Traveling through the Warhammer world, but I didn’t cry.

"But I have an opportunity here, a good... um opportunity to train you."

Lokasna looked at Principal Tzeentch's smiling face, and the feeling in his heart was simply indescribable. He wanted to bow down and thank the principal for his cultivation, but then he was helped up by Tzeentch.

"You will go to Landers World and work hard. I have taken care of everything. You have this stack of plans, which I have left for you."

"headmaster..."

Rokasna held a large pile of plans handed to him by Tzeentch and was moved to tears. Dots of crystals condensed from the corners of his eyes, falling to the ground and breaking into astigmatism powder.

Tzeentch pushed Rokasna and opened a subspace rift casually, "Time waits for no one, go ahead. No matter good or bad, it is a good thing. Accumulate experience. I believe in your ability."

Luokasna lowered his head, unable to say a word because of his emotion. He choked with sobs and walked into the crack and disappeared.

When Lokasna disappeared, Tzeentch dropped his smile.

"Huh... at least those hidden stakes and plans were not wasted. This kid has fought with the Subjective Person several times, and he is considered a match. The cost of this labor dispatch... will not be reimbursed to him."

In that world of Randers, the Archbishop was praying devoutly in the relic room of Saint Laculas. He recited the words of Saint Laculas before his death to calm down his chaotic thoughts.

"Emperor...sage...what should I do..."

The archbishop is now very distressed. The congregation in Memeril's Nest is now in chaos, divided into two large factions and also divided into several small branches.

These guys are using their influence to influence their thoughts all the time.

To be honest, the archbishop wanted the saint to stay. After all, the people in the hive had been confused since the planet fell into a war with the traitors.

They did not understand why such a pious world could erupt in such a large-scale rebellion, nor did they understand why those enemies wanted to desecrate everything left by the Emperor and the Saint.

There was an undercurrent in the darkness at the bottom of the hive. The patrols of the Crusaders and the masses found many strange symbols and bloody sacrificial sites.

There are enemies outside...there are traitors within...If this group of Krieg legions hadn't happened to be resting in the world of Landers, maybe they would have been forced into a desperate situation by the rebels again, instead of using the Temeis Mountains as the boundary. , equally divided the land on this planet.

"Ah...and that Judge Omar...doubts everything, doubts the saints, doubts us, doubts our pious faith..."

The archbishop's brows furrowed even more tightly, he didn't know why all this happened. Could it be that the emperor and saints were dissatisfied with him? Because you adjusted the wages and working hours of lower-level workers?

Your Majesty the throne... I just want those poor people to live a better life...

The Archbishop still remembered the procession before the decree of mercy, when they saw the light of the Emperor's icon, and countless believers poured into the streets to worship the miracle they had seen.

What a joyful day, what a beautiful day, worthy of being written down in the holy scriptures and continued to be sung.

The archbishop looked at the praying crowd with joy and relief, but he also saw the chaos among the crowd.

"What happened..." The Archbishop followed a group of Crusaders and nuns to where they were going.

In front of the shining golden armor and the solemn-faced warriors, the crowd made way.

Several men with dark faces were grabbing a child, cursing and punching each other from time to time.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh! Archbishop!" Several men finally noticed the archbishop and the guards around him. They knelt on the ground and began to explain the reasons for the accident.

"Archbishop! This kid... He wants to steal our food ration... We only have this little food for a day's work, and we really can't give out more..."

Stealing food?

The archbishop looked at the child who stole the food. His clothes were dirty and thin, and he was holding a paper bag tightly in his arms. It seemed that that was the food ration that the men said.

"Child..." The archbishop knelt on the ground, not caring that his robe was stained by the dust on the ground, so that he could be at eye level with the child.

The child's head finally lifted up from his arms. The Archbishop frowned slightly as he looked at the bruises and bruises on his body.

His body exudes a stench, the nails on his hands are full of mud, his hair is disheveled and dirty, and parasites on his scalp can be seen walking through it from time to time.

"Archbishop... we didn't do this. We just gave him a little lesson."

"I know, I can tell these are old wounds." The Archbishop smiled gently at the nervous men, telling them not to be too nervous.

"Child, take out the food. Stealing is not a good behavior."

The child didn't speak, just shook his head and hugged the paper bag tighter.

