The church, the church that I built with my own hands.

Wright never imagined that he would return to this place so soon when he set out, let alone that when he returned, he would lose the favor of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.

The loss of transcendent power, the loss of the identity of the transcendent, this is nothing to Wright, power is just a tool, he lived as an ordinary person for twenty years before he got this tool, he is not so attached to the identity of the transcendent, but the loss of affinity for the Holy Light makes him extremely gloomy.

He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time, watching the small towers and spires above the church form a sharp sword in the outline of the great sun, piercing the sky like the first holy light that led mankind through darkness in ancient times, and finally he sighed slightly and stepped forward to open the door of the church.

The Lord's words reverberated in his heart, and Wright knew that those words were valid and worth pondering, but he knew even more about what his problems were—in fact, he had never doubted his determination and actions to practice the path of Light, and he had never wavered in this regard.

What really shook him was how those who had turned their backs on the Light were able to use those divine powers.

Lord of Light...... Does He really not see all of this?

This almost disobedient thought resurfaced in Wright's heart, and the moment this thought emerged, he felt a turmoil in his spiritual world, a stinging sensation that seemed to be absent appeared in his mind, and an extremely distant, vague, chaotic whisper echoed in his ears, and that whisper seemed to contain endless truth and love, but Wright not only could not hear the content of the whisper, but could clearly feel that the whisper was moving away from him.

The brief tingling and trance soon ended, and Wright felt the power of the Holy Light in his body weaken again.

"Undoubted Lord......," the tall priest muttered in a low voice, slowly walking into the prayer hall of the church, where he sat down in the first row of seats, and glanced up at the icon not far ahead—the blurred face of the Lord of Light stood on the pulpit, and the sunlight from the skylight shrouded the statue in a hazy halo—and then he bowed his head and prayed silently.

Halfway through the prayer, Wright opened his eyes, and he sensed that someone was approaching him, so he stood up and turned his head to look.

A middle-aged woman in a coarse cloth dress with a large waist and a round waist hesitated to come over, this is one of the believers who often come to the church on weekdays, this peasant woman saw that Wright had finished praying, so she immediately stopped tiptoeing, stepped forward loudly, and greeted in a loud voice: "I see the door open—Mr. Pastor, when are you coming back?" ”

"I've just been back for a while," Wright said softly, looking at the woman who often came to church to pray, "do you need help?" ”

"Hey, it's all right, I just heard you're back, come and see—the big guy misses you," the peasant woman laughed, "You're back, isn't the weekly service going on as usual?" I'll have to talk to the big guy when I get back. ”

Holding a worship service needs to lead everyone to perceive the holy light, Wright couldn't help frowning, with an apologetic face: "I...... Sorry, I may not be in great shape lately, and I probably won't be able to host the service......"

The peasant woman didn't mind at all, and waved her hand with a big grin: "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, then I'll tell you that the service will be canceled." ”

Then the woman glanced at Wright curiously, and her tone was a little concerned: "Mr. Pastor, you are infected with the wind chill outside, right?" I've heard that the snow on the north side of Rock Fortress hasn't cleared yet, and you're freezing outside? ”

A peasant woman with little knowledge, probably unable to understand the concept of wavering faith and turning away from the Light, she only used her understanding to guess Wright's current state, but Wright was silent for a moment after hearing those words of concern.

After a moment, the only priest in the realm shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still preside over the service – go and tell everybody that the week will go on as usual. ”

"Really?" The peasant woman glanced Wright up and down, "Mr. Pastor, don't be reluctant, although you are quite strong, no matter how strong you are, you can't bear the disease." ”

"Thank you for your concern," Wright smiled, as if he had let go of some baggage, "just some...... Small problems, no need to worry. ”

The belief in the Holy Light is not so complicated and noble for these ordinary people, and what they pray in the church is never a supernatural power, what they want is just a peace of mind, a peace of mind in their busy lives.

No matter what the power of faith means in the eyes of the priests, in the eyes of these ordinary people, the greatest effect of the power of faith is nothing more than spiritual sustenance.

Perhaps Wright, as a priest, has lost the ability to feel the light and use divine magic, but at least, he still has the power to make these people enjoy half a day of peace.

In the castle parlor of the county of Hossmann, decorated with rich gold and silver ornaments, covered with thick velvet carpets, and illuminated by magic crystal lamps, Karloff? Count Hossman sat in his favorite high-backed chair, listening to the information conveyed to him by his most trusted intelligence adviser, and a rather complicated expression appeared on his face—an expression mixed with a hint of disdain and more confusion.

