But this is not the dark millennial age when the Inquisition dominates the power of the Church, and it is not a glorious age when the pope can dismiss the king and the bishops can cut the disputes of the lords. The authority and power of the Church were greatly reduced, and the power of the nobles and knights had to be respected, and the realm of thought was slightly relaxed.

The aristocracy liked extravagant, romantic, and light-hearted subjects, and the poems, oil paintings, statues, statues, and other works of art created by the artists were drawn from ancient myths and folklore, and there were countless themes related to the beliefs of the ancient gods.

After all, if everyone was really examined according to the teachings of the Lord of Radiance, none of those nobles would be able to escape the charge of heresy.

A work of poetry involving the gods of Gulosta, although it is suspected of praising the old gods, is really not a crime in today's classical romantic literature.

Originally, when he heard this whistleblower say that he wanted to report the heresy of the Pantheon, the young priest thought that another mole lurking in the Pantheon had been discovered by the believers, and the opportunity for meritorious service that he had been looking forward to had come, but after hearing the content of the report clearly, he couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.

"Idiot!"

Looking at the informant's flattering and humble expression, the young pastor couldn't help but feel a pang of boredom in his heart. The young priest was a noble child, the second son, but he was favored by his father, and at a very young age he was sent to the church to study in preparation for the future to become a respected priest. His life had been going well, but not long ago, he had lost a bid with a rival for the position of parish priest in Naga Town, and he was building up a lot of resentment and resentment.

"Why is that guy Rhett so lucky, when he was on duty, he encountered a report from someone, not only was he lucky to meet the unlucky magician who failed the experiment, but also destroyed a vampire's nest of captive blood slaves, made a meritorious deed, and was favored by the archbishop, and was able to surpass the rank of the black-clothed Hondo priest in one fell swoop and put on a white robe!"

"Why, why am I from a noble birth, and I am from a serious seminary, but I still have to keep the cathedral day after day copying the scriptures, dealing with miscellaneous items, and staying up with seniority day after day, while Rhett, the poor boy who was kicked out of the house by his father, can easily get everyone's attention, and go all the way to the ......"

"Why, why did Rhett meet all good opportunities, what I met was this kind of fool who would only be jealous and could exclude his peers!"

The young priest's heart was tumbling with such indignant thoughts, and he listened impatiently to the whistleblower's chatter weaving slanderous words against his peers, although those inferior words were ridiculous, and those with brains could debunk them when they heard them, but in the rules of the church, he still had to listen carefully to the whistleblower's report, and sit down to record according to the rules.

The young priest was very impatient and wanted to send the whistleblower away, but just as he waved his hand to end the conversation, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought of the conversation he had overheard while waiting for the archbishop and the dignitaries of the Inquisition, and of the group of "black crows" with "red gloves" stationed in the cathedral, and suddenly had a bold idea.

Why not be a little bolder, why can't he take the initiative, and why is a poet who writes praises to the evil old gods not an apostle of the pantheon?

The evil Pantheon apostle is like a mole, fond of the identity of the pretender bard, playwright, and circus clown, pleasing the vulgar and ignorant village farmers with carefully woven vulgar tales, and subtly promoting the faith of the old gods in the name of entertainment.

In the secret archives of the church, the "Clown King" who left countless legendary stories among the people is the secret incarnation of Klein, the "dark sage" who created the Pantheon, and the great playwright Helvia, who left countless popular classic comedies, is officially a god of the Church of Eros.

So, why isn't Carl Rowland, who wrote an epic in praise of the Old Gods, a pantheon heretic with a hidden identity!

As for how to fairly identify whether a person is a heretic or not?

Hehe, as early as ten centuries ago, a witch hunting manual of the church already wrote the method.

"When the suspect is caught and interrogated, if he finds that his magic cannot see him for what he really is, then try the following: if he turns his eyes in the middle of the torture, it means that he is using his eyes to find the source of his power, which is the devil, and if his eyes are glazed and immovable, it means that he has seen the devil. If he had the strength to withstand the torture, it meant that the devil had made him sustained and therefore had to torture him more severely, and if he could not bear it and died under the punishment, it meant that the devil had let him die, so that he would not confess and reveal his secrets. ”

"When all cannot be confirmed, let the final judgment be handed over to our strict, just, and supremely merciful Lord, and burn this man suspected of heretic at the stake. If he is safe and sound in the flames, it is clear that there is an evil force protecting him, and he must be an evil heretic. If he is burned to ashes, there is no doubt that he is an evil heretic, and has been reduced to ashes under the judgment of the Lord!"

With the glorious deeds of a series of great figures in the history of the church, such as the blood-stained saint Micedes, the blood angel Augustus, the heretic butcher Northon, and the wizard's gavel Heinrich, the young priest was suddenly full of courage.

"Very well, it is the duty of every faithful believer of the Lord to identify and monitor the heresies that lurk among believers!"

The young priest suppressed his excitement, nodded approvingly, and then said with a serious face: "Come with me, wait to see the adults of the Inquisition, and tell them what you have found!"

With that, the young priest motioned for the guards to get out of the way and let the whistleblower go with him to the cathedral to meet the big men with red gloves.

......

The interior of the cathedral is resplendent and magnificent.

The whistleblower followed the young priest in the hallowed temple, overheaded by a pointed double-vaulted roof, veneered in wood, painted in sky blue, and decorated with golden lilies. At your feet is a black and white marble floor, and a few steps away the corridor is flanked by tall pillars one after another.

Between the huge doorways and doorways, between the high windows and between the high windows, and between the columns, there are a long line of statues of the saints of the Church from the first emperor downward, who are either hanging their arms down, their eyes lowered, praying sincerely, or holding their heads high, their hands raised high, pointing to the sky, guiding the world wisely.

The young priest led the whistleblower through the long hallways and doorways to the front of a rectangular hall carved with statues of the Angels of Purgatory who were crucifixed, and respectfully reported to the black-robed night watchman in red gloves who guarded the front of the hall.

"Please inform Lord Tetus that I have found a clue about the heresy of the Pantheon!"

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