Warhammer: Beginning with Planetary Governors

Chapter 273 Obtaining the right to preach, but discovered?

Priesthood.

Ron stepped into this residence located in the core area of ​​the Cathedral of the Ascension of the Emperor.

As soon as he entered, he noticed the difference.

The sun shines through the glass dome, casting a shadow on the lush greenery and flowers, while birds chirp softly.

The air is full of the smell of forest.

He could feel that the air showed almost no signs of filtering and was most likely transported intact from some distant natural planet.

Compared to the dazzling and extremely luxurious decorations seen along the way.

This place looks simple and natural.

"That cardinal knows how to maintain his health..." Ron thought silently, because he also liked this idea.

After walking along the path for dozens of steps, he finally saw the target of this trip - the acting Cardinal Laurent Tiss.

In the field of vision, there is a set of simple gray stone tables without any traces of carving.

There are some documents on the table.

An old man in a gray robe, with white hair and eyebrows, was squinting at a letter.

Next to it is Donnie's keepsake ring.

Suddenly, the old bishop's aged voice sounded: "Please sit down, Mr. Ron..."

At the same time, Ron felt a hawk-like gaze cast at him, as if it saw through everything about him.

His heart skipped a beat.

Good guy!
This old bishop looks so much like Donny, even their eyes are exactly the same.

Ron was not overly worried about his identity being exposed, as it was most likely something Donnie wrote in the letter.

Since Donnie chose to tell this matter honestly to his mentor, it proves that the other party is trustworthy.

Ron walked over and sat next to the old bishop, so he could see his appearance from a closer distance.

He was surprised to find that there was no trace of machinery on the old bishop.

This is very rare in the empire.

Moreover, one can feel the power hidden beneath this old body.

It seems that this old bishop is of the same kind as Donny, but he is much calmer than Donny.

According to the records that can be found.

This old bishop started out as a minor priest on a marginal planet and worked his way up to his current position, influencing trillions of believers in the empire.

He was at least four hundred years old.

This is an extremely long lifespan for a mortal without mechanical enhancements.

Such a person must not be a simple person, at least better than those confused monsters.

Ron thought for a moment and said, "Sir Sir Tis, Donnie misses you very much..."

The old bishop waved his hand and gently put down the letter:

"I know what that kid is thinking. He is angry and wants to make some achievements to convince an old guy like me.

Otherwise he wouldn't have gone away without saying a word, where even I couldn't find him."

He shook his head and sighed slightly: "Given his personality, he will never write to me to surrender.

The fact that you were able to get him to write to you proves that your relationship is deeper than I thought."

The old bishop's eyes softened as he looked over:
"So, you can gain a certain degree of my trust, so just say whatever you want to say."

Seeing this, Ron didn't waste any more time and went straight to the point:
"Well, Donnie did want to make some achievements and developed the local state religion according to his own doctrines, but..."

He directly described the current difficulties faced by the Holy Land of Ers and stated the purpose of his trip.

"So the Ers State Religion was created by that kid. No wonder it looks so familiar."

The old bishop nodded and pulled out a document from the stone table:
"A few days ago, pilgrims were arrested by the Crusaders for spreading the teachings of the Ecclesiarchy and a new saint in the Holy City.

After investigation, it was found that it was a new doctrinal faction with somewhat radical ideas, and it was a doctrine that had not been approved for dissemination by the state religion.

Such behavior is not allowed, so after discussion, the Bishops' Council decided to ban it.

You're lucky you got here before the takedown order came."

The abolition of a doctrine requires the consent of the cardinal who is acting as the executor.

Even if it is a regional religious abolition.

After all, this is a great power, namely the right to interpret the Emperor's sacred will.

When the Emperor is unable to speak, the top leaders of the state religion become the Emperor's mouthpiece.

They have the final say on what is right and what is wrong.

Of course, with the mutual checks and balances of institutions such as the Inquisition, the state religion will also be restrained.

But this does not completely prevent certain individuals from using their beliefs to gain more power.

There was once a supreme lord of the state religion who seized the highest power in the empire through various dirty means, established a bloody rule, and made decisions with a single word.

The High Lord of the Ecclesiarchy claimed to have the protection of the Emperor himself, and took the Sisters under his name to serve as his own personal bodyguards.

He even changed the concept of the Sisters of Battle from being the Emperor's daughters to being the Emperor's brides.

And did more dirty things.

He even dissolved the Council of High Lords to oppose censorship.

Fortunately, this mistake was corrected by the joint efforts of the Mechanicus, several chapters, and the Custodes.

The past history has made the state religion more deeply aware of the interpretation and control of faith.

What a powerful force it is.

