The pale pink crystal collided with the ground and shattered into a pile of pieces, and the full beauty was never seen again. This is a very rare natural pink crystal vase, more importantly, it is carved by the hands of a famous and deceased Tuhrman, when the master did not die, such a crystal vase could only be sold for more than 20 gold coins, but after the master's death, it increased more than five times.

But such an expensive crystal bottle was directly smashed to the ground by the white fox Santos.

He even picked up another fine porcelain from the East and slammed it on the ground. The flying debris was scattered throughout the study, and the floor was full of fine fragments, and many handicrafts had been murdered.

In his fifties, Santos has always flaunted himself as an underground nobleman in Greenland—he does not have the title of nobleman, but he enjoys everything that nobles can enjoy, even more power than some of the lesser nobles.

But today, anger made him lose his mind, and he tore his neckline and cursed, and the dirty words in the market spurted out of his mouth one after another, and the stewards and servants were so silent that they did not even dare to raise their heads.

All this happened after Santos returned from the Marquis' Palace.

Kimir simply packed up the gold and silver that he could see and took with him, and then ran back from Greentown, and he was terrified. Tigers have always been the only ones who can kill, but now they have been killed by people. Jacob's head was still stuck on a wooden pole and stood outside the casino door, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he could recall the head that swayed slightly in the breeze, his hair fluttering in the wind, and dripping with blood. He told Santos everything that had happened, and Santos immediately became furious.

This is a provocation to the LTTE, a provocation to his white fox Santos, who vows to make the little priest named Rosie look good, and also vows to kill all the priests in Greentown and burn down their church.

But before he had time to leave the city with his men, news came from the Marquis's Mansion, and the little Marquis of the Marquis's Mansion asked him to go.

He didn't give any color to those lords, and even dared to give some barons who didn't have any background to look at them, but he didn't dare to show his teeth and claws to the marquis. Because he knew very well that with a small hint from the Marquis, in no more than an hour, the regular army of the Turman Empire would clear him, along with his tigers, from this world.

When he arrived at the Marquis's Palace, the little Marquis Domingo only said softly, he couldn't move the church.

Santos only asked why, and Domingo whipped him in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Santos, you have to remember that you are nothing more than a dog with my tail wagging and begging for mercy. Dogs must have the consciousness of being dogs, I hold your reins so that you can be wild when the dog barks, but if I tell you to shut up, you must lie on my stomach. I don't need to explain why, if there is a next time, you can go back to your hometown!"

To this day, he remembered the impatient contempt on Domingo's face, and the pride in his eyes that controlled his own life.

Santos angrily flipped the desk over, gasping for air.

Is he a dog?

No one dares to say that Santos in Greenland is a dog.

But he didn't resist, and he didn't even show an angry look in his eyes, only surrender.

Even Angelo, the second heir in line to the Marquis Mansion who had a very good relationship with him, told him that this matter could not move the church, and whoever moved would die!

The true ruler of Greenland, Grand Duke Amilio, has put down his words that everyone must obey the general situation, without exception, not even himself.

All of this is because of the list of permanent personnel handed over by Rossi and the simple poll tax.

The Empire is a great headache for the Church, starting from the first war of extermination of the Church more than 200 years ago, until today, both the Turman Empire and the Church itself have been very seriously hurt. In this protracted war, an emperor, a prince, an archduke, three marquises, eleven counts, and many more viscounts and barons were killed. Of course, the Church also suffered heavy losses, losing at least five archbishops, a dozen cardinals, including more than 100,000 Knights Templar and Templar Orders, and even a Pope.

Today, the Church is in decline, but the Empire is still unwilling to destroy them completely because the Empire is still afraid of the last power of the Church. No one wants to be the one on the list of sacrifices, and everyone knows that there are hidden powers in the Church, such as the Templars, such as the ascetics.

This was the true armed force of the Church, as Turman XI was killed by the Pope at the time, and Prince Endley was killed by the Templars and ascetics.

