Chapter 375 Gathering in the Shadows

? Church, a church built by oneself.

When Wright set off, he never thought that he would return to this place so soon, let alone that when he came back, he would lose the blessing of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.

Losing his extraordinary power and his identity as an extraordinary person is nothing to Wright. Power is just a tool. Before he got this tool, he lived as an ordinary person for 20 years. He was not so attached to it, but the loss of his affinity for the Holy Light made him extremely sad.

He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time, watching the small towers and spires above the church form a sharp sword in the outline of the giant sun, like the first holy sage who guided mankind through the darkness in ancient times. Light pierced the sky, and finally he sighed slightly and stepped forward to open the door of the church.

The lord's words left a deep echo in his heart. Wright knew that those words were reasonable and worth thinking about, but he knew more about what his problem was. In fact, he never doubted that he practiced the way of the Holy Light. Determination and action, he never wavered in this regard.

What really shakes him is why those who have almost completely turned their backs on the Holy Light are able to use those holy powers.

The Lord of Light... Can he really not see all this?

This almost disobedient thought appeared in Wright's mind again, and at the moment when this thought appeared, he felt a turmoil in his spiritual world, and a faint tingling sensation emerged in his mind, and an extremely Distant, vague, chaotic whispers echoed in his ears. The whispers seemed to contain endless truth and love, but Wright not only could not hear the content of the whispers, but could clearly feel the whispers. Get away from yourself.

The brief tingling and trance soon ended, and Wright felt that the power of the Holy Light in his body weakened again.

"Is there no doubt about the Lord..." The tall priest muttered in a low voice, and walked slowly into the prayer hall of the church. He sat down in the first row of seats and looked up at the iconostasis not far ahead. The icon of the Lord of Light with a blurred face stood on the pulpit, and the sunlight from the skylight shrouded the sculpture, making it shrouded in a hazy halo. Then he lowered his head and prayed silently.

In the middle of the prayer, Wright opened his eyes. He sensed that someone was approaching him, so he stood up and turned to look.

A middle-aged woman wearing a coarse cloth dress with a big waist and a round waist came over hesitantly. She was one of the believers who often came to the church on weekdays. The peasant woman saw Wright finished her prayers, so she immediately stopped her tiptoe movements, and she was very happy. He stepped forward and greeted him in a loud and hearty voice: "I saw the door open, Mr. Pastor,

When did you come back? "

"I just got back a while," Wright looked at the woman who often came to church to pray, "do you need help?"

"Hey, it's alright, I just heard that you are back, come here to see that the big guy misses you a lot," the peasant woman laughed, "you are back, will the weekly service be held as usual? I have to go back. Talk to the big guy."

Holding a worship service needs to lead everyone to appreciate the Holy Light. Wright couldn't help frowning, with an apology on his face: "I... I'm sorry, my recent state may not be very good, and I probably can't preside over the service..."

The peasant woman didn't mind at all, and waved her hand carelessly: "Oh, it's alright, then I'll tell everyone that the service will be cancelled."

Then the woman glanced at Wright curiously, with a bit of concern in her tone: "Mr. Pastor, are you catching a cold outside? I heard that the snow on the north side of the Rock Fortress hasn't cleared yet, you are outside. Frozen?"

An uninformed peasant woman probably couldn't understand the concept of shaking her faith and deviating from the Holy Light. She just used her own understanding to guess Wright's current state, but Wright fell silent for a while after hearing those words of concern.

After a while, the only pastor on the territory shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still preside over the service. Go and tell everyone. This week's service will continue as usual."

"Really?" The peasant woman looked at Wright up and down. "Mr. Pastor, don't force it. Although you are strong, you can't handle the disease no matter how strong you are."

"Thank you for your concern," Wright smiled, as if to put down some burden, "just some... small issues, don't worry."

The belief in the Holy Light does not have such a complicated and noble connotation for these ordinary civilians. What they pray for in the church is never any extraordinary power of perception. What they want is nothing more than a share Peace of mind, peace in a busy life.

No matter what the power of faith in the eyes of the priests means, in the eyes of these ordinary people, the most important function of the power of faith is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.

Perhaps as a priest, Wright has lost the ability to feel the holy light and use divine magic, but at least he still has the power to let these people enjoy half a day of peace.

