Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1619 Ring the holy bell of war!
"My lord bishop, there are nearly [-] supplies in the box. It is worthy of being the No. [-] Seria Chamber of Commerce." The archdeacon's old cheeks now grinned directly to his cheeks, and he couldn't hide his happy smile.

The clergy in the Bell Tower have always been diligent and frugal, and regard the donations of believers as noble and extravagant. Whether it is a gold coin or a catty of rice, they are sincere and grateful.

And because the amount of subsidy that the Bell Tower can give each month is very small, the clergy here basically have some sideline jobs to make a living, such as adventurers, farmers, carpenters, roadside hawkers, and so on.

And the money they make is often subsidized to the Bell Tower, because the Bell Tower has another name...the Church of the Abandoned.

In other words, the Bell Tower and the Great Cathedral share the same thoughts and ideas, and believe that it is not only normal humans who can comprehend the will of God, heretics, and even pretenders can also have the opportunity to hear the voice of God.

There are also special groups of people who are similar to supernatural beings, and they will be treated equally here. Therefore, the priests who come out of here have a very strong sense of belonging to the clock tower, and are willing to help the clock tower in various ways.

The creed of the Bell Tower is compassion and kindness. They also adopted many orphans who were homeless due to various reasons, raised them and learned some livelihood skills.

Therefore, the economy of the clock tower is actually unable to make ends meet every year, and it all depends on the support of the cathedral and local caring people.

As the second rank with a glorious history, the building of the bell tower is relatively old and crude, and even inferior to churches in some big cities in scale, but Coroche has no plans to renovate and rebuild.

It is enough to repair and live in, and save some money to do a lot of things.

"On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I personally came to thank Mrs. Celia. She is really a kind and gentle lady." Coloche opened a large box, which contained hundreds of pairs of various Cotton shoes with a few yards are just right for Bell Tower.

"Seria, I've heard of her too. I heard that she started as a lucky gift box. After the chamber of commerce grew, she has been supporting public welfare undertakings. She is really an angel. It seems that she got married last year, right?" The archdeacon took out a pair of clean, warm and beautiful cotton boots, and glanced at the old shoes with faded color on his feet, the soles of which were opened seven times.

In the end, he was not willing to change it for himself, anyway, he could still wear it on his feet, and he rarely traveled long distances, so it would be better to give it to the priests who are on the go.

"By the way, Lord Bishop, Bishop Hendrys this year..."

"Heh, he didn't come either. It's been the fourth year. Since he became a nobleman of the empire, he has not grown in ability, but his airs have become bigger and bigger." Coroche, who was still gentle and humble just now, quickly looked cold and served God. A person's heart should be pure and flawless, not vulgar with gorgeous palaces.

Last year, Hendrys also coveted two holy relics of the Cathedral, but was later choked back by Bishop Magello with a letter, and temporarily let it go.

"Vitaren, the capital of gold, is so prosperous and charming, and the desire for material things is rampant, it's hard to keep one's heart." The archdeacon sighed, and no longer commented on Hendrys.

Comparing Hendrys to another outstanding Earl of Van Ness, "Night Forest", the archdeacon snorted disdainfully, mud and white clouds.

The goods had already been counted when they were brought down, and there was a detailed material form. With the list, Koroche thought carefully about how to maximize the donation and make better use of it.

"Lord... Your Excellency Bishop." At the door of the warehouse, at some point stood a tall and thin young man. He looked a little worried and anxious. He kept rubbing the floor with his feet at the door, and seemed to be having a hard time calming down.

"It's Ansello, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Koroche smiled kindly and waved, "Here are new cotton boots, come pick a pair and put them on first."

He brought this child back from the slums of the western fortress. About ten years ago, on a snowy night, when he went out, he saw the shivering child hiding in a cardboard box.

Ansero successfully obtained God's revelation last year and became a beginner. Because he started late, he is not yet at the level of a professional.

But he is kind, full of enthusiasm and compassion, and is a very good clergyman, and everyone can see him.

"I don't think I'm feeling well." Ansero didn't look at the shoes, and shrugged vigorously, as if ants were crawling.

