Heart of the Castle

Chapter 722 Unlucky Bishop, Protestant Conception
The hall of Greencastle is as lively as ever. The fiery flames in the fireplaces on both sides of the hall and the chandelier-like candlesticks under the ceiling drive away the darkness far away. The banquet etiquette with a strong northern style is originally rough, and it is impacted by the sound of drunkenness. After that, it turned into chaos and noise.

The welcome banquet for the Glory Mission has lasted for nearly two hours, but the dishes on the table are still filled with all kinds of food—especially the piles of blood-red roasted lamb legs; The tall oak barrels are filled with ale, distilled brandy and various fruit wines. The waiters of Greencastle hold wooden trays and walk lightly and quickly between the tables and chairs, delivering the sweet and mellow wine to those who need it in time. guests at hand.

Cardinal St. Nemok concealed his inner irritability very well. With one hand, he was holding a delicate silver cup filled with half a cup of dark red mead, while the five fingers of the other hand subconsciously tapped on the table in turn. , knocking out a series of regular light sounds.

Not long after the banquet started, he met the two friends that Master Frederick mentioned in his mouth - Archbishop Bovava of the Temple of Storms and Vice Archbishop Beria of the Temple of the Earth.Although it was the first time for Cardinal St. Nemok to see these two high-ranking pagan priests, he was no stranger to the information, and the secrets they revealed afterwards made him even more self-confident. Cardinal St. Nemok, who is quite strong, couldn't help showing a suspicious expression.

"My Lord of Glory! What did you just say?" Cardinal St. Nemok almost dropped his glass. Fortunately, Mr. Dish, who had been prepared, helped him stabilize his violently trembling arm. "What you just said is a blasphemy!"

Vice Archbishop Beria, who looked older than his actual age, sighed slightly, a bitter and helpless smile appeared on his wrinkled face. "Your Excellency St. Nemok..." he said in a low and hoarse voice, "I thought my 40 years of missionary career allowed me to speak clearly when expressing meaning. You heard me right just now, Kagai, the God of the Earth. Nuo has fallen, and the god respected and believed by the Earth Temple today is His Majesty Behemoth, the earth elemental monarch."

"The situation in the Temple of Storms is exactly the same. His Majesty Pasalis, the Lord of the Wind Element, has replaced the position of Tomika, the God of Sky." Archbishop Fava took a big gulp of ale and said in a dry tone.

"Merciful... my Lord Flandara..." St. Nemok Cardinal sat weakly on his seat, shaking his head in disbelief, "Your Excellency Beria, Your Excellency Povava, this It's so crazy, you guys... you actually changed your beliefs so easily? Once... I mean once the god of the sky and the god of the earth are revived, you will be regarded as apostates, and not only will you be brutally executed , and after death, the soul will be tortured forever!"

Vice Archbishop Beria stretched out his right hand, which was covered with wrinkles and had a faint khaki color, which was one of the manifestations of the abundant divine power of the earth. "Your Excellency St. Nemok, do you think I am older than I am now? But if you saw me a year ago, you would not have such thoughts. At that time, my body had been destroyed. The over-accumulated divine power of the earth has been severely eroded, and both legs are completely paralyzed from the knees down. If the faith of His Majesty Behemoth, the earth elemental monarch, is not replaced in time, within a month at most, it will turn into a living stone statue from the inside out... …conscious, but unable to make the slightest movement."

Cardinal St. Nemok shuddered at the terrible ending that Vice Archbishop Beria said. At the same time, he thought of some other high-level clergymen who were severely eroded by the power of faith transformation that he had encountered.They are different from those low-level priests who can't even perform divine spells, they still retain some ability to perform divine spells, but every time they perform divine spells or pray for divine grace, they will accumulate a part of divine power in their bodies that mortals cannot dispel , In the end, without exception, all died in a miserable state.

"My situation is slightly better than Lord Beria's, but if I don't convert to His Majesty Pasalis in time, the raging lightning power will exceed my ability to bear within a few years, and my body will be burned into a ball of coke. Archbishop Bovais said in a deep voice, "It is thanks to Bishop Faron of the North Aura Storm Temple. If he hadn't discovered the miracle of His Majesty Pasaris descending on the top of the storm in time, perhaps I am still in the dark. where."

Seeing the blank expression of St. Nemok Cardinal, the two high-ranking clergymen exchanged a glance, then nodded and left, leaving room for the cardinal who was already in a mess to think.

