In the side hall of the Basilica of Paris, the Cardinal of France sat on a high-backed wooden gilded seat. The chair was wrapped in red velvet, with gold thread sewn on the stitching of the chair. The columns raised on the back were embedded with agate gems.

The Cardinal wore a priestly dress - a big white dress, a red silk shoulder jacket and a red velvet hat. The white dress with long white dress with feet and a hollow knee-length white blouse all show the wearer's luxury. The shoulder jacket is a short elbow shawl covering the shoulders, with buttons on the chest. The red velvet hat is the cardinal's rank exclusive to the cardinal, and the white velvet hat is decorated with a red goose-vet hat decorated with the edges of the white velvet marten. The falcon gold ring on the ring finger of the right hand is the cardinal's letter. The ring is cast with a pattern of falcon spreading wings, and the cardinal's chest is a pure gold cross with a chain of agate hanging on its chest. It has a hint of unshakable majesty under its kind face.

Bishop Orov, the diocese of Lucesen, Burgundy, kneeled on the wool-silk carpet in front of the cardinal and listened to the cardinal's teachings, "...The way of redemption lies in his Zheng Orov. Perhaps this is God's experience of Burgundy, and only after purgatory can one obtain eternal life."

Orlov slowly looked up and looked at the Cardinal with a sincere face. "Cardinal, God's servant should not have been involved in secular affairs, but the Burgundy Kingdom has been in a schizophrenic dispute, and the church can no longer serve God with peace of mind. Moreover, the Archbishop of Burgundy deviated from God's guidance and turned to Bernard's side willing to surrender to the rule of secular power. The bishops of the four dioceses were forced to choose a camp by him. This is really an insult to God's dignity. The Diocese of Lucesen has always adhered to the stance of the central position, but the Archbishop threatened to remove the clergy from our diocese..."

Orov took action, and when the situation of the successor battle in Burgundy was not yet clear, Orov was the first bishop of the Burgundy diocese to lean towards the court of Jonah.

After the bloody funeral of the Marquis, Orlov was busy. He had almost visited many senior clergymen from the Principal of Burgundy to the Archbishops of Paris and even France, and has been personally received by the Cardinal, the leader of the Supreme Church of France.

Now in the entire French Kingdom, the power of the Holy See is not as strong as before, but for a country of Nevada, the support of the Holy See is decisive. In order to gain the support of the church, the Jonah court sent Bishop Orov to secretly mediate.

However, the attitude of the French Cardinal was not clear. He did not want to influence his saints for a marquis, because he was very likely to be qualified to succeed the next pope, and this secular fact is not worth taking risks.

However, the bishop of the provincial diocese kneeling in front of him was not weak. He visited almost all the senior bishops, and many people talked to him, so the cardinal still gave Olov some answers.

"The Archbishop of Burgundy is unfavorable. In recent years, not only has the tithespain of the Holy See repeatedly, but there have also been sensational heresy incidents and assassinations of the Marquis' funeral church. If you can shepherd the land for God, I can consider making you the Archbishop of Burgundy. However, the current situation in Burgundy is unstable, and I cannot propose to replace the Archbishop. As for your Earl of Longsha, Flanders, I have seen that guy, who is like his grandfather, is a devout believer."

Some words are just clicked, but there is no need to be too much.

Orlov's heart was relieved, at least the Cardinal would not be biased towards Besanson's court in the Battle of the Successor of Burgundy.

A moment later, Orov withdrew from the Cardinal's Sacramental Hall, and the assistant bishop in the bishop's uniform walked over from the side, "Olov, how about it, has the Cardinal answered?"

"Thank you for your help, the Cardinal gave me the reply I wanted." A smile appeared on Orlov's face

After glanced left and right, Orlov leaned against the assistant bishop's ear and whispered: "Don't worry, the mine owner of Lucesen Diocese Guo Ming will come to your office room to confess to you in person..."

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Thousands of miles away, crossing the fierce battlefield of Besanson, his eyes turned to a military fort in the eastern border of Burgundy.

Wallomb, an important city in the eastern central area of ​​Jona Province, has been recaptured by the South-returned troops from the Schwarpens two years ago, and the border troops have paid more attention to this small castle, so the number of troops here has increased from less than 100 to 200, and it is a combat company of the border army.

It is precisely because of the garrison of the border soldiers that the enemy troops faced six or seven hundred Schwabians to support it until now.

The Swabians were still siegeing the city. Because they advanced too fast, the Swabian army stretched the front line too long, so their offensive against Wallomb has become very weak.

Twenty siege ladders and several siege towers were driven step by step towards Walloonburg under the operation of more than 300 soldiers. There were many catapults shooting stones and pots containing tinsel oil from the castle. The Burgundian defenders in Walloonburg also used giant crossbows and catapults to continuously counterattack those enemies getting closer and closer...

On the towering spruce treetops in a dense forest northeast of Walloonborough, two people wrapped in tight burqas held the trunk in one hand to prevent falling, and put the other hand on their eyebrows to observe the fierce battle and the rolling smoke in Walloonborough.

"The defenders on the fort wall are probably around 100, and there are still fifty people in the castle, and the peddlers and farmers are about 60. Seeing that they are extinguishing the fire very quickly and are not panicked, they should be able to hold on for ten and half months."

"Damn the ghost spirit, it's going to change again." Stanley rubbed his legs that had left the sequelae after his injury and cursed, then turned his head to look at the Swabenrao camp on the east side, and a team carrying the carriage entered the camp from the east.

"The Schwabian began to increase his troops again. Note that the number of troops increased by more than fifty, there were five cavalrymen, ten carriages, and the carriages had felt cloth and they couldn't tell what was being pulled."

A man next to Stanley who tied his body to the trunk with a rope and then used a charcoal stick to write down a few numbers on the birch bark. Suddenly he stopped writing, "Captain, how do you write a carriage? I forgot."

"c—a—r—i—o—t!" Stanley blurted out.

The man holding the charcoal stick wrote a few strokes and stopped, "Captain, this doesn't look like this, right?"

Stanley looked back and it seemed that it didn't look like it, "These are all learned in school, why didn't you remember it? You draw four wheels first." After that, he stared at Zheng, the Swabian Rao Camp.

"Remember, there are many craftsmen in the Schwaben camp, and it seems that they are going to make large-scale siege equipment."

The two hung on the treetops for a while, and a sharp bird song came from the dense forest under the tree. Stanley took out a wooden whistle from his chest and put it in his mouth and squeaked and blew it three times.

"Swabian's patrol is here, let's retreat."
Chapter completed!