咚—咚—咚—
The bell of the church in the center of Winterfell rang.
It's just that this voice doesn't have the calmness and atmosphere of the past, but it looks very anxious, and people feel an inexplicable panic when they listen to it.
The bishop emeritus hurriedly walked into the prayer hall and came behind Archbishop Adjani who was praying silently in front of the statue of the Glory Lord.
"Archbishop, I just got the news that Lord Turnans died in Roar! Moreover, the St. Hild family also declared war on the Pope!"
Although the retired bishop tried to keep calm, his tone still showed fear from his heart.
Adjani seemed indifferent to the shocking news, her expression on her face did not change at all, she just stared at the statue of the Glory Lord in front of her, and suddenly asked nonchalantly:
"Bishop emeritus, has this statue been changed?"
"Huh?" The bishop emeritus was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and replied, "Maybe... the previous statue is too old, so I replaced it with a new one."
"Oh." Ajani tilted her head and suddenly smiled intentionally, "It's really time to get a new one."
The bishop emeritus looked at the strange archbishop of the north, and suddenly realized something, and couldn't help asking:
"Archbishop, what exactly do you mean?"
Ajani turned around, a bright smile appeared on her beautiful face, and said:
"Bishop emeritus, are the accusations made by the St. Hild family against the Pope and Cardinal Turnans true?"
The bishop emeritus opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer this question.
Because he knew very well that the Pope and the Cardinal were not innocent. They were indeed calculating the Duke of St. Hilde and the Count of Anglia, but somehow they messed up.
Now that the St. Hild family is going crazy, it is actually reasonable.
But what the bishop emeritus didn’t understand was that, as the archbishop of the north, Adjani was not nervous at all, but... on the contrary, she seemed to be quite expecting...
The bishop emeritus stared at Ajani, and finally found the hidden madness in the depths of her eyes. Now, he finally understood the meaning of Ajani's thoughtless question just now. —
She probably wanted to use this to force the pope to abdicate!
For a time, the bishop emeritus just felt cold all over.
But thinking of the terrible consequences this might bring, he forced himself to calm down, and tried to persuade him:
"Archbishop, I don't know what your plan is, but under the crown of the Pope and the church are both glorious and damaging!
If this time let the lords succeed, the church will be disgraced, and there will be no more prestige at all! "
Adjani shook her head unmovedly, her mouth curled up slightly, as if she could no longer hide her inner excitement, and said: "The actions of some people have made the church face disgraced. The statue of my lord is old. Need to change to a new one, the spokesperson of our lord, is the same."
The bishop emeritus looked at Adjani in a daze, as if he had met her for the first time.
After a moment of silence, the bishop emeritus turned straight and said in a deep voice:
"Archbishop Adjani, do you know what you are doing? At this important moment, your untimely ambitions will only plunge yourself into an abyss that will never be restored!"
Ajani smiled slightly, seeming not to care about the rude remarks of the retired bishop, and said lightly:
"Bishop emeritus, I ask myself what I do will never tarnish the glory of our lord. Ask yourself, dare you say the same thing?"
The bishop emeritus smiled coldly, dismissed Adjani's excuse very much, and reprimanded unceremoniously:
"Ajani, you will become a sinner of the church! A sinner of the empire!"
Adjani shook her head, seeming to have lost the patience to continue talking with the bishop emeritus, so she coldly dropped a sentence:
"Bishop emeritus, let me remind you one last time. The St. Hild family is not a meek sheep. Don't forget how the last Bishop of Winterfell died."
After speaking, he strode out.
The bishop emeritus looked at the back of Archbishop Adjani and tried to stop him several times, but after all, he didn't have the guts.
Until he was the only one left in the prayer hall, the emeritus bishop slowly turned his head and looked at the statue of Lord of Glory placed on the altar of the Holy Light, his eyes gradually becoming confused.
Naturally, the faceless statue of the Lord of Radiance has no expression, nor any expression. Valley
Just like this, He stared at everything in the world without sorrow or joy, without surprise or anger.
…
"Pope Gregory must give an explanation to the people of the North!"
Outside the church in the center of Winterfell, a man from the north yelled angrily toward the gate.
Immediately, devout believers stepped forward to block this person.
"You **** blasphemer, dare to question the spokesperson of our lord!"
"Gregory is not qualified to represent my lord!"
"Then who is qualified? Could it be you?"
"At least one person who conspired against the Duke of St. Hild is absolutely not qualified!"
"This matter has not been confirmed at all. Why are you here to slander the Pope!"
"Then at least the church should also come out and give an explanation!"
"Yes, we need an explanation!"
…
After the Marquis of Garcia declared war on the Pope, the people of the North were shocked. Then, a fierce storm of public opinion started from Lion's Roar and swept the entire Winter City at a very fast speed.
Some people think that the Pope’s behavior is extremely despicable and must be held responsible for it, but some people think that Marquis Garcia’s allegations may not be true and want the church to come forward to explain.
The noisy scene outside the church at this time is a microcosm of this storm of public opinion.
Just as Ajani wanted to get out of the church, a pastor stepped forward to persuade:
"Archbishop, at this time you are extremely sensitive no matter what you say. Maybe you won't show up for the time being. UU reading is the best choice to contact the pope first."
Adjani took a deep look at the pastor and said coldly: "I am the Archbishop of the Northern Territory. What should I do? It is not your turn to tell me!"
The pastor was stunned for a while, and before he recovered, he saw that Ajani had already strode out.
When the glamorous archbishop who exuded a holy breath walked out of the church door, the noisy crowd was quiet for a moment, but then it boiled again.
"Master Adjani, did the Pope really murder the Duke of St. Hild?"
"Master Adjani, how do you respond to the accusation of Marquis Garcia?"
"Master Adjani..."
Ajani stretched out her hand and pressed down, beckoning everyone to stay calm.
When the scene calmed down again, she drew a sacred mark on her chest, and said in a compassionate and painful tone:
"The glory of the Supreme Lord cannot be blasphemed! Not even his spokesperson!"
Wow—
As soon as this statement was made, the crowd gathered outside the church suddenly boiled.
"Master Adjani, are you admitting that the Pope really conspired to murder the Duke of St. Hild?"
"Master Adjani, are you aware of this conspiracy in advance?"
"Master Adjani, how is the church going to deal with this matter?"
…
An excited crowd came up like a tide, and the church guards were so scared that they immediately escorted Ajani in, and then tried their best to close the door again.
Inside the door, a group of pastors looked at Ajani with complex expressions. Some agreed, some spurned, and some blinked, seeming to understand something.
But Adjani turned a blind eye to all this and walked towards her residence without saying a word.
It seemed that I didn't feel at all what kind of storm would be caused by what I just said.