Chapter 113 A small business, just to give back to society
"Chaplain Wayne, do you want..."
"Just Wayne, I'm currently employed by Heavenly Father's Holy See in a private capacity." Wayne interrupted directly.
As a pastor, he was invited to help Keith, and he was a member of the Natural Church who cooperated with the Holy See of Heavenly Father. When he went through the process, most of his efforts were taken away by the higher authorities, and his own interests could not be guaranteed.
The boundaries must be clearly drawn, otherwise there will be no discussion.
"Okay, Mr. Wayne, what do you want?"
I want the Holy Light!
One more language, one more world;
One more craft, one more way out.
In the Chosen Continent, belief in magic is language, and the Book of Greed guarantees Wayne's language talent. He has the right time, place, and people, and has the ability to learn more foreign languages.
"Generally, I definitely want money."
"That's great, I'll..."
"but!"
Wayne gasped loudly, which made Keith's eyelids jump. He was afraid of everything, but problems that money couldn't solve were definitely big troubles.
"I know it's not easy for Heavenly Father's Holy See in Windsor. It's not easy to talk about money and do business. If there is a problem with the accounts and the superiors investigate it, you will be unlucky and I won't get a good harvest." Wayne grabbed Keith and went to Take a trip to Cam River Cathedral.
He said before that he particularly admires literature and likes things with historical heritage, such as... antiques.
Keith looked embarrassed and said goodbye to Julian with a wry smile. He would definitely suffer heavy losses if he left.
Antiques are also different. He only asked Wayne to be uneducated and choose a piece of jewelry that seemed precious and ignore items that were ordinary in appearance but truly valuable.
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Cathedral of Saint Dominic.
The faith of the Heavenly Father Church has a long history in the God's Choice Continent, and its influence covers the entire continent. It is also the most mainstream faith.
Regardless of the chapel, any cathedral has a long history and outstanding artistic value, and St. Dominic's Cathedral is no exception. The white marble exterior, huge dome, peak rose window, and gorgeous sculptures can be seen everywhere. The church itself is a priceless treasure.
The Cathedral of St. Dominic takes its name from a saint named ‘Dominic’.
This saint is well-documented in theological books, has devout beliefs, and has outstanding achievements. In order to protect a city, he bravely stood up to fight against the evil god of hell, and even shed the last drop of blood without falling.
Legend has it that his corpse, standing with a sword in hand, scared the devil away and retreated to hell.
Dominic's sacrifice was approved by Heavenly Father, and an angel personally descended to earth and led his soul into heaven. From then on, he changed his appearance and became an angel in the Bible.
It’s hard to say whether it’s true or not, but that’s what the book says. There is indeed a saint named Dominic.
Wayne entered the cathedral and was amazed by the gorgeous decoration.
Before traveling through time, he felt that the decoration of the church was too outrageous. The church that dominated Europe back then was too damn rich. After traveling through time, the churches in God's Chosen Continent were even more outrageous, directly elevating the money-making business to an artistic level.
No wonder the Windsor royal family wants to suppress the Holy See of Heavenly Father. Not to mention the common people, the landowners’ surplus food has been taken away by the Holy See. You have gained money and reputation, and the royal family is still messing around.
Peel it, you must peel it, otherwise the royal family will kneel down and beg for food!
The church is the same as the stronghold of the Natural Church, and there are many civil servants gathered together. They are not ordinary believers, they are all disciples of the Holy Light who have been converted from magicians, and almost every one of them knows some Holy Light magic.
When it comes to faith, it is more appropriate to call it magic.
Wayne followed Bishop Keith, walking and stopping, and saw many men and women wearing white robes on the road, all of whom seemed to be in their twenties or thirties, very young.
He guessed that these young people were students from the university town, from the seminary, and a group of them entered the church for internship every day.
That's right, rules are dead, people are alive. Faith magic cannot be taught in seminaries, nor can it be taught in churches.
"Mr. Wayne, what are you looking for?"
Bishop Keith was puzzled. Wayne's eyes looked strange, and he nodded and shook his head, which made him feel that his faith was offended.
"Looking for a little boy."
Wayne blurted out, but after finishing speaking, he realized that the joke was too hellish and not very friendly to the clergy, so he changed his words: "I mean, little cutie from the choir, I heard that the church often organizes similar gatherings..."
The words became more and more unpleasant. Keith's mouth twitched and he explained dryly: "Mr. Wayne, a few special examples cannot represent the whole situation. There are perverts in every church."
Then there were some difficult words, about old accounts from centuries ago, about how God would punish them, and they were not very confident, which made Wayne laugh inside.
The Holy See has too much dark history, and to put it bluntly, it still has too much power.
