"Unbelievable...... The Count just died? Shepard sipped his tea and looked at Othello, who was sitting in front of him.

The young bishop's face was no longer childish, but youthful vigor and enthusiasm, he sat upright with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Draco himself rushed over to treat him, and I then rushed over, and the Count's soul had already gone to Hades. ”

Shepard pondered for a while, and then instructed Othello: "In that case, you will go to the Earl's Court in a moment, preside over the Earl's funeral, and then reveal the meaning of the church and Mufasa, and tell the other two barons when they come." ”

Othello responded, and hesitated: "My lord, if the barons are unwilling to accept it......

Shepard took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Do you think I'm going to discuss with them?" ”

Othello immediately replied, "Yes, my lord, I see!" ”

*

The young Earl of Orton died, supposedly because Naughty fell while climbing high, broke his head, and died of blood loss.

The grief-stricken Count's mother, the lady of the Baroness of Redstone Village, could not accept this fact and locked herself in the house for several days on end.

Fortunately, Bishop Othello and Pastor Draco of the church brought a lot of church manpower to arrange the Earl's funeral, and because the Earl was too young to even have any descendants, how to arrange the Earl's position next has become a place of concern for many people......

"Today, we are together to celebrate the funeral of a benevolent and humble good man, our young Earl of Ordon, who lost his young life in an accident, and we should grieve and mourn the passing of His Excellency Earl......"

Othello, as the highest-ranking clergyman present, stood on the podium and made a speech, he was already familiar with this kind of scene, but unfortunately although the officials and clergy present had serious faces, few of them were really sad, and the only one who cried into tears, Mrs. Molly, was also watched by Mufasa's men in the backyard.

Mufasa in the audience looked ugly, but not because of grief, but because of the news that Othello revealed to him, he clenched his hands into fists and almost stabbed his nails into the flesh, but unfortunately he knew deep in his heart that he had no courage to oppose it, and there was no possibility of success against it.

The Count's small coffin was placed in the middle of the court, the wing hall of the Earl's Court for the parties, and although dance and music had not yet taken off on the new road, some simple performances and self-singing performances had appeared.

The coffin has been nailed and will be taken to the church cemetery, where only the senior members of the church and those with titles can be buried.

Towards the end of the ceremony, Othello took to the pulpit again, and the barons and their families, officials and families, and those of Ordon who had a certain prestige or wealth looked up at him, waiting for one of the only three bishops of the Church to speak a message representing the will of His Excellency the Pope, who had lived in seclusion in the temple.

"Everyone!" Othello looked around at everyone, his eyes stayed on Mufasa, Shazu, and Peng Man for a while, and only listened to him say aloud: "Since the Earl has not left any descendants, and the Earl's mother has long been married to Baron Mufasa, in order to maintain the integrity of the Orton Territory, the Pope has decided to classify the Orton Territory as the Dominion of the Church!" ”

There was silence in the audience, everyone looked at each other, but no one expressed an opinion, the entire Orton Territory has changed three rulers in three years, and perhaps it is not a bad thing to be governed by the church in the future.

Othello looked at no one with satisfaction, but continued calmly on his face: "But please rest assured, your official positions will remain the same, but in the future, you will all be responsible to the church, and the Earl's Palace will be sealed, because there is no count anymore, so Lady Molly will return to Redstone Village with Baron Mufasa, and the other two barons will also go to their own territory, and the church city, Yanan Town, and Ahagul Town will all be managed by the church!" Everything else is business as usual! ”

The three barons accepted the arrangement in silence, and the rest of the people looked at each other, not knowing whether to applaud or remain silent, until Othello took the lead in shouting, and the crowd followed.

After the ceremony, someone naturally arranged for the baron's coffin to be cremated, and Othello took Delaco back to the temple to report it.

Shepard, who was practicing his handwriting at his desk, said casually: "Yes, the existence of the Earl's Court is too embarrassing, the official titles and grades that have been formulated can be promulgated from tomorrow, as well as the details of the new titles, territories, inheritance and management rights, I really thought badly at the beginning." ”

He put down his pen, put the written notebook aside to dry, looked at Othello and said: "Next month, the new immigration plan will officially begin, you and Draco are the leaders of the clergy in the relocation team, this is a rare opportunity, and it is also an opportunity that I have planned for a long time, the original ruins of Lothric Town, if you can't use it, find another address, the resources you need The church will be fully supplied, you are the bishop, then it will be the diocese you are responsible for." ”

Othello hurriedly saluted with Draco and said loudly, "Your Excellency, don't worry! ”

Shepard handed the notebook to Othello and said with a smile: "I've given it to you, go get busy." ”

Othello respectfully took the paper full of words and left the papal room with Draco.

The next day, a new proclamation was hung in the towns and villages of Auton's territory, but the proclamation was written in the square script that the Church now proposes, and all the clergy who could be in charge of the sanctuary or branch hall on their own, whether in the town or village, were trained to read and write this new word, and those who could not do it were to be replaced.

Everywhere the billboards were, the clergy read the announcement aloud: "Since the Earl has passed away and left no heirs, from today onwards, Orton will become a Church Dominion!" The administrators of all towns and villages, including the fiefdoms of the three barons, were arranged by the Church! ”

"Plus! Education will be carried out throughout the territory, and all school-age children, male and female, will attend classes in their local temple or sanctuary! It's free! If you perform well, you can also reduce taxes and servitude! ”

"And! In a year's time, the church will hold a joint entrance examination! The joint entrance examination is divided into two parts: the lower examination and the upper examination, and all eligible people can participate in it! The next exam will be held in one city and two towns, and after the exam, those who meet the requirements need to take the exam in the church city! Those who pass the exam will be arranged by the church to various places and have positions! ”

There is an endorsement from the church, the notice comes out, and the territory is boiling!

*

The ruins of the town of Lothric, the kobold tribe.

The weeds have long since swallowed the entire town of Loslick, and both inside and outside the ruins are like a wild field.

In front of a tall wooden carving, a roaring bonfire was burning, with colorful faces and clothes stolen from humans, and the chieftain and high priest of the kobold tribe was leading several kobold priests who were also painted on their faces but wrapped in animal skins, beating and muttering wildly around the bonfire and wood carvings.

There were all the members of the kobold tribe on the side, hundreds of kobolds guarding hundreds of human slaves, watching the chief perform the prayer ceremony.

After a long time, the kobold chief suddenly shook in place like a convulsion, and several priests around him also twitched wildly, and when they finished twitching, the chief suddenly snorted: "Great Sword of Light!" ”

The other kobolds also snorted at the chieftain's throat and shouted, "Great Sword of Light! ”

The chief raised his hands to his head again, as if he was holding something, and suddenly waved and shouted: "One sword and two cuts, Ruyi Divine Sword!" ”

The kobolds followed: "One knife and two cuts, wishful sword!" ”

The chief slowly walked up to his throne, a foul-smelling earthen platform decorated with white bones and furs, looked down at the kobolds below, and shouted, "Clansmen! My God has spoken to me! My god says we should go north! To the north, there are more clansmen! More food and slaves! ”

"Whew!" The kobolds yelled, "To the north! Northward! Food! Slave! ”

The chief raised his hands in the air, and shouted to the sky with great reverence and zeal: "My god! You are fire! You are the light! You are the only great! Oh! ”

The kobold chief waved at the kobolds: "Little ones! Pack your things! With slaves! Take your or someone else's! Follow me north! ”