Fantasy recommended Hot recommendation Chapter 490: The Blood-Clad Bishop Catalog: Published: 2012823 Chapter 490: The Blood-Clad Bishop In the early morning of Dunerke, the port and wharf are boiling, but the city is peaceful and tranquil.
The shop had just opened, and the guys were wiping down the signboard with a ladder.
The convoy that delivered firewood and vegetables to the big families in the city drove slowly into the city, and scattered in groups to the streets and alleys.
Armed with spears and swords at their waists, groups of soldiers marched neatly to the barracks in a corner of the city, having just finished their night patrol and were about to return to rest.
People of all colors and trades got up, and some luxurious carriages and horses appeared on the avenue.
The aristocracy and the wealthy merchants were always busy, and in these carriages they were either out on errands, or had just left some intimate salon or other party, and yawning young men were returning home with a night's weary look.
An old priest in a black robe, carrying an incense burner in his left hand and a small brass bell in his right hand, was swaying along the streets of Dunerke with a group of choir children.
Whenever he met a pedestrian on the road, the old priest, who was born with a kind eye, would stop and extend his most sincere wishes to the other person.
The old priest was carrying an incense burner the size of a fist, but it was burning the finest ambergris, and the fragrance spread in the morning air, and the rich fragrance permeated the street.
More than a dozen orphans of the choir, who were born white and lovely, prayed together with his blessings, praising all the good gods in a crisp and mellow voice.
The blessed pedestrians would respectfully stop and reverently take out a dozen copper coins or a few gold and silver coins to buy from the old priest's hand a beautifully printed atonement charm with a clear number and a security watermark.
Since the Great Bethlehem trial five years ago, the church has finally begun to pay attention to the problem of forged amanias.
Through the efforts of some financial experts at the top of the church, the new type of atonement charm was finally put into use three years ago.
All the atonement charms are printed on special paper on which the golden tickets are printed, and the engravings, inks, watermarks, and security numbers are specially handled by the banks appointed by the Church.
As a result, although the cost of each amortization charm has increased a lot, the counterfeit and shoddy amortization charms have completely disappeared, and even if the income of the amortization charms received by the church headquarters every year is distributed to the royal families, it is still about double the income of five years ago.
Especially in New Dunke, because of the existence of Father Duvine, the profit of the atonement charm is the largest in the mainland, and every year in just one city of Dunerke, the church can get tens of millions of gold coins.
Fr.
Duvan, the old priest who leaves the church early in the morning and walks the streets of Dunrk with the children of the choir, enthusiastically praying for the blessings of all the passers-by he meets.
He is a spiritual, loving and peaceful old man, who came here in the early days of the preparation of the new Dunker port, and with his fraternity and compassion, he has won the trust and respect of all Dunkerke.
Over the years, Fr.
Douveen has used his powerful divine power and superb medical skills to heal countless wounded and sick citizens and sailors of Dunker, and his prestige has even overshadowed all the other big names in the cathedral, even the cardinal Archbishop and Cardinal Archbishop and Cardinal, who have been in seclusion for many years, are not as popular as Father Douwen in the whole of Dunker Harbor.
In the intervening years, Father Douvine turned the miserly miser into a generous and philanthropic man; Let the bandits who blocked the road, robbed and killed their lives know their way back, and became the bravest fighters in the Dunerke Port Militia Regiment; Those gentlemen who lived a prodigal life also became a hard-working young handsome man under his diligent persuasion.
He not only healed the citizens of Dunerke, but also became a mentor to nearly a million citizens of Dunerke and countless merchants, sailors, and workers on the soul.
"Little Anne's health is okay, God will bless her," Father Duvine smiled and shook the small bell in his hand, releasing a crisp ringtone.
He smiled kindly and comforted an old man with gray hair and beard.
The old man bowed respectfully to Father Duvine, then took out five gold coins and handed them to Father Duvine.
Taking out dozens of atonement charms from his sleeve and handing them to the old man, Father Duvine smiled gently: "God will protect you, you and your family will be protected by God."
Rest assured, Sarah worked hard in the church school, and I often lectured her on various scriptures, and she would become a competent clergyman.
When it comes to next year, I will recommend her to study on the Holy Mountain, and everything will be fine. ” Nodding slightly, Father Douvin smiled and continued on his way.
The choir children looked at Father Duvan's back with great reverence, and they followed him in full formation, softly singing songs in praise of the gods.
Father Duvine smiled kindly, and the same reverent, sacred chant kept wafting out of his mouth.
Although he looks very old on the outside, Father Doveen has a good voice, a loud, magnetic voice, not to mention being a priest, even if he goes to the Royal Theatre of Berelli to sing opera, he will be a first-class famous actor.
