In the brightly lit room, Archbishop Henry stared at the first draft of the Eucalyptus in his hand, his gaze sometimes dim, sometimes bright.

[Decree on Temporary Response to Reactionary Forces in China]

It is necessary to ensure that when the prophecy day comes, the goddess of truth will be able to ascend the divine ladder and become a god and untie the shackles of the gods, and at the same time, it is necessary to limit the development of the Church of Truth and not let them grow too strong....

No matter how you think about it, this is a difficult task, but Archbishop Henry knows that the Pope is not embarrassed by him, and it is helpless to do so.

Only by suppressing the strength of the Church of Truth to the point where they can be destroyed with a flip of their hands can the Cult of Wisdom reap the greatest benefits in the future turmoil.

For this reason, Archbishop Henry, who is the head of the Romanov Kingdom, had to rack his brains and find ways to restrict the Church of Truth, but he did not dare to use too much force to damage the foundation of the goddess Unia's believers.

Snatching the believers that the Church of Truth should have gained was the response that Archbishop Henry had come up with.

Facts have proved that he made a correct move, and after playing the slogan of 'freedom requires wisdom', the Wisdom God Cult ushered in a period of explosive growth of believers, and in just half a month, more than 100,000 people became believers of Anatol, the god of wisdom.

Among the former serfs, who were dissatisfied with the kingdom and the aristocracy, they were also divided into radicals and conservatives, and the conservatives believed that armed struggle was not advisable and that everyone should organize and march and protest in a more moderate way to fight for their rights.

The radicals don't listen to this at all, they just want to fill their stomachs, and they don't care what means they use as long as they can take back the land that rightfully belongs to them.

Most of the conservatives joined the Cult of Wisdom, while the radicals mostly became believers in the Church of Truth.

Compared with the Cult of Wisdom God, which has a conservative style and calls on people to use wisdom to fight for their rights, there are more believers who join the Church of Truth.

The Church of Wisdom God has more than 100,000 new believers, and the Church of Truth has reached 200,000 new believers.

And this number is still soaring at an eye-popping rate.

The seeds planted half a year ago have germinated, and the tender green buds have broken through the epidermis and broken through the shackles of the ground.

Refugees who have received the blessings of the Church of Truth, after returning to their hometowns, tell their luck to other surviving companions, and have become believers.

People are more willing to believe in the Church of Truth that does things than the Cult of Wisdom, which has become the state religion.

Churches and monasteries everywhere come and go every day, and the monks are busy until midnight before they can go to bed and fall asleep.

In the long run, the fast-growing Church of Truth will spiral out of control.

Archbishop Henry thought about it, and it was only then that he drafted the Provisional Decree against the reactionary forces.

How many believers does it take for Yunia to become a god?

According to the estimates and statistics of the Cult of Wisdom, coupled with the information obtained in the classics, the number of believers must be around one million to reach the threshold of becoming a god.

Of course, this figure is inaccurate, the more firm and loyal believers are, the more power of faith is provided, and a loyal and firm believer is often worth four or five undetermined believers, or even more.

Millions of believers is just an approximate number, after all, no one has ever experimented on such a thing.

The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny has millions or even nearly tens of millions of believers, and the Wisdom God Cult is similar, including the Judgment God Cult, the Fertility God Cult, and the Witch God Cult, all of which basically float up and down on the same level, and no one crushes anyone.

It is precisely because of this that the explosive growth of believers in the Church of Truth has given rise to an unspeakable sense of fear in Archbishop Henry's heart, and he feels that he cannot go on like this, and if he is left alone, the number of believers in the Church of Truth will reach an astronomical number when the prophecy day comes.

Once Uniya, who has a large number of believers, ascends to the god level....

The consequences are unimaginable!

Up to 20 million serfs in the Romanov kingdom, if all joined the Church of Truth ....

"Whew...."

Archbishop Henry exhaled a cloudy breath and rubbed his sore eyelids, in a very bad mood.

Dongdong!

"Archbishop."

A blackfriar knocked on the door, hurried into the room, and said to Archbishop Henry, who was sitting behind the table: "His Majesty Paul I says he has figured it out. ”

"Huh?"

Archbishop Henry was slightly stunned, immediately put down the draft decree, got up and said, "Take me to him." ”

There is finally good news.

If the king can wholeheartedly help the Cult of Wisdom, it will naturally be a great thing.

Who wants to be charged with killing a king?

In any kingdom, such behavior is not allowed.

If the church wants to use the kingdom to rule over the people, it must give the kingdom enough autonomy and not just kill.

If it weren't for Paul I's refusal to agree to his proposed law, how could Archbishop Henry put a king under house arrest?

It's all a helpless move....

If there was any other option, he would not do it.

Walking through the long and complicated corridors of the Winter Palace, Archbishop Henry came to the door of Paul I's bedroom, and before pushing the door in, he suddenly paused, pondered for a few seconds, and stroked the golden ring worn by his little thumb.

