Chapter 250

The captain of the flying Taran is waiting on the tarmac to meet Archbishop Giovanni Batista ponfili who is boarding the ship.

The journey from the sea of valledo is very difficult. Now it is the storm season in the northern hemisphere of this religious world.

Valledo is located in the storm region. It is a religious world with fourth-class special tax exemption.

What is the religious world?

In short, the religious world is the private territory of the state religion. All taxes, personnel appointments, resource scheduling, including self-defense, on the planet are the responsibility of the state religion. The priests of the state religion can do anything they like in this world.

Generally speaking, the religious world is a huge temple, with tall churches rising up into the sky. The statues of the emperor and other saints stand majestically in the streets and lanes, watching the prosperous empire. Devout believers crawl in the sacred glory, linger and forget to return, and praise the emperor

The majesty and kindness of the emperor, sometimes sacred objects and dangerous and degenerate heretical magic tools will also be transported to the religious world and strictly kept in different ways.

In a sense, the religious world is the product of the long-term game between the state religion and the Tara Parliament. A large number of pilgrims can bring a huge amount of income and influence to the state religion, but at the same time, the state religion must also give in to private armed forces and the management authority of local churches.

On the other hand, combat nuns are mostly stationed in the religious world. After all, protecting holy places and saints is actually the job of the daughters of these emperors.

Pomfili is the Archbishop of valledo. In a sense, he is also the governor of the world. He is only 60 years old this year. He has had life extension surgery. He has a lot of good prospects in the future. It is not impossible even to enter the cardinal core of Tara.

Now the archbishop is enjoying the storm.

In terms of agriculture, abundant rain keeps the land fertile, so that valledo's food does not need to be imported at all. Farmers turn over about 80% of their income to the international every year to compensate for the value of their land use, and about one third of the remaining 20% will become him

Their offerings to the emperor were "voluntarily" handed over to the local church.

After all, the more pious you are, the more qualified you are to be closer to the golden throne after death.

However, in the eyes of the archbishop, such storms are more valuable on the spiritual level - even the most unimaginative members of the believers will see them as symbols of the emperor's anger, especially when the priests' sermons guide their thoughts in that direction.

The storm is beautiful, necessary and sacred.

But now the storm has bitten the ship hard and made it very bumpy.

But pangfili was not flustered, because his ending should be to die for the will of the great emperor, not panic in a flight.

Finally, the ship passed through the storm without danger. When pomfili stepped down the steps from the passenger compartment, his religious robe looked wrinkled at all.

"Monseigneur."

The captain bent down and half knelt down.

"Your presence is the best blessing to this ship."

"Please stand up, captain."

The Archbishop held out his hand, and the captain kissed his ring before he stood up.

The captain was tall and looked like an incredibly tall man - although not as tall as pomfili.

In the world of valledo, no archbishop is as tall as him, and this man named bilak is almost flush with his chin, which is rare.

The captain is an experienced trader. Despite the life extension surgery, decades of ups and downs have not affected his face.

He has silver gray hair, braided and scattered under his hat.

A firm piety could be seen in his expression, which satisfied the bishop. His first impression of the captain was consistent with the reputation of the ship.

He felt that he would meet his requirements.

Then captain bilak led him out of the loading area.

The corridor in the distance is wide, and gorgeous tapestries are hung on the high vault, depicting the spread of the emperor's glory in the Milky way, and aliens and heretics flee under the fierce attack of imperial truth.

Faith, burning the unclean things in the form of fire, the pagans raised their hands to pray for forgiveness, and their faces elongated with a howl of despair, because they knew they could not be redeemed.

The emperor's army marched in the light of truth.

The state religion, star armies, star soldiers, and even the most humble slaves - they form an unstoppable step in the human empire.

The captain followed the bishop slowly so that he could slow down so that the bishop could examine the tapestries.

"They are spectacular and well preserved. Are these reproductions?"

"Some are."

The captain replied humbly:

"But ordinary people are completely indistinguishable. Can you see the difference?"

"I can't."

Ponfil frankly admitted that after years of ups and downs, he did not tolerate any failure like those low-level priests.

"How did you get those genuine products?"

"I inherited them. These tapestries have been sleeping in my house for centuries."

"You inherited the deal?"

"Yes, and so does the ship."

Pomfili became more and more satisfied with this.

He looked carefully at the tapestry and stopped to look at the wear marks on the fabric. This picture depicts the living Saint Saint Saint celestine leading people to fight against an uncertain darkness.

The edges of the tapestry faded and gave off a musty, old smell.

"This is not a copy, is it?"

"It's a replica, but it's very old. It's one of the first copied works. I think it's about 700 years old."

"Well, it must have its own value now."

"Although this is a replica, it must have spiritual value."

The captain stared at the devoted face of the living saint.

"The main function of all these tapestries is inspiration and guidance. If they play such a role, whether they are genuine or not is not so important."

The Archbishop nodded.

"I totally agree with you, captain. It's a great blessing for you to come to my world."

The captain nodded, but he didn't think he was fully recognized by the other party, because he knew what his career needed to do and how to deal with the business with the national church.

In his business, there are too many speculators who choose fraud, too many corrupt explorers, and the Archbishop has dealt with those he met before - there are not a few executed guys.

The flying Taran was a pilgrim ship, but she was once a cargo ship, but it was reused and transformed by the bilak family in the 40th millennium.

With the permission of the high level of the national church at that time, they began their work of maintaining more than ten generations - ostensibly an exhibition of sacred objects, but actually a trade in cultural relics.