It is precisely because of this good voice that he is so efficient in spreading the teachings in Dunerke, after all, people in the world are more people who judge people by their appearance.
Passing through a street perpendicular to the main avenue of Dunerke, Father Douwen happened to see a middle-aged man pulling an ownerless little donkey into the gate of a house with great speed.
Father Duvine was stunned, and then a kind and gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The original sin of greed, Master Shavins still can't get rid of his old problem, he is already so rich." ” "It's just that Miss Shavins is such a sweet cutie, especially her charming boobs, well, evocative.
Well, for Miss Savens' virginity, the original sin of greed that would be enough to burn her father at the stake, so be it. ” A hideous obscene smile flashed like an illusion at the corner of Father Duvine's mouth, and he was still the sacred, solemn, kind, and beloved old priest.
He gently let himself slowly ease somewhere in his body, which had suddenly become hard at the thought of Miss Savins's beauty, and then continued on his way with a little difficulty.
Father Duvan, the benevolent and charismatic Father Duvan, the presiding priest of the Charismatic Church of Dunkerke Cathedral, has another code name in the top secret archives of the Church, Bloody Duwen, the chief general of the Ecclesiastical Archbishop, who has unlimited powers of judgment granted by the Pope.
Limited to the powers of the Inquisition, Archbishop Bloodied Duvin does not have the right to judge the clergy, but he has the right to mobilize all the forces of the Church to judge and execute punishments on all people in the world.
Even as an emperor of an empire, when Archbishop Duveen felt that he deserved to be sanctioned, he would be attacked by the religious ruling.
After the Scourge of Dunrke, an elite army of the Church Punishment Knights who had secretly invaded the northern part of the Gallic Empire was wiped out, and Archbishop Douwen was transferred here by the joint order of the three popes.
He presided over the construction of the Dunker Cathedral with one hand, and formed the personnel structure of the Dunkerke Cathedral with the other hand, except for the 10,000 apologists of the Guardian Knights, there were more than 20,000 high-level, middle-level, and low-level clergy in the entire Dunker Cathedral, all of whom were warriors and mages with considerable combat effectiveness.
This is a nail in the coffin for the Church to be embedded in the northern part of the Gallic Empire, not only against the alien races of the five islands, but also against the Gallic Empire and even the other countries of the mainland itself.
With the Cathedral of Dunrke, the huge force of the Church will appear in the north of the continent at any time, forming a strategic advantage over all the countries on the continent to attack the north and south.
In particular, the northern coastline of the mainland is an important economic lifeline of several major powers on the mainland, and the appearance of Dunerke Cathedral here undoubtedly means that the church has hung a sharp sword over this lifeline, and can cut it off at any time.
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With a faint smile, Fr.
Douwen completed his daily morning tour of the city to sell amortisations and led the choir children up the wide road leading to Dunerke Cathedral.
Tall, majestic, covering an area of nearly 1,000 acres, completely built in accordance with the specifications of an armed war fortress, the Dunerke Cathedral stands on a high hill outside the city of Dunerke, this high hill is in front of the vast Dunerke Bay, behind the dense black pine forest stretching the northern border of several countries, the terrain is steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the Saine River channel connecting the imperial capital Berelli and several major communication lines to the interior happen to pass near the Dunerke Cathedral.
The absolute strategic point completely curbs the strategic point of the internal and external communication channels of Dunerke.
The Cathedral of Dunerke is like an evil dragon entrenched on a hill, fiercely looking down on the port city of Dunkerke, looking down on the Gallic imperial capital of the two-day water, and looking down on the entire north of the continent.
Back at Dunerke Cathedral, Duwen walked into a secret room, took off his low-ranking priest's uniform, and changed into a loose bishop's robe made of pure white cotton.
He followed the secret passage back to his dormitory, where a pretty priestess in a tight dress was already waiting in his dormitory, respectfully handing him a blood-colored document.
Slowly unfolding the official document and glancing at it, Du Wen's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Praise be to the gods, heretics ...
Traces Oh, it's so cute, it's so funny. ” Du Wen suddenly became inexplicably excited, and the limbs that had just been as hard as steel swelled uncontrollably violently.
He gently reached out and pressed the priestess's head, causing her to slowly fall to her knees in front of him, and let her crawl into her wide robes.
His body was choked by a fiery little mouth, and an incomparably sacred golden divine light poured out from his body.
"O God, your will guides me, and all heresies will be reduced to ashes in your radiance."
"You are in charge of everything, you decide the fate of all living beings, heretics, your servants, these lovely little priests, and even me, are all struggling to survive in this world according to your will."
"Dear child, all this is God's will" Du Wen sighed in a low voice, he pushed the red-faced priestess to the ground, and then pressed it impatiently.
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