Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 417 Leave nothing behind!

"Lord Kosander."

At the door of a dormitory in the Holy See, a young believer bowed his head respectfully and stretched out his hand to hand over a wet towel.

Kosander took the towel, wiped his hands as if to disinfect them, and then placed the towel in the copper basin held by the young priest.

"Is Bishop Lorraine okay?"

"It's OK. I woke up in the afternoon and talked with Bishop Campion for a while."

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"I took the medicine in the morning, and after lunch I drank a glass of evaporated milk mixed with hemp leaves."

"kindness."

Kosander sighed and stepped into the room. The room was filled with the strong smell of incense and there were many white curtains hanging from the ceiling. It was said that this was the advice of the church doctor. Changing the bed for Bishop Lorraine every day could reduce the possibility of infection.

"Bishop Lorraine, are you okay? I'm here to see you."

Kosander walked to the bed and waved to the young priest who was in charge of Lorraine's daily life. The two young men tucked the curtains for Bishop Lorraine and left the room.

"Ho...ho..."

The hoarse throat sound was the answer to Kosander. Even through the thick curtains, Kosander could hear how difficult his old friend's breathing was. Alas, this spring is very hard to bear.

After coming out of the Dreamland that day, Bishop Lorraine fell ill. It was no wonder, as he was old and in poor health. It was not easy for him to survive the bad weather in the Dreamland and get out.

I heard from the doctor in the church that Bishop Lorraine is very ill. Not only has his old illness relapsed, but he is also very depressed mentally. I am afraid he will not last long.

There has been nothing but bad news lately.

Kosander looked up at the ceiling. The interrogation of Bishop Contaldo was not ideal. On the second day of his imprisonment, Bill came to report that Contaldo had died mysteriously in the dark cell of the Inquisition.

There were signs of forbidden magic being used at the scene.

Just as Saint Baran said, Contaldo was not the mastermind of the Sahagun faction, there was someone else hiding in the dark and manipulating everything.

When did the Holy See become so deeply infiltrated...

"Oh... Saint Barlan... Holy Candle... cough cough cough..."

The violent coughing challenged Bishop Kosander's nerves. He was really worried that Bishop Lorraine would not survive the night. Fortunately, the coughing gradually subsided after a minute.

"Saint Barlaam is doing fine, don't worry. Instead of worrying about the saint, we should think about ourselves. This time the saint's tour really brought shame to our Holy See.

However, as long as the will of the Saint is spread across the continent, face matters will not be that important."

Unconsciously, Kosander's thoughts began to change. A month ago, when he first learned the news of Saint Barlaam's tour, he was still very proud and expected that the religious scholars of the Holy See would write this epic meeting into the religious classics.

But now... he was satisfied that there would be no big trouble on Candlemas Day.

Fortunately, Saint Balaam found the holy object left by the saint. Kosander's thoughts went back to a few days ago, when the saint and her people had just come out of the dreamland, and Saint Balaam left him alone and found a secret room to open the box.

Kosander was extremely excited at that time.

The holy relics left by the saint... These kinds of things are rare in the Holy See. Many of them are still in a damaged state and cannot be displayed to the public. They can only be kept in cabinets at ordinary times.

Saint Baran found a box in one go…

"Archbishop Kosander, why don't you drive?"

"Your Excellency Saint Baran... you should do this. After all, you are the patron saint appointed by the Saint. It is not appropriate for me to do this."

"Well, you're welcome. I have an idea of ​​what's inside..."

Since the saint said so, old Kosander could only excitedly unbolt the latch, take a deep breath and open the box.

"boom!"

The ecstatic smile gradually froze.

After looking for more than ten seconds, Kosander slammed the box shut. The old man thought he had seen it wrong.

Is this a holy relic left by the Saint? Or did Saint Barlaan collect a box of junk from the utility room of our Holy See?

"Mr. Saint Baran, this..."

"It's just as I thought. I picked out these five treasures from a room full of fat things!"

Kosander tilted his head and saw that Saint Balan's expression was quite solemn. It seemed that the things were correct, but the old man was puzzled. Why would the saint have left these junks behind a thousand years ago?

“Archbishop Kosander, I have to go up there to fight the heretics on Candlemas Day in a few days, and then there will be a series of procedures including mass services.

Don’t look at these five holy objects too much, because I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep any of them.”

"Mr. Saint Baran... this..."

The old man was a little disgusted with the junk in the box just now, but when he heard Saint Barlan say that he wanted to use up all the things at once, he felt a little distressed:

“This is a holy object left by the Saint, and it has finally seen the light of day after hundreds of years.

Saint, I would like to advise you that although the Mass is important, I think you should use half and keep the other half. The remaining holy relics can be placed in the Holy See for future use.

Unexpectedly, Saint Barlan, who was usually very easy to talk to, ignored him and took a cigarette from his ear and lit it for himself:
"What? Use half?

My Archbishop, you really don't know what is important and what is not. Let me ask you, in dealing with the Sahagunites, are you going to uproot them and wipe out all the heretics? Or do you plan to leave some roots to keep you entertained?"