Therefore, the state religion has extremely strict control over the right to interpret doctrine, and only a handful of people have that power.

Ron looked at the old bishop. The old man in front of him was one of them.

"Sir Lord Tis, we need your help..." He was sincere and believed that the other party could solve this problem.

The old bishop smiled and said:
“I failed to keep Dhoni back then, but I will not let the same thing happen again.

I will resolve your request. The Ecclesi State Religion and the saint will be included in the faith sequence of the State Religion Governor and will be granted legal right to preach. "

As a cardinal vicar, he is qualified to grant such regional missionary rights.

"But that's all. Donnie said in the letter that he only wants the right to preach legally. He won't accept any other help."

The old bishop sighed: "It's still the same temper. It hasn't changed at all."

The right to preach is only the most basic.

There is no help from the national church headquarters, except for some propaganda assistance, and most of the regional national church doctrines.

There is no way out of the star zone.

You know, there are hundreds of thousands or even more star regions within the empire's territory.

Those doctrines that cannot go beyond the star zone are not worth mentioning to the headquarters of the state religion.

"It is enough to praise the Emperor and obtain the right to preach!"

Ron was quite excited.

This is the best outcome. If the national religion headquarters intervenes, it will be real trouble.

He would rather the state church headquarters not care about anything and allow the Ers state church to act without violating the state church doctrines.

savage growth.

"You have a lot of secrets."

The old bishop suddenly looked over, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, as if he wanted to see through everything.

"We do have some unique advantages in developing the Ers State Religion, if you want to know..."

Ron was not panicked at all.

This old bishop is half of my own, so at most I can reveal some superficial things to him.

The old bishop shook his head:

"I have no intention of exploring these things, nor do I need to know them. Secrets are too dangerous.

Knowing too many secrets will affect my life span."

After saying this, the old bishop pulled out a piece of paper, bent over and began to write carefully.

Ron waited quietly, drinking the tea served by the acolyte.

He could feel that the acolyte was as powerful as a Space Marine.

"Please pass this letter to Donnie."

Soon, the old bishop finished writing the letter, put it into a sealed container, and handed it over.

"Thank you for your generosity. I will deliver the letter."

Ron took the utensils and stood up to leave.

However, he thought of something and sat down again: "I have another piece of news that you may need."

"Go ahead."

The old bishop seemed to be interested. "After the Primarch returns, it may affect the state religion..."

Ron pondered his words, saying that he had somehow received a message that roughly described the impact of the return of some of the Primarchs.

He secretly said that if the Pope really resisted the Primarch with other Supreme Lords, it might affect the position of the Supreme Lord of the Pope of the Ecclesiarchy.

It caused some degree of damage to the Pope and the state religion.

The old bishop listened with a frown.

He sighed slightly: "I don't know where you got the news from, but it is more serious than I expected.

But this matter has nothing to do with us, so don’t worry about it.”

Ron was a little surprised: "You anticipated all this, why didn't you arrange a response plan in advance and fight for that position?"

"I know nothing, and doing nothing is the best way to deal with it."

The old bishop's eyes were sharp:
"Boy, do you know how I was able to get to where I am today from a small pastor in a remote area?"

Ron shook his head.

"Because I try to avoid life-and-death struggles as much as possible, and I can survive and live long enough.

I never argue about doctrine with others, nor do I do anything controversial. I just quietly do my job and follow the crowd.

Even decades ago, another cardinal who was acting as a proxy framed me, causing Donnie to leave.

I did not start a fight to retaliate against him.”

The old bishop drank a sip of tea and said, "Now, the old guy is dead, he died of exhaustion.

For hundreds of years, since I became a priest, I have outlasted other priests, elders, and church leaders of my time.

And all my opponents.

Some died of old age, and some were executed after failing in their struggle.

More often than not, I don't have to do anything and just wait for my opponents to make stupid mistakes.

Now at the headquarters of the state church, I am the most senior cardinal, second only to the Pope.

I originally wanted to take good care of my body and outlast that old guy, but now it seems that’s no longer necessary.

He will soon pay for his stupidity..."

"Sir Tis, I pay my sincere respects to you. Your wisdom is unmatched!"

Ron was shocked.

My goodness, this old bishop is a thousand-year-old turtle.

He is even more unscrupulous than him. I have learned a lot from him!
Sure enough, he was still too young.

If this trend continues, the old bishop will definitely become the Pope.

Since the old bishop had his own way of dealing with this matter, he didn't have to worry about it.

After Ron exchanged a few pleasantries, he turned and left.

After leaving the Cathedral of the Emperor's Ascension, he finally smiled with excitement that he couldn't suppress.

