'Here is the map to Fort Varina. Puer took out the dusty map from the old wooden box. The hut was poorly furnished, except for a straw bed and a small table, except for a few simple kettles, wooden barrels, and wooden boxes. Bode couldn't help but wonder how the girl had managed to live here.

"This is the Holy Robe of His Holiness the Pope, and it has been washed for you. Pu Er took out his robe.

"You actually washed this relic of Vecchia, this is the relic of Sage Clara......" Constance was surprised and annoyed.

"Why, do you think that the lake is also divided between pagans and papacy?" Pu Yi looked at Constance and said.

"No, thank you. Constance took his robe, but was overwhelmed.

"I'll wrap you up and take it away. Pu Yi said.

"Good ......" Constance was even more helpless. Bode watched by the door, feeling that Constance, as the Pope, was extremely helpless at the moment. Constance, dressed in a normal dress, is more like a young lady who slipped out of a noble castle than a pope of Wiki.

After tidying up, Bode helped Constance onto his horse and got his luggage behind the saddle. Pu Yi watched silently from behind, and when Constance got on his horse, he walked back to the hut. Pod walked up to Pure, took out the remaining dinars from his purse, and grabbed Pure's hand and gave it to her.

"No, the believers of Drakuni cannot take money for helping people. Purr handed the dinar to Pod.

"And what do you live on?" asked Bord.

"There are still Deracune believers among the peasants in this vicinity, who will walk through the woods from time to time to help me. Good luck. Bode. ”

"Who the hell are you, Miss Pur. Bode asked.

"Remember, the sacrifice of Drakuni meets you. This is no accident. Good bye. Pur didn't look back and walked to the hut.

"Have you forgotten your duty, Lord Bode?" said Constance from his horse.

Bode looked at the distant figure of Pur and whispered, "Goodbye, Drakuni's sacrifice." ”

Four bishops hold candlesticks and stand in the four corners in the center of the hall of St. Canaan's Cathedral. Pope Lynch stands on a carpet covered with the coat of arms of the Papal State with a book in his hand. In the distance, there were high-ranking officers of the Order who were silently watching. Before the ceremony began, there was silence in the church. However the people in the square outside the Cathedral of St. Canaan. But it was full of voices.

"Barbarian puppet!"

"You have defiled the church......"

The disgruntled citizens of Frost City shook their fists angrily and charged at the order's infantry. The infantrymen were armed with halberds and pointed menacingly at the townspeople. However in the corner of the square. A group of people dressed in East Vekia fur costumes entered the square. They were the merchants of East Wiki, and at the moment their Chamber of Commerce had accepted bribes from the Knights, and they were already discriminated against by the brightly dressed West WikiAsian merchants in Frost City, and they shouted slogans in support of the Knights in the square:

"Down with the pseudo-pope Constance! Down with the nobles who eat, drink, prostitute and gamble!"

The citizens shouted. They are outnumbered. Quarrel with Eastern WikiAsian merchants. Before the Knights' infantry could come to their senses, the townspeople fought with the opposition with their parcels and vegetables.

"Ahhh

"You self-righteous bastards!"

With the addition of fists and kicks, the square was crowded with thousands of people, and it was suddenly a mess. The noise reached Pope Lynch's ears through the carved glass of St. Canaan's cathedral.

Lynch frowned and put down the scriptures. "What sound?"

"It's the people who are making trouble, His Majesty the Pope. Moriskey said. Grand Master Heidelmann gestured with his eyes. Morissky bowed his head and saluted. Slowly exit the church.

"Moritsky, old fox! The citizens are going to suffer. Clamard whispered to Deman.

"Leave him alone. Deman said.

"Go ahead!" Lynch said, a little angrily. There were only a handful of people in St. Canaan's Cathedral at the moment, and the other bishops, led by the Bishop of Beritz, refused to attend the ceremony, and the four bishops here were either bribed by the Order or were forcibly tied by the Order.

"In the name of the Lord, I am the servant of the servants of the King of kings......