"Brother Marian, can you give me a piece of Holy Communion?"

"Of course, my lord."

Bishop Marian took out a white compressed food block from his robe. These things are made from the porridge provided by the church. You must know that a procession and worship in the hive city will last for a long time, and you will not have any time to deal with your physical needs along the way.

So the Holy Communion was born. He maintained the simple tradition of the church and also provided the church members who were about to starve to death halfway with the opportunity to complete the entire ceremony.

"Child, eat this, although the taste is a bit bland."

The child looked up at the Archbishop, stretched out his hand and took the Holy Communion. He took a bite of the corner and did not eat more.

"I know it's not good to steal things. My mother said stealing things will make the emperor angry. He doesn't like bad children... However, there is really nothing left at home. Dad has been recovering at home after being injured... The neighbor said that if he forced himself to go to work, he would be beaten to death by the supervisors..."

The archbishop's brows furrowed even more tightly. He studied the Holy Scriptures every day, educated his followers, and gave guidance to the confused lambs, but he had never known such a situation.

The men seemed to have been hit by the child's key points, and they nodded, talking and adding that life at work was very difficult.

"If you work slowly, the supervisor will give you a whip and deprive you of water supplies. If you work 18 hours a day, you can only earn one food supply per day... It's almost enough for yourself, but It’s still a bit hard to support a family.”

"Is this so..." The archbishop looked back at Bishop Mariel, asking for the facts with his eyes.

Seeing Marill who was nodding, the Archbishop decided to take this opportunity to take a look below. He rarely left the church. If it weren't for this procession and the miracle of the Emperor's icon, he would not have left. to here.

Maybe we need a change? Need a decree of mercy?

The Archbishop felt that this should be the case. Shepherding sheep for the emperor could not force the sheep to death. This was not what a shepherd should do.

"Son, would you like to take me to your home?"

"Really? My mother has always wanted to meet a bishop. She said that if she could meet the bishop before going to bed, her life would be worth it."

"sleep?"

"Yeah, sleep. Sometimes there are always people who suddenly fall to the ground clutching their chests. Mom says they suddenly have sweet dreams and need to take a nap."

The archbishop looked at the child, and he suddenly felt a tinge of fear at the terrible situation below.

Just as he had guessed, the investigation into the underlying conditions in this religious city almost brought the Archbishop to collapse. Almost everyone in the numb crowd had whip marks on their backs.

Looking at this tired crowd, the Archbishop felt guilty for not paying attention to them. How could I be so slow? Hell is right in front of you, but you don't see it.

After placing the child in place and rescuing the mother who almost died suddenly from excitement after seeing the archbishop. The archbishop then proceeded to draw up a decree of mercy.

Announced that it would improve the conditions of workers in lower-class areas and reduce their working hours from 16 hours a day to 12 hours a day.

"This might make their lives a little better..."

The archbishop wanted to formulate better laws and benefit more people, but the cruel reality still made him compromise. After all, there are too many people in this religious world, and signing a benevolent decree that is too merciful will only plunge everyone into famine.

This is already the result of a lot of calculations and interest redistribution.

The archbishop withdrew his thoughts and began to think about saints. Could it be because saints also need to go to the front line, just as he needs to go among the crowd to see the real problem?

"Is this a revelation? Is this what I'm being taught?"

After laughing at himself a few times, the archbishop stood up and prepared to leave the church. He needed to walk outside the church area to see the living conditions of the child and his mother.

"Maybe what they said from the Holy Sect is right..."

Just when the Archbishop was wavering in his insistence on supporting the Saints, the relics left by Saint Laculas behind him shone brightly, and a ethereal voice came.

"Come here, child, and I will show you the true revelation..."

The archbishop stopped, and he slowly turned his head, watching the shadow of Saint Laculas floating on the relics.

"O Saint Laculas! Reveal the true path for me, a stupid and slow man!"

"Do you know why... there was such a huge rebellion after the decree of mercy?"

"This..." The archbishop raised his head and blinked. This was also the biggest doubt in his heart. Why did the more difficult life in the past not trigger such a big rebellion? On the contrary, after the mercy decree was promulgated, the crowd became Angry and irritable.

"Hehehe... look here, my child."

If you paint your face red, does it make your brain work faster? (So ​​he realized the truth of the world, they were chess pieces on the table)