It's late at night, but the holy city of Frankfurt is still brightly lit.

People walk in groups in heavy clothes that cover their hands and feet, walking the streets on winter nights.

While traveling at night is not in line with Tyre's teachings, today is the exception. But only today, nocturnal walking is not seen as a profanity. OK, and sublimation became a tribute to Tyre.

Because it is a ritual of sacrifice to a saint, a repetition of a miracle.

A two-metre-high brass brazier is set every few dozen metres along the street, illuminating Frankfurt as if it were day.

It was Tyre's clergy who guarded the brazier from extinguishing.

They wore sacrificial robes and dressed in the most formal manner, as if they had Mass at the beginning of each month.

But the only difference was that their scarves had all been replaced with a strong red like blood.

"When the Ektrasil whip fell, Frankfurt's back opened."

"Frankfurt was shackled and knelt down in the name of Tyre."

"His knees were worn out to expose his bones, and his heart was exposed to air."

"He walked by, leaving blood on the ground. And the people of the city fell on their knees, and touched the blood of Frankfurt with their foreheads, and kissed the ground where he had passed. ”

The priests of Tyre pressed their hands to their chests and sang in unison with solemn expressions.

They are singing about the daily use of St. Frankfurt's biography.

When Tyre first became a god, he didn't actually have many followers. His followers are not even one ten-thousandth of what he was when he became the Sun King.

Because not everyone believed that the Sun King became a god. Most people thought he was dead and those who claimed to be followers of the sun god were nothing more than lame liars.

As a result, Frankfurt, Tyre's most loyal believer, was persecuted in this small town built on a high mountain.

He was banished, confined, flogged, and caned by his lord here, Ektrahir - but this did not stop him from preaching to the inhabitants of this nameless town.

This nameless town was the highest place in the Sun King's realm at the time. It was here that Tyre became a god—of course. In the eyes of others, it should have died here.

Because of the missionary work in Frankfurt, more and more people began to believe in the so-called "Church of the Sun". In the end, it even interfered with the normal order of the city. So Ektrasil was finally enraged.

He had the guards carry Frankfurt to the city gates, threatening to whip him on the back with a salt-soaked steel whip.

But. Ektrasil is a benevolent lord. At the same time, he was also concerned about his reputation, and did not want Frankfurt to be killed in the streets.

With his last mercy, he assured Frankfurt that he would be exonerated if he told the people that what he had said was a lie and that there was no god in Tyre.

Frankfurt agreed.

But on the pulpit prepared by Ektrahir, he spent half an hour shouting the name of Tyre to the gathered people.

Because of his fatal feat, the small mountain town was completely boiling for a while.

Ectra Hill was completely enraged by Frankfurt. He picked up the steel whip and whipped it at Frankfurt's back without mercy.

He said angrily, "If there really is a god, then call him to save you!" that your God may cut the cords that bind your feet. Break your chains, and let your God chastise me with my steel whips. ”

Frankfurt, however, said, "My life has come to an end." I just want to die and be buried in the light. ”

He begged Ektrasil to wait until the sun rose in the morning before killing him, but Ektrasil was already furious.

"Then you will live! I will fight mine, you will live yours, and you will live until the sun rises and you will die in the morning light! ”

It was late at night. Tiny crescents hang high in the sky.

Ektrasil called the guards to pull Frankfurt to the gates. Frankfurt was whipped on the back as he knelt on the ground facing east.

He twitched, and Frankfurt took a step forward on his knees.

On the ground covered with fine gravel, his knees were quickly worn out.

In order to illuminate the way forward for Frankfurt in the dark moonlit night, torches were carried spontaneously. Stand on the road in front of Frankfurt.

Frankfurt climbed high with a serious injury that a normal person should have died a long time ago, and finally when he reached the highest point, the sun was rising.

That moment. Frankfurt became the Holy Spirit. The injuries all over his body disappeared in an instant, and he rose to the sky in full view of everyone.

Not to mention his injuries. The blood shed on the ground in Frankfurt alone weighed thirty people.

This is undoubtedly a miracle.

As a result, Ektrasil was also proselytized and recognized the sanctity of Tyre. Later, he even became a saint as great as Frankfurt.

The biography of St. Frankfurt tells such a story. This is how the holy city of Frankfurt got its name.

After Frankfurt, there was a holy rite of light burial. Whenever Tyre is canonized, it is necessary to have a light burial.

After Claude's light burial, he will be immortalized as a saint of Tyre.

But that's not what Claude wants to see.

If he had a choice, he would rather not have anyone know about it. Stay quietly in the kingdom of God in Sivir forever.

His faith was not for fame and fortune, otherwise his soul would never have been so pure.

As a faithful follower of Sivir, he lived for Sivir and fought for him, but after his death he will be recorded in the annals of history as a believer of Tyre.

Not to mention that Claude wouldn't agree, even Sivir wouldn't agree.

Although Jupiter IV claimed to be consulting with Sivir, less than half a day after he had delivered his message to the cardinals in the morning, he announced in the holy city of Frankfurt that he would hold a light burial in the early hours of the next morning.

In such a short period of time, there was no time to consult with Sivir.

In fact, he did not consult with Sivir.

But he prayed quietly in the Dome Cathedral as if nothing had happened.

It wasn't until night fell that the old man slowly left the Dome Cathedral and walked straight to the altar in the center of the city.

Not to mention that the whole process was negotiated with Sivir, and the old Pope did not even change his posture of prayer.

He walked step by step towards the reddened city reflected in the firelight, and his face did not change in the slightest.

"The people cried out for light, and Tyre gave them light."

"Tyre gives equal light to the people, and the people are to give their light to others."

The old pope did not know who he was praying to, or if he was simply blessing himself, and his voice grew old and deep.

"The night is long, and I have begun to pray."

"The sun always comes."

He repeated softly, his eyes as deep as the abyss. (To be continued.) )

PS: Thumb cramp again...... I can't code the word at all, QAQ