Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 36 The Christmas Murder Incident

The sun is warm in winter, the sky is clear, and Christmas is here.

Viscount Isaac got up very early. He didn't wear those gorgeous aristocratic gowns, but turned out a slightly old priest's gown, scrubbed his body with clean water carefully, and put it on meticulously.

This was the only thing that the bishop allowed him to take away when he left the church. He kept it carefully in the cabinet, and he would only take it out and wear it during the Holy Prayer Meeting at Christmas every year.

Because only on this day, he is no longer a noble viscount of the French Empire, but just a humble servant under Christ's Valkyrie.

He dressed and walked out of the room, his expression solemn and solemn, without a smile.

He asked the housekeeper waiting at the door of the bedroom: "Are you ready for the ritual?"

"It's all ready, it's loaded into the car, and it's ready to go at any time." The butler replied humbly.

The butler knew that he could mess up other things, but this was the only thing that could not tolerate any mistakes.He got up before dawn to make arrangements, and moved boxes of precious gold, gems, pearls, and furs to the elaborately decorated luxurious sacrificial car.

These sacrifices almost spent all the income of the Isaac family this year. This is a gift from Viscount Isaac to the church and to the Lord, representing Viscount Isaac's unparalleled piety.

With a gloomy face, Viscount Isaac went back and forth to check the sacrificial car over and over again, and carefully adjusted the positions of several decorations before nodding in satisfaction.

He waved away a few servants who wanted to come up to help, grabbed the handle of the sacrificial cart himself, puffed up his strong muscles, pushed the heavy sacrificial cart, and walked towards the cathedral in the southeast corner of the city.

Walking out of the house, I saw that there was already a traffic flow on the avenue outside the door. Countless nobles and pious civilians, all pushing large and small sacrificial carts, headed towards the southeast in the morning light.

As soon as the tall and gorgeous sacrificial car of Viscount Isaac's family came out, it attracted the attention of everyone around. Everyone was amazed, and consciously stepped aside to let Viscount Isaac go first.

"Ah, Viscount Isaac is still so devout."

"It seems that Viscount Isaac is No.1 again this year."

"It goes without saying that Viscount Isaac is the most devout believer in our London city."

"Compared to Viscount Isaac, our rituals are basically nothing."

"I must save more money next year to offer a richer sacrifice to the Lord, just like Viscount Isaac."

Such words came to Viscount Isaac's ears, and they lifted his spirits more than any panacea, and made his pace of pushing the cart a little lighter.

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Today's cathedral is full of traffic and voices.

Bishop Martin in white was standing at the door of the church, watching the oncoming traffic with a smile on his face, nodding to the pious believers from time to time.

A group of priests and priests in gray or black clothes are busy with their feet on the ground: guide the sacrificial car to the designated storage area, guide each believer to find a suitable location, and teach the new believers the points of attention in the Holy Prayer Conference
The appearance of Viscount Isaac attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was amazed. Even Bishop Martin cast a friendly look at him.

Viscount Isaac parked his tall and gorgeous sacrificial car and walked towards Bishop Martin.

Bishop Martin's eyes were full of love and joy, and his voice was warm and powerful: "Ah, it's my little Isaac. I knew that you are the most devout of all believers."

Viscount Isaac also had a look of admiration: "My lord bishop, your Isaac does not want to be just a believer, I am willing to give up my title, become a servant of the Lord, and dedicate my life to my Lord." meager power."

"No, my little Isaac, I watched you grow up, your piety is clear to me, and so is the Lord. You are now a nobleman, and a pious nobleman is the cause of the Lord. The best contribution. You can lead more nobles who have gone astray, and tell them to return to the path of piety. You are indispensable, and this is your mission, do you understand? "Bishop Martin is persuasive.

"Well, I will complete my mission. I only hope that after this, when I am old at dusk, I can go back to the church, clean the courtyard for the Lord, wipe off the dust, and finally be buried on the hill next to the church." Viscount Isaac spoke resolutely.

"Okay, my dear child, I grant your wish. There will always be a place for you in that cemetery." Bishop Martin promised.

"Thank you, my esteemed bishop! Thank you, my great lord!" Viscount Isaac knelt down excitedly, kissing Bishop Martin's leather boots frantically.

Everyone around was envious of Viscount Isaac's good fortune, and everyone admired his piety.

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Finally, the Holy Prayer Assembly began.

The inside and outside of the church are full of pious believers, but those who are high-status and pious enough sit on the chairs inside the church, while those who are low-status and have little piousness stand or simply stand outside the church.

Viscount Isaac was undoubtedly sitting in the first row of the church, the closest to the bishop and the closest to the statue of the Valkyrie.

The children in the choir sang praises, their voices pure and ethereal.

The priests in black robes chanted the scriptures with solemn and solemn voices.

The revered Bishop Martin stood on the podium, his inner strength was surging, and his warm and powerful prayer words echoed in the entire church and over the entire church.

"All glory and greatness be to my Lord! All praises and praises be to my Lord! Let us shout, let us shout! Hold on high the name of Jesus."

When it comes to the depths of love, the voice is passionate and goes straight to the sky.

Everyone followed Bishop Martin's words, closed their eyes, and wandered in this sacred and grand artistic conception.

This was the happiest time for Viscount Isaac. He listened so fascinatedly that he completely forgot himself.

With the last "Amen!"

Bishop Martin stepped down from the stage, stroked every intoxicated pious believer with a willow branch, and sprinkled clear dew on them.

Viscount Isaac also felt the fresh willow branches across his face, and the cool dew dripped from his forehead.He didn't want to open his eyes, he hoped that such a good time would never pass.

Suddenly, he heard a "buzz", followed by Bishop Martin's scream.

Viscount Isaac suddenly opened his eyes and looked around. Before he found the target, there were two more "buzz, buzz".

He saw that Bishop Martin was clutching his chest, leaning against the wall, and fell slowly, while a black shadow was rushing towards the window.

Viscount Isaac was furious, his eyes were about to burst, he jumped up from the chair, and rushed straight to the black shadow.

Along with him, there were several black-robed priests and surrounding believers.

But the black shadow was still one step faster, he raised the curtain by the window, the wide and heavy curtain covered his figure, and then there was the sound of the window being smashed.

By the time Viscount Isaac arrived at the window, the person had already disappeared.

(End of this chapter)