The Earl put down a ruby ornament in his hand and said with a strange smile: "Take back all the noble privileges in the territory, even the privileges of the Cecil family themselves to manage the territory, and then form a 'government office' to let a group of lowly people manage the territory?" ”

"Yes, this is the intelligence observed by the spies who successfully entered the '25th Production and Construction Brigade'. We didn't know how Cecil's inner workings worked, but thanks to the efforts of those good spies, we finally got some truth," said Grimm, who was emaciated and gloomy next to Earl Hossman, with black hair and a hooked nose, "and it is said that even the Kant region, which has recently been incorporated into the Cecil family, has established a second-level government office, and the government department has a lot of power, and even the tax and reclamation of the territory are controlled by the 'clerks' and 'department officials' of the government department. ”

Count Hossman frowned: "Is this a disguise?" In fact, these so-called officials are all from Cecil's family, right? ”

"It doesn't seem to be," Green shook his head, "the spies said that there were many powerful officials in the government hall, including the head of agriculture, the head of mines, the head of commerce, and the like, all of whom were held by people outside the Cecil family. Although these people are also loyal to the Cecil family, the power at their hands is real, and even the knights in the territory are subject to the control of these department heads......"

“…… It seems that the resurrected ancient hero is in his mind...... "Something is a problem," said Count Hossmann, "and not only did he reclaim the privileges of his vassals, but even the noble knights and ladies of the Kant region swore allegiance to his barbaric New Deal?" ”

"Yes, compulsory oaths, compulsory allegiance, the revocation of almost all aristocratic privileges, and even the power to collect taxes and manage fiefdoms are vested in the so-called 'second-level government office'," Green showed a serious expression, "According to our spies, all the Kant knights have been forced to accept these injustices, and they seem to be trying to resist - it is said that on the east side of Cecil's territory, those brave and noble knights chose to draw their swords in order to defend their glorious traditions, and the sound of battle at that time even reached the city, But then they were all suppressed by violence......"

"An act of unimaginability," exclaimed Count Hossmann with some exaggeration, "is this the true face of the resurrected ancient hero?" He is literally destroying the very foundations on which this glorious kingdom rests...... In that land in the lower reaches of the Whitewater River, tradition and order are about to disappear!? ”

"He is destroying what he built with his own hands, there is no doubt about it," said Greene with a serious face, "The glory of the nobility is being trampled on by him, and he uses violence and demagogy to make those who have noble blood in his blood forced to submit to his rule, yet the vast majority of people do not yet know his true face—especially in some parts of the eastern and northern parts of the South, where the locals still bring Gawain to his rule? Cecil was regarded as a glorious pioneering hero. ”

"Everyone has heard of his pioneering legend, but after all, it was a story from seven hundred years ago, and I don't know how many times it was distorted and exaggerated, and now that he is truly resurrected, it is when we can see the truth," Count Hossman said, placing the ruby ornament in his hand on the table, solemnly and earnestly, "Mr. Green, my advisor, we must do something about it—we must not allow this violation of tradition and law to continue." ”

Green took a deep look at the old nobleman in front of him, the other party's words were so sincere that they were moving, but as an intelligence chief, he was good at reading people's hearts, but he knew very well what the truth was - it was nothing more than the recent frequent failures of the new machinery in the mines, the alchemists and pharmacists in the territory had fled, and the ore market was firmly controlled by Viscount Leslie in Tanzania, and these visible losses made the Earl more and more unable to sit still.

The Earl had already made a fortune from the stolen magic net technology, but the nobles' quest for wealth was never ending, and as long as there was a gold coin in their sight that could be seen but did not belong to them, then they would never give up their hand - now that Count Horsman had seen the mountains of gold coins, and also saw that the ancient duke had a flaw that could be attacked, it was probably difficult for his mind to calm down.

However, as a trusted intelligence advisor to the Horsman family, Green will not debunk his master's true thoughts, he will only give a proper reminder: "Lord Earl, please allow me to remind you - after all, he is the hero of the founding of the country, and he is still a duke, even if he is only a duke with an empty title at the moment." ”

"Yes, Duke, the founding hero, but when he begins to destroy the foundational order of this kingdom, his title and aura will be eclipsed," Karloff? Hossman laughed, "After all, this country belongs to all the glorious bloodlines, and there are dozens of large and small field nobles in the south, Mr. Green, do you guess these field nobles know about Gawain?" What will Cecil do after he destroys and threatens the traditional rule of law? ”