Dim lighting, a huge rotunda, exotic buildings with a distinctly desert atmosphere, columns, lights, tables and chairs, ceilings, frescoes.

The limestone of the building is hollowed out and carved with mysterious pagan scripts that displeased the Crusaders, and even if they cannot read what is written on them, most of them must be hymns in praise of Allah. The pagan gods are demons, they are devils!

"Hmph, that's a sinful text. One of the priests who appeared to be in a high position in the army glanced at the surrounding walls with some dissatisfaction. Seeing the pagan text on it is a bit of a scenacrative feeling.

Although the clergyman was a displeased glance, a discerning person could tell from his eyes that the eyes of this priest of no low rank had been staring closely at the ornaments made of gold and precious materials in the hall from the moment he entered the hall, and at what seemed to be something of obvious value.

Even the most faithful servants of God, the priests who preach God's will and save the wounded, are all defiled by such earthly filth?

"You are right, my lord, according to the villain, all the infidels should go to hell, and only hell is their best destination! It is the shepherd of the Lord who walks on the earth!, the property of these pagans, which should belong to the church, and which should belong to you," said a man who looked opportunistic, like a thief, and was more than a clergyman. However, the more you talk about the back. His voice grew quieter.

"That's right, heretics are not people. It is not a sin to kill them. The assistant bishop seemed to like the flattery of the flattering man, and pretended not to hear some of what was to come. Yan Sù's face, which had been stiff, also relaxed. He picked up the wine he had with him and prepared to go to his Metropolitan Denville Naber.

Although the position of the assistant bishop of the metropolitan may seem tempting, the hardships involved are only understood by the assistant bishop, Corrison Maude himself.

An adjudicate bishop is a bishop who has been ordained in the Holy Church and assists the incumbent bishops. There is no doubt that in the provinces where there are a large number of believers, who are sensitive or where the bishop is infirm, there is generally an assistant bishop to help and share the work of the bishop. Saint-Colesman, the bridge of the church to the East, belongs to the second. In the event of the sudden death of the sitting bishop, the coadjutor becomes the owner of the bishopric and the official head of the bishop. However, bishops in general have multiple co-bishops, and these co-bishops are trained by each order itself.

Collison Maud alone had two enemies of his own colleagues, and besides, besides, his fellow co-bishop, there were other enemies. For example, the Auxiliary Bishop.

The Auxiliary Bishop is also a bishop who has been officially ordained in the Holy Church and is in charge of the work of the Auxiliary Bishops. It is also generally established in a province with a large number of people, a sensitive position, or a bishop who is not in good health. The functions of an auxiliary bishop are similar to those of an adjutor bishop, in that they share and assist the bishop.

But there is a big difference between an adjutant bishop and an adjutor bishop, and that is that after the death of the incumbent bishop, the coadjutor can become the head of the province. The legitimate governor, while the auxiliary bishop cannot directly become the legitimate governor of his province, but must wait for the official appointment of the pope. to become a bishop.

What is this? A central church's counterweight to the regional churches! The cardinals of the Pope Guò sat far away in St. Peter's and controlled the surrounding provinces.

Tong Guò was directly appointed as an auxiliary bishop, and this method traveled back and forth between the major diocesan provinces, kneading sand. Disrupt the local religious forces and establish a religious system that obeys the pope in St. Peter's City. Establish special governing bodies at the local level. Not a country, but more like a country! A giant country centered on St. Peter's City!

Although the major provinces are somewhat dissatisfied with the behavior of the Central Church, and think that the Central Church's action is really disgusting, no one will express it. Do you want to split with the Central Church in person? Loudly rebuke and rebel against the rule of the Central Church? This is not a joke! I am afraid that the crazy crusade under the orders of the Pope will be enough to make you want to cry without tears, and of course this is just for fun. After all, no sect would be so desperate!

One Serulariu and Leo IX was enough.

Depressed to depressed, Collison Maud still put a false smile on his face, and walked towards the metropolitan without smiling, with a smile on his face and the holy clergy robes on his body, he looked like a kind and loving preacher.

