If you study the structure of the Church carefully, you will find that it is a strict political system that is completely comparable to that of a country.

Come to think of it, this is also the reason why the Holy Kingdom can handle the management of such a large territory even under the rule of the Church, and it does not belong to the empire of some famous ministers and virtuous emperors at all.

The Spiritual Throne is the nominal leader, but basically has no real power. The Holy See was elected by the Council of the Apostles and is the head of the Knights of the Guardian Order and the companion of the Throne. Upper, middle, and lower bishops are in charge of the affairs of the Church, including government, internal affairs, and foreign affairs, and they are assisted by the Tsing Yi Bishops' Conference.

Missionaries in churches everywhere are responsible for trivial matters in the locality according to their position.

The three major legions of Middle-earth, the Knights of the War Angels, the Holy Armor Legion, and the Knights of Battle, have maintained the hegemony of the Holy Kingdom. As for how I knew about the Holy Throne, the messenger of the Spirit Lord was a mascot, and that was obviously thanks to Mr. Ludwig. With his position of power, I felt that what was going to be something more secretive, and I was ready to plunge into the shadows of history, but he was silent.

At this time, I sat in the steam locomotive exclusive to the Lord, on a drip, hanging one hand, and looked out at the Holy Land of the Cult, the throne of Middle-earth, and the greatest masterpiece of the Steam Age, the Sanctuary City. It is a city full of steam technology, and the system of countless small steam engines and pipes that run through the city makes it easy to get around. Such a system also made it possible to make the steam locomotives used in the city more miniaturized. Of course, the city did not stop at the age of steam, with the development of electric engineering, generator sets were built around the steam towers, and the wires were connected to the whole city along with the steam transmission pipeline, which became the first city in Middle-earth that never sleeped, and with the improvement of electrical technology, the city also grew bigger and bigger, becoming the pearl of Middle-earth.

I'm going to have to live here after I come.

In a few moments, the locomotive stopped in front of a church, and six Burgundian minarets soared into the sky like sharp swords, and twenty-four Gothic churches surrounded them. In the middle is a large archaic dotunda. I'm sure this is the famous Cathedral of Cecilia, the center of the Spirituality. Standing underneath it, you will be amazed by the efforts of countless people over the past hundred years. It makes any visitor feel small, atheists shake, pilgrims excited, and those in power proud.

This is the Cathedral of Cecilia, which has spread its reputation all over the world, and is as famous as the Holy Candle Temple of the Southern Luoya Empire in the West and the Yonghuang Palace in the capital of the Daohuang Dynasty in the East. Designed by three masters before and after, it took more than 100 years to build and used a lot of money from the Holy Kingdom. It is also a symbol of the Holy Kingdom's dominance in Middle-earth. However, it is puzzling that the Holy Nation did not wage a war to unify Middle-earth at its strongest. It's a strange thing. It can only be summed up as the reluctance of the Holy Kingdom to go to war. As for whether they were afraid of the anti-Holy Alliance at that time, I think it was mostly just a brag by those participating countries for their descendants. So, when I really saw such a magnificent building as the Cathedral of Cecilia, I had endless doubts about the former Holy Kingdom, why did the Holy Kingdom not start a war? Is it really because the apostles love peace?

I followed behind Ludwig and looked at this relative, who had a very different hair color, eye color, temperament and status. I think Dr. Heigl must have been mistaken, probably my uncle.

I walked along Ludwig through this splendid church.

The interior of the Cathedral of Cecilia is also a rare treasure. The most famous of the domes, painted by fifty painters, is a huge painting containing the story of creation in the Spiritual Canon. The interior decoration is also the work of hundreds of craftsmen.

If it were just me, I would have been lost by the magnificence, mystery, and antiquity of this church. But now that someone is taking the lead, I haven't been able to appreciate it all.

Today's cathedral is very sparsely populated, and although I haven't visited it in normal times, I don't think it's possible that there are only so few people.

So what exactly is he avoiding avoiding? If my identity is sensitive, shouldn't I be sent to a private clinic and sent away in a low-key manner? It's weird.

To be honest, I can't figure out everything by now. Obviously, he was just dragged to an experiment in some kind of integration ritual, but he had a very strange dream with great pain halfway. I woke up in the hospital as if I had been seriously wounded, and had been taken away by Ludwig, and the most important beginning of this was by His Highness the Bishop, who had known my father for a long time and hated it, as if my father had slept with his sister. No, since it's an uncle, maybe that's really the case? My God, steward, am I not his nephew? However, since they are relatives, how much will they care about a little blood connection, right? Probably so, right? Thinking about coming to the housekeeper, they should be safe. My mind began to wander.

Ludwig led me into a very modest room. There are six desks and a large sand table in the middle, on which is a miniature three-dimensional map of Middle-earth, with rough geographical simulations and mountain and river movements. It was the result of years of work by hundreds of steam-powered differential machines and computers, as well as geographical expeditions and researchers. I don't know why Mr. Ludwig has such a big sand table in his office, is it because when no one is around, he enjoys commanding the army to crisscross Middle-earth, pointing out the country and inspiring the text? No, no, no, certainly not like me.

On the walls hung detailed maps of every country in Middle-earth, with the exception of the kingdom of Rothsill. There are even several maps of Western and Eastern countries. Just by looking at the dense markings on them, you can know how precious these maps are. As for why there is no detailed map of the kingdom of Rothschild, I think that the current technology may not be able to support researchers to go deep into the frozen Yeterina ice field to conduct scientific research.

He sat at the head of the six tables, on which were placed many documents and books in an orderly manner. On the left was a typewriter, and on the right was a military map of the Holy Kingdom and a picture frame that had been put down, and I don't know what the picture was.