Airplanes....

The golden ring trembled slightly, and it didn't light up, but a barrier that was invisible to the naked eye enveloped Archbishop Henry's body.

After doing this, Archbishop Henry nodded to the blackfriar next to him and opened the bedroom door.

Kada....

In the slightly cluttered room, Paul I sat on the sofa facing the door, swept away the decline of the previous days, his face was radiant, his hair was meticulously combed, he changed into clean clothes, his face was slightly ruddy, and he even wore his own crown.

Judging by the food scraps that the servants were cleaning, Paul I must have had a full meal.

Maybe even took a shower....

"Your Majesty, it makes me so happy to see that you have spirits."

Archbishop Henry kissed his finger and saluted respectfully.

"You may be seated, Your Excellency."

Retracting his gaze from the portrait, Paul I smiled and pointed to the sofa opposite.

After Archbishop Henry took his seat, Paul I reached into his arms, and several blackfriars next to him immediately tensed up, and just as they were about to make a move, they saw Paul I take out a silver cigarette case, skillfully bounce it open, take out a hand-rolled cigarette and put it in his mouth, and then put the cigarette case back into his arms.

Bite!

The rollers and flints rub together, igniting the core of the fire soaked in kerosene, and the faintly flickering flames rise, scorching the tobacco.

"Your Majesty, why don't you smoke a cigar?" Archbishop Henry smiled and asked, "The cigar rubbed on the girl's lap is more revealing of your identity, isn't it?" ”

"Oh, I've been bored lately, and I've fallen in love with hand-rolled cigarettes, which is actually quite interesting, when you want to smoke, roll one yourself, the preparation process will make you itch, but you have to be patient." Paul I exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "There is a saying in the Romanov kingdom that if you are used to bitterness, you will feel especially sweet when you eat sugar again, right?" ”

"It seems that Your Majesty has indeed figured it out."

Archbishop Henry's smile did not diminish in the slightest, and he nodded with emotion: "That's good, that's good.... As long as Your Majesty cooperates with us, I can assure you that you will always be the king of the Romanov Kingdom. ”

"I believe in your promise." Paul I flicked his cigarette ash and asked, "What is the reaction of the aristocracy?" The introduction of the "Free People's Decree" must have aroused their discontent, right? ”

"There's nothing wrong with them, I'm wondering about it." Talking about business, Archbishop Henry put away his smile and said solemnly: "They agreed to abolish serfdom, but on the basis of the "Free People Decree" I proposed, they demanded some benefits that belonged to them. ”

"Normal."

Nodding slightly, Paul I snuffed out his cigarette, took a sip of champagne on the table: "It would be strange if they didn't ask for benefits, they are a group of leeches attached to the Romanov kingdom to suck blood and eat meat, no matter what you do, you can't let them loose." ”

"Your Majesty's words are really to the point."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Recently, the Church of Truth has grown too rapidly, and in order to contain them, I have drafted a "Provisional Decree" against the reactionary forces, which will be sent to your Majesty for review in a moment."

"You don't have to send it to me... Oh, and if I need to sign it, it does need to go through my hands. ”

Paul I smiled slightly, picked up the lighter on the table, and put his hand into his arms again, this time, the blackfriars standing next to him did not react.

But....

This time, instead of a cigarette case, Paul I took out a golden revolver.

In the abrupt round eyes of the blackfriars, the golden revolver was aimed at Archbishop Henry's chest, and without hesitation....

Spat out tongues of fire.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Five gunshots rang out in succession, the firelight was accompanied by gunpowder smoke, and the bullets accurately hit Archbishop Henry's body, so close at a distance, it was more difficult to empty a gun than not to have an empty gun.

Archbishop Henry sat quietly on the sofa, his body trembling slightly with the bullet coming in, and as the smoke cleared, Paul I saw the black bullet holes in his body, the bullet hit, but not a drop of blood remained.

"Your Majesty, why?"

The bullet holes squirmed and closed and disappeared, and Archbishop Henry looked at Paul I with sad eyes: "You are a king, why do you do this.... Despicable acts. ”

"There are no surrendered kings in the Romanov kingdom! And there are no enslaved kings! ”

Paul I roared angrily: "I will preserve the last dignity of the royal family!" Even if you kill me, I'm not afraid! ”

"I won't kill you, Your Majesty...."

"No, it was you who killed me."

Paul I suddenly calmed down, he squinted at the portrait on the wall, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Father, mother, I'm sorry, I failed your expectations, I failed the Romanov kingdom ...."

The muzzle of the gun was raised again, and this time, the golden revolver was aimed at the head of Paul I himself.

In the abruptly shrunken hole of Archbishop Henry, Paul I sneered at him: "We will meet in hell, Your Excellency. ”

"May the light .... Shine on the Romanovs! ”

Bang!