It was also a city built by the colonists of the Empire, but unlike the conquerors who sought wealth and land, the colonists came to Raneri for their gods. The belief in the "Supreme Heaven" was a freak in Lindenwan's eyes, with a skin similar to that of the Three Desert Religions, but at the heart of it was no different from the primitive shamanism. Priests also prayed, listened to confessions, and celebrated Mass, but they did not have a single deity, nor did they even develop their own religious philosophical system, but only mythological traditions and polytheistic beliefs that were indistinguishable from other primitive religions.

They don't even believe in a specific deity, but in a single god - the Mayan Protoss. Like the druids who met in Stonehenge, the priests who chanted in the temple believed in animism. It's just that they moved this belief to the city, wrapped it in a white holy garment, replaced the dancing god with chants, replaced Stonehenge with a temple, and replaced the realistic oak coat of arms with geometric "cross-stripe" markings.

In short, the belief in the "Most High" is a city version of shamanism.

However, it would be a mistake to think that these priests were deceitful gods, because the temple is where the core is produced. And it is the core core that makes it possible to form a magic armor army. And the number of magic armor is a symbol of a country's national strength, and it is precisely by monopolizing the supply of core cores that the major sects enjoy secular rights.

Fortunately, the Druids who believe in unicorns, the Pyroids who believe in Chaos Purgatory, and the Rain God who believe in the shallow marshes are all competing with the angelic beliefs of the "Most High", which gives the secular imperial power room to maneuver. However, for the time being, the High Celestial Faith has a dominant position in the western central region of the Empire, the Fire Cult dominates the east and south, while the Druidic Cult is entrenched in the countryside of Gaul and Viorz, the Neganists are mostly active in the northeast of the Empire, and the northern part of Africa is the territory of the Rain God Cult.

However, recently, the tearing up of the major sects has become more and more intense, and the Supreme Heavenly Sect, which was once the most powerful, has also split. The oracles of the Mayan Protoss began to contradict each other, and eventually even split into the "Templars" and the "Blood Spirits".

The most notable manifestation is that the Holy See and the Praetorian Guard backed by the Blood Spirit Sect are constantly seizing power, and the stars have fallen from 26 to 29 years in less than four years, but a total of 11 emperors have ascended the throne one after another, and then they have been assassinated one after another. The average emperor reigned for just over four months. The latest emperor set a new record for the shortest reign, and he died of excessive nosebleeds as soon as he delivered his inaugural speech...... About half an hour. So the center of the empire was once again in a struggle for power.

"The spokesman of the Janissaries, Odoac, denounced this as a conspiracy of the Holy See, strongly condemned this atrocious and evil act, and reserved the right to pursue further action......"

"Really, the guys in the center know all day long that they are vying for power, shouldn't they calm down and experience the true divine will? It's no wonder that oracles are being issued less and less frequently, and the gods must be disappointed in these moths. ”

The young clergyman gave the newspaper written on parchment to his companion and went on with his work.

Although the monks have the right to transcend the world, in the system of the Holy See, these gray-robed monks are only low-level members, and they also have to work to earn their own food.

For example, this young monk is picking out the "plane stone", which is actually the first step in making the core.

The so-called plane stone is a stone that looks like a pebble but emits a milky white glow. In terms of rarity, it can't compare to silver, in terms of beauty, it can't compare to jade, in terms of practicality, it can't compare to marble, maybe the only characteristic is that it will emit a faint white light.

It's really a "cool" name for nothing.

However, the plane stone is extremely important in the military industry, it is the raw material of the core, and it is the only designated sacrifice required by the gods. God knows what is the use of the gods who don't want faith and souls......

Plane Stones, after being selected, are thrown into the altar. After a while, most of these inconspicuous white stones will disappear completely, and only a few will turn into cores that glow with magical light.

In fact, it's okay not to pick these Plane Stones, just like those Druids do, just throw them into the altar, and you can still have a fixed amount of Plane Stones converted into cores every week, and it won't have any negative impact on the performance of the magic armor. However, the Holy See of the High Heaven cannot tolerate bastards who fill up with ordinary pebbles.

However, with the decay of the Holy See and the decreasing number of oracles, the infighting and ** of the Holy See are also becoming more and more serious, which is also what the monk is angry about, but his companions don't care at all.

"Well, Eberstein, instead of having time for this kind of grumbling, which has nothing to do with us, let's bet on how long the next emperor will last. I'm out of 1 dozen lan, what about you? ”

The monk beside Ebbster took out an Imperial Gold Coin and played with it in his palm. The unit of the empire's coins is exactly the unit of weight of precious metals, which is considered the gold standard, 16 dozen lans = 1 ounce, and 16 ounces = 1 pound. Underneath the taran is a copper currency unit, which is equivalent to one-twenty-seventh of a dozen lans.

