"Grand Duke!"

"It's the Grand Duke!"

The crowd was swept away by the frenzy of cheers, and the original noise and chaos suddenly turned into a kind of concentration of unity, and as far as the eye could see, it was naturally the luxurious carriage with the emblem of the Grand Duke's mansion.

"Who are you talking about?"

Han Dongwen pulled Pota closer and tried to hear him as loudly as possible in the noisy crowd: "Who gave you medicine?" ”

Porta raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Grand Duke: "It's that priest, he is different from others, he is very good to the people in the parish!" ”

Han Dongwen turned around and was about to look for the priest that Porta had mentioned, but he was stunned for a moment.

Tilda's figure had already leaned out of the carriage, and the two guards were guarding the door of the carriage on the opposite side, and in the noise of the crowd, a dazzling figure appeared in front of Han Dongwen's eyes.

Silver.

Her long hair, which seemed to glow with silver brilliance, was tied in an elegant and intricate bun at the back of Tilda's head, followed by her delicate features and a swan-like neck, a white collar that surrounded the porcelain-like skin around her neck, and a long black dress of fine flannel - not slim, nor any superfluous embellishments, just a long black dress gently lifted by Tilda's hands, a black waist, and a few copper buttons that followed the waistline.

Nun?

Even the nuns' dress was too simple - not even the ten-character decoration symbolizing the Church of God, just a very simple black dress with a white collar and cuffs.

But it is precisely such a simple and extremely simple dress that sets off Tilda with incomparably solemnity and coldness.

"Welcome, Grand Duke."

He was greeted by an old man with a somewhat emaciated figure, dressed in a complicated and dignified priest's robe, and a red robe with all kinds of intricate embroidery on it, which looked more complicated than the simple black dress on Tilda's body.

In the PV of the Principality of West Asia, the priest's costume worn by the young priest Alexander, who fought with Archduke Tilda, was far less solemn and complicated than that worn by the old priest, just a simple black robe, which was like the complicated red robe on this old priest, and the craftsmanship was comparable to Han Dongwen's dragon robe.

But the old priest's figure was very rickety, his wide robe accentuated his craggy skeleton, and his gray hair was combed back into a back, like a Western version of Wen Yongxing.

"Thank you for greeting, Father Gascohen."

Tilda bowed her head slightly, and bowed to a perfect lady's courtesy.

"Or should I call you the head of the regiment now?"

She still had a smile on her face, but her words were vaguely sharp.

Principality of Western Asia, current head of the 3rd Regiment of the Knights of the Anglican, "Humility", Father Gascohen.

It has already been rumored that this priest, who specializes in research and medicine, will be promoted to the position of chief of the Knights of the Anglican Order in the presence of His Majesty the Pope.

The chief of the Order, the head of the Anglican Knights under the Church of God, is elected by the seven knights, selected by the Pope, and has the power to directly govern the entire Anglican Order.

If in the principality of West Asia, the "king" in the traditional sense is the pope of the Episcopal Church, then the chief of the Knights of the Anglican is the high position under this person, and the grand duke is just a puppet pushed to the forefront.

However, Tilda is really a special case, with her purest power, she has turned the situation in the Duchy of West Asia into a confrontation between the Church of God and the Grand Mansion, and she also has the qualification to look directly at the Pope - therefore, even if the Gascoen in front of her really becomes the chief of the mission, he still has to bow his head in front of her.

"No, no, I'm just a faithful servant of the Lord, and I'm not qualified to lead the Knights."

Gascoen smiled and bowed his head, if it weren't for the gorgeous clothes on his body, he would be no different from a polite old man.

Tilda glanced lightly at his robe, a red robe that no other priest could wear, almost with the words "Lao Tzu will soon become a knight commander" written on Gascohen's body.

"You're humble."

Tilda finished speaking lightly, turned to face the citizens watching on both sides of the road, and gently raised his hand to signal slowly.

"His Majesty the Pope still can't see guests?"

