Chapter 396

Straight hemlock trees, like loyal soldiers, guard the flat and wide boulevard. The resulting sense of direction and security makes people want to explore the end of the road.

This road leads to Yeliu city. The Pope will drive from Pinghu Town to Yeliu city led by Buryat, then turn north, pass through vistock city of Wellington family, and reach brinor, the king capital of Gambis.

There, young Edward Prince Auguste waited for the Pope to crown him, accept the loyalty of his vassals, and was officially crowned Lord of Gambis.

Beside the road, there were two large van carriages. They are pulled by two snow-white Rayleigh pure blood horses. The car body is wrapped with silver. The car wall is not carved with gorgeous patterns. The shape is simple and heavy, showing a sacred and solemn charm. Twenty middle-level paladins rode horned wolves as big as horses around two van carriages, followed by 8 baggage carriages and 60 early-level paladins.

The Pope's motorcade is ready to go.

Clement and Victor are standing by the trees outside the road. He is dressed in a fine linen Pope robe, wearing a pope's crown, holding a platinum Angel scepter. His facial features are three-dimensional like sculptures, his eyes are calm and dignified.

When he came, he became a civilian with turnans, mingled among the believers, and enjoyed the local customs of Randall. When he left, his retinue was like clouds and mighty, showing the authority of a generation of Pope.

Clement is not only a legendary priest in charge of the Privy Council of the church, but also a knight with physical and mental unity. His personal force is enough to protect himself.

A powerful but powerless person must be surrounded by a guard. He cannot be free within ten meters. A strong man with strength but no power has no influence, and there is no freedom ten miles away.

Victor envied Clement very much. Although he had strength and power, his appearance characteristics were too eye-catching, especially his sharp ears, which would be recognized when he went there.

Once, he put on his hood and sneaked into the busiest tavern in Pinghu Town. The sound in the tavern changed from big to small, and finally became silent. The people in the tavern dare not go out. They come to salute one by one, and then leave quietly. Finally, the backstage owner of the tavern, the monkey, also ran over and waited respectfully for the owner's instructions.

Victor couldn't laugh or cry and never went to a crowded place again.

Turnans, who was wearing crocodile skin armor, arranged the team, walked over with great strides and said to Victor from a distance: "Victor, your Randall's crocodile skin armor is really good. You actually stick the Hexapod crocodile and the giant's skin together, with a fine rattan armor in the middle, which is much better than the crocodile skin armor produced by the Eastern League." From afar to near, the volume of his speech did not change at all.

The skinhead Paladin patted Victor's shoulder enthusiastically, turned his right arm and said, "I have made great efforts to reshape Nelson's body. The muscles of the stupid bear are as tough as old cow's skin, and the bones are as hard as steel. There's kaligura, whose fat is powerless. Massaging the two of them makes my arms sour until now..."

Victor smiled gracefully, "Lord tournans, I have a lot of eleven taxes on crocodile skin armor and rattan armor. As for the manufacturing technology of rattan armor... You can talk to Mrs. Sylvia."

"Forget it."

Clement took over the topic and told, "Victor, it's a noble act for the Lord to settle the refugees. I hope the Randall family can become an example of the Lord."

During his trip to the man horse hills, he saw many novel things at Randall's leadership. The rattan skin armor is an excellent armament, and the original Fu Niu secret shape is a major harvest of this trip.

The eagle lion combat technique created by turnans based on the hidden shape of the Fu Niu can enable the paladins to exercise internal diving from an early age, which not only improves their combat effectiveness, saves many expensive body strengthening potions for the church, but also prolongs the life of the paladins and gives more paladins the opportunity to be promoted to middle and high-level priests.

The Privy Council can expand the influence of the Templars to the temple army with the eagle lion fighting skills. The outstanding feats of Tournus will be remembered by all the Templars, and Clement will benefit as the head of the Privy Council.

The eagle lion's combat technology has a far-reaching impact, but it is a foregone conclusion. Clement never forgets the Pope's own work. Only by doing his own work well can he advance and retreat freely, and the resettlement of refugees is related to a series of layout behind.

Victor said: "Under the crown, the Randall family has adjusted the resettlement policy for refugees. I will open the border sentry to ensure that at least 600 refugees are received every month. In the four months of the water season, the number of people received by Randall collar will double. If more, I'm afraid it will affect the livelihood of the people. However, Mrs. Sylvia said that the vassal Lord of the York family will adopt a similar policy. We don't expect it In the next decade, more than half of the refugees in Gambis can settle down in the Renma hills. "

"Very good." Clement smiled his jaw.