The Earl of Hossman, decorated with luxurious gold and silver ornaments, covered with thick velvet carpets, and illuminated by magic spar lamps. In that high-backed chair, listening to the information conveyed to him by the most trusted intelligence advisor beside him, a rather complicated expression appeared on his face, and the expression was mixed with a trace of contempt and more confusion.

The count put down a ruby ​​ornament he was playing with, and said with a weird smile: "Reclaim all the noble privileges in the territory, even the Cecil family's own privileges to manage the territory, and then set up a government office to let a group of people from A lowly person manages the territory?"

"Yes, this is the information observed by the spies who successfully entered the twenty-fifth production and construction brigade. We have never known how the interior of Cecil's territory works, but with the efforts of those excellent spies, we finally Got some truth," said Green, gaunt and gloomy, next to Count Hossman, with a black hair and a hook nose, "and it is said that even the Kant area, which was recently incorporated into the Cecil family, was established. There is a second-level government affairs department, and the government affairs department has great power, and even the taxation and reclamation of the territory are controlled by the clerks and department officials of the government affairs department.”

Earl Hossman frowned: "Is this a pretense? In fact, these so-called officials are all from the Cecil family?"

"It doesn't seem to be," Green shook his head. "The spies said that there are many powerful officials in the Government Affairs Office, including agricultural director, mining director, business director and other positions are held by people outside the Cecil family. Although these people are also loyal to the Cecil family, their power is real, and even the knights in the territory are subject to the control of these department heads..."

"...It seems that the resurrected ancient hero has some problems in his thinking..." Earl Hossman half-smiled, "and he not only took back the privileges of his vassals, but even let those noble and noble people in the Kant region. Mr. and Mrs. Knights also swore allegiance to his savage New Deal?"

"Yes, forced oath, forced allegiance, took back almost all the privileges of the nobles, and even the power to collect taxes and manage fiefs belongs to the so-called secondary government office," Green showed a serious expression, "According to our spies In return, all Kant knights were forced to accept these injustices. They seemed to try to resist. It is said that on the eastern side of Cecil Land, those brave and noble knights chose to draw their swords to defend their glorious tradition. It even spread to the city, but then they were all suppressed by violence..."

"It's an unimaginable act," Earl Horsman exclaimed somewhat exaggeratedly, "Is this the true face of the resurrected ancient hero? He is simply destroying the foundation on which this glorious kingdom lives... ... Tradition and order are about to disappear in the land downstream of the Baishui River!?"

"He's destroying what he built with his own hands, there's no doubt about that," Green said with a serious face. "He's trampling on the glory of the nobility, and he's using violence and demagogic means to make those with noble blood flow. He had to succumb to his rule, but most people still don't know his true face, especially in some areas in the eastern and northern parts of the South, where the locals still regard Gawain Cecil as a glorious pioneering hero. "

"Everyone has heard of his pioneering legend, but after all, it was a story from seven hundred years ago. I don't know how many times it was distorted and exaggerated. Now that he has truly resurrected, it is time for us to see the truth clearly," Hoss said. Earl Man put the ruby ​​ornament in his hand on the table, and said solemnly and earnestly, "Mr. Green, my advisor, we must take action so that this behavior that destroys traditions and laws will not continue to develop."

Greene took a deep look at the veteran aristocrat in front of him. The other party's words were so sincere and moving, but as an intelligence chief who was good at reading people's hearts, he knew very well what the truth was. The alchemists and pharmacists in the territory left one after another, and the ore market was firmly controlled by Viscount Leslie of Tanzania Town. These visible losses made the count more and more unable to sit still.

The Count has already earned a lot of wealth from the magic net technology he has stolen, but the nobles' quest for wealth will never end. As long as there is a gold coin in their sight that does not belong to them, then They will never give up reaching out. Now that Earl Hossman has seen the pile of gold coins, and also saw that the ancient duke has a flaw that can be attacked, it may be difficult for his mind to calm down.

However, as an intelligence advisor trusted by the Hossman family, Green will not expose the true thoughts of his master, he will only give the right reminder: "Lord Count, please allow me to remind you that he is the founding hero after all, and he is still a Duke, even if it's just a duke with an empty title."

"Yes, Duke, the founding hero, but when he begins to destroy the foundational order of this kingdom, his title and halo will be eclipsed," Karlov Horsman laughed, "this country belongs to Of all the glorious bloodlines, there are dozens of large and small field nobles in the southern region, Mr. Green, guess what these field nobles will do when they know about the destruction and threat of Cecil Gawain to the traditional legal system?"

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