The young white-robed priest walked through the tedious corridor of St. John's Church, like a beginner flipping through an obscure and difficult papal text, and without a guide who was familiar with the way, it was easy to go astray, as if the priest, who was considered a shabby monk by the young nun, was not in a hurry, and the momentary loss did not prevent him from admiring the cathedral carefully.

The young priest paused, pulled out a delicate gold-colored pocket watch engraved with dense and subtle Old Latin, sighed, turned around, and walked back. He was a man with a good memory, so he accurately returned to the aisle where he met Sister Charlotte, perhaps the nuns who had lived in the cathedral for 16 years would not have known that that corridor had a vague name that was not well known, "Corridor of Hundred Flowers", she only knew that there was a flower on every piece of marble, but she did not understand that they were a collection of the coats of arms of many great families in the empire, which was the glory of the ancestors, the scorching power, and the glory of the heirs.

When the white-robed priest returned to the corridor, Charlotte, who had been in a daze for a long time, happened to jump to the middle of the corridor, and the young priest ignored the occasional presumptuous behavior of a believer, and did not stop her childish behavior, he just walked to the place where Charlotte's "Great Canon of Frenty" fell, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to gently rub the slightly old flower badge.

Charlotte jumped to the end of the Hundred Flowers Gallery, subconsciously turned around, and found the figure of the kind monk, who wanted to disappear immediately, but out of curiosity, coupled with the first conversation, she thought that the priest must be a pious and docile good believer, she boldly walked to the young priest with the hem of the white robe laid on the marble floor, she bowed, bent a soft arc, and asked with a smile, "Lost?"

He withdrew his hand slightly, raised his head, smiled like the sun shining into the choir from the dome of the church in winter, nodded, and said softly, "Can you lead the way?"

"To the library?" Charlotte had no reason to refuse his request, although she vaguely remembered that he first asked about the direction of the conference room, but the simple-minded nun immediately thought of the library not far from the conference room, which was the only place open to the outside world in St. John's Church, where many scholars and philosophers or some vassal and elegant nobles liked to go there to borrow a book and ask for a cup of milk tea from Condy, so that they could spend a leisurely afternoon, and occasionally a young priest who studied in a cathedral or seminary would come to the library for a day and be silent in the sea of books, but of course this group of people could not afford to drink a cup of royal milk tea that required 5 Caesar gold coins。

The young priest smiled and said, "Go to the conference room." ”

At the moment when Charlotte was confused, a noble old man in a bishop's robe ran over quickly, panting despite his majesty. The old man looked at the young man who had risen up to salute him with complicated eyes, and sighed heavily in his heart, he was probably the only one in this cathedral who did not hold any ridicule or hatred for him. Charlotte looked surprised, she couldn't understand why the Bishop of Pisa, who was in charge of the Pope's faith in St. John's Cathedral, stopped here because of his own non-doctrinal teachings, or because of the ordinary clergyman with a calm expression in front of her. St. John is not an ordinary cathedral, she is neither the main church of the imperial diocese, nor the church of the grand diocese, but the exclusive church of the royal family, the patriarch and the laws must be set by the royal family, so although the bishop of Pisa is only one of the nearly a thousand bishops in the empire, Charlotte once saw an archbishop of the eastern district make way for the bishop of Pisa, and the learned and prestigious bishop of Pisa bowed respectfully to a poor young priest who had washed his robe countless times, and looked in awe?

"When I was confused, I received the precious teachings of the saint Iyeta. Bishop Pisa said softly, as if explaining something.

The white-robed priest, whose expression had changed to seriousness, smiled sincerely, and then looked at Charlotte, turned sideways to give up a vacant seat, signaling that she could start leading the way, the bishop of Pisa was stunned for a moment, and quickly gave up his place for Charlotte, whose little head was buzzing, walked in front in a daze, uneasy.

Charlotte was at the forefront, the young priest was half a position behind him, and the Bishop of Pisa was completely behind the white-robed priest, opening up a clear distance.

The old man remembered the saint who voluntarily renounced the patriarch's scepter, the cardinal archbishop who was destined to be great in the history of the Holy Empire and the Vatican City, and then the old man's eyes refocused on the back of the young man who was about five steps away from him, was this the godson of the saint who could once become the "papa" of the great diocese in the northwest? Why did he choose the Sacriards Ministry, which was separated by a thin line from heresy, over the future rector of the Theological Seminary of Maideola, the youngest archpriest of the future empire, and why did he personally dye the blood of his family and guillotine his elegant father, Duke Rotonchild?

