In the rotunda, dozens of catholics and priests from different dioceses of Loulian gathered......

From above, the funnel-shaped seats were chalky, and the red floppy hats of the district bishops and elders were shaking as they exchanged ears. Behind them were the bishops of the twelve counties of the province of Loulian and the priests of more than forty city churches. Except for the vacant position of the missing Bishop of Bloonshire, there were black robes and crosses of all kinds.

"His Excellency Archbishop Wallace of Lulian has arrived.

As a white-robed deacon pushed open the door of the council hall and sang loudly, Joseph, who had been tormented for a long time by the whispers of the bishops and priests, stood up with the crowd holding on to the armrests of his chair.

As the footsteps in the hallway grew clearer, the chamber fell silent. The people stopped whispering and talking, and waited for Archbishop Wallace to arrive.

The more at this time, the more people couldn't help but peek at Joseph. Even a few district bishops and elders couldn't help but glance at Joseph.

Standing alongside Sachi, Bishop Borik of the Eastern Side, was one of those who looked at Joseph. The white, thin middle-aged man with a hooked nose withdrew his gaze, leaned slightly sideways and whispered in Saki's ear, "Father Joseph looks very calm. ”

"Composure usually only appears in two kinds of people," Saki said lightly, staring at the door of the council hall, "one is the one who is sufficiently sure, and the other is the one who has already accepted his fate." The former is self-confidence, the latter is despair. ”

"What kind of Joseph is that?" asked Borrick with interest.

"He's stupid. The corners of Saki's mouth hooked contemptuously, "He sent a pair of demonic saddles to our esteemed Archbishop Wallace." ”

"Saddle?!" Borick smirked, "he can inquire about His Excellency the Archbishop's hobbies, but he has some thoughts." But hadn't he thought to inquire about how many saddles were already in the archbishop's collection?"

"So he's stupid," said Saki contemptuously, "even if he were to spend all his fortune on building a saddle, it would be nothing more than an ordinary commodity compared to the archbishop's collection." Why impress the archbishop to support him?"

"Well," said Borrick, glancing at Joseph with a smile, "Father Joseph probably thinks he will survive now." ”

As he spoke, Wallace appeared at the door of the chamber, accompanied by Brooke.

"Your Excellency, the Archbishop. The crowd saluted.

Wallace nodded, walked to the chair on the front steps of the council hall and sat down, and said, "Everyone, please be seated." ”

After everyone was seated, Brooke walked to the center of the council hall at Wallace's signal and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, the purpose of today's meeting is to discuss the attack on the convoy of the Holy See in the Western District. I think you have heard of this appalling and tragic case. ”

Everyone nodded their heads and exchanged heads.

"Silence. A deacon in charge of order stood up.

The council chamber fell silent again, and Brooke Lang said, "This is the worst atrocity that the Holy See has ever suffered in nearly a hundred years. Among those killed were two third-degree deacons, two assistant priests, and a magician. According to the report of the search and rescue team, they have found the bones and clothing of the Bishop of Bolon in a cave not far from the site of Gong Strike. ”

"Dead?!"

Although he had known for a long time that the bishop of Bronthshire was more than lucky, the news of Brooke's death confirmed by himself still made everyone present feel a chill emanating from the depths of their hearts.

In the minds of all, the Holy See has always been a powerful and inviolable being. In the past, not to mention attacking the Holy See's convoy and killing high-ranking clergy, even if you said two bad things about the Holy See behind your back, I am afraid you have to weigh the consequences first.

But now, the Bishop of Bronnshire is dead!

This news was like a huge crack that suddenly tore open the seemingly impregnable shell of the Holy See. For a time, everyone was in danger.

"Silence!" the deacon in charge of order stood up for a second time. However, this time the effect is obviously much weaker than the last one.

After a long time, everyone slowly quieted down in the shock.

"Now, His Excellency the Archbishop addresses you. Brooke announced with a grim face, bowing to the side. ,

The atmosphere in the council hall suddenly became tense.

As we all know, after a short opening remarks, it comes to the core question of today's meeting, who is to blame for this!

