Because the appearance of the person in front of him is really. Abnormal.

He wore a robe of fine silk similar to that of Klimt, and the candle flame even reflected on the robe.

The robe has a ribbon hanging down in front of it, and the tall hat on his head represents his religious identity and status.

He is an archbishop of the same rank as Klimt.

"You, Archbishop MacDonald."

Klimt greeted politely but distantly.

The archbishop named 'Macdonald' put it a little ugly. It's like a fat pig drowning in water.

He is about the same height as an ordinary person, but his obesity level swells like water has been injected into fat.

There is no neck at all, and the whole head is like a small hemisphere pressed against a meat ball.

If such a figure lies on the ground, it is estimated that the palms of his hands will not be able to press to the ground, because the fat on his back is already too thick.

And not only the figure, but also the skin color is very similar to drowned pork, a bloodless white.

So when he opened his arms and showed his hospitality to everyone, everyone's expressions were also very subtle, and they were not happy anyway.

Klimt apparently had little friendship with the colleague, even though they belonged to the highest echelons of the same denomination.

So it's just a matter of going forward to salute each other and then get down to business.

"I have ushered in the goddess, and that noble blood and identity are not fake."

Climt said as she reached back and introduced MacDonald to the goddess who was sitting on the chariot.

"How's the room in the church prepared? We can't afford to let the gods wait here. She's already suffered so much that it's time to recuperate. ”

With that, Klimt waved her hand and led the whole team into the church.

And Archbishop MacDonald, on his fat cheeks, which were like soaked hair after drowning, a pair of eyes that had been narrowed into two slits by fat tried to open wide, looking at the goddess.

Then he smiled and rubbed his hands.

"Ah, of course, of course"

"Of course we should greet the Goddess with ceremonies. As you said, I prepared the finest red carpet, as red as a flame. It's enough to fill an entire room. But."

MacDonald's smiling voice grew deeper and deeper at the end.

Klimt turned his head in bewilderment, and his mouth under the white beard pursed: "'But'?" What do you mean? ”

Speaking of which, the atmosphere is starting to get a little wrong.

The believers carrying the goddess's chariot stopped their steps at a loss, and even the people behind them, including Lanen, stopped, and quietly watched the conversation between the two archbishops.

In the large, empty church, all that was left was the sound of the busy clergy trampling the marble floor with cloth shoes, and the 'thump' of the giants' movements.

"There's no room left, Klimt."

MacDonald's fat face was still smiling, but everyone felt from this smile was that there was no kindness that a smile should have.

Cold, mocking. And so on and so forth, which is the meaning of this smile.

The clergy, who had been busy running around the church, silently walked behind MacDonald at this time.

These teachers wore robes that were slightly simpler than the archbishop's robes, and they did not have tiaras.

But they all held metal candlesticks in their hands, which seemed to have no combustibles, but a candle flame burned quietly at the sharp top.

But when these candles, which are supposed to warm people's hearts, gather together and stand quietly behind MacDonald, they can only feel the shadow brought by the firelight.

It is as if the light of the candle itself is just a foil to the shadow, in order to make the shadow deeper and thicker.

"There is no room in our church for a 'noble' goddess, my brother."

MacDonald refers to Climt as a 'brother', and there is no problem in religious relations, and the parishioners are brothers.

But his latter sentence makes a condition for this.

"If you think you're a White Archbishop."

Klimt's gloomy eyes suddenly lifted to meet MacDonald's ever-smiling eyes.

"We are the White Archbishop, and the Gloomy Church is a funerary cathedral built with the support of the royal family of Los Ric, the White Church!"

MacDonald's fat body was raised with his arms held high, and his words were stern.

"Our white religion worships the god of class and law, the uncle of King Gwen [King of Wuxin], and the main god of Lloyd!"

Now, of course, Karim's parishioners have complained about this, claiming that Lloyd is not the main god, but a branch. The royal family of Lothric is the god family that the White Sect should worship. ”

"But it's just a small disagreement within us, don't care. Just let the scholars debate the scriptures, and there will always be an explanation. ”

"But what about you, Archbishop Climt?"

MacDonald pressed forward and smiled maliciously.

"He said he was going to meet the goddess, but he brought a goddess who was not described in any holy book or miracle! Do you dare to claim that it is 'noble in blood'? ”

"The only truly noble bloodline in this world is the bloodline of King Gwen's gods! You're trespassing! ”

MacDonald exclaimed.

That tone made Lan En touch the hilt of the knife on his waist.

Based on the content of these words, it is not impossible to correct and clean up Archbishop Klimta even if it is a fire on the spot.