The obsidian withered in the most disgraceful way.

The Rottonchilde family, which had lasted for 14 generations, died.

All the imperial nobles were gloating or shaking their heads in regret.

But the empire, without exception, has spared no effort to taunt and curse the young man who abandoned his family and godfather.

The city of Augs, where the Rotonchild family is located, is even in the lowly Nordun slum where the "Young Master Augustine" is spreading.

In the entire empire, I am afraid that only the "betrayal" Augustine has been practicing for 3 years, the air monastery Vedeola, who has maintained the silence of the ascetics as always.

"Is this a sign of contempt for the Holy See and the Empire?" said Fourth Secretary of State, Parme, looking up at the large clock hanging on the wall, in a deep voice, with an angry expression. This powerful minister, who is full of radical ideas in the two fields of papal reform and military rectification, is not as jealous of the relatively unfamiliar Lord Haehime as his boss "Rachel's Tiger", she is just a symbol that is not impressive enough in the mind of the Deputy Secretary of State, and the Sacramental Ministries is a force to contend with the entire Holy See, compared with ** and the other 2 ministries and 8 courts care more about and pay attention to power, Palme does not believe that the plump woman sitting in the second seat really hopes that there will be one more institution in the Inquisition, and it is still a "COSMO" that intends to sanction the entire Inquisition, who wants to hang a sword of Damoricos on his head? Palme sneered in his heart, who knows if the protagonist who is about to enter the conference room will die in the dark wrist of the Inquisition's own people the next day.

When won't the empire stage a ridiculous farce?

"I have asked the Bishop of Pisa to find Augustine, Augustinian priest. Cardinal Gamu sat at the right end of the rectangular conference table, hesitated, or call Augustine a priest, after all, he has been deprived of the title by the emperor, this is an undoubted public fact, but the Holy See has not moved on the surface because of the status of his godfather Iyeta, but Gaimu knows that many papal dignitaries who are jealous of Iyeta have been clamoring for Augustine's excommunication, and Gaimu is not in a hurry to give an opinion on this, and finally chooses to stand in a neutral position, even though he is one of the biggest scholastic differences of opinion during Iyeta's lifetime, but the old man has a little agreement with Iyeta's opinion, a Vatlantican priest, whether as an incomparably noble cardinal archbishop or a lowly friar, should stay away from worldly struggles. In the end, Augustine was able to retain his priesthood, not because there were too many wise men like Gaemus in the Vatrentia, in fact, on the contrary, but because the new patriarch left a sentence in the midst of the uproar.

"Augustine is wasting all of our time, and as the leader of the newest institution, COSMO, this is the greatest irresponsibility. Cardinal Benjamin Burton also frowned, it seems that Augustine, who has aroused the disgust of the entire city of Jupit, has made this steady and conservative nouveau riche and Palme rarely come to the same front.

COSMO, translated from Old Latin into the official language of the Empire, means "order".

Isn't an unpunctual COSMO leader the greatest mockery of "order"? No wonder the always approachable cardinal complains innoccupially.

"Benjamin Burton, are you questioning His Majesty's decision?" said Second Secretary of State, Sadi, who had almost maddened loyalty to Emperor Jupiter no less than the Pompeys' hatred of the heathens.

Benjamin Burton's face changed drastically, and without waiting for him to explain, Cardinal Gamu had already relieved the poor cardinal who was one step away from being dragged into the sacramental ministry by his political enemies, "Your Lieutenant Secretary, the cardinal is only stating the facts, and with his piety and loyalty, he will never be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor. Okay, let's be patient and wait for the priest to arrive, I don't want the future head of COSMO to see us arguing as soon as I push the door open. ”

Benjamin Burton naturally did not dare to show hatred for Rachel's Tiger who held the power, he wisely transferred all his anger to the stormy latecomer, even if the "Lord Haiji", who was far away from the aristocratic world, showed a certain affection for Master Augustine, but the smiling and crying faces of the upper circles, how could they be taken seriously? The shock caused by the strange attitude of one of the three giants of the Inquisition to Augustine at the beginning faded after he was relieved, after all, today's protagonist is just a common enemy of the empire and the Holy See, what kind of waves can a young man with no family background make? and it is rumored that Emperor Jupiter is also lukewarm to this young master Augustine, otherwise he will not deprive him of the title that the nobleman regards as life. As for the reason for the birth of a secret COSMO, well-informed nobles believe that it was Emperor Jupit's attempt to use the "dark hand" of the Sacramental Congregation to make the last obsidian petals of Rothonchild disappear from the dust, in a perfect way without a sound.

