"Actually, aren't we doing the same thing? if the second prince ascends the throne, the kingdom of St. Teresa will never return to its former state. Donovan thought silently in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly in front of the Patriarch of Lisbon.

Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented feeling of "sympathy" for the unmasked Grievous the Great: no matter who he chose in the end, the Violet royal family would slowly weaken. This is not something he can salvage, but the inevitable result of the accumulation of the kingdom's ills over the years.

"In this way, during this time, the intelligence department will focus on the three people of Duke Mortier, Duke Luke and the three princes, especially the three princes, they must be kept an eye on. After thinking for a moment, the Patriarch of Lisbon commanded directly.

"My lord, the third prince has always been in-depth and simple, and his management of his subordinates is extremely strict, so it is difficult for us to grasp his whereabouts. Donovan said.

"At least the behavior that he can be observed must be grasped, such as the information that he entered the palace a few days ago, and there must be no omission. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Also, add a few more names to the list, since those nobles have already made up their minds to oppose the Holy Sect, then we don't have to show mercy and scruples. ", continued the Patriarch of Lisbon.

While he was speaking, a man hurried in from outside the house and submitted a document to the Patriarch of Lisbon.

"My lord, this is urgent news from other places. ”

Donovan was shocked, "Something big must have happened." ", he thought.

On the one hand, the affairs of the Holy Sect in all parts of the country, except for the Holy Radiance City, are all under the responsibility of the local church, and there is no need to report them to the Holy Domain one by one. Besides, the kingdom of God on earth has not yet been built, and the church is not a government after all, and there are not so many political affairs to deal with, so there has never been any big chaos.

And if there is something that the local church cannot handle, even to the point where it has to be reported to the church, then the matter must be a difficult matter.

Sure enough, after reading the document, the Patriarch of Lisbon had a flash of blue on his face, obviously angry.

He stood up and looked out the window at the scene. Donovan, who had served him for a long time, knew that this was his habit when he encountered difficulties and thought about countermeasures.

"What else could happen besides the rest of the Holy Radiance City?", he thought silently.

After a long time, the Patriarch of Lisbon sat back down, and Donovan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the Lord had finally had a solution, and that he was now able to speak.

"My lord, what happened?", he asked softly.

The Patriarch of Lisbon handed him the paper, "Look, I'm underestimating these nobles. ”

Donovan took it and gasped, the document read: "Many nobles in the Realm of Divine Radiance have cut off their worship of the church, and even forced those tenants to renounce their faith in God the Father on the condition of renting land. ”

The churches everywhere protested against the nobles, but the nobles turned a deaf ear. In just a dozen days, there has been a trend of quitting the church in many places. ”

Donovan's head buzzed, as if it was about to explode.

He was expecting Aidi, and even stuttered a little, saying, "He...... How dare they blaspheme it!", but then the initial shock immediately turned to boundless rage, and he cursed with some gaffe: "These trash! bastards! moths! blasphemous sinners! should fall into the eighteen layers of hell and never be reincarnated, how can they, how dare they do this!"

Even he didn't regard the ethereal god as a thing, but only as a tool for his own survival and even to climb up. But at the thought that the supreme god who had always been on his lips, and who even knelt down to pray, was now abandoned, Donovan felt as if he had been trampled on by the nobles.

If these nobles don't even care about the gods in the sky, then what are these clergy who worship the gods in the eyes of these nobles? What are the holy scriptures they read aloud and the prayers they do in the eyes of these nobles? Is it a ridiculous absurd drama?

Donovan's face was flushed with anger, and he only felt a wave of anger that he had been despised and even humiliated, like a roaring beast, rampaging through his heart, trying to destroy something to vent the anger in his heart.

The pride that he thought he had mastered the fate of those nobles a few days ago was now gone, and Donovan narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering whether to make a proposal to the Patriarch of Lisbon and add a few more names to the list?

"When you are destitute, can you still maintain such a noble appearance?" he thought fiercely.

"Donovan, what you just said is true, why did they do this, or why did they dare to do this?", the Patriarch of Lisbon remained calm.

"Don't they know that this will lead to the Holy Sect's retaliation, or do they think that with those shrimp soldiers and crab generals under their command, they are comparable to the elite and powerful Guardian Army of the Holy Sect?"

"Maybe it'...... They have united the private armies in their territory and want to resist?", Donovan said with some uncertainty.

"If the private armies of those local nobles were united, it would be a large force, but it would be nothing more than a rabble. The Patriarch of Lisbon smiled.

"These private troops, while they may have been well equipped, have never been trained together. They have different orders from each other, they are unfamiliar with each other, and how can these local nobles really unite and cooperate, they must have their own evil intentions, and the combat effectiveness of their combined army can be imagined. ”

"If there is a ten-on-ten battle, the soldiers of the cathar army and these private armies may even be tied. If it's fifty against fifty, the cathar will have the upper hand. If it's one hundred against one, the cathars will win. Not to mention the thousands of duels, if the cathars and these private armies meet, the private armies of these nobles will inevitably collapse immediately, and they will not pose a threat at all. ", affirms the Patriarch of Lisbon.

"Even Emperor Grievous, who controls the legions of the Four Realms and the city guards, does not dare to underestimate the power of our Holy Sect, these local nobles dare to oppose us, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and using a mantis arm as a car, there is absolutely no chance of victory. ”

"The nobles, though they are stupid, are not stupid enough to die in vain, so they come back to this question. ”

"Why do they dare to do this?", the Patriarch of Lisbon asked again, as if he were asking Donovan and as if he were asking himself.