"Where is it uncomfortable? If you are too tired, take a rest."

"Um……"

The young clergyman nodded in agreement, then stood about five meters away from Koroche and stopped, not moving for a long time, like a lifelike wooden sculpture.

"Ansero?"

Koroche was slightly puzzled, this kid is not the kind of character who doesn't like to talk, he treats himself like a grandfather, and never hides anything from himself.

"My lord bishop, I don't seem to be right. Everything I look at seems to have a red light..." Ansello slowly raised his head, his face began to twist, and his eyes were even scarlet.

With a strange roar in his throat, he quickly rushed towards Ke Luoqie, his nails were long and sharp, carrying a fishy wind.

"Pretender?! What's going on here." A powerful holy power erupted from Koroche's body, shaking away Ansello who had begun to transform into a pretender.

His face was serious and dignified. Although the priests had the ability to distinguish pretenders, they could not be identified at a glance, and they themselves had no additional ability to resist the erosion of the curse of blood.

During the century-old dark jihad, many priests could not resist the erosion of the blood curse and turned into evil pretenders, extending their fangs and claws to their former comrades and friends, causing a tragedy on earth.

"Bishop, I feel so uncomfortable. My blood seems to be on fire. Bishop, I don't want to become a pretender, I don't want to die." Ansero was full of tears, curled up on the floor and trembling.

After he was blown away, he regained some sanity. He only became a priest last year. He is still young, and he still has a wish to help the world and save people. He doesn't want to die yet.

"Ansello, calm down, read the holy scriptures silently, God is with you." The archdeacon was shocked by this flashy state. Although there is an "Avenger" profession in the church, it is a pity that he can use his own In fact, less than one person in ten can hold back the curse of blood with incomparably tenacious perseverance.

"Bishop, kill me, I can't hold on anymore, my heartbeat is too fast." He stood up from the ground, staggering, and the skin on his face began to change color.

"By the way, the vaccine, Obeis said that it is useful for early stage patients." Koroche suddenly recalled this kind of thing, and quickly found the vaccine in a pile of boxes. Before he left, he had learned some basic medical knowledge and could inject it.

……

Ansero lay on the ground and passed out, but his disguise as a pretender did not continue. This is a good sign, and he has a great chance to return to a normal person.

There was an irregular wound on his elbow, which had scabbed over.

"May God bless you, take care of him, and I will call all the clergymen." Koroche looked up and looked outside the warehouse, a towering square tower bell tower, his old beard trembling.

He has a strong premonition...

Remidia's second-ranked clock tower, the huge clock dial standing here is said to be the most accurate time scale in the Arad continent, and all other clocks should be based on this place.

Moreover, on the highest floor of the bell tower, there is also a very unique holy relic hanging - the holy bell of war.

Although the Holy Bell of War is not a real holy relic of the gods, it is of the same grade as Lucille's law of condemnation.

It does not have offensive power, but the bell of war awakened through the ceremony, as long as it rings, the priests of the whole Arad can hear its majestic and heavy bell no matter where they are.

Master Michel sealed Ozma, the god of chaos, and the holy bell has not been rung for more than 600 years.

"Fortress of Vengeance, Kazan..." Koroche gritted his teeth after thinking of these things, his heart was chilled, and he took a deep breath, "I'm going to break the seal of the holy bell."

"If this is an accident, you will be impeached by other bishops, thus losing the bishop's position." The archdeacon said with a frown.

"Do you think I care about this position? And you probably don't know, the Dark Order has launched the first wave of offensive more than 20 days ago, but it was strangled by the night forest. The alarm bell needs to ring for a long time to wake us up to that The vigilance of the times, even if it is accidental, I will bear the responsibility."

There must be no chances. Koroche has a calm demeanor, his eyes seem to be burning with fire, and he walks to the highest point of the bell tower. The first wave of offensive is stifled, and the dark sect cannot die.

It's been so quiet recently, it's unbelievably quiet.

The festive atmosphere dilutes their vigilance against the Dark Order.

(End of this chapter)