Unrestricted power will often lead to some weird and perverted things, which are bizarre and outrageous. The level of imagination is unprecedented, not to mention unprecedented, but it is absolutely unprecedented.
Keith knew very well how abominable the Holy See's dark history was, so abhorrent that even a clergyman like him couldn't stand it. He hesitantly brought up the topic and led Wayne to the cathedral warehouse.
The warehouse is located in the garden behind the church. Keith's autograph is required for entry and exit, and his own entry into the warehouse is no exception. Because he brought an outsider with him this time, he had to add a new line of signature as a guarantee.
The warehouse is divided into three areas: front, middle and back, depending on the rareness level of the items. The collection in the third area is the most precious.
books!
In any era, knowledge is a truly priceless treasure. Only when rulers monopolize knowledge can they vigorously formulate the rules of the era.
Wayne guessed that there was a fourth or even fifth or sixth area in the warehouse. He did not rush immediately and came to the bookshelf to look through the books collected by the church.
The books collected in the cathedral can be roughly divided into two categories. One is theological beliefs, including heaven and hell, as well as belief in magic; the other is history, including well-known official history and some unverified unverified history. The authenticity is unbelievable. identify.
This is the foundation of the Holy See. Many historians need to use the Holy See's documents to infer what happened at that time.
Wayne was very interested in these histories and changed his words: "I was careless just now. I want to add another request. I want to borrow some ancient books here to read. Don't worry, I will repay you as much as you borrow. You will be my guarantor. If there is any problem Come to me directly."
I really have a problem, where can I find you?
Keith was noncommittal, his attitude was very vague, and he was wandering between yes and no, but he just didn't give a clear explanation.
Wayne raised his brows and nodded: "I understand the rules. I will help you catch the followers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon and I won't let you suffer. If you don't believe it, the bishop can go to Lundan and ask about it. I am the most honest person in business. , you get what you pay for, never received a bad review.”
Wayne is very confident about this, and everyone who has used him, whether it’s Heaphy or Plank, says it’s good.
Alston is an exception. The quality is too poor. He makes negative comments without even using it. It has no reference value.
Not to mention the Lord of the Void, a villain, and he's dead.
"Mr. Wayne is still in business?"
"Selling socks is a small business. I don't make much money, so I just want to give back to the society."
Selling socks is indeed a small business, and you can't make much money.
Keith did not continue to ask further questions. He received the order from above and agreed to all Wayne's conditions unconditionally, except that borrowing books was not a harsh request, so he nodded and agreed. He turned and continued forward, leading Wayne to the fourth area of the warehouse.
You should just keep asking!
Wayne looked embarrassed, but Keith didn't ask what kind of socks he was selling. The conversation stopped abruptly, directly interrupting his pretentious rhythm.
Unlike Darcy, his subordinates are good and know how to flatter their leaders smoothly.
However, he is indeed an honest man!
Wayne made a silent evaluation. Faced with his low price, Keith did not lower the price or hide the fourth area.
In this materialistic era, there are really not many honest people like this.
This is a rare opportunity, grab more today!
Wayne has no regrets. This is how business is done. Sellers are only interested in profit. Honest people are embarrassed to bargain and deserve to pay the IQ tax.
Keith stopped at the white wall at the end of the warehouse, took off the cross hanging around his neck, and muttered something.
The white light dimmed, and a circular pentagram array lit up on the wall. The combination of the pentagram and the Holy Cross was very much in the style of the Holy Father's Church.
Keith attached the cross, the Holy Cross pattern on the magic circle remained unchanged, the pentagram rotated clockwise, and a door slowly opened.
"This is the sealed treasure trove of St. Dominic's Cathedral. It contains a large number of religious items of clergy, as well as heirlooms of nobles from all eras. Mr. Wayne, you can choose one." Keith looked at the treasure trove and said as he spoke. Quite reluctant to give up.
"Are there any religious objects from other churches besides the Holy See of Heavenly Father?" Wayne asked.
"No."
Keith shook his head and sent them all to the headquarters.
Wayne didn't think much and continued to ask: "Are there any items related to the belief in evil gods?"
"There are a few, let's go this way."
There are eight storage shelves in the fourth area of the warehouse, and items related to the evil god are placed separately.
Wayne took a cursory look and saw that most of them were bottles and cans, all of which had been opened. Even if there were well-preserved evil weapons, they were all damaged to varying degrees.
In other words, trash.
He wasted no time and jumped over the shelves of noble family heirlooms and came to the shelf where Holy Light Faith was placed. Keith introduced it beside him, describing the treasures in detail, and each one had its own explanation.
"These Bibles are the relics of successive bishops. They contain their devout beliefs. Each one is a treasure. They can restrain the evil belief in hell. Mr. Wayne can consider it." Keith was as enthusiastic as a salesman.
