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Han Cheng bowed deeply as he was ushered into the sanctuary. Like the rest of the cathedral, this room is magnificent. The walls are glittering marble and the floors are black and white mosaic tiles. The massive cylindrical spiral extends upwards to the height of a vaulted ceiling decorated with stained glass. Tapestries depicting the life of the Holy Spirit are everywhere, with only a few releasing the smell of smoke and dust from the remains rescued from the fire.

In the center of the hall stands what resembles a huge painting, a huge replica of the blessing of the Holy Spirit, placed on a sloping shelf on the podium. On either side of the pulpit there were two great fires, kept alive by four solemn saints dressed in sackcloth, whose shaved heads were tattooed with the eyes of the Holy Spirit that were perceptible. Behind the podium, seated on a carved cherry wood pedestal, is the most powerful theocratic leader of the Southern Kingdom and the Southern Kingdom.

The theocratic leader had an ordinary appearance, and when you walked down the street you would only think of him as an old and frail old man, his hair the color of freshly snowed, his eyes listless and tired, his wrinkled skin as thin as parchment, and white to the point of almost leprosy, and a black priest's robe, which looked a little terrible.

A jade amulet was glued to the priest's throat, and he wore a matching ring on his finger. He also wears a tight belt around his waist, a belt from the legendary Land of Origin, which is said to possess a magical power, and on the chest of his robe is woven the emblem of the Sword of the Holy Spirit, the legendary Sword of Creation Judgment.

Han Cheng noticed that the priest was very close to the fire, and forced himself to snicker irreverently. It wasn't the cold winter that tempted him to do such a thing. One of the most popular theories about the Black Death is that it was caused by the bite of a small black spider. A common way to repel spiders is to make a fire.

"Your Majesty, it's really my honor to be received by you," Han Cheng said "respectfully", and this tone was more of a mockery than respect. This is a distinction that has not been overlooked. The saints hesitated as they lit the fire, staring at him with shocked expressions. The old man just moved in his chair, and the embers of life burned in his tired eyes.

"Your insistence has led me to see me in person—so what do you want to say?" The old man let his last words drip from his tongue like venom, and his originally cloudy eyes became sharp, "I am currently in seclusion, and I don't want to be disturbed. I am communing with the great Holy Spirit, meditating on His divine creed and asking for His help in the crisis that plagues our empire, and only God's help can eradicate this plague that afflicts us physically and mentally. ”

A wry smile flashed across Han Cheng's face, he knew that the only thing the old man wanted to save from the Black Death was his own body and soul, as for the others? Who will have time to care about them when they are all facing death? "Please forgive me for disturbing your musings," he said. "I'm not here to force people, though, but to provide services."

Hearing this, the old man immediately narrowed his eyes, revealing a look of suspicion.

"I have evidence that there is a conspiracy against His Majesty the King of the South, and among these traitors is Archimam Hartleford."

The old man stood up from his chair and trembled with anger, gritting his teeth and scolding, "How dare you come here and accuse the most devout believers of the gods of doing such a thing......

"I have proof." Han Cheng roared. "I can get more, I can get as much as I need, and if my words aren't enough to impress you, then I think the guillotine of the Inquisition should be enough."

"The Temple never compromises with secular authority, especially not with the authority of an ambitious peasant who would strengthen himself by blasphemy!"

Han Cheng shrugged helplessly. "I'm afraid you're going to have that attitude. The law can be changed, but why should we denigrate the entire faith of the Holy Church because of a treacherous priest?" Han Cheng's voice quietly contained a sly tone. "Or is there only one treacherous priest?"

"Now you dare to frame me!"

Han Cheng looked at the angry old man and smiled slightly and continued, "I'm not targeting you, I'm targeting your ex. I've heard some ugly things about that person. There are also some unsightly letters about what happened to him. ”

Hearing this, the old man's face turned even paler. The priest's body collapsed in his chair. He gestured to the saints present and motioned for them to leave the room. And Han Cheng just silently watched them leave, his triumphant face full of victories.

"How much do you know?"

"The envoys in Yangning are very ...... Curious," Han Cheng said mysteriously. "They've been investigating your excesses for some time now. They mention that the one is associated with something called the god of the night, and suggest that the liturgical outrage that occurs in the cathedral after dark in Yangning Cathedral is more of an obscene religious ritual than a manifestation of depraved tendencies. Luckily, though, a fire has burned down the cathedral, and your ex has burned down before the emissaries decide to solve the problem themselves. ”

For a moment, the old man felt his hands go limp and his shoulders drooped, and his body wilted on the cushions of the chair. "Why are you keeping this information a secret?"

"Hartford was an enemy of His Majesty the King of the South, but as a priest he was a special case. As you can see, I have no authority to judge him. However, you know. I'm not saying you're going to publicly denounce him as a traitor. You can do whatever you like, just take care of him. Quickly and permanently. ”

Han Cheng looked at the blazing fire, pursed his lips and sneered. "If you will, say he died of the plague. Now this is a lot of the case. ”

The old man struggled for a long time, and finally nodded and agreed to Han Cheng's request. He was a complete realist, knowing that this was just the beginning, and that this shameless wand would use the secrets of the Templars as long as they served his purpose. Extortion is a crime that has no end in sight.

"What are you going to do with the other conspirators?"

Han Cheng walked out from the fire. "They will be rounded up and disposed of. My spies have been planted very carefully, and now we have one person in custody. He hesitated, considering whether he should name the fish he caught. His contempt for the terrified old man sitting in the middle of the flames made him determined. Even if the priest plucked up the courage to warn these conspirators—allowing him to know who they were—their efforts to escape would have him expose them.

"My soldiers found a doctor on the dock who told an interesting story. He seemed to be treating a farmer who had been hiding from me for a while. After some persuasion, the doctor finally took us to the cave where the farmer was hiding."

Han Cheng said as he observed whether the old man on the other side had any special reaction.

"Zheng Hongchang is in my hand," Seeing that the old man did not react, Han Cheng also added an accent to those three words. "Through him, I will find all these traitors and hang their heads on the towers of the Southern Palace."