......After Collison Maud walked away, the clergyman who had a smile on his face slowly put away his face, and smacked the corners of his mouth with some disdain and obscurity, which showed his dissatisfaction.

Johannes Calvin, a very ordinary, ordinary clergyman, his rank is nothing more than a small three-rank exorcist, a dispensable small role. Even in the principality, if Johannes Calvin disappeared one day, few people would be able to remember his existence, and even his master, Collison Maud, would at most babble a few words about why Johannes Calvin had disappeared for the past few days, without going too far into it.

But even a small person has his own dream, a dream that cannot be erased by others! Even if you look down on my present, I can decide your future. At least that's what Johannes Calvin comforted himself.

Who can be sure that mortals can't create miracles? Miracles are impossible things created by impossible people!

Thank you quite much for the comments of book friends who "read books and have seen them as stupid", please allow me to say here, it is so wonderful!

I don't know why, when I saw this comment, I felt a sense of friendship in my heart.

Moreover, these compliments are just too ...... Too...... I'm a little shy about it, but. Thank you! It's night, the Governor's Palace, which is bright all night. He constantly declares his grace and luxury to the people in the city, even if the city has changed hands. But the Governor's Palace, which has taken countless painstaking efforts, has been preserved intact. Could it be that anyone would be bored to tear down this governor's palace and build a new one?

"Is this the luxury of the aristocracy......" Leechden, who had just stepped into the hall, looked at the scene in the hall with some surprise.

The amount of money spent by these nobles at a meeting was enough to surprise him, a hunter from the mountains and forests, and the difference between ordinary people and nobles was not only in terms of blood.

"Well, that's right, this is the noble, believe me, you will be in the future. Even if you're just one of my sidekicks right now. Vickers walked ahead of Liechtendon and nodded.

Although Wix never attended a meeting of the true nobles either. Nor did he really understand the extravagance of aristocratic gatherings, and in the past, Shabak never took him to such gatherings. But in Shabak's narrative, consciously or unconsciously, he still heard about the extravagance of aristocratic balls. For such an act of laboring people and money, he had already foreseen it in his heart, so he did not have the shock of Liechten.

The smell of wine and meat wafted from the houses of the rich and noble, but the poor died of cold and starvation on the streets. That's what it describes.

There are many places on the western continent that do not have enough to eat, including the many destitute classes in the cities where they don't have to do agricultural production, uh. Or the burgher class. The value of their survival is to use their skills and expertise for their lords to gain a right to survive for themselves. For example, building weapons, writing letters, and patching holes in the rooftops of noble mansions. That's their obligation. The obligation to live.

So what is the right to exist for them? It is food, the space to live, the safe atmosphere of living, or the tall walls! Of course, this is for the inhabitants of the city.

Ordinary rural villagers, even if they are working hard every day for 365 days a year, to cultivate their own one-third of an acre. But in the end, the surplus food handed over to the church and the lord was often not enough for a family of five to go hungry.

If you encounter an era of rampant disasters. These inhabitants who are bound to the land will face the tragic situation of being separated from their wives and families. A simple earthen house. With thatched roofs and patched clothing, even in the richest human kingdoms, they have not been able to eradicate the destitute classes.

Although ninety-nine percent of the human kingdom in the western continent is under the clouds of hunger, death, and war, there are still those remaining one percent, who have the sacred, innate aura of "nobility", "clergy", and so on, and less than one percent hold ninety-nine percent of the wealth. And the remaining 99 percent go to divide up the 1 percent of the wealth.

It's like the relationship between oppression and oppression, where a small number of people, by virtue of their privileges and the power in their hands, frantically accumulate wealth that they will never use up in their lifetime, and at the same time, make most people willingly in an oppressed position.

People are often largely unaware of the power they hold.

The nobles and the clergy are like two competing and interdependent monsters. The aristocracy gained wealth by virtue of their privileges, but they were required to give a tenth of their "harvest" to the clergy.

Why did the nobility pay property to the clergy?

Not just because of the provisions of the Holy Canon, but because the nobility needed the spiritual rule of the Church over the common people to consolidate their absolute legitimacy over their own realm, so as not to make the ruled people dissatisfied.

