The purpose of the Church is that the clergy should not be angry or impatient with any believer, and that they must try to answer the doubts of believers. www.biquge.info In general, it is to serve believers well and satisfy them. Tens of thousands of years of accumulation have made the church understand that religion is nothing without believers, and religion is true religion only when there is a large group of believers.

The cardinal and the bishop of the church were helpless in the face of the enthusiastic crowd of believers who wanted to get close to the cardinal. After answering the doubts of several believers, the cardinal pushed the young bishop in front of the believers, confessed his sins, and quickly walked to the confessional. Just a few steps after he had stepped out, another believer blocked his way, which annoyed him a little, but he didn't show it.

"I'm sorry, but I have some important things to ask our young bishop if you have any doubts about the Bible or the sermon. As he spoke, the cardinal tried to bypass the believer, but the believer stretched out his left hand, and there was a pendant hanging from his left hand, and the cardinal's raised foot was lowered again.

This is a very ordinary pendant, the texture is pure silver, this kind of pendant can be found everywhere in many jewelry stores in the empire, but this pendant is not ordinary. A faint aura of holiness radiated from the pendant, and when the cardinal looked closely, he realized that a holy force was sealed in the pendant. It was a blessed pendant, and the person who blessed it was his colleague and a cardinal.

The Holy Power displayed by each person may seem similar to outsiders, and only the high-ranking people within the Church can see the differences through the subtle differences. The fluctuations of the holy power radiated from this pendant would pause twice every five or six seconds or so, and the fluctuations of the holy power showed a curve-like strength and weakness, which made him already have a guess. He frowned slightly, and looked at the believer in front of him.

The believer was very ordinary, so ordinary that he could be ignored in the blink of an eye when he was thrown into the crowd, a face that was so common that he couldn't find the slightest characteristic, cloudy eyes, and eyelids that couldn't be opened, it was really too ordinary.

He raised his other hand, and in his hand was a letter, unsealed with mud.

The cardinal hesitated, then took the envelope and opened it, there was a piece of paper inside, he scanned the beginning and the end at random, and there was no information or name about the owner of the letter. He read it patiently, and it was a very ordinary letter, like a kind of greeting, chatting about things that were inconsequential, without substance.

On the other side, less than twenty meters from the cardinal, there is a curtain that covers the confessional room, which is also to ensure the privacy of the confessor. Outside the curtain stood three sixth-level swordsmen, carrying long swords, their eagle-like sharp eyes constantly scanning the believers who wanted to get closer. They were the guards of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, and their duty was to protect the safety of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc and to prohibit unrelated people from approaching the confessional at this time.

At this moment, a little girl dressed as a commoner came over with a flower cat in her arms, and the patterns on the cat's fur were messy, and it looked like a mixed blood pastoral cat with impure blood. This kind of cat is very common, cheap, does not have any requirements for the living environment and feed, is easy to feed, and the most important thing is that only this cat can catch mice. Many civilians will have a cat at home, and this kind of cat will not only catch mice, but also some small insects.

The girl was not very old, only six or seven years old, and she staggered with the cat in her arms, and anyone would be a little worried, afraid that she would not see the road in front of her and would fall. Sometimes things are just so funny, people are afraid that she will wrestle, and she just falls.

Not very honest, or because the little girl couldn't pick up the whole cat, the uncomfortable cat kicked her legs and twisted. The little girl couldn't hold it anymore, and she fell forward at once, and there was a low exclamation around her, and in the eyes of everyone, the little girl fell to the ground. The cat in her arms also jumped out, and gracefully walked up to sit behind the three guards, licking her own paws from time to time.

The little girl was lying on the ground, her head raised, her eyes were already red, the muscles on her cheeks twitched, and she would cry out at some point.

Three guards you look at me, I look at you, one of them scratched his head and walked over to the little girl, reached out and carried her clothes and lifted her up. As if sensing the caring power from the outside world, the little girl's nature suddenly exploded, and she cried out.

There is a kind of master and a servant. If the master is arrogant, arrogant, and unstoppable, then there will naturally be overbearing servants. But if the master is humble and courteous, and approachable, the servant will also learn from the master's appearance and dare not be presumptuous.

Regardless of whether it was right or wrong for the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc to slaughter a city in a fit of rage, she was definitely a wise ruler within the feudal state. Whenever she could, she would receive nobles and commoners who came to visit her from all over the feudal kingdom. Listen to these people and resolve them as appropriate. She never thought a commoner was arrogant and ignorant just because he suggested an idea, nor did she think that the nobles were right because they gave an opinion.

With such an example, her direct subordinates naturally abide by their duties.

The scrambling guards looked at the little girl who hugged her thighs, tears and snot and cried heartbreakingly, revealing a helpless expression, causing the other two guards to laugh in a low voice.

In the confessional chamber behind them, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc already sensed that something was wrong.

It is true that she has been influenced by the cardinal's magic, but this does not mean that she has given up her personality, she still retains her own independent personality and character. She has been saying things that are not respectful to the empire, to the nobles, and to herself, but when she talks about it, she can't say it. The entire mouth, including the tongue, was completely paralyzed, and this paralysis spread all over her body so quickly that she could not even move her fingers now.

There was a sense of anxiety in her eyes, and a terrifying gleam, she knew that she had been tricked.

It was the apple, and the only thing she had ever touched and stuffed into her mouth after coming out of the royal court was that apple.

