In late January, on the southern shore of the Protos Empire on the northern continent.

Located on a warmer coastline, snow is not a common weather phenomenon.

The city of Lilom has always been a warm, lively city with the sea as its backdrop.

Due to its geographical location in the remote west of the southern border, very far from the large main port on the southern shore of the Protos Empire, and the inland behind the city is a large area of mountains and forests, and it is also a hundred kilometers away from the nearest inland city, so it is only a tourist city most of the time.

It's not particularly rich, but the scenery is wonderful.

The city is dotted with a series of islands and bridges connecting them, so the artistic bridges are a very prominent feature in the city of Lilåm, not only for easy access, but also for excellent views of the sea.

However, in this rare, extremely cold winter of this year, the storm seemed to have swept all the way from the imperial capital in the north to their border cities.

A light snow fell in the night.

The light on the lighthouse loomed in the thin snow, the ships parked in the harbor were covered with a faint layer of white, and the seabirds no longer chirped, but hid in the warm holes of the cabins or lighthouses, the masts forming a psychedelic silhouette with the distant lights in the fine snow.

Snowflakes gently land on the city's stone pavement, blending in with the snow already on the ground.

The long road leading from the port to the town hall was covered with snow, and the light became soft and hazy through the snow layer of the lampshade.

After dark, the road became scarcely crowded, and the occasional one hurried by in thick coats and hats on his head.

The sound of their footsteps left a trail on the ground, staining the freshly fallen snowflakes black.

These citizens don't seem to be afraid of the cold.

It is the harmonious and strange transformation of the Protos Empire in recent times and the group of silver-robed priests who can walk in the streets.

In the middle of the night, when even the moonlight is about to be hidden.

Not far from the town hall, in a mansion that matches family history and power.

Crimson tapestries hang from the walls, and intricate embroidery depicts scenes of war, trade, harmony, and prosperity, showcasing the history and splendor of the Protos Empire.

In the living room, two men sat calmly in chairs made of moonlight wood and metal, drinking together at the next table.

This is like a banquet that has never disappeared in the history of the Northern Continent and belongs to the villains.

"Lord of the Resurrection Church, I honor you on behalf of the lord."

Dressed in a suit specially made for the fat body, apparently the magnate of the city-state, he raised his glass and drank it all.

"Viscount Francis is too ignorant of current affairs to see the overall situation of the empire at the moment."

The nobleman looked distressed, shook his head and sighed, as if he was a noble person worried about the world.

As for who he thinks is qualified to rule in this city-state, that is more than anything about the attitude shown by the resurrected priest in front of him.

“…… Actually, I quite admired the lord. ”

Opposite the nobleman, the silver-armored priest with the blue alien seal around his neck and the belief in the evil god shook his wine glass and muttered.

The holy seal on his chest was a blue precious quality [Evidence of Resurrection - Decepticon].

The members of the Resurrection Church with this level of [Resurrection Certificate] are all great priests with large positions, and the purple rare level seals above are almost all direct soldiers or cronies of the bishop, not big people who can be seen in small border places like them.

The pink saint is the son and daughter chosen by the bishop, and it is further away in the sky. The epic level is the [Bishop's Proof].

Usually.

Members of the Resurrection Church will try their best to hide their Resurrection Certificate, only showing it when they need to prove their identity to their colleagues.

Almost no crazy guy will directly turn it into the form of a seal and wear it blatantly.

Nowadays, however.

In the Protos Empire, the Church of the Resurrection has been recognized as a legitimate religion.

And the cardinals, who have always been notorious in the Northern Continent and feared and hated by all races, have now become the archbishops of the Protos Empire that need to be admired by the people.

This earth-shaking status quo is not persecuted by the Resurrection Church, and the Resurrection Church does not have the ability to persecute the Protos Empire, this is the Empire's active choice.

A few years ago, everyone would have thought the empire was crazy.

But at the moment that's the truth.

"But the lord...... Viscount Francis, he has a serious tendency towards the Goddess of Destiny Church, and his attitude towards your Resurrection Church is even more obvious and full of jealousy, especially ...... It is unlikely that he would have embraced the doctrine of Catholicism. ”

The nobleman said this, carefully sipping the red wine and looking at the expression of the silver-armored priest opposite.

