Luo An's face was a little gloomy as he looked at the letter in his hand.

No sooner had Rossi left the Church than something happened that was in conflict with the development guidelines set by His Holiness the Pope, which made it difficult for him to do so.

There are obviously not as many people staring at the Church of Light now as there were two hundred years ago, but there are quite a few. Many nobles are afraid of the resurgence of the Holy Light Church, and always watch every move of the Holy Light Church like hungry wolves. Even the development forces are developing as quietly as possible in secret.

Not to be public, to keep as low a profile as possible, to avoid giving the handle to someone else's hands, this is the policy formulated in the face of the Pope today.

But Rossi's move is too high-profile.

Jacob was a small man, even though the church had weakened to the point where it is today, and Jacob was a small man to Rodean. He had a hundred ways to make Jacob disappear silently. But what happens after he does? Jacob himself is nothing, but the gang behind him is a very important gang in Lyme City, with thousands of members, monopolizing nearly forty percent of the underground and gray business in Lyme City, and is also the number one person in the entire Greenland Province.

Their boss, Santos, the white fox, is even more of a hero, and has a delicate relationship with all aspects of the head. It is said that the second in line to the throne of the Earl's Court had a great relationship with him.

Fortunately, Jacob did not die, and if Jacob died, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the LTTE, and then it would be a big trouble.

As the only remaining archbishop of the Church of Light, Rod was worried, and he wanted to transfer Rosie back to the headquarters of the Church of Light, but his eyes were on the second letter.

It was a letter written by Rossi himself, detailing his thoughts and opinions, and I have to say that this bastard boy did have some ways, and he said that he moved Rodean.

Rodean is now fifty-seven years old, and he has experienced so many things in his life that he thought that he would not be moved by the whims of a little guy who has never seen much of the world, but he miscalculated.

The Holy Light Church has developed until now, and to be honest, Rodean himself doesn't know where the road is, but Rossi's thoughts point out an unlikely path, which makes him ready to move.

First of all, to be a lackey of the aristocracy.

When he saw this, Luo An's face turned red in an instant, he can't be regarded as a high-minded person, but he also has his own moral bottom line. What could be more infuriating than the once glorious apostle of God going to be the lackeys of the aristocracy?

But when he calmed down, he realized that it seemed like a good idea.

The current military and political power of the Turman Empire was seized by His Majesty the Emperor, and the imperial power was highly centralized, giving rise to various more powerful nobles. Half of these aristocrats are wine bags and rice bags, and half of them hold half of the power of the state.

If a part of the power can be divided from the hands of the aristocracy to the church, it will be tantamount to a breakthrough for the church in 200 years.

If you want to go against the current, you must first follow the trend.

He was silent for a long time, and finally he was moved by Rosie's letter. He pondered the long quill, sorted out his thoughts a little, and finally landed on the snow-white paper.

His Holiness the Pope:

Your faithful disciple Lodian greets you......

A letter was written all night, and it was not put into it until dawn, and he dripped hot sealing mud on the opening of the envelope, and removed a ring from his ring finger and gently pressed the badge on.

"Send it to His Majesty the Pope, and send three more Templars to Greentown to follow Rossi's instructions. Rodean picked up the silk handkerchief and wiped his hands that were not dusty, and handed the envelope to the old servant beside him, "Tell Rosie that from today onwards, he will be in charge of Greentown, and if Bevis can't accept this kind of thing, he will be transferred back." He hesitated for a moment, and said in an uncertain tone, "Send an ascetic to Grimm Town, and bring Rosie back if necessary." ”

The old servant bowed slightly, his eyes shining with surprise.

Ascetics in the Church have always existed, and even today there are some fanatical believers who fanatically worship the existence of God. They live in dangerous circumstances, honing their will, exercising their bodies, and accumulating their holy powers, which are the last and greatest strength of the Church.

A church that has been rampant for thousands of years, even if it is weak, does not have more than what is on the surface.

Church...... , are you going to cheer up?

The old servant tightened the faith in his hand, and an impulse grew in his heart, an urge to laugh.

After waiting for so many years, I finally waited for today.

In fact, Rodean didn't completely fall in favor of Rossi's suggestion, but he felt that he needed to try, at least before there was a better way.

Jacob did not come the next day after he left, nor did he come on the third day.

Although the wound on his stomach was fatal, it affected his strength. Usually it's okay, but once the waist and abdomen need to be forced, the wound will produce an irresistible tearing pain, as if to tear his whole person open. He had never encountered such an injury a few times in his life, he used to be young and recovered quickly, but now he is also thirty years old, and his physical function has long since lost his peak state, so he can only stay in the casino to recuperate.

He didn't report what happened here to the gang in Lyme City, because he knew very well that if things got up, Rosie would be unlucky, and he wouldn't be better.

A humble town is not good, and the gang's way of dealing with this waste is very simple, that is, to go to the countryside to retire. A place more rural than Greentown, dealing with cow all his life.

In an eeriely calm atmosphere, Hano ushered in his own baptismal day.

Kneeling in an empty church, with a huge cross in the center, the statue of the deity, though not terrifying, is also solemn. He felt a little dry in his mouth, but he glanced at Rosie, who was expressionless, and decided to suppress the thought.

Rossi held a small bowl made of brass, one that almost every apostle had owned hundreds of years ago, and was made of gold.

"Hano, are you willing to accept the all-powerful God of Light as your Lord and truly believe in Him?"

Hano hurriedly lowered his head, "I do." ”

Rossi immersed his hand in the brass bowl, which contained holy water, with a nice name, but was actually nothing more than the spring in the town. It was only when Rossi prayed that this bowl of water was placed in front of him, and he performed a blessing spell. With a flick of his fingers, he flicked water onto Hano's forehead, then onto his body, and finally onto his feet. This is not the same as the baptism of another world, which means the belief in the gods of thought, heart, and action.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Hano suddenly felt a burst of silence that he had never experienced before.

There is no hesitation, no anxiety, no sorrow, peace and joy in the heart, no desires, only a sense of satisfaction. He was startled at first, and then accepted this emotion that made his whole body happy.

Rosie's expression moved slightly, and he found that his prayer progress bar had increased by three percent, which was an increase in almost half a month.

Could it be that there is something he has not yet discovered? Could it be that recruiting believers can also increase the level of prayer? He quickly reined in his thoughts, and he had to try again anyway.

His palm full of holy water gently stroked Hano's head, "From today onwards, you are my brother, my family, we are one, common prosperity and common disgrace." We will share joy, and together we will defend ourselves against the enemy. ”

He took the towel that Bivis handed him and wiped his hands, "You can get up, Brother Hano." ”

Harold...... Brother, are you calling me?

Hano opened his eyes and looked at Rosie, he didn't feel fear, only Zhongzheng's peaceful gaze, he subconsciously smiled slightly, and stood up in surprise, "God, I'...... I feel like I'm a little different!"

Rosie nodded and said, "I will teach you the art of prayer, and by visualizing the power of the gods, you may be able to gain great power." But I want to state that you have gained strength because of your piety, and not because you have not gained strength is not because you are not religious, but that God is not looking at you. You need to do better. He walked under the idol and pointed to the futon beside him, "From now on, do as I say." ”