However, after all, the monetary unit is not the weight of the metal of the same weight, and the gold content of the gold coin is also declining year by year in order to empty the white wolf in the Senate. Over the centuries, with the annual inflation and the effect of bad money driving out good money, Imperial gold coins, which were worth almost the same amount as a unit of gold, became less and less valuable. As of now, 1 pound of pure gold is purchased with 20 pounds of Imperial Gold.

But even so, although a dozen orchids are actually not a lot of money, considering the average purchasing power of Vierz, it is enough to eat a good meal for three days.

But the money for three days of good food did not interest Ebbster.

"Gambling is not good...... It shouldn't be ......"

"Come on, what's not to do that isn't even forbidden by the doctrine?"

As I said before, the belief in the Supreme Heaven is just a good-looking shamanism, and although there are precepts and the like, they are also quite nonsense. Instead of chaotic abstinence precepts, all kinds of food and drink female tickets (river crabs) gambling were played by the priests in endlessly. The clergy are extremely greedy for secular power, and their skills in collecting wealth and robbing are also quite powerful.

However, if you only bet on a dozen orchids, it is really not a bad deed, and a small gamble is a big gamble that hurts your body. But Ebstein was unwilling to bow to such a petty evil.

"Luther, have you not listened to the voice of your heart...... There is a voice that has been haunting me in the depths of my heart, telling me to keep yourself clean and free from indulgence, because that would make you fall into stupidity. Do not do evil, for retribution will come sooner or later. No ......"

Ebster was a bit of a godly chatter, and this didactic tone naturally annoyed his companions.

"Come on, don't tell me what it is...... Well, as the angel told you, last time you were locked up in a dark room by the Bishop for your false words. Your so-called gods are simply ......"

"Boom!"

Thunder erupted outside the window, startling the Lutheran monks who were speaking blasphemous words, but Ebster was not in the mood to gloat. "The storm is coming...... And ......"

Ebster looked at the unpredictable clouds in the air, and fear began to eat away at his clear eyes.

"What do you see?"

"Ancient Beast...... Unspeakable Ancient Beasts...... Soulless dead! Flame! ”

"Hey! Don't be scary here! Ebster! Yes!!! ”

It seems that Ebster has committed another second illness, and his companion is trying to punch him properly to make his brain normal. But at this time, the arrival of an uninvited guest startled him.

A huge black vulture landed and swaggered into the hut where the two monks were. It glared at the two monks with bloodshot eyes.

"Quack!"

The vulture barked, lowered its eyelids very humanely, and left uninterested, swaggering as it had come.

"This! This is a bad omen! The bishop must be told! ”

"Hey! Wait a minute! Ebster! Wait a minute! That doesn't mean anything, if you were to go so recklessly as the bishop, he would lock you up again. ”

But Luther's dissuasion did not work, and Ebster was a willful man who did things according to his own heart...... And maybe the God that was in his heart.

"Nope! I have to go tell the brothers! Prepare them, or the calamity will crush each of us to pieces! ”

He braved the lightning and thunder outside the window, braved the wind and rain, and ran to the splendid temple. But he was going to be disappointed, because the archbishop was not there at all, and at this point in time, few people knew where he was.

Although the monks did not have as many rules and precepts as most people think, there were basic disciplines. If there is discipline, there will be people who will break discipline, and if they break discipline, they will be punished, so the Supreme Heavenly Temple in La's interior also includes a dungeon.

"Have all the goods arrived?"

It was the white cardinal who spoke, he was not in the temple hall, nor in his meditation room, nor did he go to the high clergy's canteen on time to eat, he was now in the dungeon.

"Of course, my lordship, I have brought everything you wanted, and they are all locked up here. As you instruct, they are all well cared for and all in good health. ”

A lean man bent down flatteringly, but his hand was silently stretched out.

"Humph!"

The Bishop snorted, and a bag of gold coins slipped from his sleeve and smashed into the lean man's big hand.

"Hmm...... Ten pounds, you are really generous and trustworthy! ”

The man who got the sweetness grinned, ten pounds was a lot of money.

"Thank you for your generosity, you have a wide range of paths and great courage, and you can hide from that mad governor in front of you. Do you want to ......?"

"No, my god is here."

He picked up a gold coin from his purse and kissed it.

"But if the Most High Heaven can continue to be so generous and powerful, I don't mind providing better service to the noble God."

"Very good...... Now you go, I'm going to take a good look at these 'cargo'. ”

Having received a satisfactory reply, the bishop paid no attention to the lean men, and looked with fanatical eyes at the caged "goods", which were ragged and trembling like quails.

"Be happy, my lovely children, God needs you."

Looking at the fear and despair in the children's eyes, the bishop grinned kindly.