She asked.

Gascohen, who was on the side, cooperated with her movements, and looked at the crowd of onlookers with a smile: "His Majesty the Pope still needs to recuperate, I hope the Grand Duke can forgive." ”

"Please convey my greetings, and I am confident that with your skills, Father Gascohen, you will be able to bring His Holiness to his recovery."

Tilda said without emotion, and estimated that he had almost done enough to gesture and pose, so he turned and gently lifted the hem of his skirt, ready to go into the cathedral with Father Gascohen.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Father Gascoen coughed lightly, subtly stepped forward half a step to block Tilda's way, and whispered: "Your Excellency, since you said earlier that you want to participate more in the affairs of the Church and ease our relations in front of the people, why don't you allow the people to participate in prayer today in accordance with the practice of the Church?" ”

Tilda looked at Gascohen: "There are a lot of people here, and I remember that there are not so many places in the cathedral. ”

"It doesn't have to be brought to the cathedral."

Gascoen laughed, the shriveled skin on his face piled up like tree bark, he turned to face the crowd and spoke in a calm voice, "Citizens of the parish of Tharis—"

"Remember today! Today is a momentous day, and the Grand Duke of the Principality of Western Asia, Tilda Dark, has once again come to the church to seek the glory of God! ”

"Tilda, the Grand Duke of West Asia, has been bathed in the glory of the Lord since she was born, and our Holy Daughter has finally returned to the arms of the Lord after many years, celebrate! Pray! Under the guidance of the Holy Maiden, we will be saved! ”

The crowd cheered at once, and an indescribable frenzy quickly swept over the crowd, and the exaggerated people even had tears in their eyes, and the calm people had closed their eyes and bowed their heads in prayer.

"Hell yes!"

The few people who watched the excitement were not believers in the Catholic Church, and when they saw that the Grand Duke, who had always fought against the Catholic Church, regained his status as a saint, he spat and cursed and wanted to leave, but was heard by the believers who were gradually agitated on the side.

"What did you say?"

"That is the holy daughter of God, the will of the Lord is manifested in her, and she repents!"

"Repent of a fart, I think this girl's brain is rare and easy to use, and now it's broken again!"

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy! ”

The cries of the believers gradually evolved into quarrels, and their emotions gradually became excited, Han Dongwen saw that the momentum was a little chaotic, and lowered his head and beckoned to Bota who was standing in front: "Boy, let's go first!" ”

"Hmm!"

Porta nodded and was about to squeeze out of the crowd, when suddenly a man standing next to him grabbed him by the collar and lifted Porta up: "Boy, where are you going?" Are you also one of those blasphemers?! ”

Porta hurriedly shook his head like a rattle: "God is above, I am a devout believer, the most devout kind!" ”

"Really?"

The man frowned, kept Portati closer to him, and sniffed.

"You're lying!"

The man's arm jerked Pota up with all his might, and he showed it to the surrounding parishioners like a trophy: "Look! Such a child has also become a blasphemer! obviously smells of alcohol, but he still dares to use the holy name of the god. ”

With spit in his mouth, he shouted at those who were leaving, "What's the matter! Do you just forsake your weak accomplices? The blasphemers rebelled against one another, but the godly were united and saved, O God above! ”

He was about to say something more, when suddenly he felt a darkness in front of him, and a figure stepped out of the chaotic crowd, and punched his arm with very subtle and rapid movements, the man only felt that his arm was cold, and then numb, and Porta, who was holding his collar, suddenly fell and fell to the ground.

He looked down again, and saw only the back of a dark-haired man in front of him, raising his hand to protect Porta as he prepared to leave.

"Blasphemer...... No, no, infidels! ”

The man shouted angrily, although he was half a beat slower, but he still shouted loudly, pointing in the direction of Han Dongwen and Porta: "Simeng people! The infidels of Si Mong are about to raise our children to be blasphemers! ”

The scene is chaotic and chaotic!

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