Byrne and Savile confronted each other for a long time, and when Byrne began to cry, Savile stopped holding on and pointed to the map on the table.

"Byrne, look at this map, the territory they gave me is in the diocese of Metz, and where is the diocese of Metz? It's in Lorraine, why didn't they seal you in Bayonne? Do you understand?"

"Isn't this exactly what you need? Just now you were asking me to ask the Count of Bayonne for the territory of Lorraine, on the grounds that I was willing to protect the land passed down from his ancestors, and to smash those who tried to infringe on the interests of the Chevalier family, hehehe.....!

A sneer hung on the corner of Bourne's mouth, and his heart was tormented by his conscience, from the contact with Charles a few days ago, to Olive just now, the two nobles of the Chevalier family had given him enough respect, and now he felt shame and resistance that he had never felt before when he recalled the various calculations of the Free Council against the "mentally handicapped count" during this time.

"You're wrong, Byrne, now that the Lorraine region is in chaos, most of the nobles have expressed their allegiance to the Chevalier family, and there is also a dispute within the Chevalier family, and the Count Bayonne has buried all the knights loyal to him in Sbaya, and now he urgently needs loyal knights to guard the territory for him, so he will offer to give us fiefs and titles, this is not how generous and kind he is, otherwise why wouldn't they divide you in the rich Bayonne? He is using us to sell their lives......”

The corners of Bourne's mouth trembled a few times, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Then why don't I go and ask them to give us the territory in Bayona?"

Savile had a cold face, and after a few seconds of silence, he looked at Bourne seriously: "Byrne, now our parliament needs a piece of land to be used as a place to promote our faith, the Lorraine region will fall into chaos for a long time in the future, the people there will live very hard, they need us, we also need them, this is a very rare opportunity, you can't destroy the council's plan because of your personal wishes!"

Savile took a step forward, his eyes becoming stern, "Byrne, thousands of miserable people are waiting for us to save, if your faith is shaken, then I will let Gerson take your place." ”

Bourne's tall body trembled unnaturally, and his gray eyes were full of painful struggle, and he closed his eyes, and it took a long time to calm down.

"I have not forgotten our vows, and my faith has never wavered!"

Savile showed a hearty smile, he patted Bourne on the shoulder affectionately, and hugged him warmly, "Very good, I knew you could do Bourne, after this spiritual transformation, your faith will become stronger, in order to save this miserable world, we have to bear the unbearable and incomprehensible pain of ordinary people, and when we succeed, everyone will remember our name......."

Byrne listened to Savile's surging declaration, hugging each other stiffly, he tried to recall everything after he met Savile, hoping that the surging passion could deepen the vow in his heart.

Back then, by chance, Bourne came into contact with the Liberal Parliament, a new idea, and a warm and friendly group of friends.

Although everyone is at the bottom of the society, but they all have a heart that is not willing to be oppressed, everyone has helped each other through countless difficult days and nights, a piece of bread can be eaten by several people, a bottle of wine can be drunk by a group of people, everyone is excited to discuss their future together, tasting spiritual enjoyment and happiness.

What a nostalgic time! Today, Bourne still holds on to his beliefs, but he can't find the feeling of enthusiasm and exuberance at the beginning.

The central location of the North Ferent Fortress is a fortified inner city belonging to the Flensian army, with towering wall turrets and elite heavy guards, idle people and others generally do not approach, even if something enters the inner city, it is careful to keep quiet, never make loud noises.

And in the northeast corner of the fortress, there is also a special area, there is no wall here, there are no guards, but people will also consciously remain solemn when they walk here, no one dares to be presumptuous here, the atmosphere here is even more solemn and solemn than the inner city of the fortress.

This is the base of the Church of Light in the North Ferent Fortress, La Salle Cathedral.

The tall and majestic buildings are made of monolithic boulders, and even the outer square is paved with stone chips, so that even if the entire fortress is dirty and messy, it is kept clean all year round.

Along the square, there is a white granite-paved walkway, which the faithful consciously walk on both sides until they reach the eighteen steps before looking up at the towering church gates.

A carriage pulled out of the inner city of the fortress, and two tall North Sea Norton horses spread their hooves and ran down the central street to the northeast corner of the fortress.

The pedestrians on the road heard the shouts of the coachman and took refuge on both sides of the road, and when they saw the sterling silver ornament inlaid on the side of the carriage, they immediately lowered their heads, the owner of the carriage was a viscount of the kingdom, in case these nobles felt that they were rude, the whip of the coachman did not have eyes, and it was in vain.

Viscount Forde Chacoman sat in the carriage with a gloomy face and a little unhappy, just now Cardo made it clear that he would not be involved in the follow-up against Charles Chevalier.

The prestige of the deceased Marquis of Lorraine in the military is still not small, and although General Cardo's actions do not represent the final attitude of the military, at least the military will not support this matter for a short time, which makes Forde Chai Koman feel in danger.

Fort Chaikoman is not a middle-level transcendent like Cardo, and if he really angers the Chevalier family, maybe something extreme will happen, but due to the interests and pressure of those behind him, Forde Chakoman has to continue alone.

"Lord Viscount, Russell Chapel has arrived!"

The carriage came to a steady stop, and the coachman informed Forde Chai Koman through the door that he had not opened the door at once, and that a qualified noble coachman would leave his master enough time to tidy up, perhaps to arrange his own clothes, or perhaps to arrange the clothes of others, but in any case the nobleman would certainly show his best side to the commoners.

Forde Chai Koman opened the car door by himself, his expression was dignified, but his fat body was not so elegant when he got out of the car.

"Wait for me outside!"

Fort Chai Coman walked down the white granite corridor to the main entrance of Russell Cathedral, and the civilians on both sides of the corridor unconsciously moved away from him, stopping to let him go first.

In fact, the distance between them is very far, but this is the distance between the privileged class and the common people.

When Fu Caikoman walked through the dozens of meters long and climbed the eighteen steps, he was already a little out of breath, although the nobles had to practice martial arts since childhood, but he had been pampered all these years, and most of his martial arts had already been abandoned.

At the end of the stairs, directly above the doorway of the church of Russell, hangs a cross with a vague relief of a human figure.

Fort Zaikomaan took out a velvet handkerchief from his bosom, wiped the sweat off his face, lowered his head and made a cross on his chest with his fingers, and prayed in a reverent whisper: "Praise the light!"

Even though Forde Chai Koman considered himself to be part of the most powerful class in the kingdom, he had to be respectful in the face of the light.

Even the king, too.