In July 1645, with the formation of the North Sea Alliance, Jacank's entanglement with Stamford finally came to an end, with the Alliance's first governor being Canedy of Stamford and Nimitz, the former naval commander of Jacques.

This incident did not have a big impact on the mainland countries, and in the landlocked countries, there was not even a splash. Everyone is concerned about the religious wars that have just begun.

There was a split within the Cult of the Illuminati, the first being the fundamentalist faction led by Francis, the successor of former Pope Gregory, who was the most powerful conservative, but it was rumored that he had murdered the pope and then usurped the throne, and that his ascension to the throne was not approved by several other archbishops, leaving a handle for the other factions to turn the table.

The second faction was the ascetic Sage of Light Urbino, who, unlike the fundamentalist Francis, advocated the establishment of a secular church, the abolition of indulgences and many red tapes, the simplification of rituals, and the expansion of the power of the local church. His ideas were supported by many poor and local churches, and he was also called a reformist or pauper.

The conservatives scolded the poor men for being unholy and contemptuous of theocracy, and the poor men accused the conservatives of clinging to the inadequacies and misinterpreting the will of God, especially since Francis was a usurper who had been unable to explain the cause of the death of the previous pope. As a result, the two sides officially broke up.

The vigorous religious war began, and all the countries on the continent, without exception, chose sides. What? In your country, there are half conservatives and half of you believe in the poor? Then let's fight a civil war first, or change to a king who will take sides?

In addition to these two major factions, there are also a bunch of small factions, such as the original "pious" Hickstu, a small messenger who took the papal warrant that he had deceived out of nowhere, and took away a group of people from the Templar Order Order, and actually set up another mountain, claiming to crusade against the "hypocrites" of the two major factions, which is really a joke.

The destinies of the hungry and cold, the local tycoons with strong armies, the ambitious nobles, and the scheming monks are intertwined, and the tragicomedy is staged on the mainland in 1645 and against the backdrop of the magnificent wars of religion.

While the flames of religious wars burned everywhere, there was another place on the continent that was rare in silence, and that was the holy city of Fatigan, the Cult of Light.

No war should disturb the tranquility here. This is the golden rule that was laid down as early as when the Romans made the Cult of Light the state religion, and no one has dared to break it for more than a thousand years. Those who can live in Fartican, whether religious or commoner, all have extraordinary devotion to the Illuminatis, and of course, they are all conservatives.

Twenty kilometres southwest of Fartican is the small town of Lorma where life is calm and slow, like an old-fashioned table clock, and it walks steadily on the same path.

Recently, a small couple moved in from the city, and they ran a small alchemy workshop to produce some cheap daily gadgets. The man's name was Dacora, a strong man who was nearly two meters tall, and at first glance he thought he was a rough line, but in fact he was a subtle, knowledgeable and elegant man, with outstanding craftsmanship, and the hostess's name was Elizabeth, who was a very beautiful and gentle girl, who knew how to heal.

The gadgets produced in their workshops are of high quality, the prices are fair, the people are friendly, and the reputation is very good. There is an endless stream of customers who come to the door every day, and sometimes the small couple is busy until late at night.

But today was different, as soon as it was dark, there were no customers, because there were two strong men in black robes and beaded silver crosses standing at the door. They also carried a huge cross-sword in their hands, and clay wood sculptures stood in the doorway.

"Don't go there, the Inquisition is inside!"

"Poor outsiders, what's wrong with them?"

"Whatever happens, it's not good to go to the inquisition, and I think they're going to be unlucky this time. ”

"What about my kitchen knife? I said I'd pick it up early tomorrow morning!"

The neighbors were talking.

The little boss Dacora was not nervous, he was looking at the uninvited guest in front of him.

She was a girl in her early twenties, with fiery red hair in a simple bun at the side of her face, long sideburns that hung down to her shoulders, looking like two strands of dark red blood running down her forehead, and a tall figure wearing a thick half-length glossy silver armor with a large golden saffia, indicating that she was a Templar.

Within the rigid lines of the armor, the black tight-fitting lining fully reveals the feminine waist of the woman, as if a tender shoot drilled out of the cracks in the hard stone slab, adding a bit of tenderness to the steel warrior, hard and soft, showing perfect harmony in her.

But the ferocious temperament destroys this harmony. Her eyebrows were very thin, and they flew diagonally towards her forehead, and a pair of hanging eyes were used to squinting, and everything was fierce. The corners of the mouth are always slightly upturned to one side, as if this small Sakura mouth was born like this, and it looks like she is smiling coldly at all times.

"Who are you pretending to fool, and you drank two glasses of water from me for nothing. Lala, don't come out. I'll deal with it, what kind of official is this guy?"

That's right, the little boss Dacora and his wife Elizabeth are Duck and Isabella. After they left Stanford, they came to this most dangerous and safe place, a little hidden in the city.

Isabella had practiced with Urbino the Lightwalker in her early years, and many people around Urbino knew her. Fortunately, Urbino is the reformist of the two factions, and it must be okay to choose to settle in the stronghold of the conservatives, right?

As soon as the opponent entered the door, Isabella took a clear look at her, and when she heard Duck ask in the team chat, she replied without hesitation: "The main institutions in the court are the trial court, the execution court and the secretariat. The Enforcement Chamber is responsible for arresting and torture. The badge she wears is that of the Templar Arrest Squad under the Enforcement Court. Be careful, the arrest team does not need to approve the arrest, and can do it directly. ”

"Understood. I'll hear what she's going to do first. Duck turned to the samurai, "Beautiful young lady, your presence has really made the little shop shine, and it is the most beautiful scenery since I opened here." ”

The female warrior leaned back in the chair, charmingly wiped her long sideburns behind her ears, and raised her single eyebrow slightly: "Oh?"

"The small shop undertakes the processing and refining of various daily necessities, but precious jewelry such as gold and silver is not included......

With a thud, a glittering knife was thrown on the counter.

"What a chic cleaver, with a special handle that can be separated from the blade, and the willow leaf-shaped head is as thin as paper, but it can cut through tough skin and thick fat with a single knife. It's your shop's work, right?"

Duck held the knife in both hands, looked at the initials "D·E" engraved on the hilt, and nodded: "This is indeed a contemptible clumsy work, it was commissioned by a doctor from the church hospital, is there something wrong with its quality?"

"No, the quality is superb, and the doctor was amazed by your design ideas and craftsmanship, and highly praised your invention, saying that your invention has greatly improved their work efficiency and relieved the pain of patients. That's not what I'm talking about, though. ”

Duck pushed the glittering scalpel back, "So, what do you mean—"

The female warrior's smiling eyes flashed like a poisonous snake: "Boss, how many people have you skinned to figure out this kind of thing?"