The afternoon is the best time of the day.

The vibrant sunlight poked its head out of the dark clouds, illuminating the top of the hills and the Arcane Tower in the distance, and the Imperial Palace.

But the most brilliant one is not these buildings, but the grand church.

This magnificent church has a rectangular plane, with a saint protruding at the end, and a top shaped like a spear that pokes the sky. Its central hall is wide, with statues and decorations on the vault. Two rows of small prayer rooms are used on both sides to replace the original side corridors. A dome is raised in the middle of the cross. The altar of the church is decorated with magnificent and free, and the mountain flowers above break through the classical French style, making them a sacred image and decorative light.

This is the Winlington Cathedral, the most important church in the capital of Reims.

It is one of the three top churches of the Holy Spirit Church, and the other two are located in the capitals of the Franck and the Georgian Empire.

Those who can become the bishop of such a church must be the person His Majesty the Pope trusts the most and have high authority in the church.

Faircliffe is such a person.

Since he came to Winlington Cathedral three years ago, he has become the most powerful figure in the church of the Reims Empire. He has to receive hundreds of noble believers every year, preach, preach doctrines and accept worship from believers. Although the expansion of the Reims Empire was not popular with the Holy Spirit Church, it brought great opportunities to Faircliffe to the defeated people who need to be comforted and to ease the pain in his heart. The three groups of Franck's people were just in need of the gods to listen to their voices, and all the dedication naturally belonged to the church.

Therefore, in the view of Faircliff himself, the church interferes in national wars is unnecessary. No matter who wins or loses, as long as their people still believe in the Holy Spirit Church and the gods representing the light, the church does not have to worry too much.

Of course, if the Lance Empire was defeated, perhaps Faircliff would immediately go and ask for an explanation. It is said that the reason why the Holy Spirit Church interfered with this matter was also related to the Archbishop of the Franck Empire.

But today, Faircliff has no intention of complaining about all this.

In fact, today he was wearing a robe, a magic crown, a scepter in his right hand and a scripture in his left hand. Behind him was a large group of priests standing in front of the cathedral. Behind them, a choir composed of eighty-eight teenagers stood respectfully wearing flower crowns.

It's been almost half an hour since they waited here.

The sun is scorching, and many priests are already tired and drowsy.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Someone whispered.

"Hmm?..." Faircliff glanced behind him in dissatisfaction, and the person who spoke was so scared that he immediately shut up.

Long-term waiting to torture people's hearts, but fortunately there will be an end.

The sound of horse hooves pedaling from afar, gradually becoming clearer from far to near.

A war horse appeared in everyone's sight. It was a tall warrior wearing blood-colored armor, and his whole body was extremely majestic. There were three sharp thorns on the shoulders of his armor, blood-colored patterns on his chest, and a black spear in his hand, with a sharp and shiny lead.

After seeing the crowd that was greeting, the warrior raised the gun in his hand towards the sky, and then a cavalry team rushed behind him, making a shocking explosion, as if a group of beasts roared on the ground, with all kinds of momentum.

If you look closely, this cavalry team actually has only a hundred people, but it is this cavalry team that is completely uniform when their horse hooves fall, like soldiers stepping on their feet, which shows their training qualities.

The cavalry roared towards the cathedral, and as they watched as they rushed closer and closer, they had no intention of slowing down at all. They were so scared that everyone was panicked.

The leader of Gao Dazhan rushed straight towards Faircliff. As he was about to hit him, the warrior suddenly slammed the horse. The warrior cried, raised his hooves and kicked his front feet, but he didn't hit Faircliff in the head.

It was almost the same action. All the knights made an emergency stop after rushing to the scene. A hundred horses clamored together, and the momentum was magnificent.

Everyone was frightened by this move, but Faircliffe's face was always calm.

He slowly clapped his hands: "Run rapidly and stop beautifully."

Under the blood-colored helmet, a ray of appreciation glance passed by, and a deep and heavy voice sounded: "The Archbishop is indeed worthy of being the person valued by His Majesty the Pope."

"His Excellency Hamilton has given me a prize. I, Faircliff, on behalf of all the religious people of the Lance Empire, welcome the visit of the gods."

"You are kind to you, Archbishop, you and I are at the same level, so you don't have to be too humble."

After we were kind enough, Hamilton turned over and dismounted, and the teenagers who were singing poetry began to sing hymns.

As for the other knights, they turned to the rear of the church under the guidance of others, and only two knights followed Hamilton.

Hamilton and Faircliffe talked as they walked into the church.

"I believe the Archbishop already knows the purpose of my coming here?"

"Yes, Souigra."

"To be honest, I don't think it takes so much effort to deal with a Shuiglair. The Scourge Church has been in operation in the Northern Continent very frequently recently. They have established several underground churches to preach secretly. Some time ago, I just destroyed one of their strongholds and got a news that it seems that they are going to make some big moves recently and are collecting resources everywhere. I originally planned to follow this line, but His Majesty the Pope sent me to arrest a young man." Hearing it, Hamilton's tone was a little dissatisfied.

Faircliff was a little surprised: "Have you heard of this boy before?"

"I know some, and have done some things that are very troublesome to Strick, but that doesn't mean anything." Hamilton answered confidently: "I am a person who worships power, and what I disdain most is conspiracy. This world cannot be supported by conspiracy. Only fists and faith can support the undefeated sky."

Hamilton raised his iron fist as big as a bowl, and the hideous thorns on the iron guards shone brightly in the sun.

Faircliff sighed.

He originally thought that Hamilton didn't understand Seoiglare, so he said that. Now it seems that he is too confident.

Arrogance is not the virtue of God’s believers, but self-confidence is.

The problem is that the boundary between the two is difficult to distinguish.

Hamilton has always had arrogant, arrogant and arrogant comments in the church. In his eyes, Shuiglare was like a grasshopper in his palm, and he could never escape. In his opinion, the only reason why the Lance Empire was played with by Shuiglare was not that the enemy was too cunning, but that the Lance people were too incompetent.

Faircliff doubted what would happen to the end of Hamilton's mentality when facing Shang Xiuyi, but the church was responsible for preaching and things within the church, the magistrate was responsible for ruling crimes, sentencing and handling, the Holy Knights were responsible for carrying out tasks, and the three parties had their own affairs. On this issue, even if the archbishop had a high status, he could only make suggestions and could not make decisions without authorization.

So he could only say after all: "Shuy Glair may not be difficult to deal with, but his alchemy is very troublesome. His black warrior may have the strength to challenge the powerful Stars. If he continues to develop, his future will be limitless."

Hamilton replied in a cold tone: "This is exactly what I came here, and we will not accept the appearance of a second Electra. But the important thing is that no matter how great his potential is, he is now impossible to be our opponent."

"Hope as you wish." Faircliffe replied.

"So...is there any news about him?"

"Yes, our people at Arcane Tower told us that Shuiglare will appear in the Royal Theatre, and the time will be set tonight."

Hamilton's eyes were filled with a slight gaze: "College of Royal?"

"The problem is that we don't know who Shueigra is. If he wants to disguise it, it will be difficult for us to find him. The Magicians Association specially found Rasher for this, hoping that he can have a way to force Shueigra."

Hamilton waved his hand: "Why do you have to be so troublesome? When the time comes, you will immediately surround all sides, except the royal family, kill all the people! In the name of God, martyrs who cleanse all heretics will reach the Pure Land forever!"!~!
Chapter completed!