"If you say so, Your Excellency Saint Baran, it would be better to catch them all at once."

"If you want to catch them all in one fell swoop, you have to spend a lot of money. You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb! Don't leave anything behind. Use them all!"

Thus, the old man and the young man in the secret room decided on all arrangements related to Candlemas.

But there was one thing that Saint Balaam repeatedly warned them to do: the matter of the holy relic must be kept secret between the two of them and they must not tell anyone.

So at this moment, sitting in Bishop Lorraine's ward, Kosander did not tell his old friend anything.

"The mercy of the Saint shines upon the earth. Lorraine, you should have a good rest. Candlemas will be here in two days. With the Saint here, nothing serious should go wrong.

When His Excellency Saint Barlan is free in a few days, I will ask him to come and see you."

Kosander stood up from his chair and walked out the door. He was helpless about Bishop Lorraine's illness. The only thing he could do was to come and sit with him every day and provide some spiritual support.

The young believers once again handed Kosander a wet towel for him to wipe his hands. Kosander gave him a few more instructions before leaving the ward and strolling in the long corridor of the Holy See.

The sound of carriages could be heard from the courtyard from time to time. Candlemas Day was approaching, and according to the rules, the Saints in Victoria should return to the Holy See one after another.

In front of the glass window, Kosander looked at the believers getting off the carriages in the rainy night, and for some reason he suddenly felt uneasy.

……

The Piedmontese city where the Holy See is located.

The early morning sun shone on the bumpy market path. The soles of feet in rubber boots stepped into the puddles, splashing crystal water droplets.

It rained last night, and the fresh air was mixed with the unique fishy smell of sea fish.

"boom!"

Mirabeau, the owner of the fish stall, threw two baskets of fresh fish on his shoulders onto the counter. He picked up his rubber gloves and was about to divide the fish, but after thinking for a while, he took out a pack of Cosmos brand cigarettes from his pocket, lit up a cigarette and started smoking.

"Mirabeau, look at this pack of cigarette cards. I'm only missing one St. Bernardus from the Thirteen Saints. If you have one, I'll trade it with you."

The person he was talking to was Valan, the butcher at the stall next door. He also had a cigarette in his mouth and was rubbing his meat cleaver on his belt.

"Saint Francis, I think you have seven or eight of them. Besides, what cigarette cards do you have to exchange with me? They are all junk."

Mirabeau sniffed and exhaled a large puff of smoke. On the back of the cigarette card in his hand were written anecdotes about the life of St. Francis. Mirabeau squinted his eyes and read it.

For kids like them who grew up hanging out in the market, they had almost forgotten all the fables related to the saints. But recently, thanks to cosmic cigarettes, they remembered a lot of them.

“Suck, suck, suck… huh…”

After taking the last puff, Mirabeau threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it twice with his rubber boots.

The taste of Cosmic brand cigarettes is really good, the price is affordable, and there are small cigarette cards related to the Saint Classic on them. If the price can be maintained, he would be willing to keep smoking.

"Last night, the Saint of the Seven Miracles, Divided the Sea! My son drew it for me."

The butcher Valgen's previous preparations were obviously to show off the cigarette card in his hand. He walked up to Mirabeau mysteriously and waved it in front of him.

"The Saint Divided the Sea! Then... haven't you collected all the seven miracles?"

Mirabeau was stunned. It would be more painful for his friend to collect a set of cigarette cards than to kill him. Wow, it is said that taking these seven small cards to the Holy See can exchange them for ten gold coins!

"That's for sure. Those six are not new. The key is this one of the Saint Dividing the Sea. When my son brought it to me last night, I almost thought I was seeing things!

To be honest, the painting is really lifelike."

Valan pouted his bearded mouth and kissed the cigarette card in his hand hard.

"Now that you have collected all the gold coins, why don't you exchange them? 10 gold coins are enough for you to sell as much beef as you want."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I wanted to exchange them this morning, but I heard from others that these cigarette cards are very valuable. This set of seven miracles can be exchanged for 10 gold coins at the Holy See, but in the underground market..."

Argen looked around cautiously:

"It sells more. Many people collect it. I don't know the specific reason. It may be related to Candlemas."

Mirabeau curled his lips in annoyance. It was none of his business how the cigarette cards were sold. The cigarette cards were not his anyway.

"By the way, do you have a rich Saint Baran cigarette card? Give me one. I want His Excellency Saint Baran to sign it on Candlemas."

"Signature? Can Saint Baran give us an autograph?"

The butcher hung large pieces of meat on the meat hooks, and it seemed that he was ready to open his stall.

"I also heard from others that after the battle, Saint Baran will walk out of the Holy See to participate in charity activities. By the way, what do you think of Saint Baran's battle?"

"How do I see it? Ha."

The butcher Argen was amused and shook his head and pointed upwards.

At this time, a three-meter-high altar had been built on the highest hillside of the Holy See. It was said that this was built by Saint Barlaan with the help of the records in the saint's scriptures and instructed by the priests:

"Who can be a match for Saint Baran? Just wait and see Saint Baran demonstrate her power and judge heretics!"

(End of this chapter)