The Holy See of the West Side needs someone to bear the wrath of Archbishop Wallace. And the Loulian Holy See also needs someone to bear the wrath of His Highness the Pope.

This person's name is already coming out!

In an eerie silence, Wallace, who was sitting on the throne, spoke: "It has been more than a year since the war broke out. I have to admit that from the beginning of Friedau's attempt to invade this country, we, the people, have been in an awkward position. ”

"I know you have a lot on your minds right now. Some people are worried, some people are making money, some people are looking for a way out to avoid trouble, and some people are ready to take advantage of this situation......"

Wallace spoke, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the bishops and priests. The bishops and priests who were somewhat of a thought by him dodged their eyes.

"What I want to tell you now is to stop whatever you are doing or thinking about. It's not your turn to make a decision yet, if the time is up......" Wallace pointed to himself and said coldly, "I'll sue you!"

The crowd was silent.

No one expected that Archbishop Wallace's opening remarks would be like this.

"I didn't speak before because there was no need to ......," Wallace's hand, gently rubbing against the smooth armrests of the seat, with a faint expression, "I thought you knew exactly what to do." But now it seems that I need to remind you ......"

Speaking of this, he paused, his eyes fell on the body of the Western District Bishop Saki, and said word by word, "Don't make trouble for me!"

Hearing Wallace's words, even the stupidest person understands that Archbishop Wallace has already made a real fire because of what happened in Medin City.

He's banging on the West Side Bishop Saki!

At the same time, everyone felt sorry for Joseph. Since Archbishop Wallace is just a knock on Saki, then it means that Joseph's back is already a certainty.

For these big people, it is their usual practice to knock on a subordinate who should be really responsible, but who has a higher status and is closer, and then sacrifice another inconsequential guy.

It took a long time for Wallace to look away from Sachi, who had lowered his head in fear, and stood up.

"As for the attack on the Holy See convoy, there is no doubt that we should make our attitude clear. ”

As he stood up...... An invisible coercion spreads out as if it were substantial. Enveloping the entire council chamber in it.

The crystal chandelier in the chalky center was trembling, and the crystal crystal crystal collided violently in the violent shaking, making a crisp sound to make the participants' breathing, and at this moment it was completely stopped, and even the heart seemed to be stagnant.

"Immediately issue a Holy Light Wanted Warrant to arrest the murderer. No matter what his identity is or what kind of power he belongs to, he is an enemy of my Loulian Holy See. Anyone who conceals or harbors the murderer or fails to report it is guilty of the same crime. The Inquisition, the Knights of the Holy See of Lulian may declare war on any organization or force to which the murderer belongs, without request. Until he is apprehended, the general order will never be lifted. ”

Wallaceson's cold voice echoed through the council chamber. Every word is like a hammer hammer on the hearts of bishops and priests. You can fully imagine the uproar that will ensue when this strong declaration is made public.

Everyone was talking for a while, and several elders who were old and serious nodded secretly.

Although the archbishop did not want to cause trouble, now that it had happened, Wallace had to take the strongest stance whether he went to Vendinoburg to give an account or to intimidate the would-be crowds like the murderers who attacked the convoy.

"I will not spare the thugs who provoke the Holy Cult!" Wallace looked around with half-narrowed eyes, and finally said, "But please remember that this is the only time. The next time something like this happens, you should bear the consequences. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Saki and said lightly, "I'm right, Bishop Saki." ”

Saki's face turned pale, and he stood up tightly and said, "It's my dereliction of duty that such a thing happened in the Western Parish. Your Excellency the Archbishop, However, in the final analysis, the root cause of this tragic case is that the church in Medin City did not educate the secular civilians enough.

Wallace interrupted Saki with a slight wave of his hand: "This has nothing to do with indoctrination, I know what the cause of the incident is, and you know it." Since the person responsible is dead, don't involve anyone else......"

As soon as these words came out, the entire council hall suddenly fell silent. Everyone stammered, and dozens of heads with floppy hats of different colors twisted towards the edge of the highest part of the trapezoidal conference seat almost simultaneously at this moment.

