industrial lord

Chapter 55
One afternoon when BASF was thinking about who that big fat pig was, Archbishop Victor, who had traveled to the holy city during this time, came to the study of the manor and found Frederick again.

Frederick put the book "The Three Natures of Force and the Energy of Object Motion and the Conjecture of Why We Stand on the Earth" in the drawer, and sat down on the sofa with the archbishop in the past, letting Tarot brew a pot of warmth ginger tea.

Archbishop Victor looked very tired, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and the same is true within the Guangming Church. Because of different regions and ideas, each sect is fighting to the death.

Frederick was too lazy to learn more about how the faction led by Victor was hanging by a thread. He only knew that he was currently besieged in the church.

It is very simple for Victor to keep his position. He can get enough KPIs in a short period of time, but now almost all the secular regimes have abandoned him. Currently, the Wessen Territory is the only life-saving straw he can grasp.

The right not to expire and become invalid, and now Archbishop Victor can forcibly control many resources of the Rhine Archdiocese, Frederick was playing his idea.

Some things are clear to the authorities. Frederick came up with some win-win solutions by referring to the history of religious development in his hometown, combined with his own interests and the local situation.

Archbishop Victor came to Frederick for help with sincerity. He drank the ginger tea in the teacup and said, "This time I went back to the holy city and found the cardinal from the diocese of Gaul. Your father, Count Henry von Wessen, was proclaimed a saint in the posthumous canon of the equinox."

The archbishop dared not despise the little friend who was pouring tea for himself.

The method I came up with for brushing KPIs was to build a monastery in Wessenland. The monastery is a school for teaching staff, which happens to not exist in the southern Rhineland Union.

In recent years, I have been able to use this project as a cover to stabilize my position, and it is still spent on public funds. Even if I lose the battle in the future, I can still have a place to stay.

As a result, Frederick's condition was to exchange the title of "saint".

The title of saint is only given to those who have passed away, and the prestige is superfluous and cannot be realized. Every year, each archdiocese has a recommendation quota, as long as it is not too outrageous, it is basically passed.

Frederick was annoyed that King William blamed his father, and he was not strong enough to make a comeback for a while. He was worried that if the time dragged on for too long, people would be stamped with ideological stamps, so he simply used the power of the Church of Light to slap the king. .

Among the people, sometimes religion is better than kings.

Frederick still has a set of combined punches to hit, and this is just the first step.

After pouring tea to Archbishop Victor, he said, "Thank the church for promoting justice and not dishonoring loyal people."

"Oak Village will become Oak City on the canal in the future. Today it is a white canvas, and the monastery will be built there."

The construction of a monastery is not only a political account, but also an economic account. The food, clothing, housing and transportation of the people in it can drive the development of the local area, which just happens to drive the development of Oak Village.

Victor can't control so much now, as long as he has a place, and it is convenient to go north and south by water, so he naturally agrees.

Frederick continued with a smile: "There is no cathedral in Weissenburg. I wonder if the Church of Light can build a cathedral in the city?"

Victor was overjoyed, and another KPI project appeared. With a kind smile on his face, he asked kindly, "I wonder how much the Baron plans to donate to build a church like this?"

Frederick didn't answer, but whispered something to Tarot.

After a while, Tarot walked in with several servants carrying a large picture frame covered with white silk.

The picture frame was 1.5 meters wide and more than two meters high, which immediately attracted Victor's attention.

Frederick asked Tarot and the servants to leave the study, went to pull the silk away, and a rendering of a church appeared in front of Victor.

Now the churches of the Illuminati Church have spiers, symbolizing light, but they are neither high nor steep.

On the white canvas, a cathedral with a spire more than 160 meters high gave Archbishop Victor a bit of Gothic shock.

Frederick had studied the history of European architecture when he was in college in his last life, and he has a certain understanding of Gothic architecture. This time he painted Ulm Minster Cathedral.

The drawing, which he had sketched in black ink and then had Katie touch up, was rough for an oil painting, but enough to see the outlines.

Archbishop Victor came back to his senses, and turned to Frederick, "Do you have so much money?"

It is well known that Frederick has no money now, and when he asked this question, he indirectly indicated that the church would not pay the money.

Because this cathedral is too big, it will take two to thirty years even if the funds are sufficient, and it is not surprising that it will take two to three hundred years if the funds are insufficient in the middle. It is impossible for the church to jump into this pit.

Frederick replied with a smile: "There is definitely no money."

Victor said, "It's a good drawing."

Frederick continued: "This is not my own church, so naturally I won't pay for it by myself."

Victor's intuition told himself that this little guy was about to say something shocking.

"This is the church of the Germans themselves!" Frederick said a little excitedly, "so its funds naturally come from all Germanic believers!"

