Francisco entered the church with curiosity, and it was the first time he had entered the church since he was born.

The church in Green Town is very ordinary and inconspicuous, with only a dozen benches and a presiding table in the empty church. There is a huge cross on the wall behind the podium, and underneath the cross is a real image of God. There are rows of candles beneath the idol, flickering with a faint candlelight, emitting a faint glow.

He stopped under the presiding stage and looked up at the statue of the god much smaller than the cross, revealing deep doubt, "Why does the face of God make me have a very vague feeling?"

The smooth and white face has only slight traces of facial features, and at first glance it does have a nose and eyes, and nothing is missing. But if you look closely, you feel that these facial features don't seem to match this body, or that the facial features have a vague feeling outside the body.

Rosie was slightly surprised, many people in the church may not find this in their lifetime, because they will never want to, and they will not dare to raise their heads and look directly at God's face. Everyone has a different feeling of God when they pray, so in order to make the image of God in everyone's heart full and consistent, the facial features of the statue are very lightly carved, and a few lines without traces outline a general and vague face, which can make many people feel that this is the God I see when I pray.

This is a very basic psychological suggestion, and I don't know if it was a method that the church leaders came up with in the era of the end of the law, or if it was like this in history.

"You observe very carefully, God is in everyone's heart, so the God you see is the God in your heart. Rossi pretended to be a ghost and explained, from the era of the Big Bang of knowledge, the only advantage is that it can fool people.

Francisco was stunned for a moment, he looked at Rossi, then at the idol, and said with a little consideration: "You mean, the idol I see is different from what you see?"

Rosie bowed slightly, bowing slightly, and Bivis behind him had a sympathetic expression, and Alexander nodded briskly.

Francisco secretly gasped, but his face remained unmoved. This is not to blame him, since the end of the French era, the royal family has cut off the church's infiltration of the aristocratic circle. However, all nobles who worship and believe in gods will be reclaimed by the empire and expelled from the empire. There was no opportunity to contact the church, which is why Francisco had a little misunderstanding.

He pouted, and the person standing next to the presiding podium coughed lightly, "Priest Rossi, I have come to canonize you as a lord and give you the power of nobility at the behest of His Majesty the Emperor. He looked around, and the Imperial ceremonial officer, who was standing in the distance, immediately chased after him and stood beside Francisco.

The Imperial Interests Officer is literally nothing more than an insignificant ministry, but the reality is quite different: it is a department with a very wide range of powers and functions. First of all, this department has the power to condemn and report the aristocracy's non-standard etiquette, simply put, as long as the nobles do something that does not conform to their identity, they will jump out and bite like mad dogs. From opening their mouths to say a dirty word, or using accessories that do not fit their identity, to aristocrats doing things that are not in line with the interests of the empire, such as tax resistance, rebellion, and the like.

From childhood to adulthood, the Imperial Etiquette Officer had the right to reach out and take control.

In a way, the Imperial Etiquette Officer is a pack of mad dogs raised by His Majesty the Emperor. They are particularly fierce to nobles who have little power, but if they really deal with nobles who are very authoritative, they will be like little sheep.

Take Francisco, for example.

Francisco himself is just a count, but he belongs to the backbone of Prince Fabio's circle, and is the new generation of the Fabio family among the three major powers in the empire. Even if he stood outside the gates of the imperial capital and shouted reactionary remarks, the imperial ceremonial officials would only treat him as invisible and inaudible.

This level of nobility is not something that can be shaken by the imperial ceremonial officials, unless there is a very straightforward instruction from His Majesty the Emperor.

At the same time, this department was also responsible for teaching the daily etiquette of the nobles.

In the presence of the Imperial Hostess, Francisco took off his calfskin gloves, stuffed a canonization book into Rossi's hand, and patted Rossi's hand, "From now on, you are the Lord of the Empire." Well...... , the Lord, was also part of the aristocratic composition. ”

The Imperial Etiquette Officer opened his mouth and stopped talking, which was not in line with the Imperial canonization ceremony. But he didn't dare to offend Francisco, so he could only pretend that he didn't see it, and let him make this sacred ritual the same as a family.

Rosie didn't think that this would be the end of it? According to the film and television works and novels he had seen and contacted in his previous life, shouldn't he have knelt down on one leg and sworn allegiance to the imperial insignia? Then Francisco should read out the contents of the canonization book very seriously, and finally handed the canonization book to him in the presence of others.