Wayne raised his hand and touched it. It did have a holy aura, but the Book of Greed did not speak, indicating that it was just an ordinary religious item.
"This is the Holy Knight's sword. It is a sacred object brought by the former bishop from the Papal States. It is very powerful." Keith said expressionlessly.
Wayne hated the knight's sword the most. When he saw it, he had to pick it up and play with it. The result was not very friendly. He didn't even read the book of greed and was still too lazy to speak.
This thing has no connection with me!
Not every knight sword represents the inheritance of the divinely chosen knights. The Heavenly Father Church may have a similar inheritance, but it will certainly not be placed in a small parish like Jianhe County.
"This is the Holy Grail used by Pope Noah III. It is a sacred vessel and a supreme treasure. It has been stored in the cathedral for hundreds of years." Keith looked painful.
The Holy Grail is made of gold, surrounded by a silver holy cross pattern, and is dotted with sporadic gemstones. It is very colorful and has high artistic value.
The Holy Grail was so big that it required both hands to hold it. Wayne held it up with one hand, and the Book of Greed rolled his eyes, confirming that this item had some merits.
If you can get it, you can earn it.
Wayne was about to agree on the spot. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the top shelf where the Holy Grail was placed. He put down the Holy Grail, pointed to the wooden box above and said, "Bishop Keith, in the box..."
"That's just a shroud!" Keith's face looked ferocious, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was possessed by the devil.
Wayne's eyelids were twitching wildly. His intuition told him that the shroud was the best treasure, but his intuition also told him that it was almost enough. The other side would risk his life.
No need for intuition, just look at the expression.
Wayne smiled coquettishly: "Bishop Keith, you are too excited. I just asked and had no intention of actually taking it away."
After hearing this, Keith's expression became much better. Although he was asked to agree to all Wayne's requests, whether reasonable or not, the Holy Shroud once wrapped the body of Saint Dominic, which is extremely precious and can be said to be a cathedral. Even if the superiors agreed to the treasure of suppressing the religion, he would not be able to agree.
"Bishop Keith, can I see the shroud?"
"A piece of rag, nothing to look at."
"..."
Oh my god, is this something a clergy can say?
Wayne rolled his eyes, tried again and came to the conclusion, choosing to give up as soon as it was good and use the Holy Grail as the trading object as his appearance fee this time.
When the deal was concluded, Keith breathed a sigh of relief and turned back into the easy-to-talk bishop.
Wayne saw a question mark. Keith was too nervous. Although he could steal it, he really wasn't that kind of person. Keith didn't have to worry.
"Mr. Wayne, let me introduce you to the Holy Grail of Noah III."
Keith smiled and led Wayne out of the fourth area of the warehouse, closing the door and sealing it in one go, very quickly: "Unlike other popes, the era that Noah III lived in was very chaotic. At the beginning of the sixteenth century, the devils of hell were out in force. A lot of evil beliefs have been spread in the world..."
"It was also a dark age. The Holy See suffered heavy losses, and countless clergy died tragically at the hands of the devil."
Keith raised his hand and made a sign of the cross on his chest, and continued: "Pope Noah III has a very tough character. He created seven Holy Grails to contain the evil blood and then concentrate it for purification. The Holy Grail just now is one of them. Working in the darkness and serving the light is a very special sacred weapon.”
Wayne did not bring out the Holy Grail. Today he was just confirming Keith's quotation. He could take away the Holy Grail only after the deal was completed. Hearing this, he nodded and asked, "Where is the shroud?"
"..."
"Nothing else, I just asked, out of pure curiosity."
"The holy shroud wraps the body of Saint Dominic. This saint is also the source of the name of the cathedral. He fought the devil and died. If Mr. Wayne is interested, I have a biography of the saint that I can lend you." Keith still didn't let his guard down.
"Borrow a few more books. I just saw some interesting history books." Wayne took the opportunity to raise the price.
Who once said the very classic window opening theory? Keith was in this situation now. He could only borrow the books after the completion of the matter. He was in a good mood because he had saved the holy cloth, so he directly agreed to Wayne's request.
Wayne carefully selected the books on the bookshelf, wrapped them in cloth paper, and packed five books.
"As I said before, I will not participate in the investigation. I am only responsible for arresting people and will be on call at all times. Bishop Keith, let's be honest. Do you have any clues on hand?"
"Yes, Julian provided me with a list."
Keith sighed: "It's shameful to say that followers of the Thousand-Eyed Demon are most likely hiding in the seminary. Students have been exposed to too many theological myths. They yearn for heaven and are inevitably fascinated by hell."
Wayne shrugged. Free mages had no such trouble.
(End of chapter)