Steady!

The purpose of this trip to Terra has been half achieved.

Under the protection of the acting cardinal, the Holy Land of Ers and the Savior were included in the state religion.

Obtain legal rights to preach.

When he returns, he will be able to expand on a large scale.

As for whether the influence of the Ers State Religion will become so huge that it will conflict with the State Religion headquarters.

That's something to consider later.

What he needs now is time.

And when that time comes, the national religion headquarters may not be able to restrain him.

He wants to spread the faith in the golden sun and the savior wherever humans can reach!
……

The Eternal Wall.

The Ministry of the Interior has set aside an ancient helipad specifically for the Primarch's vehicle.

This ancient marble platform is surrounded by many statues and glows in the light of braziers filled with incense.

Today, the Primarch will arrive on the surface and go to the Imperial Palace to meet the great Emperor.

Upon hearing the news, the upper classes of Holy Terra gathered here, wanting to catch a glimpse of the Primarch.

The choir sang hymns dedicated to the Emperor, and the recorder bound in the iron coffin used a feather pen to record the grand occasion before his eyes without stopping.

The dignitaries of the Tailai Council and the notables of the Ministry of the Interior rushed forward, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Primarch.

The state religion priests and nobles were extremely conspicuous even in a crowded crowd because of their extremely gorgeous clothing.

The airship falls.

The moment Guilliman stepped out of the airship, everyone present rushed to bow and salute.

Countless hands made the Sky Eagle Salute in front of their chests, and people roared out the oath of allegiance.

Ron didn't want to miss such a grand occasion, so he came to join in the fun.

However, the great savior was not among the people paying respects, but among those receiving the respects.

few days ago.

Ron received the news that the Primarch had arrived at the airport, so he went to the airport to meet Shahim.

Shahim's status as an Imperial Blood Merchant is almost equivalent to that of a Chapter Master in the Empire, and he actively participated in the battle on the moon to save Holy Terra.

Thus, he earned the honor of following behind the Primarch and enjoying noble treatment.

This qualification will be very helpful for Shasim in his future travels within the empire.

If it wasn't inappropriate, Ron even wanted Shahim to take a photo with the Primarch, the Living Saint, and others.

When the time comes, we can take a group photo on the merchant ship in the territory, which will be convenient for going anywhere.

I feel a little regretful that I couldn't take a photo together.

But he was already prepared to go back and have someone draw a photo of Shasim with the Primarch, the Living Saint and other beings.

As the steward of the Govendi family, Ron also took advantage of this opportunity. He mixed in the team and followed the original master.

hum-

As soon as Ron stepped out of the airship, he was drowned by a deafening roar. He followed the team forward and enjoyed the courtesy of everyone.

"Wow, it's quite lively..."

Ron looked at the dense crowd and thought to himself, "Most of the important figures in the empire are gathered here, right?
Hiss~ So many important people are crowded in such a small space. If I were Chaos, I would have tried my best to make a big one here.

The empire would have suffered heavy losses, with its central control center destroyed and stopping functioning in a short period of time. Given the empire's efficiency, it is unknown how long it would take to recover.

At this time, there shouldn't really be a Chaos Sixth Master coming to attack, right?"

Ron was distracted, thinking in a mess.

Suddenly, he discovered that many noble old perverts were secretly glancing at the living saint, the silver-haired angel Saint Celestine, who was not far ahead.

whispering sound!
A bunch of guys with dirty thoughts but no courage, if they want to watch it, just watch it openly, it's not a blasphemous act.

By the way, it seems that he has never really taken a close look at what Celestine looks like.

Thinking of this, Ron quickened his pace slightly, made a small circle to the side, and then glanced at Saint Celestine.

You still have to restrain yourself in public.

I have to say, the silver-haired angel is really good-looking.

Silver hair, angelic face, white wings, and especially the heroic and holy posture.

It is enough to drive those high-ranking nobles crazy.

However, they only dared to think about it.

After all, that silver-haired angel not only has a high status in the empire, but also has extremely high combat power.

Such a noble existence is enough to extinguish the charm of those high-ranking aristocratic young men.

Ron was thinking when suddenly his gaze shifted over.

He happened to meet her eyes.

It was Saint Celestine, her pure gaze fixed on her.

What the hell!

Discovered?

Ron was a little embarrassed, but he still maintained his attitude.

He nodded and smiled politely.

Saint Celestine looked at it for a few seconds, and she also smiled, looking like she was in a good mood.

Do not know why.

Looking at the other person's smile and inexplicable look, Ron suddenly felt a little panicked.

Why do I feel like she knows me?
Can't you?
(End of this chapter)