Only when the Renma Hill diocese and the Diocese of the kingdom of Neville resettle refugees on a large scale can the bishops of other dioceses have sufficient reasons to exert pressure on the Lords, and the cardinal Council can ensure the orderly flow of population. For clement, resettling refugees is an unprecedented challenge. If you are careless, you may be lifted from the throne of the Pope by your opponent, but the right to redistribute population resources It is also an unimaginable power. Mastering this power, he has countless ways to make a territory crumble and a lord prosper. Compared with this power, it is not worth mentioning to give up the dominance of the two dioceses.

Clement was very satisfied with Victor's attitude. He could see that father Miller was busy in the motorcade. His eyes stagnated slightly. After a moment of meditation, he said tactfully: "Victor, secular belongs to the Lord and divine power belongs to the church. If Miller asks you anything, you can appeal to bishop Perot. He will make proper arrangements."

God's dependents are some crazy believers, but their strength is still particularly strong, and powerful crazy believers always dictate to secular lords according to their own will, and will mercilessly scold and blame their superiors. In the eyes of the church's top leaders, those who do not understand flexibility are really a headache, so they are often transferred to the hardest areas to preach, and few people can stay in the same place for a long time.

In the history of the church, there have been some particularly powerful divine dependents. Their divine arts often have incredible effects and even break through the limitations of divine arts. Just like his majesty Enoch, the first Pope, his holy light is not limited by the divine art model, and has the effects of treatment, reinforcement and punishment.

Miller undoubtedly belongs to this kind of divine dependents. His divine skill level is not high, but the holy power is extremely pure. A healing skill can bring dying people back to life, and the holy power left in Caligula actually aroused the jealousy of turnans.

Clement was very worried that Miller's adherence to traditional doctrines would become a stumbling block to Randall's educational reform. However, Miller's influence in Randall's vassal family was unmatched. Almost all the newborns of Randall's vassal family were baptized by him.

Randall's eleven taxes will be levied quarterly instead of annually. If we change the presiding priest now, Randall's vassals must unite and set up many obstacles against the new collection method of the eleventh tax. Moreover, viscount Randall has clearly expressed the hope that Miller will continue to preside over Randall's educational administration.

For today's sake, let Miller continue to serve as the presiding priest of Randall, and father David secretly guides the educational administration reform, gradually expands his influence, and finally takes over Miller's post. Before that, the pope must remind Viscount Randall, lest Miller really go beyond his authority and hinder the cooperation between the two sides.

Victor knew the Pope's intentions like the back of his hand.

At the beginning, Randall's population was so small that it was difficult for a mere 2000 people to hide the traces of alchemists. Victor managed to retain father Miller. Today, the Randall family has more than 80000 people, which is enough to provide perfect cover for hundreds of alchemists. Even if Randall leads another priest, it is difficult for the church to find anything different.

However, after such a long time together, the Randall family has established a deep friendship with Miller, and Miller is not a god dependent who doesn't know how to change. In fact, he has been tossed by the church with a little cunning, but his nature is kind and simple. He doesn't need to use much brain to get along with him.

It is precisely because of this friendship that father miller can influence Randall's leadership, and the Randall family can also influence Miller. If there was a dispute, Miller always ran angrily to find Victor, was convinced by Victor's education, and then went back with a smile.

Change the priest? No one in the Randall family likes it.

"Thank you for your concern. In fact... Father Miller is proficient in academic affairs and has outstanding ability... We have a very happy cooperation!" Victor quickly flattered Miller in front of the Pope.

"Then I'll rest assured." Clement nodded and waved to Miller.

Miller trotted over, saluted respectfully and said, "what can I do for you, crown?"

Clement looked at him up and down and said seriously, "look at you. You're only 56 years old, older than 65. The church expressly prohibits priests from abusing divinity. I'm afraid it won't help you at all."

Miller was submissive and repeatedly said yes. Clement shook his head and warned solemnly, "if believers rely on relief, they will promote laziness, and if they rely on divine magic, they will promote recklessness. You should understand that redeeming believers is not only their body, but also their heart."

"Yes! Miller remembered the teachings of the crown." The old priest bowed slightly, straightened up, stared into Clement's eyes and said solemnly, "all glory belongs to the Lord. Miller hopes to remember that our Lord is not our Lord, and the Lord is not our Lord!"

treason and heresy!

