"The Radiant Cross bestows upon us mercy and forgiveness, which is the greatest manifestation of God's power in the world, both for us and for anyone, for all living beings in the world are deeply loved by the Radiant Cross, who created us all, not any false gods, and the glory belongs to the Radiant Cross, and our suffering bears witness to our devotion to God. ”

Weber, a young priest dressed only in a black clergyman's robe, held the copy of the Glorious Proverbs in his arms, the same one he had brought from Fort Hague, and stood at the mouth of Spear Street smiling and reading, and there was hardly a single person in the "famous" slum of the eastern part of the city who did not know this eccentric priest, who could be seen passing by almost every day, preaching and praying and blessing for the poor in the surrounding streets.

Bishop Peter of the Radiant Cross originally intended to stop Weber Alexander's "spontaneous" behavior, but soon, the "audience" around the little priest became more and more, and these poor people living in the slums, as if they had received some kind of revelation, suddenly became extremely enthusiastic about the belief in the Radiant Cross.

Almost as soon as the small, thin black figure appeared in the street with a book, the believers in ragged clothes would gather and listen reverently to the words they had once scoffed at as lies, and even when the bastard beggars who wandered the streets laughed at them, the "listeners" of the little priests shook their heads with serious expressions.

Weber Alexander is different, and so is the Radiant Proverbs he spoke. Even though they say this, they don't really know what the difference is, but they keep repeating: "You know when you hear it, and you will understand what a priest is like when you see him." ”

Faced with such an outcome, Bishop Peter finally chose to acquiesce - he could not prevent a clergy from spreading the faith of the Radiant Cross, especially when it was very effective, even if the person who was doing it was only a sensationalist in his eyes who tried to win the admiration of the powerful with the so-called "miracles".

A slight noise came from behind him, Weber, who was sitting on the steps of the long street to take a nap, stopped and looked back, and saw a nervous and curious boy hiding behind, and the little priest who was slightly surprised smiled at him and said hello, and the very cautious boy looked at it before running over.

"There's a man over there in a wizard's robe, and he says he wants to see you. The little boy pursed his lips in fear and pointed to the corner of the alley: "Just behind that wall - there used to be a church there, but it was abandoned before it was built." ”

"Then we should clean it and tidy it up again—there is no better way to feel the holiness and greatness of the Starry Sky than a hall made of marble and fish-beamed wood. Webber chuckled and patted the boy on the shoulder, though thin but still taller than the children who grew up in the slums: "Thank you, and I will pray to the Radiant Cross tonight for you and your family." ”

"I heard them say that you brought that Sacred Tree Knight back to life, right?" The boy's face suddenly flushed with excitement, "You are the only one who managed to save a Sacred Tree Knight - when I told the children of the other two streets about this, none of them believed it." ”

"They are right to do so, there is no one in this world who can have such great divine power, only the Radiant Cross can do it, because only the Radiant Cross is the only true God in this world. Webb replied with a smile, "I was simply chosen by God to witness such a great miracle - because miracles are the gospel given to us, and all believers should bathe in it, because it is for all people." ”

After saying goodbye to the boy with the "Radiant Proverbs", the little priest turned and walked towards the abandoned chapel, and turned the corner, the silver-haired wizard in a silver-rimmed green robe was looking at him with a slight smile, and Webb's face immediately showed a little disgust.

Although it was not the first time he had seen this guy, the little priest Weber still didn't have a good face for him, and glared at him very politely: "Is there anything you need to ask, Mr. Tasker?" ”

"Oh...... We've all known each other so many times, do we still need such a strange greeting?" Marco tilted the corners of his mouth pitifully, and his shoulders almost completely collapsed, "I thought there was already a consensus between the two of us, pious priest. ”

"I don't agree with someone who doesn't even respect their own beliefs. The look of disgust on Webber's face became more pronounced, but he sighed, "But I still want to thank you, Mr. Tasker - even though you are a guy who has no respect for God. ”

"Thank me for what?" said Marco, who was suddenly interested.

"I know that you and your men have been protecting me, from Xicheng to all the streets of Dongcheng, from the gangsters and murderers - faith can make our hearts strong, but it cannot keep danger away, so I am very grateful for that. Webber nodded sincerely, "Can you tell me what you're doing this for?"

It seems that this guy is not as stupid as he seems...... The silver-haired wizard thought to himself, he had thought that Weber would say something like "as long as I am pious, no sword or sword can hurt me" - since the little priest began to preach in the slums of Dongcheng District, he has been followed by Brotherhood members to protect him almost all the time, especially those gangsters involved in the Blood Flag Brotherhood, who have been severely warned.

"Quite simply, for the Lord to whom I am loyal had repeatedly told me to protect you, pious priest, before he left. Marco smiled playfully, "He said you were his best friend, so I don't think I need to say more about who that adult is, right?"

"Edward Witwood......" the little priest whispered a little distractedly, and then couldn't help laughing—he had thought that Edward would not have much to do with him anymore, and as he watched the former little squire climb up step by step, farther and farther away from him, Webber's heart felt more and more.

Although he was fortunate that the parish he was in charge of was near Edward's apartment, and the two of them still had the opportunity to see each other every day, it seemed more like a formality - Webb felt like a witness to Edward Witwood's change little by little, and he went further and further.

And when he heard that Edward still called himself "his best friend", a feeling of emotion suddenly came over Weber's heart—yes, I was not a witness, I was a participant in his life.

"Sir Edward Witwood considers you his best friend, and for this reason he did not forget to ask me to protect you with all my might, even when he was about to leave. Mark bent down and looked meaningfully at the little priest in front of him, "And what is Edward Witwood to you?"

"What do you want to say?"

"The Kingdom of Turin was a dangerous place - especially for a self-made man like Sir Edward, who had few friends but many enemies in the city. Yes, he looks quite beautiful now, but there are countless dangers lurking under this scenery, and there are too many people who are jealous of his current status and title. ”

"The only person who can protect Sir Edward is His Royal Highness Prince Anson Marcherus - as long as Sir still holds a considerable position in his heart, no one dares to frame a royal attendant military attaché in the open. Mark paused, with a helpless expression: "But Sir Edward is now in the south, fighting the Dominicans." And a small character like me didn't have the opportunity to see the honor of His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

"Do you want me to accept His Highness's invitation to enter the palace?" said the little priest Weber's expression was quite calm.

It is indeed quite difficult for an upright clergyman, because such behavior is suspected of flattery and inflamement. Mark said in a deep voice, "So you don't have to, even if Edward Witwood comes back and someone frames him, he won't blame you or anything, after all, you are his best friend." ”

"So, how much can you give to this man who counts you as a close friend?"