Frederick stood outside the pitch-black iron thorn enclosure and looked out over St. Stephen's Cathedral. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the bustling center of the imperial city, in a prosperous area where every inch of land is valuable, the iron thorn railing actually encloses a useless grass to defend the magnificent main entrance of the church.

The layout of the church follows the style of the temple in an extremely regular style, and has absorbed the aesthetics of the emperors of the past dynasties in countless renovations: so the wild spire towers create a solemn atmosphere of the Holy See, which makes people shudder and lose the courage to look up, perhaps because the neck aches when looking at the spire, and the sun will scorch the eyes, and the believers will bow their heads and go in and out. The door of the church, on the other hand, is a baroque example of extreme luxury, abandoning the symmetrical decoration and becoming a muscular stone statue of the saint embedded in the door, with the index finger pitifully placed in the air, as if to save the suffering believers. The devout who came in and out went under the right arm of the stone statue,

There are also remnants of flower petals scattered on the main road outside the church. The believers who welcomed the high priest were so enthusiastic that the petals that could not be swept away crushed into mud under the wheels, and the fragrance wafted away.

Frederick walked into the courtyard of the church, and immediately a young priest in a black robe came up with the Sanskrit in his arms and a polite face: "Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes. I want to see Father Frank. You name Frederick and he will know it. Frederick reported himself to his home.

"What is the appointment? The priest is busy. The priest glanced ostentatiously at the wandering devotionals. Almost half of the city has become a loyal fan of the Holy See.

"I wish to confess to the priest that I had rudely rejected his kindness, and that he and the Brahman would forgive me for my recklessness. Frederick recited one by one.

The priest was satisfied, bowed and said, "Let me tell you." And then he went in.

Frederick stood on the side of the stone pavement with his hands in his hands and waited for a while, feeling the prosperity of the Holy See, when suddenly a surprised voice from behind him shouted: "Frederick, you, what are you doing," as if thinking of a suitable wording, Zhi Wu did not finish.

Frederick's ears pricked up, and when he looked back, he saw Filia, dressed in plain clothes, standing in surprise at the door, looking at herself half in astonishment and half in embarrassment.

A meter away, a righteous and awe-inspiring young nobleman followed Filia closely, his sideburns were neatly cut, his thick eyebrows were straight, and a beard under his lips was very beautifully groomed, which not only looked mature and atmospheric among young people, but also young and promising among high-ranking officials. He stood half a meter away from Philia, looking closer than usual, but he didn't dare to hold Filia's hand.

Filia changed her sleek armor dress, and Frederick's heart thumped into her ribs. Because she pulled her red hair into a quiet bun, tied a bow with a dark blue hair band, and hung down dignified at the back, suddenly gentle and fresh. She took a serious bath and tossed for a while, but only changed into a men's aristocratic white shirt, the blue bow at the neckline lay on the bulging chest, this pure dress and hot curves are still impacting people's vision, and when her eyes moved down, she saw the blue ribbon smoothly wrapped around the thin waist, connected with a blue vertical striped long skirt, so the lines were tightened into a brute waist and a hand, and then along the beautiful hip line, enlarged into a vertical skirt silhouette, the figure was beautiful. Because of her beautiful curves, she was still delicate and intoxicating even in a pure and elegant color, and she wore a gold-red cloak embroidered with Farina's family crest, which not only brightened the color, but also modestly kept the low-key of the ladies to complement the blue cloak that Frederick was accustomed to.

Because it was an official blind date, Frederick knew that Filia had dressed up with her heart, but now that she saw that she had not chosen an eye-catching dress or color, she had only worn a light makeup that was difficult to detect. But at first glance, it is still bright and bright, simple and serious, like an enviable vase, and its natural beauty and refined beauty attract pious people to frequently turn back and cherish the beauty of this worldly red dust.

As soon as Frederick turned around, the two of them stared at each other, and Filia muttered the second half of the sentence: "How can you ...... Come...... See you at church?"

Hearing the word "meet", the nobleman beside Filia puffed up his chest and was extremely proud.

"Oh, not a meeting. I wouldn't pick a church to date hahaha......" Frederick realized that Philia had misunderstood, and quickly clarified: "Please don't mind, you guys just have fun." ”

Philia hurriedly introduced: "Frederick, this is Clemenson's eldest son, Vickers, a cavalry lieutenant of the Wiener Wehrmacht, concurrently serving as the deputy minister of foreign affairs, and a strong contender for the next foreign minister. ”

Vickers was pleased with the presentation. He bowed his head to Frederick in a dignified manner.

"Vickers, this is a loyal ally of the Dragoons, a powerful warrior who repelled the Angel's Pupil, a loyal henchman of His Majesty the Emperor, a brave rescuer, the bearer of the Imperial Soldiers, a dragon slayer, Lord of the West, His Royal Highness Frederick, Count of Bafaria. Philia listed Frederick's exploits one by one, and Vickers's face turned yellow when she heard it, and the corners of her lips twitched.

"I didn't expect to see you in church...... I thought you'd show up in a privileged restaurant or something. Frederick saw that Vickers seemed to be unhappy, and quickly changed the subject.

Filia innocently complained, "I don't know...... The first time we met in the church, it was really ecstatic, and the city center was really hot. But there is no way, Vickers has a good impression of the Holy See, so I will let him go. ”

Wickers politely retorted, "If we end up uniting in church, I hope to start in church too." ”

Filia sneered awkwardly, embarrassedly sweet, "Okay, okay, the Constitution grants you freedom of belief." I don't know as much as you do. ”

Vickers is accustomed to other people's accommodation, but he feels that the last sentence is harsh, and he always feels that the three of them are standing together, and he is the one who seems unfamiliar. He smiled restrainedly, stood closer to Filia, put his hand around her arm, tilted his head and asked Frederick, "What about you, have you come to the priest for repentance?"

"I ......" Frederick did not want to admit that he had no faith at all, that his heart was full of love and gold coins, and that he could no longer make room for God.

"Ha, Frederick, what is your little secret of tossing and turning? Tell me quickly, I have come to save the lost lamb. Filia smiled crookedly, and her hand slipped out of Vickers' arm, never giving it to him again.

Vickers wished she could look at her twice, and even envied Frederick for being teased by Filia. In order to win his eyeballs, he said to Frederick solemnly: "All men are guilty, and God does not dislike sinners for filth, so you should repent diligently, and let the priest release your tortured soul." ”

Frederick gritted his teeth and thought, "You have the soul to be tortured, you let the priest release you, Lao Tzu lives calmly, he doesn't want to repent at all, bastard!"

"In fact," said Frederick, looking at Vickers, "the priest's mental health was a little, and God Brahman said he couldn't do anything about it, so Father Frank invited me to church in the hope of talking about his childhood and his mother-love plot - you know, certain patients just need to talk to enlighten them." ”

Vickers' face turned the color of pork liver.