And behind MacDonald, the flame of the candlestick in the hands of the clergy suddenly swelled as if it had been added to the accelerant.

The flame became a fireball under control, resting at the tip of the candlestick, ready to go.

The rest of the convoy was a little stunned and nervous, and the timid ones even trembled and tried to draw their swords from their waists.

In this case, composure is courage.

So Lanne didn't draw his sword, Rosalia on the chariot still didn't move, and Leonard just stood quietly next to the chariot.

And Klimte's expression was what made Len feel that it was nothing serious.

The archbishop's expression did not look like the anger of an internal reckoning.

There are surprises, but the surprises are closer to 'I didn't think you would dare to do this'.

You know who this is, MacDonald. We received the will together. ”

Klimt, who had collected his expression, looked deeply at his colleagues and parishioners in front of him.

"What will? I don't know anything. ”

MacDonald's smile didn't change.

"yes, you'd better not know anything. What about Archbishop Louis? Did he agree with Ling's approach? ”

At this point, MacDonald didn't bother to pretend, and his fat fingers like small turnips spread out into his palms, and swept across the large group of priests behind him.

"At least two of the three archbishops have to want to do something to have this battle, right?"

Klimt didn't say a word, and nodded slowly and heavily.

"I see. But I have to warn you, MacDonald. Do you remember who promoted you to archbishop, and how do you recall? ”

"No need to recall, of course I do, of course"

This seemed to poke MacDonald's sore spot, and his smile was a little more ferocious, and he leaned in and whispered.

"The great King Osloes, who elevates a magician to the rank of archbishop of the priesthood, likes to insult us the most, doesn't he?"

"Then let me remind you again, the knights in the secluded church now still have His Majesty's personal coat of arms on their tower shields and armor, the Giant Bird Pattern in the Sky."

"You don't have to worry about that, Archbishop Klimt."

The two men spoke to each other, and finally, the white-bearded archbishop looked back at the goddess on the chariot, then took a step back and looked away.

"Then I see what you mean. I don't get involved in your and Louis' affairs. ”

Klimt said as she pointed to the goddess and herself.

"But at the same time, you know how chaotic the world is now. The goddess has nowhere to go but here, you have to give me a room. ”

Klimt's eyes were deep, and this was the last concession.

He didn't care what MacDonald and Louis were planning, and he didn't know. But the bottom line is that the goddess must be settled first.

That's what MacDonald seems to be waiting for.

His fat face was silent at first, and then a smile that was more wide-arced.

"That's good! That's enough! My brother! Come on, I've already prepared the room. Although this goddess does not appear in any holy scriptures, just by looking at this posture and demeanor, you can know that it must be extremely noble! ”

"The secluded church is so big, of course it can accommodate such a noble goddess."

Many people, including Ranne, were almost amazed at the ability of this MacDonald Archbishop to turn around and change his face.

He waved his hand kindly, and the group of priests who had been standing behind him consciously extinguished the flames, and then dispersed, busy with themselves again.

Although Klimt was not lightly angry, his heart for the placement of the goddess was heavier than anyone else.

He forcibly suppressed his anger and led the group to the room arranged by MacDonald.

The secluded church looks empty when you first enter, but in fact, the internal structure is hidden behind the walls around the hall, the rooms, corridors, terraces, etc.

And the internal structure of the church is also very complex.

And when the man sent by MacDonald arrived, Klimt's face suddenly became even more ugly.

"What's wrong, there's a problem here?"

Because of his convenient legs, Lan En walked in front of a group of maggot worshippers, only behind the goddess's chariot.

Now that they saw Klimt and Leonard, their faces were not right, and they stepped forward to ask.

This is an internal platform located on the second largest floor of the church.

The complex architectural structure of the secluded church allows for small floors to be separated from each large floor. It took a long time to get to this platform, but it was actually high up in the church hall.

The argument just happened on the top of the head.

It's just that this platform seems to contain a lot of corrosive fluids, and the entire surface of the whole body is made of hard stones, and there are large traces of corrosion.

It's like letting strong acid flow.

"This is the room where Eldridge once held the [Dark Sage]."

Klimt gritted her teeth and bounced out, but it was a man under the eaves who had to bow his head.

He turned his head again to look at Rosaria, who seemed to care nothing on the chariot, and still had to command.

"It can only be here."

"There's at least a little bit of good thing here, the cell door where Eldridge was held is still there, so it's a line of defense."

"With a red cloth, spread all the red cloth, cover the marks, cover the whole house!"

"No, but that's not enough. That's all there is to it. ”

It seems that the traces of corrosion are very profane, or very dangerous.

Lane watched as Klimt began to hurry up and down.

(End of chapter)