The stormy Holy Church, in a gloomy color, ushered in the end of the fifth and sixth years of the new calendar.

Hope, future, future, these words seem unfamiliar and distant to the Holy Church in five, six or six years. The Wehrmacht's four-month siege of the Central Cathedral, the heart of the Holy Church, forced any Saint of the time to admit that they were going through the darkest period in the history of the Holy Spirit.

Yes, whether it is the vigorous industrial revolution or the chaotic and complicated political situation on the mainland, it seems that all of them are pressing the last straw for the dying camel of the Holy Church.

However, future generations of historians will eventually realize that the end of this year is the beginning of a new era, and that the 567th year of the new calendar will become a year that will be remembered forever by the history of the mainland.

And New Year's Day in the fifth and sixth years of the new calendar begins with a yawn by Elliot Savile, the god of the church.

Lu Chen finished yawning and opened his eyes blankly, but he didn't see the dazzling sunlight. He sat up from his bed and found that it was darkness all around him, except for the faint flame of the oil lamp on his desk.

He looked out the window: the sky was still a dull shade, proving that it was still late at night, but unlike before, the magnificent fireworks were blooming in the sky like raindrops, and the joy of the people in the streets lingered in his ears—

It was the first hour of five, six or seven years.

The grand New Year's Eve celebration on the streets of the imperial capital has become the culprit of waking up the divine envoy.

"Niang Xipi...... I won't let people sleep......" Lu Daguan muttered and scolded.

In the past two days, although there was no such exciting activity as "sneaking into the warehouse", he still made a lot of preparations for future actions, and he was tired enough.

——For the current Lu Daguan, a good night's sleep is definitely a luxury.

He lay on the bed for a while, and found that he could not sleep, so he had to get up and get out of bed.

In the hallway outside the door, there was silence. Church personnel have always had a regular schedule and rest, and of course they will not stay up late and engage in New Year's Eve activities like ordinary citizens, and no one will stay awake and walk around at night.

However, due to the noisy celebratory sounds outside the window, a good night's sleep has become a luxury.

"Evil......" Lu Daguan rubbed his face with his hands.

I can't sleep. Lu Chen lit the oil lamp in the bedroom and brought the light back to this small base again.

He inspected his room: the desk was full of open books and papyrus—the ruins he had left behind after a few days of hard work; the three large packages beside the bed had shrunk much from the previous days; as for his huge bed, it was basically the same, but only Lu Chen himself knew that under the soft pillow, there was a sharp dagger.

- Lu Chen doesn't have the habit of killing people in Boss Cao's dreams, but the situation is complicated, and he must also consider his own safety.

He looked at the clock on the wall: the hand pointed to one point.

1 a.m. ...... In five hours, the church's daily morning prayer will be the same. After that, it was generally the time for various people to do their own work, but today the situation is different.

Today is New Year's Day in 567. According to the Pope's arrangement, after the morning prayers, a series of celebrations will be held in the church until 12 o'clock at noon, after which everyone will come to the hall for luncheon.

The luncheon is the occasion where Lu Daguan is scheduled to speak.

In the past few days, the people in the church have been busy with this New Year's celebration, but Elliot Savile is an oracle without authority, and Lu Chen is as happy as an outsider.

"It's New Year...... Lu Chen put down the fire fold in his hand, sat at the desk and supported his cheeks.

Although it is New Year's Day in the West, the fireworks outside the window still make Lu Chen feel the breath of the New Year.

On Earth, every year during the Spring Festival, my mother would cook several large pots of pork and cabbage dumplings, and then call relatives to say hello.

I don't know how my parents will celebrate the New Year this year? What will they say to their relatives and friends after their only son dies in the line of duty?

Lu Chen thought about it, and felt that his eyes were wet.

"Day. He wiped his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand and sighed.

This is a critical time for the Holy Church, and there is no time for him to be sentimental!

He stood up slightly, stooped down and gathered a piece of papyrus on the table: it was covered with scribbled handwriting, the result of his hard work for the past few days. Lu Chen carefully folded the straw paper and put it into his arms.

As for those books that were piled up haphazardly, they simply didn't care about tidying up before.

New year, new atmosphere. Lu Chen patiently stacked these books neatly, and soon restored the desktop to neatness.

Now in the middle of the night, everyone in the church is sleeping, and Lu Daguan is a little bored sitting alone. He searched for it on the bookshelf, and finally found a knight novel in a corner - according to Lu Daguanren's understanding, knight novels are online novels of this era, and the content is almost the protagonist fighting monsters and upgrading.

Purely pastime reading.

He's been reading professional texts these days, and now he's in need of a bit of relaxation. So Lu Chen opened the novel called "Sir Gordon's Persona", ready to learn how the brave Sir Gordon slayed dragons and sisters......

As a result, after turning a few pages, Lu Chen found that this book was not interesting, the whole book was a routine reversal and shaking wit, and it was not sure which street writer in the empire was working on.

But there is a sentence in it that is quite interesting, Lu Chen found a piece of paper and copied it down-

"The greatest brilliance in life is not that it never falls, but that it always rises again after it falls. 」

"Yes, dear Sir Gordon......" Lu Chen muttered with a smile, feeling his heartbeat accelerated by nervousness, "Today, I am looking forward to spreading my wings and soaring again." ”

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The Imperial Reichstag is located on the King's Road, the main thoroughfare of the Imperial Capital. Forty-six Doric Roman columns support the triangular sculptural lintel and make the round vault behind it appear solid.

The entire building is made of white marble, which is not only structurally solid and reliable, but also exudes a majestic and solemn air from the inside out.

However, at this moment, the front of the parliament building is filled with joy.

With the permission of His Majesty the Emperor, the citizens of the imperial capital were able to gather in the square at the entrance of the Parliament Building to celebrate the arrival of the 567th year. In order to demonstrate their technological prowess, the two major industrial groups in the empire, Pendragon and Dawning Industries, even pulled two new train cars onto the square for citizens to visit and experience.

It's a celebration of the whole world, and it's a new year that everyone celebrates.

Countless people held flowers, fireworks and skewers aloft and sang out-of-tune New Year's songs in a haphazard manner.

At the front of the noisy crowd of celebrations was a procession of members of parliament.

Dressed in opulent white tuxedos and holding bouquets of red roses, the political elite greeted the New Year with the excited citizens – more for show, of course.

Lord Dan de Leyen, Chancellor of the Exchequer, stood at the very edge of the line, his face gloomy and out of place with the cheerful atmosphere around him. Humpty Dumpty George, who had had a secret meeting with him before, stood beside the Lord and secretly reached out and pulled the Lord's sleeve.

"What for?" said Lord Dandelane, giving George an unkind look.

"Be happy, Dan Delane. Humpty Dumpty George smiled, "The New Year is here, do you want to think about finding a noble lady to marry?"

The Lord snorted. He moved his neck for a moment, and then squeezed out a sentence from the corner of his mouth:

"If the church is immortal, why should the family be?"

George was stunned. He looked up at the Lord, only to find that the other party was not looking at him at all: the Lord's flaming gaze passed past the jubilant celebratory crowd and looked straight to the west of the imperial capital—

In that direction, the Central Cathedral of the Imperial Capital stands majestically, its Gothic bell tower spire, soaring like a sharp cavalry lance, piercing the night sky of the imperial capital covered with fireworks.