At that time, magic was just a mountain that was shrouded in the distance and was unattainable in the mountains. For most people, they would never have the chance to see a real magician in their entire lives.

At that time, because Lones was far away from the cultural center where the Holy See was located, the ordinary people here were naturally ignorant in the eyes of most church people.

If it were not for the failure of various struggles and there would be no place for the Holy See, generally speaking, there would be few missionaries sent by the Holy See in Lornes. At the same time, local priests had almost no chance to go to the Holy See for exchanges.

However, as the kingdom develops little by little, this situation gradually changes after gradually becoming stronger.

It was not until the Kingdom of Lornes that the Holy See could no longer ignore such a powerful country, so the priests sent to Lornes gradually became increasingly popular.

Later, after the promotion of the alliance war decades ago, the relationship between the Holy See and the Royal Family of Lorne reached an unprecedented level of close friendship. The expansion of the church's power was strongly supported by His Majesty the King, and church institutions of all sizes were established in the kingdom at an extremely fast speed.

The Cathedral of the Saint-Lorns in front of us has thus become the highest palace in charge of religious affairs in the kingdom.

The Archbishop Willard, who was ordered to sit here, was one of the backbone forces cultivated by the Holy See, and was said to be deeply trusted by His Majesty the Pope and the Cardinal of the Holy See.

A series of information in his hands flashed through his mind, and Wien walked in swagger.

...

The Cathedral of the King of Saint-Lornes, the front hall.

Willard was kneeling on the futon alone, praying devoutly.

The hazy moonlight shone through the skylight, and reflected dreamy colors through the colorful glass, quietly spreading on his body and the spotless ground around him.

Now is his free time, but even in free time, he has become accustomed to being with God.

"Willard - After leaving the Holy See, you will definitely encounter many things that confuse you."

Before leaving, His Majesty the Pope had made a special trip to meet him.

His words and deeds at that time are still clearly remembered in Willard's mind.

"Don't be afraid of those confusions, the answer is in your own heart."

Willard dared not forget His Majesty's instruction, and he was always looking at his heart, whether he had deviated due to fear.

Suddenly, his expression moved slightly and he opened his eyes.

An invisible magic surged, and suddenly moved him to a small garden located on the back of the cathedral.

Here, there are tombstones for some people who have made outstanding contributions in the past.

Several ordinary deacons at the bottom of the church were preparing to put a wooden coffin into a newly dug mud pit in a corner of the garden. Some people were chanting the sacred scriptures and some sobbing in a low voice.

"Why are you buried at night?" Willard asked with doubts.

"Ah..." The priests were suddenly frightened, but after seeing that it was Bishop Willard, they relaxed again.

"This friend who unfortunately passed away is our colleague... He died for saving the family in the fire and was commended for his heroic contribution. Before his death, his last wish was to sleep quietly in a corner of the beautiful garden on a bright moon night..."

After hearing the explanations of these deacons, Willard always felt that something was unnatural, but he couldn't say where this strange feeling came from.

He looked at the dark wooden coffin for a few times, but in the end he did not ask for the burial ceremony to end.

"A brave and fearless soul should return to heaven without any disturbance." He bowed solemnly.

So, the slightly simple funeral continued to the last step, the black coffin was carefully placed at the bottom of the pit, and layers of floating soil slowly covered up their lives.

In the atmosphere of grief and nostalgia, everyone mourned for a moment before leaving reluctantly.

A bouquet of yellow flowers that have been somewhat withered are placed in front of a brand new tomb, as if they are also participating in the withering of life.

Not long after, another voice sounded at the edge of the tomb.

"Strange...the marks are clearly shown in this direction."

Wien looked around and saw various epitaphs, and then his eyes remained in front of a brand new tombstone not far away.

[This person dies for others and lives for himself.]

Behind him, Tasia also saw the tombstone and fell silent.

"If I said I would dig this grave now, would you object to Tasia?" Wien asked.

Tasia hesitated for a moment and shook her head vigorously: "I believe in the teacher's judgment. Besides, even if you make a mistake, it's not your fault, but because the enemy is too despicable."

It was certainly fun to feel Tasia's absolute trust, but Wien really didn't want to dig someone's grave.

The consequences will not only lead to a collapse in one's own image, but will also trigger the magic warning device here.

"Forget it. It seems that we should go home first, otherwise it will be quite troublesome for me if the church finds out." Aikes was unhappy.

Tasia was a little surprised when she heard this, but she did not object.

The two uninvited guests came abruptly and walked very simply. Soon, the peace in the garden cemetery returned to its original state.

“…sand…sand…sand…”

Outside the royal capital.

Accompanied by the extremely subtle sound of soil friction, a pale hand poked out from an inconspicuous pile of soil.

Immediately afterwards, the hole next to the mound widened bit by bit, and a figure crawled out of the mound and fell to the ground and kept breathing.

It was Norman Laird.

His current situation is really not optimistic, but he dared not stay and rushed to restore the mound to its original state.

Fortunately, the inside arranged by Bulvo should be reliable enough. He arranged for himself to escape through the internal secret passage that blocked the breath in the shortest time, and at the same time sealed his original clothes and a trace of magic into the wooden coffin that was about to be buried.

Even if Ecos tracked down the Royal Capital Cathedral, as long as he dared to destroy the cemetery belonging to the church, the two sides would be in a suffrage on the spot.

In this way, I have enough time to get out.

Secretly remembering this route that could reach the church directly, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stumbled forward.

Haha, I really underestimated Bulvo. I didn't expect that he even had people in the church. It turns out that a dog that bites people will not bark...

While dispersing the pain from his body with complaints, he explored the surrounding environment.

Walking out of the bushes just now, the moonlight suddenly became much brighter, and Norman came to a stream.
Chapter completed!