Chapter 120 The Preaching Brotherhood, the Lord’s Guard Dog
It was nearly February, the snow on Morning Frost Ridge was gradually melting, and trade and population movements became more frequent.
A scene of vitality and all things competing is still before our eyes.
Lord's Mansion, General Office, Yeats sat at his writing desk, thinking about the omen of the Black Knight's coming: Beware of the Holy Light.
Yeats picked up the quill and wrote three nouns on the paper: Orthodoxy, Bishop, and Protestantism.
On the other side of the Eastern Mountains of the Zhongting Continent, there is a Holy Light sect that calls itself Eastern Orthodoxy, called the Orthodox Church. It emphasizes the unity of politics and religion, and the emperor is in charge of the command authority of the bishops.
In the Shenting Empire, the main belief is the 'Higher Bishop'. Among the higher bishops, the Pope represents the supreme divine authority. The divine authority often conflicts with the monarchy of the emperor -
In the Empire In history, there was an Emperor Henry who was excommunicated by the Pope. He braved the heavy snow to go to the Castle of Canossa, and confessed to the Pope for three days and three nights outside the castle gate. Only then was he forgiven by the Pope. This is known in history as "Canossa" humiliation".
However, a few years after suffering humiliation, Emperor Henry marched into the Papal States and imprisoned the Pope to death. He was also a capable hero.
Of course, it is incomparable to his ancestor Lorraine the Great. The Pope would have to call Lorraine "big daddy". Without Lorraine, the Papal State might have perished long ago.
The bishop's influence in Golden Lion is relatively light, because the Kingdom of Golden Lion founded the "Protestant" religion, which mainly pursues "justification by faith" and often debates scriptures with the church.
Yeats thought secretly:
“Although most of the gods are hostile to the Holy Light, the Holy Light can suppress all the gods with the power of one god... I can’t openly agree with him. If the church is fighting against it, the main thing is to develop."
In fact, Emperor Lorraine has already given a plan on how to check and balance the church, which is to support the Mages Guild.
The mages who pursue knowledge and explore the truth are naturally hostile to the church that deceives the common people and controls their thoughts.
Thinking of this, Yeats wanted to ask Candela what he thought of the Holy Light, so he ordered someone to invite Master Candela to the living room for tea.
After a while.
In the living room, Candela grabbed a piece of gingerbread drenched with honey, stuffed it into her mouth regardless of the appearance of the food, sucked her fingers gracelessly, and said with a smile:
"Yeats, The gingerbread you made is almost as delicious as one of my friends.”
“Boyfriend or girlfriend?” Yeats gossiped.
"Ahem..." Candela changed the subject, "Huh? Have you been promoted to a Knight of the First Circle? How come the progress is so amazing!"
Yeats: "...You were promoted at the Late Winter Festival."
On Candela’s wrinkled and kind face, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he was relieved and nodded happily:
“It is really rare for you to be recognized by the Black Knight. You know , Knights who follow the path of the Black Knight are much rarer than the Knights of Light."
As the saying goes, a thousand armies are easy to get, but a general is hard to find,
The Black Knight's knighthood is called the Blood Eagle Knights. The knights who come out of the Blood Eagle Knights are all commanding talents that the nobles compete for.
‘Having said that, in just one year, Yeats has already won the favor of many gods. ’
Kandra actually felt a hint of admiration in her heart, and said secretly: ‘And, they are all goddesses. '
"Speaking of the Holy Light..." Yeats pondered, "Teacher, what do you think of the believers of the Holy Light?"
Kandela glanced at Yeats, as if he was curious. Why did he ask this question? He nodded thoughtfully and replied:
"It must be admitted that the virtues and glory preached by the church have merits, but at present, corruption is rampant in the church. Even an extraordinary person with amazing talents cannot become a senior clergy in the church without family background and wealth. "
Yeats was stunned: "Being a priest also depends on family background and wealth?"
Candela stroked his beard and said: "Can the priesthood be bought with money, or is it clearly priced? If you want it, I will give you a priest title as a gift when you become an adult."
Yeats: "...Thank you, Teacher Candela."
The Pope also sells official titles, right? ? There are indeed similarities in the wisdom of the ancients!
"There are also different factions in the church, mainly divided into three major knights, the Heretic Tribunal and the Cardinals."
As he spoke, Candela frowned slightly and said somewhat seriously:
"In this gang Among people, the black-clad monks of the Heretic Tribunal are the most difficult to deal with. You will encounter black-clad monks in the future. Monk, if necessary, you can take out this badge and say that you are my student, and they dare not attack my student."
When saying this, Candela revealed the grandmaster's strong bearing and said. A gold breast badge was given to Yeats, engraved with an albatross, Candela's favorite animal.
Yeats's eyes flashed, and he felt a surge of emotion in his chest. He solemnly accepted the gold breast badge.
"Teacher, what are the origins of the black priests?"
Candra sighed: "Their official name is [Preaching Brotherhood], and they claim to be the guard dogs of the Lord. Although they live a life of poverty and asceticism, But they are notorious fanatics, and their methods of persecuting heretics are extremely cruel..."
"In the Mage Guild, there were also mages who were called heretics and died of torture." Candela's eyes flashed. Without a trace of tolerance, he whispered, "Sometimes, violence in the name of nobility is more cruel than pure violence."
"Eat some snacks, Teacher Candela."
"Oh..." Candela took a bite of the almond biscuit, her eyes shimmered, and she smiled, "You are obviously a noble, but your cooking skills are surprisingly superb, Yeats."
