If the Holy See really stipulated that clergy weighing more than 200 pounds were pigs to be slaughtered, then Archbishop Ram of Marca Cathedral could sell two heads of pork for almost money.

And such a fat pig, who even had difficulty going to bed, in the recommendation letter for promotion to the Metropolitan of the Vatlantican, was some touching comments similar to the naked observance of the doctrine, "comparable to the pride of the ascetic of the seminary of Maideola", "the poor bishop", Augustine threw out the classic sentence that later spread throughout the city of Jupit, the second sentence was even more bitter, "Archbishop Ram, when you accept the verbal confession of the noble ladies, after they take off your large robe and squat down, can they find your little bird hidden in a pile of fat?" ”

"Heretics, madmen, blasphemers. Grab it and throw it to the Warden Watt. Archbishop Ram was annoyed. Pampered in Maca, he was originally a lord who governed a rich land, and later followed the advice of his uncle, who served as a cardinal, to become a priest in Maca Cathedral, and in just ten years, he became Maka's mind, and his climbing speed was comparable to that of the children of the first-line nobles of the empire, in his uncle's words, you can become Watt's shepherd if you give up your superficial material wealth, so that you are Matt's richest person, whether it is spiritually or in terms of territory and gold, in fact, this nephew has a great talent for conquering women, and has become a public lover second only to Viscount Heber's。

"Throw me into the sacramental ministry. Augustine laughed.

"Sacramental Ministry?" Archbishop Ram frowned, in fact, he had been looking at this group of uninvited guests for a long time, a young priest who was a magician, a little loli who could be sold for a large price to be raised by the nobles of the imperial capital, a beautiful lady whose figure was a sin and needed him to redeem with his body, and three mysterious characters shrouded in robes, with a faint aura of undead, dark undead? Who in Marceau County Province would have the audacity to rush into the Cathedral of Maka with flashy necromantic servants? It was really just right to scold this group of crazy people.

Privately, Ram admired the provocation of the young clergyman's lips, and what a vivid metaphor for finding a bird in the fat meat.

"I heard that Archbishop Ram and Lieutenant Governor Debussy signed the approval for the Mississixi Underground Arena together, and now that there is a little trouble in Mississi, is it not the slightest worry that Archbishop Ram will successfully jump from the place to the central system of the Holy See?

Lady Quentin's dark gold dagger, the scythe, was still resting on the middle-aged bishop's neck, and there were a large number of motley knights who were eating and waiting to die in the Cathedral of Marca, which had no combat power at all, and was simply a pile of inferior clay pots that were not even vases, otherwise Lady Quentin would never have held the bishop hostage so easily.

"What do you mean?" said Archbishop Ram, with a wave of his hand, drove the knights out and motioned to close the door.

Augustine was a little surprised by the courage of the fat pig, and also motioned to Mrs. Quentin to let go of the bishop, this is the standard gesture of aristocratic negotiations, Augustine misses this scene very much, during the three years of the Night's Watch, there were very few opportunities to sit down and chat with heretics or dark species, they were all very direct fights, like two beasts thrown into the arena, otherwise Augustine would not be an executioner butcher, but a young version of the Teutonic giant.

"I've met and talked to your uncle. "Augustine took out several backup materials from the "Doctrine of Sardinia", all of which were related to Archbishop Ram and Mississian, the contribution of Madame Fiona, and the confession of Louis Butler, in short, handed over to the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith of the Holy See are all sensitive things that can hold Ram back, the only difference is in whose hands, because if these things are in the hands of a commoner, even if there are ten thousand copies, they will not be handed to the Ministry of the Doctrine of the Faith. Every few years, one or two radical thinkers who like to shout slogans are invited into the sacramental ministry and brainwashed, and the "lucky ones" with family backgrounds are still guaranteed to leave a small life to work as coolies in the theoretical research room of the sacrament ministry, and most of the people without a background are tortured into out-and-out madmen.

Ram didn't pick up those materials, his brain was very useful, far more flexible than his bloated body, what great achievements he had done over the years, he remembered it clearly, he was not curious about the documents in the young man's hand, curious about the extent of the intersection between the young man and his uncle, although his own uncle was a cardinal archbishop with relatively weak real power in the Vatlantican Holy See, but within the Holy Empire, no nobleman could ignore the voice of a cardinal archbishop, the cardinal archbishop, who was far more prominent than a county administrator, having such an uncle has always been Ram's greatest gratitude to God when he prayed。

The fat archbishop stared intently at the young priest of unknown origin, trying to find clues in the noble mask.

"Don't guess, who you least want to see, who is the least likely to be here, I am who I am. Augustine laughed, and threw the materials on the table, the candlelight flickering.

Archbishop Ram's face instantly turned the color of pig's liver, and his narrow eye sockets embedded in the fat were full of horror and doubt.

"I don't want to have an unpleasant little friction with your uncle cardinal, and likewise, I don't want you, who have just been promoted to metropolitan, to be overshadowed on your first day in office. Augustine used official emphasis in rhetoric that did not seem very convincing.

"Duke Rotonchild, you go on. The fat man smiled and said, he didn't use the honorable archon, but chose a very obscure and inappropriate title.

Augustine handed the fat man a book, The Teachings, the work of his godfather, Saint Ietta.

Archbishop Ram was stunned for a moment, and took the "Teachings", but he did not know what the ultimate intention of this young great man who had made waves in Marceau County, and for the first time, Ram felt that his head was not enough when dealing with a nobleman.

"Marceau County just needs a classic. Augustine smiled.

Fat Ram's face continued to change, from subtle doubts to expanded abruptness to final shock.

He is not stupid and knows what this traitorous descendant of the Rotonchilde family wants.

The fourth magnate of the Communion of the Divine Order, who wants to become the true papa (spiritual father) of Marceau, is like the supremacy of Saint Ieta in the northwestern counties of the empire, which is by no means easy, let alone simple.

"I can guarantee that The Teachings will become the mainstream official canon of the cathedrals of Watt and several nearby cities, but. Ram was embarrassed.

"You just have to do what you can, and as for the outcome, that's God's will. Augustine said meaningfully.

Ram cautiously glanced at the priest in front of him, whose identity was not visible on the outside, and couldn't help but secretly sigh that the young people who came out of the Rotonchild family were indeed a combination of geniuses and madmen.