Chapter 190： Bishop Emeritus

In this magical medieval world, knowledge is a valuable asset.

Let alone slaves, even civilians generally don't have the opportunity to come into contact with such wealth.

The nobles naturally don't have to worry about this. They have a large collection of books in their castles, and there are special tutors responsible for the education of the nobles' children.

But for civilians, it is very difficult to learn.

There are two main ways they want to master knowledge.

The first way is the church.

Churches everywhere will set up schools for ordinary children to study, but here, the children learn basically theological knowledge. In addition to being instilled with a lot of knowledge about how to serve the gods and why to serve the gods, they are also useful for daily life. It is basically impossible to learn much.

The second way is nobility.

That's right, the nobles will also recruit some commoner children to accompany their children.

However, such quotas are very rare, and they are generally reserved for the descendants of their own retainers. After these retainers have mastered knowledge, they can better serve their lord.

In fact, there is a third way, that is, the Imperial White Tower Academy.

But let alone the common people, this way is difficult to reach even the nobles.

Because Baita College’s enrollment requirements are very simple and demanding. It does not depend on status, but only on talent.

Only talented children, nobles or commoners, can enter Baita Academy for free.

However, there is only one Baita Academy in the entire Glory Empire, and the number of students enrolled every year is only double digits, and those who can graduate successfully are even rarer.

So the vast majority of civilians may be illiterate throughout their lives, let alone those lowly slaves.

However, this may be what the rulers want to see.

Under the crown of the first Pope of the Glorious Empire, Peter Messier once said a famous saying--

"A foolish mind is easier to fill with loyalty and faith."

Only the civilians and slaves who have been utterly confused all their lives can facilitate the rule of the church and the nobles.

"Bishop emeritus, do you think I shouldn't let people pass on knowledge of these slave children?" Colin didn't worry that his actions would arouse dissatisfaction from the church. After all, the church did not expressly prohibit this.

Of course, this is because generally there are no lords who will teach knowledge to slave children.

"No, Lord Lord, I have no right to interfere in how you govern the people in your territory." The emeritus bishop saluted Colin and said with a smile.

Then he saluted Vera again, apparently recognizing her identity.

Colin's eyes flickered slightly, and the bishop emeritus could recognize himself. He was not too surprised. After all, he had dealt with each other many times, and his current disguise was not too tight.

But how did the bishop emeritus recognize Vera?

How did he know that Vera had come to Ice Rock City?

I'm afraid, someone from the attendants in the Red Fort revealed the information of Vera's arrival to the church!

Although Colin did not deliberately conceal the news that Vera was in Ice Rock City, the feeling of being infiltrated into a sieve around him still made Colin extraordinarily uncomfortable.

However, he currently has no good solutions for the church.

Faith is an extremely serious matter for people in this world.

If one had to choose between the lord and the god, the vast majority of the people would still choose the god.

The nobles had no choice but to accept this.

Back in Silvermoon City, Colin deliberately planted the seeds of hatred for the church in Prince Harrison’s heart. In addition to trying to find trouble for the San Lorenzo family as a counterattack, he also wanted to test how powerful the church really is. .

Upon seeing this, Vera had to lift the skirt and bow in response, and then asked in a crisp voice: "Bishop Emeritus, why did you say that knowledge can be a curse just now?"

"Ms. Vera, for you, knowledge is certainly not a curse. But for these lowly status slaves, knowledge allows them to understand their situation more clearly, and thus fall into the abyss of despair. What is the pain, not a curse?"

Vera was silent.

Colin sneered in his heart.

Obviously it was a fool's trick, but in the mouth of the bishop, it seemed to be a compassionate humanistic care, as if slaves would be relieved of their pain by not allowing them to touch knowledge.

Although he was slanderous in his heart, on the surface, Colin made a sudden realization: "Ah, the bishop, you are so right! Fortunately you reminded me, otherwise I'm really kind of doing a bad thing!"

"Viscount Lord, you are serious." Seeing the young lord confessed his mistake, the emeritus bishop showed a teachable look on his face. "In fact, there is nothing wrong with what you did. It is not a matter of letting these slave children learn to read. No, but please don’t forget to spread the glory of the Lord to them!"

Only then did Colin understand the true intention of the emeritus bishop-this is to brainwash these slave children.

In fact, when Colin arranged for the teacher to literacy for these slave children, he deliberately omitted the relevant content of theology, instead, it was more about who gave them food, who gave them the opportunity to learn, etc. , Is to instill the concept of loyalty to the lord to these slave children.

Unexpectedly, it was still noticed by the church.

"Of course! Let these slaves bathe in the glory of the master." Colin smiled as usual.

"Well, I will arrange for a few priests to come and help you teach these slave children."

"Thank the bishop for his helping hand!" Colin could only nod his head.

Although he was afraid of the church, Colin would not take the initiative to provoke him at this time.

He even hoped that Prince Harrison of the San Lorenzo family could become a hero who charged at the front line against the church, and he himself would just wave the flag and shout at the back.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, the retired bishop nodded in satisfaction, and then said again: "Lord, there is something else I want to tell you."

"Please speak."

"Next month, I will be transferred from Ice Rock City, but you can rest assured that a new bishop will come to take my place."

"Oh? I don't know where you are going to be transferred?"

"Winter City." There was a wave of waves in the eyes of the emeritus bishop.

"Congratulations!" Colin smiled.

Compared to the bishop of Bingyan City, the bishop of Winter City was obviously elevated.

The bishop emeritus also smiled humbly, but the joy on his face couldn't hide it.

The bishop of Winterfell is generally a popular candidate for the archbishop of the northern diocese. Therefore, the bishop emeritus is one step away from entering the true core high-level of the church.

"I don't know where the Bishop Jean has been transferred now?" Vera suddenly asked.

The Jean in her mouth was the former bishop of Wintertime.

The bishop emeritus showed sorrow and sighed: "Bishop Jean has returned to the Lord's embrace."

Vera was taken aback, and quickly expressed apologies and condolences.

But Colin keenly saw a trace of unnaturalness in the face of the bishop emeritus and asked:

"I take the liberty to ask, why did Bishop Jean die?"

"As far as I know, Bishop Jean died of illness."

He died of illness?

at this time?

Colin was sure that the death of the Bishop Jean must be a little strange.

Think about it carefully. The Duke of St. Hild was injured in a duel with the troll paladin. It is very likely that the person who treated him was the Bishop of Jean.

But he passed away at this time?

What secret is hidden in it?

What is going on in Winter Castle?

Questions and questions surfaced in Colin's mind, making him unconsciously surprised.