"That seems to ...... He is indeed guilty. ”

The Silverarmored Priest turned his head sideways, looking at the small fountain in the courtyard and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

The whole mansion is warm and pleasant from the inside out, and the water is murmuring, so comfortable that it is completely different from the atmosphere of the city, or they are the source of the quality of the atmosphere.

"Indeed, so in order for you to be able to preach more smoothly in this city, and to prevent people with bad intentions in power from smearing your image, I think a change is needed at the top of the city."

The nobleman snickered with satisfaction, drank the wine he had just drunk, and wiped the red liquid from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs.

“…… Although our Resurrection Church is currently an orthodox sect recognized by the Protos Empire, we must not blatantly violate the laws of the Empire, otherwise we will still be imprisoned as criminals. ”

The Silver Armor Priest seemed to think for a moment, and then said slowly.

If he is picketed and found out by the upper echelons of the Empire, he will also face a felony and be killed as an example of the Resurrection Church clergy, as a priest of the Resurrection Church with a high status today.

"Did you know? The lord's daughter has some atavistic demon characteristics, even if her parents are undoubtedly human, but a person with demon characteristics like her will still be regarded as a half-demon and has no territorial inheritance. Once Viscount Francis is gone, I will soon make her my family, and I will take control of the city-state. I guarantee that the follow-up of this matter will be lost, and she will not have the slightest chance to let someone from the imperial capital check the cause of Viscount Francis's death. ”

The nobleman raised the corners of his mouth, and the fat on his face shook, probably with a dirty thought.

is called a wife and concubine, but in fact, that kind of dirty thing is only worthy of being his plaything and slave.

"You're such a bad guy."

The Silverarmored Priest smiled and picked up his glass.

Although dealing with such nobles would leave the handle in his hands, he did not dare to tease the priests of their overlord branch.

After all, they're not a good thing either.

If it really angers the Catholic Church, it will only take a moment for this city-state to disappear into the world forever, and this kind of aristocracy is just a worm as a life.

"What do you think, my lord? Now that Viscount Francis is on his way to sea, and is expected to be returning from the main port city to the east in the near future, I can provide you with his usual itinerary planner. ”

The nobleman asked again by pouring a small half glass of wine for the priest.

Before the release, the cult of fornication resurrection, which was full of evil, was found to be a death sentence.

Now, the Church of the Resurrection has been moved to the table, and if you want to entrust them with business in the Empire, you don't even need a door, you can find them in front of the public at any time, and even the temple in the city of Lilom belongs to the Church of the Resurrection.

However, everyone knows what kind of business the resurrection church has to reserve.

The current Protos Empire is in a turbulent gray period, and if you don't seize the opportunity, once the empire has completely completed its transformation and stabilized, you may never encounter such a good opportunity again.

"Then I'll help you."

The Silverarmored Clergy leaned back in his chair with his hands folded, his armor creaking.

Viscount Francis is indeed an obstacle, and it would be good to sweep it away.

After all, it makes sense that the weak are killed by the strong, and if Viscount Francis will die like this, he can only blame himself for being too weak.

"I'll go and bring you a chart of the route used by Viscount Francis, and I'll arrange a boat for you and the clergy, so you can be assured that you won't be alerted when you approach them."

The nobleman stood up and shook his stomach and giggled.

Imperial policy, the resurrection of the Church, and the unrest in the north are none of his business.

The focus is only on what happens when you get power.

Wisdom is power, and power rules everything in front of us, and few people can understand how sweet it tastes.

Once power and power collude, even if it is black, it can be washed into white, and they are axioms.

The empire is absurd and beautiful now.

It's a carnival of the thugs.

"I'll go with you."

The Silver-Armored Priest also stood up, as if the dinner had been finished.

Naturally, the nobles were welcome to invite the Silver Armor Priest to visit the mansion together.

They walked up the corridors and stairs until they came to the study, which was on the third floor of the mansion and had a wide night view.

The calendar hanging on the wall has just been flipped to the new year, and it is now the year 1798 of the solar calendar.