All the high-level clergy present turned pale. They could touch Miller's turbid pupils, as if they saw the bright holy light, and couldn't help but want to worship. Only then did they realize that the old priest in front of them was the one closest to the Supreme Lord! How can his words be blasphemous!

After a careful taste, I found that this proverb seemed to contain infinite mysteries. The priests couldn't help thinking deeply, and the scene was silent for a moment.

Victor was confused, but he could also feel the subtle atmosphere at the moment, so he stood quietly beside him. After a while, Clement took the lead in waking up, took a deep look at Miller and said, "we should start."

Victor gritted his teeth and said, "there's another thing under the crown... Well, the Buryat family... Seems to have been secretly plotted by wizards... It involves me... I want to ask, is there a way for the church to help ordinary nobles like me resist witchcraft?"

This is a very serious accusation.

Clement vaguely knew that the change of the Buryat family was related to the kingdom of Dodo, and the great Lord did have the habit of keeping wizards, but he was not in the mood to talk about anything else at the moment. He just shook his head and led turnans and two high-ranking priests to the first carriage.

The horned wolf leader gave a long howl and the motorcade walked slowly. Nelson led the swift bird to the front of the motorcade to guide the Pope.

In the carriage, Clement closed his eyes and meditated, and the others meditated separately.

After about half an hourglass, Clement opened his eyes, met the inquiring eyes of his confidant, and asked, "what do you think, turnans?"

The first Paladin's intuition was the sharpest. He said in a deep voice, "there is danger and opportunity on the road of level seven priest."

"My Lord!" Paladin Kathy looked at clement in surprise, with beautiful eyes.

Level 5 battle priest an Wen also said excitedly, "our Lord is not our Lord, the Lord is not our Lord... If you understand this proverb, you can be promoted to the priest of the Holy Spirit?"

Clement smiled and said, "understanding is just understanding the truth, understanding the truth is not mastering the truth. The way of the Holy Spirit focuses on understanding, and understanding needs to be practiced. Miller gave his understanding, which is the footprints left by God's dependents. We take this as the direction, but we can't step on his footprints."

"All glory to the Lord!" The crowd chanted in unison.

Kathy raised her head and asked in awe, "is Miller the priest of the Holy Spirit?"

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter to him, nor to us!" Clement shook his head and looked out of the window.

The Holy Spirit priest? I'm afraid it's more than that

"This sentence can't be spread out! That's all about Miller. Don't let others notice this dependent." Clement looked back, hesitated for a moment, and added, "I can't know, including Perot!"

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The motorcade gradually disappeared into the distance. Victor came to Miller and put his elbow on his ribs. "You talk wildly. Why didn't the Pope punish you? My Lord is not my Lord, and my Lord is not my Lord. What do you mean?"

Miller pushed Victor's arm away, glanced at him and said, "you are not a believer of our Lord. I tell you, you don't understand?"

"Why am I not a believer in the Supreme Lord?" Victor asked unconvinced, "do you think there is a more pious Lord than me?"

"Bah!" Miller spit on the ground and disdained to say, "you believe a fart!"

"Old man, the Pope just wanted to replace you, you know?" Victor was vicious.

"Don't I have your support?" Miller smiled.

"You understand!" Victor smiled and said with a straight face, "I just wanted to ask the Pope for a magic object to resist witches. You ruined my good thing! How do you calculate this account?"

Miller opened his eyes, looked incredible and said, "what do you want that kind of thing for? Magical objects prevent one kind of witchcraft, can they prevent the second kind? Didn't I tell you that holding coins engraved with the mark of the holy mountain can resist all witchcraft? Of course, purple gold coins have the best effect and are the most expensive!"

"Don't believe me, do you?" With that, he turned angrily and left.

"Alas! What does that mean? If you don't tell me, I'll ask someone else!" Cried Victor from behind.

"If you're not afraid of death, shout!" Miller said without looking back.

Victor shook his head. "My Lord is not my Lord, my Lord is not my Lord." he really didn't dare to talk about it everywhere. He took out a shiny purple gold coin from his pocket and murmured, "the old God stick can frighten the Pope. It seems that he has real ability!"

"God's dependents of the Lord of glory... Hey, it's getting more and more interesting!"

Victor carefully chucked the purple gold coin and walked briskly to the swift bird mount.