After a short period of suffocating calm, a great cheer swept over the whole of Tournest, the cheer was like the thunder chariot of the mythical Jupiter, the cheer was like the roar of the legendary sea, and all the people were separated and reunited with this cheer, like the whirlpool of the sea with countless bubbles parting for a while,

A moment of reunion.

"He's fine, he's fine, oh, he's fine!" People say this, they are laughing in mourning clothes, they are crying in laughter.

The nobles in the VIP seats, and even the bishops, applauded, and the archbishop's drum was extremely hard.

Many precious gold and silver ornaments and precious fabrics were immediately removed by the white fingers of their masters, and the attendants dressed as noble attendants rushed from the VIP seats to the place like butterflies wearing flowers, and they were ordered to decorate the bishop with their master's ornaments like butterflies running to flowers with pollen, and in the blink of an eye he was covered in silk, more beautiful than the festive costume.

However, the most excited are the acquaintances around the bishop.

A number of people later swore that day that they had seen the Baroness jump so hard that her feet were off the ground, and her skirt flew so far that her slender calves could be seen...... You can even see her knees!

Not to mention the knight, who gave the bishop a hug that day, and the force was so great that they both spun in circles.

"Crying, I'm not going to do anything, and you're still crying."

But in fact, he himself was crying, but he didn't feel that for the first time in his life, he felt that encountering demons was not as bad as he had thought before.

There was only one lonely figure in the joyous crowd, and who would pay attention to him? Who will see him eat bread?

However, order was gradually restored.

The crowd was reminded that there was still a divine judgment to be held, and that it was not appropriate for them to leave their seats to celebrate now, and at least to give this crappy show a face, besides, it was still early before dinner.

The crowd turned their gaze to the Divine Judgment again, this time talking in a nonchalant tone about the fact that there could be no second kind of bread Divine Judgment, "I wish I could choke him, old scoundrel!" Even the peasants, who were most afraid of the clergy, said so.

But what is the chance of a living person choking on bread?

So they talked and yawned, hoping that the lame after-fun—if watching people eat bread was worth it—would pass and they would go home and get ready to celebrate.

It was when the props of the bread god came into the scene that it aroused a little interest.

The bread is a little too big.

Don't......

Old Joseph also saw that this bread was also in awe, "What does this mean?" He asked.

The people around him looked at him with disdain, and they didn't even want to hum, and lo and behold, the new bishop had even passed the fire god cut, and the old scoundrel was still afraid of a piece of bread!

"The sacramental bread of Tournest is so big!" The baker made a fierce statement with his chest pouting, and the rest of the audience nodded their heads to testify for the baker. They don't say that this "sacramental bread" is usually a person's ration for a day.

If he were a hairy hot-blooded boy, he would definitely be embarrassed to continue asking, but old Joseph has been in a high position for many years, has rich experience in political struggles, and his life is at stake, so he is not afraid of losing face!

"Can you guarantee that there is no poison in this bread?"

"The gods are above! I'll eat a piece of it for you, it's bread I made with my own hands, poison it, oh my God, how did you think of such a place! This time, not only the baker's stomach but also his eyes bulged out.

"Then eat a piece." Old Joseph didn't care about the baker's gamble.

Boos rang out, and the baker snorted indignantly, took a bread knife, and cut a slice of the bread that had been used for divine tailoring.

"Cut the bread and cut a piece from the middle."

The baker's face was indescribably wonderful, and he did as the former bishop asked—he chewed and chewed the bread.

Once again, everyone was focused - this time the aftershow didn't seem as boring as they thought it would.

The baker quickly ran out of bread.

Nothing!

Duke Ulrich crossed his fingers impatiently, the Duke of Ulrich, who had been a northern pagan barbarian for the first half of his life, liked the ornate rituals and beautiful churches of the Cult, preferred the rich treasures of the churches and monasteries, and he was less fond of the priests—from the course of his dealings with them, he had good reason not to like them.

The little bishop in front of him is a good man, he is just as capable as the great shaman in his hometown! Just now, he also applauded him.

And what is this now?

"Tell him to hurry." The Duke commanded.

"The Duke asks when you'll be done." The herald smirked at the former bishop and said, "He's going to have an evening prayer." ”

The duke's insult was as insignificant as the boos of the others, and old Joseph waited cautiously for a long time, and the baker was still alive and kicking—he had begun to twist his ass irreverently in the direction of the former bishop because he was impatient with waiting.

Perhaps they were so distracted that they were counting on the weight of the loaf of bread to kill themselves, but he would not let them succeed, but he would eat slowly, for two hours on a piece of bread.

Old Joseph finally picked up the bread, and the audience breathed a sigh of relief, this aftershow was too long, and he knew that he should be judged first!

The bread tastes similar to ordinary white bread, but it is a little harder, and it has not been reheated after it has been baked for a long time.

No matter how slowly he ate—so gentle that all the ladies present were ashamed—the bread shrank with old Joseph's movements, and it seemed that there was only one piece left that was less than the size of a finger.

It was finally over, and the audience, who had not yet fallen asleep, thought so, and they yawned and watched the former bishop's most sluggish movements.

The last ......

For the old bishop suddenly opened his mouth wide, and he seemed to want to shout something, but at that moment the last piece of bread rolled down his wide open mouth into his throat, and unjustly blocked his trachea—as was afterwards speculated.

At that time, they just watched in shock as the former bishop rolled on the ground with a dark face. This greedy and arrogant mortal, with his sinister hands reaching out to heaven and then to the earth, scratching at each other, seemed to want to bring heaven and earth to his grave.

In the end, however, all he got was his own neck and a cold, merciless death.

"Divine punishment!" I don't know who shouted this sentence first.

"Divine punishment! Divine punishment! Isn't that God's punishment? Seeing that the baker who had tasted the bread first was still nothing, more men shouted, while women whispered, and the clergy stood up from their seats in surprise.

"Ahh The archbishop sighed, crossed his hands and stroked his own staff and ring, "O God, let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven!" ”

"The gods are above!" Duke Ulrich had just been awakened by the shouting, and when he realized what had happened, his eyes widened.