In the astonished eyes of everyone, Wallace smiled slightly: "Father Joseph has always done his duty, and he should not bear any responsibility for this. Even if it does, I think, it should be a more important task and responsibility. ”

At this moment, Joseph, who had been in a state of wood carving, only felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to his cheeks.

He stood up with some trembling and leaned over to salute Wallace.

Joseph didn't know what was going to happen until he walked into the church in Muni, and he didn't know what to expect when Wallace appeared.

He was originally at the heart of this meeting.

However, his humble status confined him to the fence like a lamb to the slaughter, watching those who ruled his destiny talk, laughing, waving their noble hats in the conference room, ignoring himself or occasionally glancing at himself.

When Wallace warned everyone present not to trouble him, Joseph's heart was half cold. By the time Saki turned the blame on him, as expected, his heart was already cold. At that time, he couldn't wait to jump up and reveal all the inside stories.

But he knew it wouldn't work.

Without evidence, one more charge of framing and slandering will be added to him.

So, he could only pray. Pray that Lord Lone Wolf will fulfill his promise and let himself survive this hurdle.

Then, a miracle happened.

At this moment, Joseph's mind was already blank.

He had never been a man of wisdom and wit, and he could not express his feelings in any words other than to salute, nor could he hide in any way his trembling body and eyes that were already full of tears.

Vaguely, he only knew that everyone was watching him at this moment, and he also knew that there might be surprise, envy, jealousy, and even slow hatred in these eyes, but there was no contempt.

Not a single one!

Especially when the last voice of Archbishop Wallace is heard in the ears.

"After the meeting, Father Joseph will stay for a moment, I have something I would like to ask you for help with.

Joseph looked up, his gaze pale, and then moved away, facing Wallace with more and more respect.

"As you wish, my honorable Excellency the Great Tip Sect. ”

When leaving the city of Medin and walking along the main road towards the city of Muni, Roy and the others found that there were not a few residents who migrated north with their families.

Although the battle of Medin City was a glorious victory, the people, who had seen the horrors of that night, finally made up their minds to migrate to the north and avoid the front lines of the war as much as possible.

Along the way, civilians were seen staggering along the sides of the dirt road with children in their arms and packages on their backs.

The road is chalky, and all kinds of vehicles are heading north. There were the carriages of the nobles, the ox carts of wealthy families, and the horses and ostriches of the merchants.

As far as the eye can see, people who have never known each other are winding like a long snake on this road to the north.

There are also teams that go south in the opposite direction.

With the exception of a few caravans that ventured to Medin City, most of the people heading south were mercenaries with weapons and bearded horses.

What is even more unusual than before is that many of the teams that went against the grain were from the Holy See.

Every few miles that Roy and the others walked forward, they could see a group of papal guards, or one or two papal knights with followers, speeding by.

Seeing these people, everyone didn't react yet, but as soon as they saw the crowds of black-clothed priests appear, the crowd on the road immediately became silent.

Everyone knew that these guys, dressed in pure black robes, who liked to hide their faces under their hoods, and who had a cross mark embroidered around their chests with a long whip, came from an institution that made people shudder at the mere sight of their names, the Holy Inquisition.

It was a hell that even in their own mouths, it was called a hell where light could not shine.

Whoever can be a member of that hell is the most devout and fanatical believer. Only such a person can bury his soul, hold a ten-dimensional frame and a long whip, and walk in hell in order to punish the enemies of the Holy Father.

No one wants to be their enemy. As soon as they saw these black-clad priests, people rushed to avoid them.

And these black-clad priests don't seem to be affected by people's eyes.

They either roared away in droves, talked to themselves, or stood coldly on the side of the road watching the people passing in front of them.

Each of them was poured out of a mold. Whether it is the iron-like facial lines, the indifferent eyes, the movements of the board, and even the dull tone when speaking, they are all exactly the same.

In order to avoid trouble, as soon as Roy and the others left Medin City, they traveled with a caravan. The journey was quite smooth. But when the caravan reached the northeast of the Barony of Medin near the Viscount of Wenger, they found that something seemed to be wrong in front of them...... ）