Although Archbishop Victor was well-informed and mentally prepared, he was still taken aback by this remark.

The Germanic people have a similar language and customs. They are distributed in the Rhineland Union and the eastern region, across the sea in the north to the south coast of the Dark Land, and the powerful Osmarga Empire in the southeast is also dominated by the Germanic people.

If it was a king or a nobleman who said this, the archbishop would applaud enthusiastically.

But now it's an 8-year-old kid saying that, and the archbishop threw a heal spell on his head.

Frederick gave Victor a gloomy look, and said, "My brain is fine. It's not impossible to build this church."

Victor leaned on the back of the sofa and said relaxedly, "Tell me about your plan."

What was in front of Frederick was all foreshadowing. At this moment, he saw nothing, and he sat back on the sofa and said seriously: "I invite the archbishop to preside over the translation of the Holy Book into Rhine in the church in Wessenburg."

Victor jumped up all of a sudden, his eyes wide open and he glared at Frederick angrily.

Not because of anything else, but because some of his political enemies have been making noise about the translation of the "Holy Canon".

For a long time, the "Holy Code" of the Church of Light has been written in the ancient and jerky Puran Empire language, and the church has relied on the "final right of interpretation" to control believers.

Translating the "Holy Canon" into a local language is tantamount to challenging the authority of the church, and Archbishop Victor naturally does not allow it.

Frederick smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the cold ginger tea slowly, without any rush.

"The first German Pope of the Church of the Illuminati."

His light words made Archbishop Victor calm down instantly.

Victor was the pope when he was dreaming, so what should he do when he wakes up.

For the pope, things like respect and prestige are fake, but the power behind them is real.

Let other people support you to be pope, why?

As the saying goes, when you think of being the emperor, you suddenly feel that the world is wide.

Since you can't fight your enemies, why not join them, help them, integrate them, and lead them.

There was no opportunity before, but now, by translating the "Holy Canon" as a lead, a group of people can be attracted, and then negotiate with others.

As for the authority of the church, can you stop your political opponents?
Frederick was betting on the status of the church in Victor's heart.

Victor's eyes gradually became sharper.

In the Guangming Church, there are noble people who devote their lives to the church and do not covet power, but it is definitely not him.

Frederick tentatively said: "The newly built monastery needs a lot of glass. I wonder if the archbishop can help me find a group of skilled glass apprentices?"

Victor knew that he would definitely raise some conditions, but the conditions were a bit strange, so he asked, "Only apprentices? No craftsmen?"

Frederick nodded.

Victor thought he had a craftsman on his side, so he said, "No problem, I know an apprentice who was suppressed by the master and couldn't become a teacher. He is not young. I will help you find some apprentices like this."

Frederick said with some embarrassment: "If this is the case, other craftsmen can do it too."

"Our guild in Wesson will officially launch the latest professional certification system next year. They can take the assessment here and become official craftsmen after passing."

Victor agreed, and said something to let these people mention things when they complained to the priest.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Frederick went to the desk drawer and took something out.

It was a yellow-brown piece of rough papyrus. Katie and Koehler made it out of waste hemp rope through a small production line not long ago. It was mainly for training workers. It was fine for wiping buttocks, but it had to be folded in half first.

Frederick put the piece of paper on the coffee table, poured some tea into the saucer for the teacup, and dipped the bottom of the cup into water to print a few circles on the straw paper.

He handed the papyrus to Victor, and said at the same time: "I'm experimenting with a cheap parchment substitute. After success, all Germanic families can buy a cheap Rhine version of the Holy Book. What else do you want to buy? Wen sees it, and my share of the profits will be invested in the construction of the new church."

"This is a preliminary result, but I don't have the money to carry out further research. I wonder if you can lend me some money."

Victor held the straw paper and looked at it for a long time, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Let every household have a copy of the Holy Book. This KPI is no longer a question of being the pope. Maybe I will be the first person in the history of the church to become a saint alive.

"How much money is left?" Archbishop Victor immediately asked, "It should be the money donated by the Archdiocese of Rhine for the construction of the church."

Frederick reported the number.

Victor immediately agreed and guaranteed that the funds will be in place next month.

A bright smile appeared on Frederick's face, and the start-up funds for the glass factory, cement factory and research steam engine were available.

At this moment, Tarot came to report, and the heretic businessman came.

Frederick carefully reported to Archbishop Victor like a child who had done something wrong.

In the eyes of the archbishop, there is no such thing as heresy. The heretics just want to empty your pockets, and the heretics want your life.

"What do you mean, if we build cathedrals with the money we earn from printing scriptures for pagans, does it count as pagans helping us build churches?"

Frederick blinked, looked at Archbishop Victor as if he saw a ghost, and meowed, is this kind of thing possible?
(End of this chapter)