The door to the confessional opened suddenly, and she saw two men in white clergy robes helping her out, putting her in a box, and then stuffing a woman about her size into the confessional. The whole process only took a dozen seconds, and she was packed into a box. She could feel the box slowly lift off the ground and be lifted, moving rapidly with slight undulations.

The surroundings went from quiet, to noisy, and back to quiet, and the whole process took about six or seven minutes. Although the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc was paralyzed and did not have the slightest strength, there was no problem with her brain, according to her calculations, each fluctuation was counted as a distance of one step or so, and with the passage of time, she should still be in Toddilas, and in the center of the city.

After another five minutes, the box fell to the ground, and she squinted slightly the moment the closed box was opened, and the strong light made her blind for a moment. After waiting for three or four seconds, her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and the two people around her helped her up, pressed her to the chair, and knocked her mouth open, pouring into her mouth a bitter thing that made people want to bite off their tongues.

Strange to say, the moment this bitter taste slid down my throat and into my stomach, my whole body began to recover as if it had thawed.

She didn't have a seizure immediately, the other party wasted so much effort to tie her here, and she also wanted to know what the other party's purpose was, and who the other party was sacred.

It is no exaggeration to say that although her guards are not the strongest, they can kidnap her out under the noses of three sixth-level sword masters, which is definitely not something that ordinary ordinary forces can do. This inevitably involves a series of means, very careful planning.

After about three minutes or so, she had fully recovered, clenching her fists hard, making a gurgling sound, and she could feel the tight skin wrapped around the tense and expanding muscles under the force, and the force brought by the muscles, she was slightly relieved.

The footsteps came from the back room, she tilted her head slightly, stared at the door leading to the back room, and in about ten seconds, a young man walked out of the back room.

"I'm sorry, I had to invite you this way, it's a faux pas!" the young man bowed, and sat down on the first seat, two silent young men brought two glasses of white water and placed them on the small table beside them. The young man was dressed in not luxurious clothes, and he did not have any expensive ornaments on his body, but his temperament was very special, and there was an idea that made people want to bow their heads.

He had a warm smile on his face, like this spring breeze in early spring, soothing the irritability in his heart, "Speaking of which, I and you are still through letters. The mind of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc turned instantly, her title had reached the highest, and the Empress Pars did not like her, since the rank of Empress Pars, she had rarely had contact with the outside world. In the early years, there may have been a little more correspondence, but she knew all the people who exchanged letters.

But she didn't know Wren, she just felt a little familiar.

Just when she racked her brains and couldn't figure out who the young man in front of her was, a flash of inspiration flashed in her heart, and she remembered that a golden nobleman once wrote to her and asked her for the battle qi she had cultivated-Wren!

From the muscles and expressions on Grand Duke Joan of Arc's face, Wren knew that she had guessed her identity, and he smiled and nodded, "Yes, I am Wren!"

Only then did the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc pick up the cup of water and take a sip to dissipate the bitter taste remaining in her mouth, and she laughed as if she was not smiling, "This way of meeting is not friendly. ”

"So I ask you to forgive me for being rude, just a helpless act. Wren smiled apologetically, "Now that almost everyone is staring at you, it's not easy to talk to you alone, and it's about your safety." As you may have guessed, I am not here to talk to you, but the Empress of Pars has given me a secret order to assassinate you as soon as possible. ”

"You can give it a try. The Grand Duke of Joan of Arc looked very confident, but the pride on her face suddenly changed and became a little ugly. If Wren really wanted to kill her, he didn't need to give her any antidote at all, and just gave her a knife and everything would be over, which made her a little ashamed and glared at Wren.

At the same time, she realized one thing, the devil Wren in the eyes of many minor nobles did not stand with Queen Pars. Otherwise, he just needs to carry out the task, and there is no need to sit down with her and talk about anything.

After a moment of silence, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Please watch a play!"

In the cathedral not far away, the little girl was coaxed into joy and then jumped away with a shiny silver coin, some smiling kindly. It's just that they haven't noticed that the little girl's cat is still squatting behind the guard.

After patiently reading the nonsense letter, the cardinal stared at the messenger in front of him, and the messenger took back the letter with a blank face, and then said: "Your Excellency, I have asked you to greet you, and if he has the opportunity, he wishes to speak with you, and with more benevolent apostles like you." He bent down, "I'll quit first." ”

The cardinal had no idea what such an incident was trying to express, and if it weren't for the pendant, he wouldn't even have the desire to stop. Retracting his gaze from the man's back, he walked outside the confessional room, glanced at the three guards guarding the curtain at the door of the confessional, and asked, "Is anyone else inside?"

The three shook their heads.

While the cardinal breathed a sigh of relief, he asked, "Who is presiding over the confessional?"

While the three of them were startled, a cat jumped up and stood on the shoulder of one of the guards, opened its cute mouth, and bit down on the side of the neck. The guard raised his hand in disbelief to stop the cat's movements, but the next moment, all consciousness and thoughts stayed at this second.

The cat, which didn't look big, instantly became more than half a human's height, and the sudden weight directly pressed the guard to the ground, and before he and his companions could react, they bit the guard's head and tore it hard!

A bloody arrow sizzled out, and before the guard on the left could grab the hilt of the sword at his waist and draw the long sword, a meat whip slammed into his waist, and then the huge "cat" turned to look at him and opened its mouth .......