Standing on the roof of the courtyard of the Minest family's house, looking out at the glorious Cross Mountain in the distance, what Horad Minest saw was not the magnificent temple of the starry sky, nor the staircase and square that symbolized piety - the whole hill, except for people, was still a black oppressive patch, and there seemed to be some kind of power condensed in the dull momentum, even if it was far away, you could still feel what a terrible "grand occasion" the unimaginable crowd was!

Not only the Radiant Cross Church, but even the Dongcheng and Xicheng districts have been "broken" by these surging crowds, and thousands of people are pouring towards here, far more than they have just seen.

All of these people came to petition, and the crowds came from all over the East Quarter—no one knew what was going on better than Holard Minnest.

"A coin doesn't matter, even if it's a gold coin – but everything changes when these humble coins pile up and number more and more. The old man muttered to himself, "A thousand gold coins can buy an army, and an army of ten thousand men is enough to overthrow a city-state." ”

"Naturally, if anyone can have the support of a million people, he can build a kingdom that will last for thousands of years - quantity is power, and power is power. ”

If there had not been anyone behind the scenes, the news of the food reduction would not have spread so quickly, and there would not have been so many food chambers that suddenly cut off supplies, and the citizens of Turin who had not been provoked would not have made such a "huge" move - and the only person who could have done all this was Horad Minest.

Looking at the pomp and circumstance in the distance, a smile appeared on the old man's already numb face—in order to be able to see such a scene. All the chambers of commerce throughout the city of Turin were mobilized. And the price paid by the Mineste family was equally heavy. Naturally, it was only a matter of time before Berrion understood.

"So. What are you going to do, Berrion Marchelus?" said Holard, as if talking to himself, "I've never been more curious. ”

Now these poor people of Turin are still protesting, but with a small spark, the protest will turn into a riot and burn the entire city of Turin to the ground!

Holard knew this very well - he knew that the decisions he made would cost thousands of people, would cost the city of Turin, would smear all the walls with blood and flood all the streets.

More and more people gathered in front of the Radiant Cross Church. The voices of protest grew louder and louder - like coins one by one, their lives were worthless, their lives were not cared for, their existence was as lowly as ants.

But when they are gathered, even kings cannot ignore them—especially when they are strong enough to overthrow a king, and even the most powerful commanders and knights will find how weak and powerless they really are.

"It's time for more thugs in Turin. Holard Minest muttered to himself, "Goshawks are reborn in the flames, and they are sacrifices!"

...... "Bang!"

The priest standing behind the door of the sanctuary slammed the last door shut. Without even taking a breath, he looked behind him in horror: "It's all people outside, Archbishop Castro." They've surrounded the whole church!"

"My poor boy. The archbishop, who was sitting on the chaise longue, smiled slightly: "What are you afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of—of course they're afraid of rushing in, these people, they're ......," the priest suddenly choked: "They can rush into the temple at any time, and this door can't stop them!"

"Yes, this door will not stop them - for the Radiant Cross will not refuse anyone, and any devout believer who believes in the Radiant Cross can enter Lay and pray. The old man whispered, "And standing outside the door are all the most devout believers of the Radiant Cross. ”

"But they're not here to pray!" the priest looked anxious, "This is a mob, and letting them storm the temple will only bring an irreparable disaster!"

"You're still too attached to the present, and you haven't really understood what the Radiant Cross means. Castro sighed softly, "Remember that Webb Alexander kid?"

"Do you mean the man who was chosen by His Highness Anson, claiming to be a priest at Fort Hague who witnessed miracles?" the priest obviously knew: "It's all like this, why are you still talking about this?!"

"He was young, but he understood what it meant to serve the Radiant Cross. Castro's expression was a little complicated, and he smiled as if in remembrance: 'Just as I did at the moment when I crowned His Majesty Horace - we are not participants, but witnesses to all of them, witnessing each of them fulfilling their mission, witnessing whether a person should enter the kingdom of the stars or fall into hell!'

Looking at the still shaking door, the priest believed that he had never been so frightened as he was now—he was helpless as a baby in front of the Radiant Cross, in front of the archbishop, and that he would be torn apart by the mob as soon as they stormed the church.

The Radiant Cross does not give itself strength, nor does it perform any miracles -- so what does the Radiant Cross give to oneself? What is the meaning of dedicating oneself to the Radiant Cross for the rest of one's life?

"It's everything. The old man suddenly spoke, staring at the young priest in front of him with a pair of old but bright eyes: "When you enter the church, you lose everything - you can't marry again, you can't have power, you don't have the opportunity to make a career, and you can't be worshiped or feared. ”

But on the other hand, if you lose everything, you have nothing to lose, and you will continue to gain it all your life until the last moment, when you will be truly happy. Archbishop Castro smiled and pointed to the dome: "Attachment belongs to the world, and enlightenment belongs to the radiant cross." ”

"For those outside the door, you have an opportunity that they may not get in the end of their life, but you have it at your fingertips - this is the gift of the Radiant Cross. Looking at the priest who was still confused, the old man had to sigh with a wry smile: "But whether you can understand it or not depends on yourself." Maybe sometimes the closer you get, the farther you go. ”

Just as the young priest was about to continue asking, the voice outside the door suddenly stopped. Both of them were stunned at the same time, and there was a rush of footsteps in the empty hall, and Bishop Peter, with a long sword hanging from his waist, walked in: "The Knights of the Holy Tree are here!"

"Cardinal!" Seeing who it was, the young clergyman quickly bent down and walked backwards, leaving the whole hall for him and the archbishop.

"Knights of the Sacred Tree...... You mean Gayor Varence?" asked the archbishop calmly, "the new Grand Master who killed Mercer Kane?"

"Not just him, but two thousand sergeants of the Order—they have surrounded the whole Templar. Peter's expression was extremely ugly: "And we have given the church an ultimatum, ordering us not to open the doors of the church for the 'mob' to break in, and to prepare for the coronation of Berrion Marcheyrus within a month!"

"The Radiant Cross is above......," Castro's expression darkened slightly, and he let out a long sigh - even though he had known that this was going to happen, the wordless sadness at the sight of the man finally raising the butcher's knife still made the old man's heart ache.

"To perish is madness—has he lost even the last of his sanity?" Archbishop Castro slowly raised his head to look at the cold, glorious cross sculpture.

"What are we going to do—are we going to let the believers come in and hide?"

"You still don't understand, Peter—just like that kid, you still want to be a part of it. The archbishop shook his head slowly. Outside the gate, however, the horn of the march was already sounding.

"That person is no longer a man, but a devil who chooses people to devour. (To be continued.) )