The capital of the Principality of Western Asia, the parish of Talis.

The curfew had been in place for three days, and after dusk, the streets of Tharis were deserted, with only half of the street lamps lit and snow falling.

Everything was silent.

On both sides of the wide central avenue of Felien, the dark Grand Dukes and the cathedral across the street are like two silent hills, making the air of this cold country heavier than ever.

There are no lights.

The Grand Mansion seemed to be empty, not a single light was on, only guards patrolled around the enclosure.

Although the patrol was to ensure the safety of the Grand Duke's residence, they never took their eyes off the cathedral across the street tonight.

From the exterior of the main church, only sporadic lights can be seen in precise refraction.

In the church, around the altar where Mass was worshipped, there were many figures standing like an association.

They wore red-trimmed bishopric robes, red round hats on their heads, and broad white ribbons draped over their shoulders, indicating the supremacy of this group in Western Asia.

Of the eight cardinals of the Church of God, four were here early and four were ......

There are four more who have just been "picked up" from the Grand Duke's Mansion by the Instructors of the Knights.

After the loss of the Grand Duke, the cardinals who had stood in the Grand Duke's residence had no room for resistance, let alone a reason to continue to resist, and they stood under the dome of the cathedral like candles in the wind, looking at the people opposite, nervously silent.

Tilda Dack, the Holy Daughter of the Church, overthrew the original Church's tables after winning the election of the Grand Duke.

Since then, she has never visited the church once, never attended Mass again, and expressed her attitude in an extreme way that almost cut herself off from the church.

However, her status as a saint cannot be deprived, which originates from the tradition of ancient legends in West Asia, combined with the laws of the stars and the scriptures.

Above all, Tilda was born with the power of God.

Since that powerful bloom, the Church of God has found that the Grand Ducal Mansion is no longer obedient, and it has found that this puppet chair, which was once in its hands, has now become a cold and resolute spear.

As a result, four of the nine cardinals of the Church of God gradually chose to support Tilda's reform of politics and religion, and since then he has presided over services and preached at the Grand Ducal Residence. Even though Tilda did not attend their Mass, she naturally took their influence as a refuge in her hand.

Until now, they had all been taken back to the cathedral, trembling.

Four bishops of the Grand Ducal Residence, four bishops of the Cathedral.

In front of them, there is another person who is looking at them, as if they are about to choose their favorite cat and dog in a pet store, looking at and looking at them.

The ninth bishop, "Father Gascohen".

The priest was the second highest level of priesthood in the Episcopal Church, but Gascohen, who was already a bishop, still called himself a priest to his own people.

He was humble and kind, active in his campaign for the well-being of the parishioners, sheltering children in need, practicing medicine for good, and being of a noble but amiable position.

He was pious and diligent, and he was also the head of the Third Nation Order, leading the LinkedIn heroic and devout congregation to fight for the country, and the people of West Asia should be grateful for his efforts.

"Colleagues, the Church appreciates your dedication through your busy schedule, and we are gathered here in this time of crisis to save our nation and to defend the majesty of our Lord."

The red robe worn by Gascoen was much more elaborate than that of the other bishops, embroidered with glittering gems and gold and silver, as luxurious as the treasure cave of the legendary dragon.

He looked around at the eight bishops in front of him and smiled: "The seven knights who guarded my lord have lost two, and the holy woman of my religion has died, and my colleagues should understand that someone must now stand up and defend my lord's kingdom with blood." ”

Gascoen nodded to one of the men beside him, and the eight cardinals placed an envelope with white paper in their hands.

"Please also cast your precious and sacred vote to choose from among the nine of us who are worthy of being the head of the regiment."

His expression was light: "Colleagues, please consider carefully, as the chief of the Knights of the Church, when the Church is in turmoil, he has the commander-in-chief of the Knights of the Church, and His Majesty the Pope cannot interfere, this kind of power is too sensitive, and the rank must carefully write down the name of the person in your heart." ”

Among the eight bishops in front of him, four of the ecumenical sect looked at each other a few times, their eyes full of doubt.

"Where's the pen?"

Someone muttered, but Gascohen looked at the other four bishops who had been ecclesiastical as if he hadn't heard them.

The envelope in their hands was not even opened, and it was handed back to Gascohen's hands.

"The Lord bless you, my dear brother." Gascoen accepted the envelope with a smile.

The four bishops of the ecumenical sect understood, and someone lowered his head and shook the opening of the envelope, and naturally saw the ticket paper with Gascoen's name already written on it.

"Is there any doubt I can answer for you, my learned friend?" Gascoen tilted his head slightly, his face full of kindness.

The bishop of the Grand Ducal faction shook his head with a dead face, closed the envelope, and handed it over.

Eight envelopes were put into Gascohen's arms, and without even looking down, he threw them on the prayer platform beside him, raised his hand and took out the ninth envelope from his bosom, which should have been written by himself, took out the letter paper inside with his fingertips, and said with a gentle cough:

"Cardinal Turino, one vote."

The bishop named Turino was obviously one of the four members of the Grand Ducal faction, and his face suddenly became ugly and abnormal.

Gascohen threw the paper he had written into the pile of envelopes on the prayer platform, and bowed his head slightly with humility and dignity: "Then, thank you very much to my colleagues for their trust in my work, I will win the friendly competition of Cardinal Turino by eight votes to one, and be promoted to the position of Chief of the Knights of the Western Church, and in the name of my lord, I will live up to his expectations." ”

"Why don't you just take nine votes and forget it?!"

Knowing that there was no possibility of a good end, Turino couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth angrily.

"To boast is contrary to the teachings of our Lord's humility."

The smile on Gascoen's face did not change, he only raised his hand slightly, and a group of soldiers quickly came up from the darkness on both sides, holding the four bishops of the Grand Duke in place.

"Gascoen! You! ”

They roared, but were soon dragged into the depths of the cathedral.

The main prayer hall was empty again, leaving only Gascoen and the four remaining bishops standing in place.

"Then, Your Excellency the Chief Commander......"

One of the bishops said flatteringly: "Now that the five existing knight orders in West Asia, do they already have a countermeasure in the face of their despicable neighbors?" Of course, I'm just curious, and I'm well aware that there's no need to worry about this. ”

"Thank you for your concern."

Gascoen smiled, raised his hand to his side and waved it slightly, and the few ticket papers on the prayer platform flew up without wind, burning violently in the air, and a thick puff of white smoke blew out the skylight at the top of the cathedral.

He looked at the thick white smoke that escaped out of the window, and said lightly: "Although chastity and temperance can no longer fulfill their duties, as the chief of the Knights, I think that not only me, but the other four captains will also fight with all their strength to defend our Lord, our true Lord who has come." ”

The inquiring bishop was about to say something more when he was interrupted by the voice of a young man:

"Gascohen, the new Son is ready."

A look of excitement crossed Gascohen's old face, and he looked in the direction of the voice, and his tone was more excited: "Ah...... is worthy of being a 'diligent' knight, and that boy is really a carrier, right? Right? ”

The man called "diligent" stood in the shadows, and there was no eagerness or urgency in his tone: "He is indeed the carrier...... But I heard that there were better carriers that day, and it's a pity. ”

"It doesn't matter."

Gascohen's eyes flashed with enthusiasm and excitement: "There will never be a better carrier than Tilda, and besides, that Simeng person has been blown into pulp that day, as long as there is a working carrier now, it is enough!" ”

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