A solemn black-clad priest, armed with a long sword, and a vigilant knight of the church. Carl's mood fell from heaven to hell at once, his muscles tightened, and his whole heart began to sink suddenly.

"Ah, it's Lord Constantine!"

When the coachman saw the young black-clothed priest, he hurriedly stopped the carriage and saluted the priest: "Salute to you, do you have any instructions?"

"Please don't call me an adult, and you don't need to salute me!"

The young black-clad priest refused the coachman's salute and said humbly, "I am only a probationary priest, and I am not worthy of the title of adult." Moreover, in the presence of the Lord, all beings are equal, and you do not need to pay homage to anyone. ”

The young priest's voice was deep and magnetic, with a natural soothing flavor.

But Karl did not dare to relax, and while gently pressing the back of his hand, he tried his best to relax his tense muscles, trying not to look at the old priest, so as not to attract his attention.

The magic mark on the back of Carl's hand was deliberately hidden long before he went out, and the mage mark of the Ancient Magic Empire was actually more like an integrated chip, in addition to storing some basic information, it could also be actively triggered with mental power to make it manifest or hidden. When the magic mark is hidden, it is invisible to ordinary people with the naked eye, and can only be detected with special magic techniques.

Although Carl's nervous heart was about to jump out at the first moment he saw this priest appear, he quickly calmed down, he didn't believe that he was so unlucky, he had just obtained the inheritance of the Ancient Magic Empire last night, and was discovered by the priest of the church today.

Carl tried his best to suppress his nervous state, trying to slow down his breathing, empty his mind, and let himself enter the vegetative soul state of meditation, like a plant, thoughtless, calm and soothing, let the outside world storm and vicissitudes, all unchanged.

However, Karl's gaze at first seemed to attract the young priest's attention, and after he calmed the coachman, his gaze went directly to Karl.

"Hi, Rhett!"

At this moment, Qiao Ji, who was sitting next to Carl, suddenly stood up, beckoned happily, and greeted the young black-clothed priest familiarly: "I haven't seen you for a while, what are you busy with?"

"I am on the orders of Archbishop Ludwig to visit the Abbey of Saint-Soulamel!"

The young black-clothed priest's gaze swept over Karl and fell on Georgie, who nodded slightly in response: "I was doing devotional practice some time ago, so I didn't go to the monastery of Saint-Sulamire. ”

"Spiritual practice, wow, Barryde, you're becoming more and more like an ascetic!"

Devotional practice is an internal term of the church, but in fact it is a kind of self-torture and self-spurring asceticism, generally either alone and barefoot trekking in the wilderness, tracing the footsteps of the saints, and conducting spiritual self-torture in the uninhabited wilderness. Either they close themselves in a small dark room, constantly whipping themselves with thorns and shackles, self-reflection in physical pain, and the pursuit of spiritual detachment.

This method is usually a special practice only carried out by ascetics in monasteries, and few priests will take the initiative to ask for hardships and torture their faith in such a harsh way.

Georgie was obviously very familiar with the young black-clothed priest, so he teased familiarly: "Maybe soon, I should call you Master Brad." A priest who is strict with himself with the sign of an ascetic is a rarer thing in this age than the feathered unicorn of an immortal bird! Perhaps, in a few decades, we will all call you the saint Master White!"

Master Brad didn't react to Georgie's ridicule, but said calmly: "Penance is a kind of practice, and preaching is also a kind of practice, and there is no difference between the two. Either an ascetic or a missionary is just one of the Lambs of the Lord, and it is no different. ”

Georgi was obviously not interested in discussing the doctrine of the Lord of Radiance with a priest, and looking at Lord Barred Constantine, who was becoming more and more like a saint in the Holy Scriptures, Georgi decisively changed the subject.

"Why is there such a big battle today, is there something in your church that needs to get you probationary pastors and church guards to go out together?"

"Not really!"

The young priest shook his head and said, "Although Lord Artest of the Inquisition believes that the City of Silver Tide has accumulated more and more dark heresies and needs to be purified on a large scale, Her Highness the Merciful Holy Maiden believes that it is still necessary to give those lost lambs a chance to repent, so there will be no purification for the time being. ”

"The Purification ...... of the Inquisition"

Hearing the name of the court, even the always optimistic Georgie couldn't help but shrink his head.

"These two are my squire guards, Todd and Bates!"

The young priest introduced the two guards behind him and explained why they followed him: "Archbishop Ludwig has given me the opportunity to preside over a church on my behalf, and they will be in charge of the Lord's glory with me. ”

"Wow, Rhett, you've really become a master!"

This time, Georgie was really surprised, you know, these days, there are many pastors in the church, but there are very few parish priests who are really qualified to preside over a church.

The parish priest who presides over a church is as noble as the nobleman who owns the territory, and is a noble lord who truly belongs to the aristocratic class. Even in the most remote and backward rural areas, the parish priest has the status of a noble knight. Not to mention, parish priests can also be constantly promoted, patriarchs, bishops, archbishops, cardinal archbishops, and even the supreme Pontifical Pope......

"Which parish, which church?"

Qiao Ji couldn't help but hurriedly asked, although he was also a priest in the parish, but the assigned church was very different. The priest of the most remote and backward country church has only the same status as the knight, while the priest of a small town has the status of no less than a lord, and if he can preside over a church in a county town, his status is comparable to that of a baron.

"It's Naga Town!"

"The town of Naga, the seaside town not far from the monastery of Saint-Sullamel?"

"Yes, Father Duval in Naga Town is not in good health, so the Archbishop has instructed me to go there and preside over for a period of time. ”

"Father Duval is sick?"

The little fat man Qiaoji couldn't help but look strange, but he knew very well how good the health of Father Duval in Naga Town was, some time ago, I heard that he had made a confession for six ladies in one night, expelling the sins of these ladies! How could he suddenly fall ill? Especially since every priest knows a little bit of light magic, and nothing else, a few healing spells can still be used, how can he suddenly fall ill and not be able to preside over the church?

However, the small town of Nagar is complex, and anyone with a little knowledge knows that it is a secret den of pirate smuggling, and it has always been very chaotic and mixed. This sudden change of the parish priest may hide a lot of shady scenes!