That's the whole process, okay?

Looking at Francesco, who was slightly impatient, Rossi suddenly understood a question.

What is Aristocrat?

The aristocracy is a group of idle old men, who have the right not to follow the rules.

Francisco suddenly changed his face and put his arm around Rossi's shoulders and dragged him aside. "Rosie, from today onwards, you're one of our people, understand?"

Rosie looked at him blankly, what do you mean?

Francisco stroked his forehead, "Hell, you never pay attention to the politics of the Empire? Okay, let me briefly say that Prince Fabio is our leader, and I, including you, belong to Prince Fabio's circle, in other words, we are good brothers now." If anyone hits your mind, be sure to inform me, the people of Fabio are never afraid of trouble. Francisco patted his chest, not caring about the arrogance on his own face, "Also, don't forget me if it's good, we're one, you know?"

This is a very secret thing with a strong purpose, and what Francisco said was as indecent as a gang of hooligans. But it doesn't matter, isn't that what Rossi wants?

He has already stepped on the noble circle of the empire, and with a little more effort, it is not difficult to become the lowest baron.

The baron is a little more formal than the lord, but this little distance is a moat.

Only the barons are the real aristocratic class and can enjoy the real aristocratic power.

Rossi has many ways to gain high-level attention in a short period of time and gain the favor of Prince Fabio, whom he has never met, but he has to plan it and get the maximum benefit at the lowest cost.

Seeing Rossi bend over, Francisco was very happy. His rank is higher than Rosie's, so naturally he has to enjoy Rosie's salutes. It's like when he saw the Grand Duke and Prince Fabio also saluting and obeying. Observance of the rules of class and the relationship between superiors and subordinates is one of the necessary conditions for maintaining the aristocratic system.

"Take me to the most interesting places in town. Francisco patted Rossi's chest affectionately with his gloves, "I heard that the small place is much more interesting than the imperial capital, let me take a look." ”

However, it is clear that Francisco did not get his satisfactory rural experience in Greentown, and even sulked in his stomach.

In his imagination, the country place should be a place full of weeds and flowers, with bees and butterflies flying, and the air filled with the fragrance of earth and the sweetness of flowers. There should be girls dressed simply and plainly, shyly busy in the fields, they all have satin-like skin, which makes people love it.

It should be full of wild fun, and he hopes to have a beautiful intimate story with a country girl here.

Can realistically ...... , Chonima destroys Francisco's illusions.

All that catches your eye are dusty carts, and the rude men are even shirtless in this very low autumn, panting and sweating to carry food. There was a smell of sweat and urine everywhere, and these rude laborers weren't going to defecate outside the town, they just found a corner.

The few girls have waists as thick as buckets, not to mention big hands and feet, and many of them have pockmarked faces. The hair on his bare skin was thicker than that of Francisco, and he was almost vomited by the creatures that appeared to be peasant women and peasant girls.

This is not at all the same concept as his fantasy of the countryside!

Damn it!

The flying dust covered his proud dress with dust, and he couldn't stand it after just half a day's effort. Since I was a child, I lived in a big city like the imperial capital, where I had seen the environment of the real countryside, and I didn't eat lunch, so I hurriedly pulled the group out of Greentown and went to the nearest big city, Lyme. He decided to take a good rest in Lem for a while, at least until he was comfortable before leaving the place.

Francisco left in a hurry, but Rossi's affairs went in an orderly manner. He first wrote a letter to Archbishop Rhodian, and then used the money from His Majesty the Emperor to buy as much food as he could.

Whether it's a slug or a rum, it's not the same as the wine in Rossi's cognition.

Liquor should be regarded as an alcoholic drink, not wine, because the alcohol content is relatively low and it is very sweet, so there are not many people who use it as wine.

Rum is much stronger than rum, but it is cloudy and sedimentate. Many people drink rum mixed with juice, and the bars in Greentown are also rum-to-water. Rum is hard to eat without other beverages, and when swallowed in your throat, it's like being struck in the head with an axe, which can give you a headache for days.

As for the better liquor, Greentown didn't have it, he didn't need to make much of it, as long as it was better than rum.

This is a transaction of gold and silver, and it is believed that Prince Fabio, and even the noble circle led by Prince Fabio, will be interested in this business.