Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 423 United as one
"Well, Archbishop Kosander, I am not Saint Barlaan. I am just a wandering scoundrel. You are flattering me by calling me a saint.

You can just ask someone else to do this battle! I can't do it.

If you don't want to vent your anger, you can slap me in the face and use me as a kite... just let me go!"

The next morning, Liu Yonglu asked Millie Tang to go see Archbishop Kosander. When they met, Liu Yonglu glared at him and said the following.

Kosander was sitting in the chair, dumbfounded... First of all, there were many words in Saint Baran's words that he didn't understand, but he could guess the general meaning by considering the context.

Saint Barlaan said he was not Saint Barlaan? How could that be possible? We in the Saint's sect have always regarded him as Saint Barlaan. In two days, there will be a heretic from the Sahagun sect who will debate with him on Candlemas Day. How should I explain it to the believers and to the Saint?

Wouldn't the Saint's Sect become a joke in this case?!
Bishop Kosander tilted twice in his chair, and the old man almost fainted on the ground due to high blood pressure.

Millie Tang didn't know what was wrong with Liu Yonglu. He had never been so honest before. Why did he suddenly speak the truth from his heart today? She quietly pulled Liu Yonglu's sleeve under the table.

"Don't panic. I'm afraid the old man won't be able to accept the bad news I'm going to tell him later. I'm going to tell him a worse news first, so he'll feel better after hearing that news later."

Liu Yonglu explained in a low voice and waited for another minute. Feeling that the old man was almost scared by him, Liu Yonglu coughed and said:
"Archbishop, Archbishop, I was just joking with you, just telling you a joke.

I am really Saint Barlan, can't you see that? It's absolutely true!
The day after tomorrow I will come out to fight the Hagun faction! Don't worry, it's better to die in battle than in battle. If your head falls off, it will only leave a scar the size of a bowl, right?

Don't worry! I'll take care of you then!"

Archbishop Kosander was speechless for more than ten seconds, then his breathing became normal, the old man's hands and feet stopped shaking, and his face regained color.

"Mr. Saint Baran, you...should avoid making such jokes next time."

Archbishop Kosander said this after holding it in for a long time. At that moment, he felt completely hopeless and the old man almost died.

“Archbishop, you don’t have to doubt my identity, the Saint Lady will guarantee it!
But there is something not so good, please sit tight, I need to tell you something."

The world is a circle that will have to restart in two days. This ultimate mystery is too complicated, and Liu Yonglu is still not prepared to tell the truth.

But there are big problems within the Holy Maiden sect now. There will be trouble on the day of Candlemas. I must inform Kosander of this information in advance, and my allies on this side must also make preparations in advance.

As Liu Yonglu expected, Bishop Kosander, who had been frightened once, was now much more able to endure.

When the old man heard Liu Yonglu say that there was a traitor lurking in the Holy See and that the other party had the power to overthrow the Holy See, he did not panic.

"Your Excellency Saint Barlan, although I am old, I am not a very capable archbishop.

But the Holy See has been the spiritual beacon for all Saints’ followers in the Western Continent over the past thousand years, and it is not so easy to collapse.

Unless the other party possesses some overwhelming mystical power and holds a secret that can undermine the loyal faith of tens of millions of believers in a short period of time, it will never succeed. "

Archbishop Kosander tapped the table with his fingers, his eyes shining with wisdom. As long as Saint Barlaan stood on his side, there was still a chance of winning.

After hearing Kosander's analysis, Liu Yonglu and Milly Tang nodded slightly. This cardinal was really no pushover. After his analysis, he had guessed most of the actual situation.

The Virgin Mary is indeed a deity, her methods are beyond the scope of what the secular world can understand, and she also possesses weapons of faith that can disintegrate the Saint's sect. The Virgin Mary is already a deity, and if the Sahagun sect gains the right to interpret the doctrine, the Saint's side will be doomed.

"The mercy of the saint shines on the earth. Saint Baran, please tell me how we can do this."

As if he had made up his mind, Kosander suddenly stood up from his chair. The early morning sunlight had already passed through the treetops and poured into the room. Kosander bathed in the morning light with a resolute expression on his face.

Since the Saint has appointed Saint Barlan to travel the world, there must be a reason for her.

"Archbishop, you are such a good brother! I feel relieved when you say this. When dealing with heretics on Candlemas Day, I will first kill their spirit on the altar!
Then... let them know how popular the Saint Lady is among the people of Victoria! Then you..."

In the study, Liu Yonglu told Archbishop Kosander his ideas with a sly smile on his face. Archbishop Kosander was shocked at first, but then gradually became relieved.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Saint, I will cooperate.

I have one more question, don't blame me for asking too many questions... On Candlemas Day, you will go up to the high platform to debate and fight... How will we get up there? Do we need to make some preparations in advance?"

In fact, Archbishop Kosander had asked Bill to ask St. Baraan in a roundabout way before, if it was just a debate, why did he have to sit so high?
St. Baraan’s answer was...imitation of ancient times...Kosander didn’t know what kind of ancient style this patron saint was imitating.

"Hey, don't worry, I have a plan."

Liu Yonglu had checked beforehand, and it didn't matter if the platform was 33 feet high or 99 feet high! Because there was a crooked tree growing under the platform, at worst he could just ask Xiaohu to take him up that day.

However, Xiaohu's ability to control the small tree seemed a bit shabby, not as impressive as Ling'er's. It would be better if Ling'er could help, but this little girl was shy and Liu Yonglu was not sure she would agree.

……

In the kitchen of the Holy See, Ling'er was reading a book while eating candy triangles. Xiaohu had almost finished eating and had gone to the yard to play with ants. At this time, Ling'er was the only one sitting in front of the long table.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door, but Ling'er didn't answer. She waved her hand and the door opened automatically. A young priest with a bowl-cut haircut was standing outside the house, holding a bag of corn flour in his hand.

"Saint's mercy shines upon the earth. I am here to deliver the food. Saint Baran asked me to buy it."

Ling'er acted as if she didn't hear anything. Her eyes were still on the book and she was sips of the brown sugar in the sugar triangle.

After putting down the things, the guy with the pot-cover head did not turn around and leave, but sat down steadily opposite Ling'er. Only then did Ling'er look up and glanced at him.

"Hello, unknown noble deity. I don't know if it is polite to communicate with you in a secular way, but considering that you and Saint Barlan have a relatively normal worldly relationship, I believe that you will at least listen to what I say next."

The tone of the pot-cut man's voice suddenly changed, and his voice suddenly became that of a woman, sweet, sticky and full of magnetism. If someone went around behind the pot-cut man, they would see a woman's face on his neck, and the voice came from there.

Ling'er didn't say anything, but just tilted her head back and grinned, and the extra thumb on her right hand jumped happily.

(End of this chapter)