Chapter 416: New Church in Fulan Port

Paul spent the whole morning visiting the weaving mill. At 10:00 p.m., he declined the invitation of the workshop owner and returned to the city hall with Ladi. Sylvia said goodbye and returned to the alchemy shop alone.

On the way, Paul asked Ladi: "I said, did you spend the whole night investigating that shop?"

Ladi nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise how dare I let you in."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"This is what I should do. But Lord Graman, I still want to remind you to pay attention to the threats of the church and be fully prepared for them to find out that you are taking in a spellcaster."

"Well, I know this, of course, but you can rest assured. According to the tradition of our Northwest Bay, those who have been recognized as wizards in history, as long as they have not done anything that actually harms society, are only imprisoned, and will not be put on the stake at every turn."

In fact, I am more worried about you, Ladi muttered in her heart.

Since the establishment of the Customs Union, Paul has been in a position to be the leader of the lords of the Northwest Bay. Once he is found to have done something dishonorable, his status will inevitably be affected.

"Hey, the new church in Fulan Port is in front!"

Ladi was thinking about something when she suddenly heard Paul say loudly.

"Come to think of it, we first met in the church in Fulan Port, and you even hinted at me, haha."

Paul's face showed a look of reminiscence, but the church he was talking about was not the one in front of him. The church where they met at that time was located in the center of the town and had been converted into a town hall. The church in front of him was built not long after that.

Ladi smiled. Fate is really wonderful. Who would have thought that what was thought to be an ordinary adventure a few years ago would become a major turning point in her life.

Paul pointed to the building in front, "I haven't been to this church yet. Let's go in and take a look together?"

"Okay, Lord Graman."

So the two of them and a group of servants stepped up the steps and walked into the door of the church.

"It's really magnificent." Paul said with emotion.

The interior of the church is dominated by golden color, with a majestic dome hanging high above, the walls are covered with exquisite murals, and sculptures are dotted between the corridors on both sides.

A huge flame stone sculpture is placed in the west of the hall. It is a holy object symbolizing the Lord of Light. A group of people are kneeling on the ground around the stone sculpture and chanting, apparently praying.

Waves of chanting and singing are floating in the hall, which really sounds a bit sacred.

In comparison, the old church a few years ago can only be described as shabby. It seems that the gradual prosperity of the Northwest Bay in recent years has also benefited the church a lot.

A clergyman not far away saw that this group of people came in and did not pray in front of the holy object, nor did they put money in the donation box. They just wandered around and asked some believers about this from time to time. He felt a little unhappy.

He recognized Paul as the leader at a glance. Judging from the posture of this large group of people, he was probably a person of status, so he didn't want to get angry, so he ran to him quickly and said with a smile: "Sir, what are you doing in the church? Please don't interfere with other people's activities."

"Who is the person in charge here?"

"It's Lady Violet."

Hearing Paul's question, the deacon became more and more unhappy, because he felt that there was a hint of condescension in the other party's tone.

"Oh? It's him again, then I want to see Father Violet."

Paul made a request. He vaguely remembered the appearance of this priest. The other party had visited him before coming to Fulan Port to take over the church. However, he saw that the deacon in front of him didn't know him, so he didn't want to expose his identity as a lord, so he didn't let the other party call Violet out directly.

"Well... may I ask your name?"

"I know him. Just say that an old friend from Lake Town wants to see him. He will know what I look like if he describes me."

"Okay, please wait."

Although he was surprised that the other party refused to reveal his name, he looked at his calm tone. He might really have a close relationship with Lady Violet. The deacon thought so and hurried to the back of the hall.

Violet is in his forties and was born in a noble family in Northwest Bay. When he was sent to Port Fulan as a priest by the diocese three years ago, he thought he was marginalized because Alda was the most backward territory in Northwest Bay at that time.

But I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it.

In just a few years, the land under his feet has undergone earth-shaking changes, and his position has become something that other colleagues are extremely jealous of.

"This must be the reward of the Lord of Light for my many years of hard service."

Today, he once again sat in his office and expressed such emotion.

However, he had heard some rumors recently that someone was plotting to transfer him from Port Fulan.

It was absurd that these despicable villains actually wanted to take away the glory bestowed on him by the Heavenly Father.

Humph, it was just wishful thinking. As long as he went to see Bishop Woz, who was in charge of the personnel of the parish, more often...

"Lady Violet."

"What's the matter?"

A deacon from the church hurried over and interrupted his thoughts, making him a little unhappy.

"There is someone outside who claims to be your old friend in Lake Heart Town. Please come and see you."

"Old friend in Lake Heart Town? What's his name?"

The deacon shook his head, "The other party doesn't seem to want to say it."

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"How rude." Violet touched her chin and recalled, "It can't be someone who has a grudge against me. I don't seem to have much in Lake Heart Town... Wait, how old is that person? What does he look like?"

"A young man, looks about 17 or 18 years old, with black hair..."

"Lord!" Violet jumped up from the chair and ran out, leaving the deacon with a confused face.

Paul was standing by the wall listening to the female consultant's artistic evaluation of a mural. He also nodded in agreement as if he understood it very well, and then saw a wealthy middle-aged priest trotting over.

"G...G...Sir, you are here."

Violet didn't call out Paul's last name, because he suddenly thought that since Paul didn't tell the deacon his name, he might not want to reveal his identity.

"Long time no see, Father Vannwright." Paul greeted him and stopped him from saluting.

"Haha, it's been a long time since we last met. Your Excellency, you are visiting my church today. Is there something important?"

"Nothing particularly important. I just happened to pass by today. I remembered that I haven't visited this new church yet, so I came in to take a look. When I asked you if you were still working here, I came to visit you."

"Visit? I don't dare. Your Excellency, let me be your guide and show you around."

Paul waved his hand, "No need. I have almost walked around the lobby. Let's chat for a while. I want to know about some recent events in the Northwest Diocese. Do you have a place here?"

"Yes, please come to my office in the back parish."

"Let's go!"

Under the guidance of Violet, Paul and others came to a very luxurious room. It seemed that this was his office.

Looking at the decoration inside, Paul felt sour in his heart. Wow, although this guy is a clergyman, he knows how to enjoy life. It's better than my office as a lord.

Hmm? What's that red bottle?

Paul, with sharp eyes, saw something that was a bit "out of place" here.

Violet saw Paul staring at something he had placed on the table, and she cried out in her heart that something was wrong.

He hurriedly put it away in a hurry.

"Father, that is..."

"Ahhh? Sir, that is... that is..."

Seeing the priest's embarrassed look, Paul felt funny in his heart and showed a teasing expression on his face.

Paul tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile: "Fermented grape juice?"