His Majesty the Emperor is not willing to joke with his own life, and the princes and grand dukes are even more reluctant to touch this landmine.

The Empire allowed the Church to preach, but only in Greenland. The Church also made a compromise and would not carry out any more assassinations against the nobility.

It's a compromise, and after the compromise, everyone is okay, but they are all looking for opportunities.

Now, that opportunity has arisen.

An aco-priest named Rossi surrendered to the Imperial Family.

This news was sent to the imperial capital as quickly as possible, and then there was the beating of Santos.

The nobles of the imperial capital studied it and concluded that Rossi was just a temptation, and that the church was on the verge of splitting. If Rossi dies, the church forces will be united again, because there is no way out of the split. Only by keeping Rossi alive will those in power hidden behind Rossi slowly move towards the camp of the imperial royal family.

It was a good thing, a good thing that would make His Majesty the Emperor laugh, so Santos' revenge plan was put on hold. He didn't even dare to mention it again, for if someone accidentally spread it, perhaps a headless corpse would float in the river Thudorn, which flowed through the city of Lyme, tomorrow morning.

And what made Santos even more angry was that the empire even recognized Rossi's actions and canonized him as the lord of the empire.

The lord is inconspicuous, but he is the backbone of the empire, which has half a foot in the threshold of the imperial aristocratic class. If Rossi was doing something to make His Majesty happy, he would immediately become a baron, or even a viscount.

It was a rare opportunity to dismantle a religious theocracy that had influenced Tuhlman and the entire Western civilization for thousands of years, from the inside out, and would try any possibility for any ambitious emperor.

After venting, Santos changed into a new set of clothes, meticulously buttoned them, and sat in the courtyard. He pinched a small coffee cup with his thumb and forefinger, and pinched a stirring stick in the other hand, gently stirring the coffee in the cup.

This matter can't just be left at that!

That's what he thought, but he couldn't think of a good way. You can't fight, you can't kill, you can't even go to Rosie's trouble.

This time, an earl came from the imperial capital, Francisco, a young nobleman of the Prince Fabio family of the two princes today, and it is said that he is also related to the royal family. He personally went to Greentown as a canonization officer to canonize Rossi as a nobleman. He was accompanied by the Imperial Celebrants, the Imperial Religious Bureau, and the Imperial Council of Elders. The members of the team all have prominent statuses, and it can be seen how much His Majesty the Emperor attaches great importance to Rossi's surrender this time.

Less than five days have passed, and the people of the empire have arrived in Green Town, just at this time the grain has already begun to be harvested, and the town is full of people, especially lively.

As soon as they arrived outside the town, the sheriff and tax collector of Greentown greeted him and stood on the side of the road with their eyebrows bowed.

Francisco sat on his horse, glanced at the two of them condescendingly, and bowed slightly, "Take me to Priest Rossi." ”

Richard immediately took the reins of Francisco's horse and led him the way. Carman's eyes were red, what a rare opportunity, to be able to show his face in front of a great nobleman like Francisco, maybe once in a lifetime. But after all, his status is not as good as that of a tax officer, so he can only give this opportunity to others. He decided that if he had the chance, he would immediately switch to the tax department, but the chances were slim. How many people are staring at the position of the tax department, there is no way, and he has never expected to become a tax officer in his life.

The nobles of the imperial capital are obviously very eye-catching, but this is the time to buy grain, and not many people have the heart to get over and make friends.

The group soon reached the gates of the church, where Rossi was greeted by three Templars and Bivis.

"You're Rosie?", Francisco rolled off his horse, straightened his dress, and walked over to Rossi, looking at the young man carefully.

Rosie looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, with short hair, wearing a moon-white cloak, and his hands were folded in front of him, hanging naturally.

Rosie stepped forward, smiled and bowed his head, "I'm Rosie, it's a pleasure to meet you, honorable Lord Francisco." ”

Francisco hesitated for a moment, but finally patted him on the shoulder, "I'm glad to meet you, Lord Rossi. ”