On the dark wooden desk, there are many official letters from the imperial capital.

Most of them are related notices from the remnants of the Goddess of Fate Church, and once these wanted criminals are found in the border cities, they need to be notified to the main city of the province immediately, and then reported to the military headquarters of the imperial capital.

"It's really ironic, in just two months, the originally high-sounding Goddess of Destiny Church will be swept out of the empire."

The nobleman pulled open the drawer, glanced at the papers, and shook his head with a slight irony.

Many people can't understand all this that seems crazy, but a person like him who understands the changes in current politics can probably see some clues.

The Protos Empire needs the power of the resurrected church, and then, it may have to come to a great reckoning with the countries to the northwest.

Although I don't know what kind of changes are taking place within the empire, the Church of the Goddess of Destiny that sweeps away the obstacles must be to pave the way for all this.

But between these official letters.

There is a warning in red that stands out.

Almost from the moment he caught the attention of the Silver Armor Priest.

I saw that it was stamped with personal information about Luo Ren, the archpriest of the Goddess of Destiny Church in the Southern Continent, and asked all port cities on the southern shore to be extra vigilant against this figure.

Although there is turmoil in the Goddess of Destiny Church on the Northern Continent, it is possible that the Goddess of Destiny Church on the Southern Continent will come to the Northern Continent to support.

But this is very unlikely.

It is unlikely that the High Priest Loren would give up protecting his native kingdom and personally cross the sea to the Northern Continent.

The destruction of Bishop Ivanos was enough for him to drink a jug.

And the holy daughter of the Goddess of Fate Church is in the northwest kingdom of Ethertelan, and there is no threat of penetrating into the hinterland of the Protos Empire from the south bank of the rear.

"The Empire is strangely cautious."

The Silverarmored Priest picked up the notice and sighed.

Regarding Loren's official letter, the first article reads-

If you find the holder of the [Primordial Slab-Wind], please report it to the Imperial Military Department as soon as possible.

Below the official letter, there is also an image of the tablet of [Primordial Stone-Wind] and an example of the unique light that the bearer will cause when he casts wind magic.

Since most of the strongest people like Loren will use subtle disguises when they travel far away, even if he sneaks in, they will not be able to detect him at all.

But he has a weakness, that is, once he uses the wind magic that he is best at, then the vision that [Primordial Stone-Wind] will inevitably produce will hit the soul directly, and it cannot be imitated, and it is extremely conspicuous.

Therefore, it is better to recognize people than to recognize slates.

If anyone is holding the [Primordial Stone Tablet-Wind], it must be Loren.

"Hehe, although I heard that the great priest Luo Lun is a noble person, and it is unlikely that he will use despicable means, but the empire has always been extremely cautious about the strong, in case he really dares to gamble and ignore the native country of the southern continent, and secretly infiltrate the empire......"

The aristocracy accosted.

"It's true that the empire doesn't understand Loren too much."

The priest of silver armor put down the red letter and shook his head,

"Even if he is coming, he will support the Kingdom of Ethelan openly, and it is impossible for him to play lurk deep into the empire to cause sabotage, let alone have the courage to go to the imperial capital to make trouble."

"Unless he goes crazy and releases all the great demons who have been imprisoned for a hundred years in the Imperial Capital Prison, it is indeed possible to mess up the Protos Empire."

The nobles were full of jokes and flattery at the words of the silver-armored priest, and they talked very well on the subject.

Hearing this, the Silver Armor Priest actually frowned and thought about it seriously.

I have to say that this nobleman has a villain mind.

It's a pity that the leaderless eighth-order demons don't have the slightest cohesion, and in essence, the threat is not as great as imagined.

The Silverarmored Priest soon burst out laughing.

The nobleman's joke had finally amused him.

"Dare to go to that prison? Throw yourself into the net! ”

The nobleman also said with a wicked smile.

The Church of the Goddess of Fate is now defined as a cult in the Protos Empire.

A cult leader like Loren, as long as he dares to come, he will not be able to escape the judgment of the empire, and he will definitely be sent to that prison!

(End of chapter)