Principality of Western Asia, the capital of the Diocese of Tharis.

On snowy days, the sky in Taris becomes exceptionally clear and clear, making it a good idea to look at the cloudless blue sky.

For the faithful of the diocese, such good weather on Sunday is the icing on the cake.

It is a private house in the diocese of Tharis, but it is actually very spacious and spacious, with a square-like courtyard and a single house, and is currently being used as a visiting chapel of the Church of God.

The cathedral seemed to have been structurally unstable in the first few days and in need of repair, so that until the cathedral was repaired, the well-to-do and well-to-do faithful were often happy to lend their mansions to the church as a temporary itinerant chapel for the parish to attend services and confessions.

To those who are not believers, this is nothing more than a show of wealth.

For the faithful, however, such acts of generosity are always appreciated and worthy of admiration.

At this moment, the believers are safely lining up to enter this compound, and the owner of the compound has even prepared a meal for the faithful, which makes the believers who attend the service all solemnly thank them, and feel the kindness and generosity of the owner of the compound from the bottom of their hearts.

Among the believers waiting in line for confession was a woman with a sad face.

The woman's gait appeared to be quite weak, and the occasional cough indicated that her health was not optimistic.

At this moment, she was looking worriedly at the avenue outside the compound, where many of the Knights of the Anglican Order were marching out of the city, and the scene looked almost like ......

"It's like going to war."

The woman muttered to herself, the anxiety on her face a little heavier.

"Thank you, Father Priest, thank you!"

A voice drew the woman's attention back, and she turned her head to look at the confessional room, from where a man had just left, still thanking the priest.

She's next.

The woman quickly tidied up her appearance, although the believer and the priest in the confession room did not see each other, she always subconsciously wanted to be more formal.

She stepped over the threshold of the confessional chamber and gently closed the door behind her, leaving only the not-so-bright candlelight in the dimly lit confession.

"Hello, Father."

The woman humbly greeted the priest in front of her.

She and the priest are separated by a thick, opaque curtain, so that they cannot see each other, which is more conducive to the believer's relaxation and better completion of confession.

"The Lord welcomes you, ma'am, do you have a heart that you want to confess, or have you made a mistake and want to repent to the Lord?"

The priest's voice rang out.

The woman sighed in peace of mind, and then said, "My name is Lores, Father Priest, and I want to confess. ”

"The Lord is listening."

The priest's voice was deep and relaxed, and Loreth pondered for a moment before speaking, "I...... I want to pray for my son, Porta, who is missing. ”

"Missing?"

The priest's tone did not fluctuate much: "Ms. Lores, have you contacted the capital's security station?" ”

Loreth nodded, hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "I have already reported, but there has been no news, Porta is a good boy, if something is delayed, he will definitely tell me in advance, so this time there is no news at all, I am really worried, and ......"

She paused for a moment, as if hesitating whether she should say the next thing.

"And...... It seems that the knights of the church have been running out of the city for the past few days, and if something happens next, what will Porta do alone. ”

"I see, ma'am, rest assured, the Knights of the Anglican Church have a mission on their mission, but nothing will affect the faithful of our diocese."

The priest's answer reassured Loreth visibly, and her expression softened and reverently again, bowing her head from the bottom of her heart, thanking the merciful Lord.

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The Taiyi Building has never been quieter than it is today.

In the past, although it was not noisy, there was always the sound of the doctors and subordinates talking.

However, today, the people in the entire Taiyi Building did not dare to say a superfluous word, and even if they talked, they were extremely quiet.

After all, this is the first time His Highness has been to the Imperial Medicine Building, and it is really an extremely solemn and careful thing.

Han Dongwen was sitting at the table in the ward, holding the Xuanji pan in his hand and looking at the post.

By his side, Little Red Bean has not woken up yet.

She slept very soundly, her chest and shoulders rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and she turned over from time to time, so Han Dongwen could only laugh helplessly.

"I'm still a little girl after all."

He didn't come to this Taiyi building to see Xiao Hongdou.

After yesterday's shocking debut, Jiang Keyin and Chi Hanqing naturally expressed their great concern for His Royal Highness's well-being and wanted to visit Han Dongwen.

"Let's deal with these two girls when we have the kung fu......"

Han Dongwen sighed and shifted his attention back to himself.

With the sudden change in the Duchy of Western Asia, the first machine should be completely scrapped, and the Yunpo Sword naturally disappeared.

However, Han Dongwen also keenly found that his physical condition suddenly improved, from the original kidney deficiency and shortness of breath to a lot more sensitive and dexterous, his waist was no longer sore, and his complexion was much better.

Could it be that the first machine was scrapped, but I ate part of the experience of the first machine?

There are no other clues, Han Dongwen can only infer so.

What made him even happier was that some of the skills mastered by the first machine seemed to be engraved in his mind, as long as the conditions were met, he still seemed to be able to use them from the falling geese to the theft of the previous believers!

The reason why I say it seems is because there are some slightly riskier skills that Han Dongwen has not yet tried.

For example, prayer sermons that have too much to do with the Church of God can only be said on the occasion.

"It's good news, and it's not going to help you right now, but it's definitely better than nothing."

He commented.

At present, most of the soldiers of the National Soldiers Division on the border should have been assembled and drove from Aquila City to the Bailan border, no matter what the Knights of the National Religion in West Asia wanted to do, they should not have expected Simeng to be ready so quickly.

"If Tilda really ran away, or even ran to the border, then there is a good chance that Yunpo Sword would be there."

Han Dongwen became more and more excited in his heart, if things were really as he thought, then if he sent troops to save Tilda this time, and then gave a helping hand to this righteous Grand Duke in West Asia, with her as an endorsement, wouldn't it be like a boiled duck to quell the rebellion of the Church of God?

If this is the case, the benefits that can be obtained this time will not be comparable to the reduction of commercial taxes.

If you are bold enough to conceive, I am afraid that the five cities that were ceded back then will also have a chance......

Han Dongwen was a little happy in his heart, although the first machine was blown up, things were finally better.

After all, if he could make the cake bigger for Simeng, he would not be unloaded and killed so quickly, and his personal safety would be more stable.

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