The people waiting at the door of the cellar were a little surprised, for the bishop's cousin had repeatedly urged the servant to come and ask when the bishop would be able to see him indirectly. They told the servants who came to inquire that only the bishop himself could decide and sent them back, but after a while another servant was sent, and at last he came himself.

Obviously, the gods in heaven did not hear the prayer of the bishop who had already sold his soul to the demon king, and as soon as everyone saw the visitor, they immediately believed that he was the bishop's cousin.

The reason is nothing else, it is that his face is born seven points similar to the bishop, and because of his age and scarcity, that face is more angular than the bishop's, but whoever sees the two of them can understand that this is a family without introduction, and this is the power of blood and heredity.

He said that he had urgent matters and that he had to meet the bishop immediately, and he went into the cellar without permission. The others looked at each other, and then followed closely behind the knight into the cellar.

The cellar was empty, with no one but the bishop and the baroness, and the visitor saw them at a glance and hurried towards them.

Dressed in a hooded monk's uniform made of black goat hair from the Order of Geoffrey, and holding a crank cane in his hand, the uninvited guest taught the Baroness to look at him and think that he had crossed over to a magical fantasy world, for he was dressed too much like a magician in a fantasy novel.

The Bishop saw that his blood relative, in addition to the usual garb of the Jeffrey Order, had a chain around his waist, which was the garb of a devout ascetic. So his last illusions were shattered.

The two of them said hello, and then there was a long silence. This unusual coldness made the knights, priests, and church servants who followed him curious, and in the end, the visitor broke the stalemate between the two.

He looked at the bishop with a stern look: "I'm here. For I had prepared to worship St. Aubrey first, and then I came to see you, for we are brothers in the Church first, and blood relatives second. But there are so many signs of depravity and blasphemy that I have seen, both inside and outside this city, that even the sinful Babylon the Great is three points inferior. I fear that you will unknowingly fall into sin, and evil is not far from you! So I have to come to you before I see St. Aubrey, woe! I was proud that the pious Margaret had a son as illustrious as you. Now, I'm afraid it's her soul that worries about her son that guides me. ”

"Why do you say such things!"

"Open your eyes, O son of pious Margaret, and look around you—I have seen more depravity and blasphemy this day than I have seen in many years of the past—the clergy do not fast, and the citizens do not act prudently, they are dressed in purple and red clothes, and they wear gold jewelry, and they are triumphant, and they openly speak of money for interest—they even buy and sell with the pagans the seats in the church on the holy feast of St. Thomas!"

"Humph!" The bishop was unimpressed by his words. "I have the right to forgive such things as fasting—you are a priest, don't you know? Besides, bring the infidels into the church. Isn't it a commendable Sunnah for them to listen to sermons and convert them? ”

"I know, but I don't know that a forgiveness can be held by a merchant as a sign. I also don't know that conversion can be dominated and profited by the laity, if that person does not buy or sell but actively exchanges places. I won't condemn him, but it's the opposite! "The clergy of the Jeffrey Order are-for-tat." Ask your heart! Bishop of Tournest! Where are you going to take the people in this city who believe in you? ”

"Take it in the right direction!" The bishop shouted, and then he tried to calm himself, "You say that the priests do not fast, yes, I pardon them, and I buy and sell this pardon by the merchants, for the infidels are rampant in our country and in the land, and we must be fed, and we must wear our armor and take up the best weapons to fight the wolves!" I don't care that poor people sell church seats to infidels, because that would give the poor food, and they are not selling the righteous, but the way to good. Yes, I did some business, but the widows and orphans were given food and clothing, and the church's flock increased. ”

"Oh," the Jeffrey clergyman took another step forward, "and your words of justification are clever, but ask yourself if it will be valid in the final judgment?" You don't believe in the armor and weapons given to you by God Almighty, but you believe in the armor and weapons made by ordinary blacksmiths, thinking that they are trustworthy – what happened when Babylon thought that 'I am a queen among nations, and not a widow, and will not mourn and weep', and indulged in mortal treasures and lusts? All the monarchs of the world are armed, and they cannot save her from the wrath of God! Repent! ”

He rebuked the bishop harshly, and taught the others to stand up for the bishop, and they talked to each other: "Where did this madman come from, and dare to accuse the bishop!" "The archbishop has not been ...... either"

However, both of them were too agitated to hear them.

"Are you refereeing me? Referee Bishop of Tournest? What do you think will make you famous? ”

"I'm trying to save you! I fear that the pious Margaret will not be at peace in heaven when she sees her son in heaven lured by the devil to the precipice because of his pride and conceit, and will stir me up! ”

"What right do you have to say about my mother!"

"I'm not talking about her, it's you!"

"You're not qualified to talk about me either! I have saved this city from thousands of infidels, and you cannot save your master from twenty of your own cult! They still let you go because you are a foreigner! God may not approve of what I have done, but he has not reached out to protect you! ”

"My Master's soul is resting in Heaven, but you are running in the direction of Hell with the people of this whole city!"

"You! Take back your words, or I'll teach you not to speak!" ”

"Even if you pull out my tongue, you can't stop the sound that echoes in the spirit world like thunder!"

When it comes to their respective beliefs, neither of them will budge, and they both have extraordinary enthusiasm for their beliefs - it can be seen that they are indeed relatives by blood.

After this violent quarrel, which no one convinced, the bishop ordered his priests and servants to take his cousin to the guest room to rest, but he excused himself and went out of the city without worshipping St. Aubrey, and went straight to the diocese of Ruhrhof.

He was to report to the Bishop of Ruhrhof, the Archbishop of Neustria, what had happened here in Turnest. (To be continued......)