Yeats laughed: "After all, cooking is also an art."
At this time.
Derrick knocked on the door and walked in, respectfully saying to Yeats:
"Sir Yeats, a missionary has come to the territory and is preaching in the square. I think it is up to you to make a decision. "
Yeats and Candela looked at each other and asked Derek:
"What color robe is that missionary wearing?"
"Black."
"Ha." Yeats sneered, stood up and said, "Take me to see this Black monk!"
In the square. The black-clothed monk was about thirty years old, with fine wrinkles on his hard face. He had a black suitcase beside him and held a worn-out sheepskin-bound scripture book.
He seemed to come alone through the wind and snow, like a lone beast in the wilderness. His body was as thin as iron, and his eyes radiated light that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.
There are not many missionaries in Chenshuang Ridge. This black-clothed monk is the first one to arrive this year. There are about 20 local people who are watching him curiously.
The black-clothed monk's gaze swept across the crowd, his eyes containing pity, indifference...and kindness, as if looking at the lambs before their execution.
He opened his mouth, holding a cross and a rosary, and told about miracles and scriptures.
“At the end of the pain, the Lord prayed in the mountain garden, with sweat and blood on the ground, and was extremely distressed;”
"Two ends of pain, the Lord was tied to a stone pillar and suffered the pain of whipping;"
"Three ends of pain, the Lord was wearing a crown of thorns on his head, his face was covered with blood, and he was tortured..."
< br>The cruel imagery combined with the cold tone of the black monk made Eileen in the crowd feel creepy. She snuggled into Selin's arms and whispered:
"Compared to the Holy Light, I prefer the God of Love and Beauty. "Yes, dear, my thoughts are exactly the same as yours," Selin said softly.
At this time, the black-clothed monk's eyes passed over the two of them lightly.
Suddenly, Irene and Selin froze on the spot, feeling a sense of fear in their souls, sweating like rain, and wishing to seek forgiveness on the spot!
“Hey, who asked you to preach here!”
There was a loud shout from the stunned crowd.
Gray put his hands on his hips and said dissatisfied: "Do you know that you are breaking the law? You are preaching here without the permission of the Lord, and I have the right to arrest you to plant potatoes!"
The black-clothed monk's voice paused, and his gaze made Gray's hair stand on end.
Gray secretly thought: "What are you doing? It's just like a hyena's eyes!"
The monk in black smiled slightly, and his thin and pale face showed a divine brilliance. .
"I came here, appointed by the Pope, to patrol the Golden Lion and save the sinners from suffering, so I don't need the permission of the local lord."
Gray retorted: "Then what? No sign of you during the beast tide?”
"Being able to survive the disaster means that the Lord is with you." The monk in black said calmly.
“You are wrong!” Gray said, “This is clearly the work of Lord Yeats!”
The black monk said: “Human beings always overestimate their own value and ignore it. The more proud you are of respect for God, the more sinful you will be, and you will fall into hell and sink endlessly."
In an instant, the breath of the four-ringed transcendent pressed on Gray's body, causing Ge. Lei is like falling into an ice cave.
Suddenly.
The pressure on his body suddenly eased, and Gray turned around in surprise to look at the eagle-helmeted woman beside him.
The red hair of the woman in the eagle helmet was flying, and she had a swift sword on her waist. She said coldly:
"Missionaries are not welcome here,"
The monk in black looked deeply, Staring at Herod, he lowered his omen:
“O sinner in a foreign land, have you seen your country floating in the blood-red ocean?”
"The closer people are to you, the more they will suffer. Those who seek the throne, this is the sin flowing in your blood. You are powerless to change your destiny. You can only sit back and watch the people close to you die in front of you."
In front of Hilud's eyes, the scene of the swordsmanship instructor asking her to take her ashes back to the north before she died appeared. Thinking of the assassin's ambush that she and Sora suffered, a nameless violence surged in her chest.
At this time, a hand gently rested on Hilud's shoulder armor. She turned around and saw a glimmer of light in the silver-haired boy's eyes.
“Only cowards will surrender to fate.”
Yeats stood in front of the monks in black, his spine as straight as a pine tree, and said lightly:
"I only believe that everything in the story can be rewritten by human power."
The silver-haired boy was reflected in the dark blue, almost gloomy pupils of the monk in black.
He was silent for a long time and did not refute Yeats's words for a while. He slowly leaned forward and said:
"Lord Baron, I am the priest of the Preaching Brotherhood, Andres. I am here to come. The purpose of coming to Chenshuang Ridge is to eliminate ignorance and heresy. "
The status of the four-ringed extraordinary person in the church is not low, and there is nothing special about him, so it is not convenient to attack him directly. .
Yeats had a thought and said calmly:
"Then please Father Andres, please leave here."
Andres' face showed deep disappointment: "Baron, Don’t you want to listen to the gospel of the Lord?”
“I am interested in listening.”
The old white-robed mage walked slowly through the crowd with a staff on his face. There was a kind smile on his face and sharp eyes.
Every step he took seemed to make the air around him heavier, and his aura gradually climbed to the sixth ring, and even moved closer to the threshold of the seventh-ring sanctuary!
A trace of fear and fear flashed deep in the eyes of the black monk. The mage in front of him was actually Candela, who was at the top of the mainland mage in the atrium!
Candra smiled kindly and said:
"Father Andres, why don't you tell me about it?"
(End of this chapter)