"Amen......" the four bishops chanted.

"Let the Angels Know ......"

"Amen ......"

"Cleanse it from its sins with fire, and cut off thorns with the sword of the archangel......"

"Glory to my Lord, Amen......"

"Disciple of Santa Clara, servant of all servants, Pope Lynch of the Vychians, hereby declares: Excommunicate the Confiscation of the enemy Ilifa!"

Lynch's voice resounded beneath the empty dome of the church. She slowly closed the book and slowly glanced at the officers of the Order. Her eyes slowly fell on Deman's face, and there was smug in her eyes. Deman looked at her coldly until she looked away.

Lynch threw down the scriptures, and the four bishops threw down the candlesticks. The candle flame was extinguished in an instant, just like the fate of Constance in Lynch's heart. Lynch stared silently at the scriptures, listening to the bishops sing the last hymn of the ceremony, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Captain Heidelman, you can have your men put up notices all over the city. Constance, the enemy of the master, has been excommunicated, and everyone can be punished. Lynch said.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope. Heidelmann bowed deeply.

Deman followed the Grand Master out. Although the light in St. Canaan's Cathedral shines in like stone pillars, it is quite dark without candles. Walking out of the church door, the sunlight cast on the cloudless sky of Frost City made Deman unable to open his eyes. But then, it was the chaotic citizens who caught Deman's eye.

Moriskey yelled at the crowd, while the townspeople responded with eggs. Moritsky couldn't dodge, and an egg hit his armguard, and the egg white stuck to his hand.

"Untouchables, untouchables!" said Morissky, puffed.

"Barbarians!Nords!" the townsfolk threw rotten vegetables at the Knights' infantry. The soldiers were intimidated by the majesty of the Grand Master and could not act rashly without orders. Thousands of citizens gathered in the square, and the soldiers of the Order maintained law and order were only a few hundred. The merchants of East Vekia just now had fled back into the alley with their heads in their hands.

Moriskey approached the Grand Master and said, "My lord, how to deal with the untouchables?"

Grand Master made a gesture of placing his palm flat in front of his neck, then waved Moritsky back. Deman was surprised and said, "Grand Master, this will cause a riot." ”

"No, they are all rabble, and if we are timid, we can cure them a hundred. If they are left alone, I am afraid that Pope Lynch will be overthrown by them as soon as he goes out. ”

"Under high pressure, there will be chaos. Deman said.

"You seem to be speaking from the nobles of the West," said the Grand Master mockingly, "and you will rule them according to the laws of the Nords." ”

The Grand Master stood on the steps of the high church door, proudly watching the chaotic crowd and the soldiers pushing and shoving. Deman was terrified, but the Grand Master had made up his mind, and besides, Clamard was a bloodthirsty Raglan and Moriskey was more of a loyal hound. The tragedy is irreparable.

Moritsky secretly summoned a team of fifty crossbowmen from the side of the church and stood on the steps. Some of the noisy crowd had quieted down as if they were amused, while others began to pick up rocks and throw them at the crossbowmen. The Grand Master looked coldly, and then asked Deman and the others to go back to the cathedral, leaving Morissky behind.

Deman stared at Moriskey as he walked past him, saying, "You're crazy. ”

Moritsky replied: "You are like a westerner, a woman with a heart. ”

Moriskey drew his sword and pointed at the crowd. The citizens of Frost City, both old and young, suddenly woke up, and everyone's faces showed a look of horror. The crossbowmen stepped on their pedals and began to wind their crossbows. The citizens began to flee, and the cries and moans of the crowd trampling each other reached the cathedral.

"Put!"

Fifty crossbow bolts shot at the dense crowd. The unarmed crowd broke up, and the halberd-wielding soldiers began to slash at the slovakies. Blood splattered, broken bones and limbs, and the screams were heard only Moritsky constantly shouting: "Release!"

The blood of the Vycians flowed in the ravines of Frost City Square, between the two popes, in the heart of this Wiki. (To be continued......)