"The stove has been set up."

The knight walked into the church to inform him of the news.

"Well, okay, I know the way."

The bishop had just finished praying, and the holy book on his lap had not yet been closed, and his closed eyes opened at the news, and then he wanted to get up and walk to the place of judgment.

However, he failed to stand up.

Because the knight suddenly took a step forward, fell to the ground, and hugged his legs, "Huh? ”

"Don't go."

"How is this possible?"

"Let me go for you."

"God's trials are not a substitute for others, whether it is Abraham or the Savior, they must face their trials for themselves," the bishop wanted to reprimand the other person for being too naïve and stupid.

But when he saw the other party holding his leg and not letting go, he didn't know what Lu Dao was talking about, and his tone was much softer, "Don't worry." ”

"But ......"

"Trust God, and trust me, trust my innocence, Francis." The bishop reached out and stroked the other's golden curls, gradually soothing him.

Then he left the church and walked towards the place of judgment.

As soon as he walked into the sun, he was taken aback, and his eyes were full of mourning clothes!

Immediately he understood the purpose of doing this, and he saw that it was a crowd of people dressed in mourning clothes for him.

He saw Jack and Tess, whom he had married, baptized their first child, and learned that they had bought two cows and built a new house by working for the Baroness.

He saw old Jacob, who had made a fortune by buying and selling paper and porcelain, better than his former benefactor, and whose son had nominally converted because of his reform, for which the old man and he could always not meet without meeting, but to-day the old man also came, and his son-in-law stood beside him.

He saw the terrible Aunt Hansen, with a serious face and lips tightly closed, as if she were thinking to herself, "I haven't made a marriage for him yet."

He saw Tom and Mary, who had been the first narrator of the Divine Stick since going to Brad's Territory, and they were still so crying, and it was never too late for you to cry when I died.

He saw old Frank who almost died because of two rabbits, huh? I didn't say I let you go, I said it was the Baroness who let you go.

Ah, John of Jesko, Paul of Bria, Peterson of Cauria...... And the Baroness, all here, even Madeleine.

The owner of the blacksmith shop in Baden-Baden was also there, and the bishop remembered that the first time he went into the city with the baroness was his family's blacksmith shop, and that time they also met the grandson of old Jacob, Jacob the Younger, who has now changed his name to Tim, and these days Tim is running the municipal government, and it is estimated that he is tired...... Now this iron

The owner of the shop is already a senior engineer and partner of United Steel.

The former blacksmith owner was not the only one who had arrived, but Duke, the chief engineer, had not believed that the steelmaker had been considered a useless mill slave just a few years ago.

In addition to this, there were many other people whom he recognized.

Uncle Olab, who came from the diocese of Sogeny, came to Tournest to "do the sacraments", at first, he came alone, and later, he brought the whole village with him.

The heads of the guilds of the city, the masters, the apprentices, he preached to them, gave orders, received their complaints, consulted with them, and accepted their suggestions......

The women of the city, they go to the church to pray, they go to the construction site to do things, they help in the hospital.

The old people of the city, they all remember the years when he was a child in the arms of his parents, and now they see him as a bishop.

He knew so many of them.

Because this is Turnest, he was born, grew up in Si, and achieved in Si...... He ran the city, he ran the city, he led the people in prayer on Sunday, he was the principal of the city theater, he was a volunteer who swept the streets in the middle of the night...... He was made by this city, and he will be made by this city, and he will be this great

The glory of the big city!

This kind of emotion was incomprehensible to Joseph the Elder, the former Bishop of Turnest, who saw the young man unhurriedly coming step by step towards the scene of the ruling, and he looked at the people around him, they were dense like mountains and seas, and they were as numerous as the pine forests on the Gray Mountain, and they were praying in a low voice, and the prayer was like the end

The sun was blowing the sea breeze in Turnest, and he knew who they were praying for—not for him to eat a piece of bread in front of everyone today.

Ah, he has devoted himself to the city for many years! But after only a few years they fell at the feet of the new bishop, damn it, what kind of magic did he have?

No way! He must find a way for the teenager to cheat!

Otherwise......

He could see what a clown he was going to play—he persecuted the young bishop, but instead gave him a chance and achieved the supreme glory of the other!

When all the personnel were present, the archbishop announced the beginning of the divine judgment.

The blacksmith put the seven iron plowshares into the furnace one by one, and when they were burned red, they were clamped out one by one with tongs and placed on the ground, becoming a neat path of fire.

The former bishop's eyes were wide open, trying to find a flaw.

"Is this really red?" He raised his hand and questioned sharply, there had been people who had cheated with red-painted iron in the God of Fire before.

The master blacksmith in charge of the fire glared at the abominable old priest, but this question could not fail to be answered. As soon as he blew his beard, he took a piece of velvet from his side and put it on the red-hot iron plow, and when he saw that smoke came out of it, many of the women who were watching screamed loudly, and then fell into her husband's arms and wept

They wept, and their husbands, even though they were still trembling, pretended not to care, saying that the bishop had God's protection and that there was nothing to do.

The bishop himself, who was about to embark on the red iron plow, was the calmest of all, and he did not wear the bishop's ornate vestments to-day, but the simplest of casual clothes, which did not diminish his beauty, but made him look more in line with the ideal of the wronged man. Some of the ladies in the VIP seats are already having sex

Head to ear, discussing whether he could ask the Queen Mother to intercede with the envoy - after all, he was thrown a piece of rotten vegetable skin, why force such a young man like this!

"He's still a kid!" They said.

The voice of the local petition of the civilians was louder: "Please let him walk in his shoes." ”

However, the former bishop strongly disagreed: "Is that also a divine judgment, it is better to let him cross the pond!" He scoffed, this is how the little bishop cheats, is he so whimsical that he wants another public uprising? There are so many nobles here, so many nobles and retinues, are you still afraid that they will turn against the sky?

"At least let him wear socks, then." The masses were unwilling to continue to petition.

This time, it was the bishop himself who refused: "No, I'm not the son of a nobleman, I'm the son of a butcher, I don't need special treatment." With that, he took off his shoes and socks and stepped on the ground barefoot.

Someone came and blindfolded the bishop, and the scene fell silent.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, a young man dressed as a royal attendant ran down from the main VIP seat: "The Queen Mother said, if you can, it's too late to regret it now, she will discuss it with the envoy on your behalf......"

"Hah!" The former bishop laughed sharply, it turned out that he was trying to take advantage of the hearts of the girls, this little white face! He really looks down on him!

"But I have chosen this way," said the bishop, "and I will not repent of it, and if I hesitate at all, I will be condemned." ”

After speaking, he did not hesitate at all, and stepped directly on the iron plow in front of him.

[bookid=3211015,bookname="Reborn God-level Xiuzhen"] Introduction: This is the story of the last Xiuzhen on Earth who traveled to the modern Xiuzhen planet and played with Xiuzhen technology products.