"Are all the young big men so impatient these days? Mime-sama, who is as plump as a mermaid, said with a smile that her charm is always suspected. The words that came out of his mouth did not take into account the thoughts of the cardinal and the cardinal archbishop next to him.

"Mihime-sama. Sadi reminded with a cough.

The big people here were dissatisfied, but no one had any intention of taking this woman's sensational statement seriously, and could it be that this woman, who was older than the cardinal, was thrown into the Inquisition?

The tall and plump female Haihime-sama pursed her lips and continued to hold her cheeks in a daze.

Lesdun and Teutonic are definitely not going to join in the fun, it's really boring.

She held one finger on her cheek and gently curled a strand of blonde hair in her ear, and looked around, but she didn't find a man who dared to face her, a group of timid and boring male creatures, and even the ambition to conquer the female of the superior was exhausted by the comfortable and comfortable aristocratic life?

The dark giant began to wish that the young and lovely papal butcher would come to the conference room sooner, and that it would be best if he could throw a few nobles or bishops in the sacrament prison.

Will he become an ant who can be pinched to death by the 4th Secretary of State, or will he become a dragon that even the Divine Spear Column Shield has to open his eyes and look at carefully?

The "mother of the ewes" narrowed her eyes and slowly pondered this relatively interesting question.

At this moment, the young priest with a mysterious identity in Charlotte's mind was approaching the conference room step by step.

When he saw the iconic buildings of St. John's Church on the way, he would always smile and ask, and Charlotte would be willing to answer his questions, which made Charlotte less and less convinced that he was a major player who was qualified to enter the conference room.

The Bishop of Pisa quietly followed behind the two young men,

The old man had listened to the teachings of Cardinal Iyeta, for which he was grateful, and he remembered that at the end of that conversation the saint had spoken something that he remembered very well: "My godson, the child of the city of Augs, will go further than I do."

Above the saints?

The old man shook his head slightly, his heart full of sentimental emotion, Lord Iyeta, the child in front of you must have disappointed you.

The royal knights led by the two emperor's close knights guarded the two rows of the corridor of the conference room, meticulous, dignified and majestic, so that Charlotte's last journey was extremely trembling, and even the well-informed Bishop of Pisa couldn't help but hold his breath, especially when the old man saw the royal knight No. 2 who could only be seen behind Emperor Jupit, dressed in gold-colored heavy armor as dazzling as the sun, a pair of face armor, only revealing a pair of eyes, luxurious and shocking, the Bishop of Pisa bent down and arched his body, his steps were heavy, and the three of them finally walked to the door of the conference room, Charlotte was already pale, and she roughly knew how powerful the big man in this door wasFor Charlotte, the last word she had to say to them was an extravagant desire, an ambition that needed to be repented of not being allowed by the Lord.

Turning her head with difficulty, Charlotte saw a warm face that was still peaceful, and smiled at her, full of gratitude, which made Charlotte relax for a moment, forgetting that more than 20 unattainable imperial dignitaries were sitting in more than 20 seats in the conference room, sitting on chairs and staring in the direction of the door. Charlotte saw the young priest standing in the center of the door, tidying up the ordinary church robes that were poorer than all the clergy of St. John, and then took out a badge that Charlotte had never seen nobles wear in the cathedral, a very beautiful strange flower, but unfortunately a third of it was broken, and she suddenly remembered the pattern she had seen when she picked up the book in the corridor.

He pinned it to the chest of his robe and slammed the door open.

Cheap and old white cloaks, badly worn dark purple badges.

Is he a down-and-out aristocratic priest?

Suddenly it lit up, unusually dazzling.

Charlotte held out her hand to her forehead.

Half of the sunlight pouring from the sky through the dome into the conference room, half of the hidden light of the prominent figures in the position, the arrogant and deep faces that Charlotte had seen one after another alone, gathered together at once, making her tilt her head, and take a few steps back in fear and panic.

"Thank you, dear miss, for showing the way. My name is Augustine. Rotonchild. ”