After receiving the news that the Temple of the Earth and the Temple of Storms had risen in the northern border of the Kingdom of Arthur, the Council of the Temple of Radiance had guessed many situations, including the false rise due to the lack of belief in the Lord of Radiance, and the fact that the two pagan gods had already Resuscitate or never really fall asleep.But to be replaced by the gods of the same origin who were once sealed, this possibility has never been thought of by anyone.Cardinal St. Nemok couldn't help recalling carefully the various miracles he had seen in religious classics, one of which caused his pupils to dilate suddenly, and his whole body seemed to be placed in bitingly cold ice water.

"The lord of all evils - Dimalit of the endless dark sun, the lord of light - the twin brother of the golden sun Flandala, he is the source of all evil, sealed at the bottom of the endless abyss by the Father God who is compassionate to all living beings. The Lord of All Evil once promised that if anyone can help him break the seal, he will grant that person endless power and wealth, and even... eternal life!"

A voice announced something loudly, and then there was a burst of thunderous applause and cheers in the banquet hall, and several people around Cardinal St. Nemok also stood up and applauded, waking him up from his own thoughts.He looked around blankly, and the faces of those people were filled with joy and excitement. His raised arms were like a dense forest, and each branch was hung with horns, silver or brass fruits, and there were still fruit inside. Filled with wine that tastes like victory.

However, all joyful emotions could not enter the heart of Cardinal St. Nemok. He stood up with a pale and numb expression, said words of congratulations that he didn't even know what they were, and then poured the wine into his mouth with everyone , sour lips and teeth are the only feeling he has about these liquids.

"My lord cardinal, your complexion is not very good. Are you too tired?" The voice of Bamilian, the head of the court, came from behind him, "Should I ask the servants to come over and help you to rest?"

"When this damned eunuch walks over, can't you make some footsteps?" Cardinal St. Nemok cursed inwardly, and while turning around, suppressed his restlessness under the mask called calm . "I think I'm really tired, but if I leave early, I'm afraid I'm too rude to Her Majesty Queen Fleischer?" He didn't need to pretend, his tone was exhausted.

"Oh, of course it's not rude." The steward's voice was as soft and honest as ever, "Your Majesty Cardinal, it's actually me who should feel ashamed. Your Majesty the Queen and Your Excellency the Regent have both told you to let me be ashamed." It is good for you and the other distinguished guests of the Shining Temple to feel relaxed and at ease."

After saying these words, Chief Bamilian patted his palms lightly twice. The sound was not loud, but it was enough for well-trained servants. "My lord, please give me your instructions." Two servants wearing the badges of the Green Leaf Castle on their chests walked quickly, and then bowed together.

"Is the room for the cardinal's rest at night ready?"

"Yes, butler Frederick has arranged the most spacious and comfortable room for the Cardinal on the second floor of the wing, right next to Lord Triunisian's room." A servant replied respectfully.

"Master Frederick is really thoughtful." Director Bamilian admired, and then turned to the cardinal, "Lord Cardinal St. Nemok, do you want to go to rest now?"

"I thank you for your kindness, my lord, but I don't want to rest now, but it's too stuffy here. If possible, blowing the evening breeze and seeing the night view of the Green Castle will make me feel more comfortable."

"Of course, my lord cardinal. Green Castle is not fortified against friends who are full of good intentions." Bamilian replied with a smile. "If you need a guide, these two servants can provide you with the best service."

"No, I want...to go for a walk alone." Cardinal St. Nemok hurriedly nodded, and then walked out the door.Because he drank a lot of wine unconsciously at the dinner party, and he seldom indulged himself, his steps seemed a little staggered, and he even almost bumped into a beautiful maid carrying a tray full of barbecue meat on the way.

This scene was seen by many half-drunk nobles in the northern border, and the hall was filled with laughter.Cardinal St. Nemok felt hot on his face, and he didn't even remember how he walked out of the gate. It wasn't until the cool evening wind blew in his face that he realized that he was standing behind a newly repaired city wall, hands At the crenel, he looked unconsciously at the darkness outside the city.

It's like a bottomless abyss...

Cardinal St. Nemok shook his head fiercely, throwing away this terrible association. No matter whether there is something wrong with the Lord of Radiance, Flandara, he has no choice now. That dream—the black dream has been broken. Losing all his escape routes, when he asked for help from Triunisian, the name St. Nemok had become an enemy that His Majesty Pope Nicholas must eliminate!

Or it was the same before...

Cardinal St. Nemok was absolutely sure that the Rimang's whereabouts would never be noticed by anyone in advance, because it was simply an impromptu decision made by him after takeoff.However, the devil's attack appeared to be precise and ruthless, and there was only one possibility that could result in such a result—the Great Prophecy, which was listed as the two trump cards of His Majesty Pope Nicholas alongside the God's Presence!
　Another chapter tonight...

　　
　
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