One is responsible for oppression, the other is responsible for condolences. Aristocracy and religion are really a natural pair.

After a few seconds of shock, Leechden's face returned to normal, still as expressionless as before.

Seeing Liechden's bland face, Vickers shook his head slightly, it seemed that he and Liechden's position on power was really completely different.

Although it is not yet fully expressed, Vickers is sure that his heart has always longed, what is he longing for? is definitely not an orphan who wants to find his biological father as in the story, nor is he a perfect knight who will look at it lightly.

Power, power, that's what he had to hold on to with ten fingers. Hold it down. It's like a moth seeing a fire candle and rushing into it without hesitation. Catch the light of the flame.

In the hall, the lights are bright. Those who looked much more flamboyant than ordinary people gathered in groups of three or five, talking and laughing about things that didn't matter.

Although the wind of war is still in the air, the bell of death has not yet dissipated, and the dawn of victory has not yet fully appeared, people seem to be completely unworried about this war, even if they have participated in it.

Perhaps this is also a way of life for the nobility who are always in the region bordering the two religious powers, who are extremely luxurious in peacetime but iron horses in wartime, at least among the nobles present. Most of them seem to have some brave strength, and they must be diligent in training in normal times.

Who in Colesman, can guarantee that he will not meet the infidels in his lifetime?

On the table are barbecued meats, fresh vegetables and fruits that are rarely seen in ordinary people's homes, and attendants and maids who come and go with plates. White clergy, black clergy, barons, viscounts, counts..................

All kinds of people filled the hall, smiling cold light, revealing sharp teeth, cold gaze that was selective and fond of people, dignified or undignified appearance, gorgeous or plain clothing. A robe embroidered with a cross or family crest.

Restrained, arrogant, jealous, indifferent. Inferior, proud, red. Yellow, blue. White..................

Colorful colors and faces in the hall. It's like one incomprehensible symbol after another, dotted on the walls around it, on the smooth floor, on the top of the dome.

Flickering lights, extinguished candles, flickering nights, servants, masters, warriors, mages, expensive, poor......

Vickers entered, as a new nobleman, and he seemed to be holding the head of a dragon, drinking the blood of the dragon and slowly walking into this place that he was not familiar with. With slender and white arms and green jade fingers, he slowly and slowly put on a gorgeous dress made of silk from the Far East.

Qingyun Luo shirt, soft texture, beautiful face.

His soft golden hair, as gentle as flowing clouds, was scattered over his emaciated shoulders, and he brushed his hair like water, rippling like thousands of waves.

Although these feminine words may seem inappropriate to describe a young king with great power, and may even have a derogatory connotation, it has to be admitted that Alphonse always exudes a sense of femininity that does not belong to men.

His appearance makes people look more like a man with a daughter than a beautiful man. It seems to be delicate from the bones, not tall or short, with slender limbs, well-proportioned body, and the contour of the body also has a heart-warming atmosphere.

The only pity is Alphonse's blue eyes, when no one is around or alone with Sebas, there is always a cold air that does not match his appearance. It's like a poisonous tongue in the jungle spitting snake hyacinths, staring at its prey, and deadly poison is constantly accumulating on its fangs.

The Governor's bedrooms in some of the Governor's palaces were of splendid silk and velvet quilts, expensive glass mirrors with silver plates on the back, and faint candles.

Alphonse slowly changed into the robe he had worn, was wearing, and would wear in the future, the robe representing the royal family of St. Colesman, the heraldic robe of the golden cross. Although he was a little clumsy in his dressing movements, and inevitably made some hurried mistakes, such as wearing the left and right sleeves of his shirt upside down, he finally managed to get his posture right in front of the mirror.

Although Sebas was not by his side at this time, it did not mean that Alphonse was a pampered king who even had to be dressed by others for him.

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"I've heard of it, it seems that a man killed a dragon. He said to a man beside him with a glass of wine, gorgeously dressed, and with the resolute face that was evident to a man of the Eastern Plains.

