bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 251 Humble

The capital of the Principality of West Asia, Talis Parish.

The curfew has been in effect for the third day. After dusk, the streets of Talis are empty, only half of the street lights are lit, and there is falling snow.

All was silent.

On both sides of the wide Felian Central Avenue, a dark duke's residence and the main church on the opposite side of the street faced each other like two silent hills, making the air in this cold country heavier than ever before.

There are no lights.

The Grand Duke's mansion seemed to be empty, none of the lights were on, only guards in twos and threes patrolling the area.

Although the patrol was to ensure the safety of the Grand Duke's residence, their eyes never left the main church across the street tonight.

From the outside of the main church, only sporadic lights that are precisely refracted can be seen.

In the church, around the altar used to worship the mass, there are many figures standing like an association.

They wore bishop robes with red trim, red round caps on their heads, and wide white ribbons draped over their shoulders, indicating that this group of people was almost supreme in West Asia.

Of the eight cardinals of the Catholic Church, four of them were here early, and four more...

There were four more, who had just been "picked up" from the Grand Duke's mansion by the teaching soldiers of the State Church Knights.

After losing the Grand Duke, the cardinals who originally stood in line at the Grand Duke's residence had no room to resist, let alone any reason to continue to resist. They stood under the dome of the cathedral like candles in the wind, looking at the The person opposite was tensely silent.

Tilda Duck, the saint of the church, overturned the card table of the original church after winning the election.

Since then, she has never visited the church once, never attended mass again, and expressed her attitude in an extreme way that almost cut off from the church.

However, her status as a saint cannot be deprived. This originates from the tradition of ancient West Asian legends, combined with astrology and scripture divination.

Most importantly, Tilda was born with the power bestowed by the God Lord.

Since that powerful bloom, the Catholic Church has discovered that the Grand Duke's mansion is no longer obedient, and found that the puppet seat that was once in its hands has now become a cold and decisive spear.

As a result, among the nine cardinals of the Catholic Church, four gradually chose to support Tilda in improving politics and religion.Even though Tilda didn't attend their mass, she naturally took their influence as a shield in her hand.

Until now, they were all taken back to the cathedral, shivering.

Four bishops of the ducal residence, four bishops of the cathedral.

In front of them, there is another person who is looking at them, just like choosing a cat or dog in a pet store, looking at and looking at them.

Ninth Bishop, "Father" Gascone.

A priest was originally a second-level teaching post in the Catholic Church that was only higher than a priest, but Gascon, who was already a bishop, still called himself a priest to his congregation.

He is humble and kind, actively working for the well-being of the people, taking in children in need, practicing medicine, and having a high status but amiable.

He is devout and diligent, and he also serves as the head of the Knights of the Third Kingdom, leading the heroic and devout congregation to fight for the country. The people of West Asia should be grateful for his dedication.

"My colleagues, the church is grateful for your dedication during your busy schedule. At this time of crisis, we gather here to save our country and defend the majesty of our Lord."

The red cloak worn by Gascon was much more luxurious and complicated than the red robes worn by other bishops. It was embroidered with glittering gemstones, gold and silver, and was as luxurious as the legendary dragon's treasure cave.

He looked around at the eight bishops in front of him, and smiled: "Two of the seven knights guarding our lord have been lost, and the saint of my church has died. My colleagues should understand that someone must stand up now. Defend the kingdom of my lord with blood."

Gascon nodded slightly to the person beside him, and as a result, the eight cardinals put an envelope with white paper in their hands.

"I also ask you to cast a precious and sacred vote to choose someone who is qualified to be the head of the group from among the nine of us."

His expression was calm and calm: "My colleagues, please be careful. As the head of the National Church Knights, when the Church is in war, you have the command of the State Church Knights, and His Majesty the Pope must not interfere. This kind of power is too sensitive, everyone must carefully write down the name of the person you call in your heart."

Among the eight bishops in front of him, the four ecumenicals looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

"Where's the pen?"

Someone was muttering in a low voice, but Gascon pretended not to hear it at all, and smiled and looked at the other four bishops who were originally from the church sect.

Without even opening the envelope in their hands, they handed it back to Gasconn.

"God bless you, my dear brother." Gascon accepted the envelope with a smile.

The four ecumenical bishops understood. Someone lowered their heads and shook the opening of the envelope, and naturally saw the ticket paper with Gascon's name written on it.

"Are there any doubts that I can answer for you, my learned friend?" Gascon turned his head slightly, his face full of kindness.

The ecumenical bishop shook his head ashamedly, closed the envelope, and handed it over.

The eight envelopes were put into Gascon's arms. Without even looking down, he threw the eight envelopes on the scripture table aside, and took out the ninth letter that should be written by himself. He opened the envelope, took out the letter paper with his fingertips, coughed lightly and sang:

"Cardinal Torino, one vote."

The bishop named Turinno was obviously one of the four ecumenicals, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Gascon threw the ticket paper he had written into the pile of envelopes on the desk, and bowed his head humbly and decently: "Then, I am very grateful to all my colleagues for trusting my work, and I will use eight votes to one vote. I won the friendly competition with Cardinal Turinno and was promoted to the position of head of the West Asian State Church Knights. In the name of my lord, I will definitely live up to his expectations."

"Why don't you just take nine votes?!"

Knowing that he had no chance of a good end, Du Lingnuo couldn't bear it anymore, and roared angrily.

"Boasting oneself is really against my lord's teaching of 'humility'."

The smile on Gascon's face did not change, he only slightly raised his hand, and a group of soldiers quickly came up from the darkness on both sides, and held the four bishops sent by the Grand Duke in place.

"Gascorn! You!"

They roared, but were quickly dragged into the depths of the cathedral.

As a result, the main prayer hall became empty again, leaving only Gascon and the remaining four bishops standing in place.

"Then, Your Excellency the Commander..."

One of the bishops said obsequiously: "Now the five existing knight orders in West Asia have countermeasures against their despicable neighbors? Of course, I'm just curious, and I know very well that there is no need to worry about this matter."

"Thank you for your concern."

Gascon smiled, raised his hand to his side and waved it lightly. The several stamps on the stage flew up without wind and burned violently in the air. Skylight at the top of the church.

He looked at the thick white smoke escaping from the window, and said lightly: "Although chastity and temperance can no longer perform their duties, as the head of the knight order, I think not only me, but the other four heads will fight with all their strength." , to defend to the death our Lord—our true Lord who has come."

The bishop who was asking the question was about to say something more when he was suddenly interrupted by a young man's voice:

"Gascone, the new Son is ready."

A look of excitement flashed across Gascon's old face, he looked in the direction of the voice, and his tone became more excited: "Ah... as expected of a 'diligent' knight, that boy is indeed a carrier, right? Right? "

The man called "Diligence" stood in the shadows, and there was no eagerness or urgency in his tone: "He is indeed the carrier...but I heard that there was a better carrier that day, it's a pity."

"unimportant."

Enthusiasm and excitement flashed in Gascohen's eyes: "There would never be a better carrier than Tilda, besides, that Simeng had already been blown up that day, so as long as there is a usable carrier, it is enough." Already!"

(End of this chapter)