Chapter 416 The New Church in Fulan Port
Paul spent the whole morning visiting the weaving field. At ten minutes at noon, he declined the workshop owner’s offer to stay and took Ladi back to the city hall, while Sylvia left. Return to the alchemy shop alone.
On the way, Paul asked La Di: "I said, did you spend the whole night investigating that store?"
La Di nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise how could I dare? Let you in.”
“Thank you.”
"This is what I should do. However, Lord Grayman, I still want to remind you that you must pay attention to the threats of the church and be fully prepared for them to discover that you are harboring spellcasters."
"Well, I naturally know this, but you can rest assured that according to our long-standing tradition in the Northwest Gulf, history is regarded as a wizard. As long as he has not done anything that actually harms society, he will only be imprisoned and will not be burned on the rack at every turn. "
Actually, I'm more worried about you, La Di muttered in her heart.
Since the establishment of the Customs Union, Paul has been vaguely ranked first among the lords of the Northwest Gulf. Once someone discovers that he has done something dishonorable, it will inevitably have an impact on his status.
“Hey, there’s the new church in Port Fulan ahead!”
Ladi was thinking about something when she suddenly heard Paul speaking loudly.
“Speaking of which, the first time we met was in the church in Port Fulan, and you even dropped hints to me, haha.”
A look of memory appeared on Paul’s face , but the church he was talking about was not the one in front of him. The church they met at that time had been converted into a city hall because it was located in the center of the town. The church in front of him was built not long after that.
La Di smiled, her fate was really amazing. Who would have thought that what she thought was an ordinary adventure a few years ago would turn out to be a major turning point in her life.
Paul pointed to the building in front, "I haven't entered this church yet, let's go in and take a look?"
"Okay, Lord Grayman."
Then the two of them and a group of attendants walked up the steps and walked into the church door.
“It’s really magnificent.” Paul said with emotion.
The interior of the church is dominated by golden color, with a majestic dome hanging high above, the walls covered with exquisite murals, and sculptures dotted between the cloisters on both sides.
There is a huge flame stone sculpture directly west of the hall, which is a sacred object that symbolizes the Lord of Light. A group of people are kneeling on the ground around the stone sculpture, mumbling words, apparently praying.
The sound of chanting and singing floated in the hall, and it did sound somewhat sacred.
In comparison, the old church a few years ago can only be described as shabby. It seems that the gradual prosperity of the Northwest Bay in recent years has also benefited the church a lot.
A clergyman not far away saw this group of people coming in and did not go to pray in front of the holy objects or put money in the donation box. He just wandered around and asked some believers from time to time. , feeling slightly unhappy.
He recognized Paul as the leader at a glance. Judging from the posture of this large group of people, he was probably a man of status and would not be prone to attacks, so he ran to him in small steps and smiled. He said: "Sir, what are you doing in the church? Please do not interfere with other people's activities."
"Who is the person in charge here?"
"It's Master Violet."
Hearing Paul ask this, the deacon became more and more unhappy, because he felt that there was a hint of condescension in the other person's tone.
"Oh? It's still him. Then I want to meet Father Violet."
Paul made the request. He vaguely remembered the appearance of the priest, who took over the church in Port Lavran. I had visited him before. However, seeing that the deacon in front of him didn't recognize him, he didn't want to reveal his identity as a lord, so he didn't let the other party call Violet out directly.
"This... may I ask your name?"
"I know him. Just say that an old friend from Huxin Town wants to see him. Describe me and he will know."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Although it was strange that the other party refused to disclose his name, but seeing that the other party's tone was so calm, he might really have a close relationship with Lady Violet, the deacon thought as he hurried to the back of the lobby.
Violet is in his forties and comes from a noble family in the northwest bay. When he was sent by the diocese to serve as a priest in Port Fulan three years ago, he thought he was marginalized because of that. At that time Arda was the most backward territory in the northwest Gulf.
But I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect it.
In just a few years, the land beneath my feet has undergone earth-shaking changes, and my position has become something that other colleagues are extremely jealous of. "This must be the Lord of Light's reward for my years of hard service."
Today, he once again sat in his office and expressed this emotion.
However, he has heard some rumors recently, and it seems that someone is plotting to transfer him from Port Fulan.
It is unreasonable that these despicable and shameless people want to take away the glory bestowed upon him by the Heavenly Father.
Huh, it's just a wishful thinking. As long as I go to Dean Watts, who is in charge of parish personnel...
"Lord Violet."
"What's the matter?"
A deacon from the church hurried over and interrupted his thoughts, which made him a little unhappy.
“There is someone outside who claims to be your old friend from Huxin Town to see you in detail.”
"An old friend from Lake Town? What's his name?"
The deacon shook his head, "The other party seemed unwilling to tell."
"It's so rude." Violet rubbed her chin and thought back. He stood up and said, "You can't be the one who has any issues with me. I don't seem to have much trouble in Huxin Town... Wait, how old is that person? What does he look like?"
"A young man who looks very good. He looked seven or eight years old, with black hair..."
"Lord!" Violet jumped up from the chair and ran outside, leaving the bewildered deacon behind.
Paul was standing by the wall listening to the female consultant's artistic evaluation of a mural. He kept nodding in agreement with a very understanding look, and then he saw a rich middle-aged priest trotting over.
"Ge...Ge...Sir, you are here."
Violet did not call out Paul's last name, because he suddenly thought that since Paul did not tell the deacon his name, he might be Don't want to reveal your identity.
"Long time no see, Father Wynright." Paul greeted him and stopped him from saluting.
"Haha, it's been a long time. Sir, did you come to my church today for something important?"
"It's not anything particularly important. I just happened to be passing by today. I remembered that I haven't visited this new church yet, so I came in to take a look. I asked you that you still work here, so I stopped by."
"Visit? Don't you dare. My lord, let me be your guide and show you around."
Paul waved his hand, "No need, I'm pretty much done in the lobby. . Let’s chat for a while. I want to know about some recent events in the Northwest Diocese. Do you have a place here?”
“Yes, please come to my office in the back parish.”
"Let's go!"
Under Violet's guidance, Paul and others came to a very luxurious room. It seemed that this was his office.
Looking at the decoration inside, Paul felt sour in his heart. Hey, even though this guy is a clergyman, he really knows how to enjoy life. It is better than my office as a lord.
Huh? What's that red bottle?
Paul, who has a keen eye, saw something that was a bit "out of place" here at a glance.
Violet saw Paul staring blankly at something he had placed on the table, and she cried out in her heart that something was wrong.
He hurriedly put it away.
"Father, that is..."
"Ahhh? Sir, that is...that is..."
Seeing the priest's embarrassed look, Paul felt amused and had a teasing expression on his face.
Paul tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile: "Fermented grape juice?"
(End of this chapter)