Ludwig quickly pulled out a parchment roll, several papers, and a black sheet of metal from a drawer. It seemed that it was time to talk about the pay, and I was a little childishly excited, after all, I was still a child.

"If you come out alive, I will naturally honor the deal with you as promised. However, having sold my life to me, your success or failure in the rest of the work will affect the fulfillment of my promise to you. This is the title deed of your house and your documents and identity tag for joining the Holy Convent. As for where your housing is, someone will take you there. Okay, now, you can roll me wherever you need to. Ludwig waved his hand and motioned for me to say nothing more and went about his work. But my curiosity made me ask, "Who are you?" ”

Faced with this question, Ludwig seemed to pause, stopped the pen in his hand, closed the folder, and then said with a sneer:

"I'm your mother's younger brother, and you don't need to know anything else." With that, Ludwig pinned himself to the side and began to use the typewriter on the desk, but the sound of "click" wandered there irregularly. I guess his emotions are out of control, after all, he answered my questions and he wasn't working on some documents just now, why did he use a typewriter again? He didn't pay attention to me, so I began to silently sort out the items and precious treasures he had handed me over, and although he gave me the wealth that could be withdrawn at any time, I still had a little joy in my heart, this was my first pot of gold. But the hand with the plaster cast made it a little difficult for me to clean it up. He didn't help me. This makes me a little disappointed.

Hey, you're my relative, do me a favor, really!

When I managed to finish all my belongings with one hand, a middle-aged man in a cyan bishop's uniform walked in. He arrived at the right time, and I really don't know if he came at the right time or if he was waiting outside the door.

"Your Highness the Bishop, Greetings to Jeffrey, Bishop of Tsing Yi. May the Spirit Lord keep an eye on you at all times. The middle-aged man saluted Ludwig. Well, the typical spiritual ritual, one hand is attached to the body and stretched out.

"Well, may the light of the Spirit Lord shine upon you, Bishop Geoffrey. Help me take him to the Roland Mansion and keep a low profile. Ludwig seemed to regain his composure, and responded to Bishop Geoffrey's salute and said.

"Yes, Your Highness." Bishop Jeffrey said.

I boarded Bishop Geoffrey's black steam locomotive, and along the way, he explained to me the Roland House and its neighborhood.

Although the Teresa Mansion is said to be a mansion, its original function was to serve as a prisoner of noble but errant characters in the church, but because it was built very early, it was not used yet, and its function was replaced by another mansion. Because it was built relatively early, its infrastructure will be a little backward. Moreover, because it has been entrusted to a certain bishop, no one has ever touched this mansion. However, in the past few days, this mansion has actually begun to change its facilities, which has made many people around curious, and sent their own men to monitor this place. As for Ludwig's low-key, I don't see where it's low-key, maybe I don't know much about the thoughts of high-level people? Don't quite understand their so-called low-key?

This street is the famous Pilgrim's Road, and it is the first place where the whole Sanctuary City began to be transformed with steam technology, because it is the first, it is not as rough as the outer part of the city, and all kinds of ancient buildings and advanced pipes have been carefully designed to complement each other, and all kinds of greenery have been done to perfection. And after the development of stainless steel technology, the pipes here are even more noble, not to mention that some big people have spent a lot of money to carve the pipes into works of art for their own residences. So over time, the road became a landmark-like place. It is also a representative of its own power.

So, obviously, not all pilgrims live here. Most of the people who live here are in high positions, or have backers behind them, or have authority in a certain field. Bishop Jeffrey warned me that in my capacity, it was best not to associate with my neighbors. He reminded me that the power of the bishop is directly proportional to his enemies, and that when you can't tell who your enemies are, the more you deal with them, the more you get into a power struggle. That's bad for me.

But, dear Mr. Jeffrey, rest assured, I have not dealt with anyone who calls me a neighbor in my life. Thanks to this, if I didn't have any pressure from "life", I would probably have stayed at home all the time.

The mansion was not far from the Cathedral of Cecilia, ten minutes by car, and I declined the help of the Bishop and walked towards the Teresa Mansion with a brown suitcase given by Ludwig in one hand. Indeed, as Bishop Geoffrey said, there is only a historic gate and a fountain compared to the surrounding housing. If a historian or a collector were here, it would be exciting, but I don't feel it at all. I just feel that this place is at least much more upscale than the previous residence.

Squeezed into this prosperity, it undertakes the uniqueness of this mansion. Hopefully, this will not cause nearby neighbors to come to visit out of the blue.

So how is it possible not to socialize with the people around you? Mr. Jeffrey answered my questions. The neighborhood of my residence was mostly the lovers of the great men and the old scholars who often did not return to the area were rewarded when they were honored. These people obviously don't have anything to do with me.

No wonder this is the end of the street.

As for the other neighborhoods, there are two gates to enter the Pilgrim's Way, so you don't have to worry about it.

The mansion was briefly renovated, the fountain was put into operation, and the plants in the vestibule were neatly trimmed.

I walked into the mansion full of joy and saw the butler cleaning up. She's back to her original form, but much younger than the one in my dream, with one less normal hand and one more prosthetic leg made with Mithril and Oriental technology. Well, it's worth my life.

She was seen holding two brooms in the vestibule, silently gathering dust and small garbage. It's like dancing.

I couldn't wait to put down the box and hugged the housekeeper, she was stunned, put down the broom in her hand, and then touched my head with her right hand and asked:

"Have you eaten?"

It's a bit of a dumbfounder, this is the housekeeper.

"No, I want to eat the cake you made!" I said, and the butler smiled happily,

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll make your favorite cake right away."