"Is it a new noble?" A nobleman who looked a little weak shook his head and said, now the domestic nobles are most concerned about the strength of their faction, if this dragon slayer is a new nobleman, then the new noble family can naturally get some benefits.

"Well, it's a nobleman from Vaisava, a viscount of Boseksen. Resolute said in a deep tone.

"Isn't it being overrun by infidels?"

"That's right, but the infidels have occupied that land long enough, and now it's time to return. Moreover, for His Majesty the King, the expansion of territory cannot be stopped. Jian Yì said with a look of conviction.

"What if not. What if it hasn't been recovered?"

"Even if you don't reclaim it, you think a man with the name of slaying dragons. Is it possible not to get a fief?"

"That's true, but it depends on which fiefdom it is. ”

The two nobles were talking about something that had happened recently, and at the same time exchanging dispensable, inconsequential information.

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In the hall, most people gather in groups of three or five, or wander alone. It's like dividing the river and ruling it, groups and solitary people, and the two sides have a tacit understanding of not interfering with each other.

It stands to reason that the most likely group of people to gather at a banquet is the old aristocracy in the principality, which has many acquaintances and intricate relationships. They often make some transactions or exchange information with their stakeholders at such banquets. But the actual situation is unexpected, and it seems that all the qiē and qiē are reversed.

In the round bluestone hall, many new nobles who were not familiar with each other got acquainted with each other one by one, smiling and talking to each other. In the middle of the staggering, he completely ignored the old aristocracy like sinking water.

The old aristocrats, on the other hand, were embarrassed or uncertain and alone with wine glasses in their mouths, and drank the wine in the wine glasses without the slightest intention of blending into the banquet. No matter how long-sleeved and good at dancing is, there is no way to do it at this moment.

As if there was a tacit understanding, the old nobles did not come into contact with the new nobles. The new aristocracy did not have uninteresting contact with the old aristocracy, and the old aristocracy did not come into contact with the old aristocracy.

Vickers, who had just walked into the hall, looked at the strange atmosphere in the hall, was slightly stunned, and thought about it for a while. Then the corners of his mouth went up, revealing a mocking smile.

These two factions are so pretentious, in fact, they are both trying to avoid suspicion.

The reason for the mutual avoidance between the old aristocracy and the new aristocracy is naturally very simple. There is basically no possibility of reconciliation between the two fundamentally opposing factions. The emergence of a new aristocracy. It was to squeeze out the position of the old nobility in the principality. And letting the old nobles pull down their faces and interact with the new nobles is not just not allowed between factions. What's more, Alphonse won't allow it!

The new aristocracy was originally the power that Alphonse used to balance the old aristocracy, and it was the force he supported, although this new aristocracy did not obey Alphons's control, but this did not prevent Alphonse from mastering the new aristocracy. The new king needs the same new, immature force to consolidate his legitimate rule, and the new power needs to have a legitimate name to strengthen itself.

Legitimate rule does not come from legality, but from rule.

If there is a reconciliation between the new nobles and the old nobles and there is a next step, even if Alphonse is a virtuous and generous king, I am afraid that he will only be killed. After all, no king can rest assured that the two behemoths in his own country have colluded together and have the power to threaten the king, and Alphonse was a king who was stripped of power before.

What about the conversation between the old nobles and the old nobles? It is even more intriguing, who knows if these old nobles who are talking to each other are planning some conspiracy against Alphonse?

Avoiding suspicion, both sides are avoiding suspicion, and both sides want to get the power they want most in this whirlpool, and at the same time not be swallowed up by this whirlpool.

At least, now that the power of the old nobles has been damaged, the leaders have also been killed, and the family forces of the old nobles may be being repaired by Alphons's forces that have not yet been mobilized in the country.

But they firmly believe that as long as Alphonse has not lost his mind, although their old nobles have already torn their faces with Alphons, as long as Alphonse still has a place to use them, the old nobles will not be wiped out.

Even if Alphonse used the Knights Templar to kill the old nobles in the past, it is now a mystery, but now that the form is stronger than the people, the old nobles can only knock out their front teeth and swallow them in their stomachs, and the dead are already dead, and it is no longer worth people to defend his death......, isn't it?