the morning of September 26, after a 20-year absence.

The young church deacon Werther was inevitably timid and almost stumbled when he got out of the car, but Philip seemed calm. Along the way, he was thinking about how to appear in the Holy City, and now he has a plan in mind.

Before entering the city gates, Philippe took the statue of Perot from Palatina's hand, untied the blanket that wrapped the idol in front of passers-by, held the idol high with both hands, and strode into the imperial capital with his head held high in a gesture of compassion and solemnity.

Philip took ten steps, then lowered the idol, knelt on the street with his hands on his hands, bowed in the direction of the palace and the Basilica of the Light, then stood up, held the idol high and continued to walk, and after ten steps he knelt and prostrated again.

His strange behavior immediately attracted the attention of passers-by, and the crowd stopped in the street, curious onlookers, pointing and wondering what the old man in the bishop's robe and holding up the icon was, and why he knelt down in the street and prostrate.

Philip's identity was soon revealed, and people of insight recalled that his ten-step prostrations were imitations of the Gospels. In ancient times, pilgrims and atonementers used this solemn ritual to show their piety and sincere repentance. However, today, people living in a commercial society are not as sincere and religious as the ancients, and this ancient pilgrimage ritual has been forgotten by the world. At first sight of Philip's actions, people inevitably thought it was too exaggerated, even funny, but the atmosphere on the streets soon changed subtly. First, some women and the elderly were moved to follow in Philip's footsteps and pray.

The sacred religious atmosphere quickly swept the streets, and people were either genuinely inspired, or by observing the changes in the expressions of others, realizing that it was necessary for them to appear to be moved, so as not to appear out of place with the people around them, so they joined the pilgrimage to follow Philip, from the city gates to the cathedral, and more and more people joined in, gathering into a mighty army.

When the guards in charge of maintaining the security of the holy city arrived, they were shocked by the grand procession in front of them, and rushed out of the crowd in a hurry to try to take away the old man who had disturbed the peace. Palatina intervened at the right time to stop the guards and waved them to meddle in their business.

The guards did not know Philip, but they were no strangers to this "knight princess", shrunk their necks, touched their heads and retreated to the side of the road.

Ignoring the interference of the guards, Philip's pilgrimage was completed and he reached the cathedral with the statue held aloft.

Crown Prince Frank was already waiting in front of the door, dressed in the golden robe that symbolized the Grand Duke of the Church of the Light, and greeted him with a solemn face, took the idol handed by Philip with both hands, and carried the holy relic, which had been escorted back to China from all walks of life, into the church, and placed it in a position where it could restore its glory.

The moment the statue of Perro was placed in the cathedral, it suddenly shone brightly, as if the sun was rising. The light of divine power illuminates the streets, so that those who accompany them feel the warmth that goes straight to the soul, and they all cheer and praise "My Lord Pero".

After completing the handover ceremony, Philip bowed and bowed to the statue that had been replaced, and when he got up, the blood left on the floor under his knees attracted the attention of onlookers, only to realize that Philip had worn his knees along the long street, and his knees were bleeding profusely.

Philip endured the sharp pain in his knees, got up and walked out of the church, smiling, and slowly walked down the stone steps to the crowd, where he was greeted with applause and praise. People saw the power of faith in this old man who had returned to his hometown after hardships, and they shed tears of emotion, as if their hearts had also been purified.

However, not everyone was moved by Philip's pilgrimage, and on a terrace on the second floor of the cathedral, Patriarch Grigory stood on the railing, watching the scene unfold on the streets.

"It's disgusting!" Standing behind Gregory, the Bishop of the Holy City, Claude, had a bruise on his forehead, and the scene in front of him made him unbearable, "I am shocked that a sinner who has lost the diocese of the Far East should have the face to return to the Holy City to put on a public show, dressing himself up like a saint, and the bishop of the Holy City can be so hypocritical and shameless!" ”

A wry smile crossed Gregory's clear face: "Calm down, my friend, in all fairness, Philip cannot be blamed entirely for the fall of the Far Eastern Province, after all, he tried to implement a policy of softness to pacify the mob, remained silent during the three years he was imprisoned by the rebels, and did not openly make traitorous remarks to whitewash the peace of the traitorous party, even if he is not a patriot by virtue of these two articles, at least we cannot accuse him of being a traitor." ”

"Even if Philip is worthy of the Imperial Government, is he worthy of the Holy Light Church!?" Bishop Claude retorted unconvinced, "The so-called Reformation he tried to implement in the Far East was an unprincipled compromise of heresy and contrary to the right path of the faith, and his cowardice was precisely reflected in his cowardice when he was imprisoned for three years and did not have the courage to die a martyr!" This kind of stealthy goods are not qualified to wear yellow robes! Throne, you should stand up and rebuke Philip for his depravity and strip him of the title of bishop! ”

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