After Becoming The Tyrant

The banquet is gone.

"My dear tutor, I don't want to congratulate you on such a beautiful debate."

Father Lemi said, and handed the thickened cloak to Dean Anil.

"What's the matter? Child."

Dean Anil stopped in his tracks and looked back at the magnificent Rose Palace in the night and candlelight.

"From now on, you will step on thorns and blades, my good mentor." Father Lemi sighed, "The sword of the Judgment will fall on your head from now on."

"Because I'm standing here, I have no choice."

Dean Anil replied.

Father Lemy was silent.

He stood where he was, watching the aging dean walk forward step by step.At the Sanctuary in Holy Spirit Bay in 1411, the dean did the same. He stood up with the typical humility of a priest, bowed his head slightly, and firmly opposed the astonishingly powerful Pope with a humble attitude.

What is the difference?

Back then, Father Anil was alone, facing the powerful Pope himself, who would be burned on the stake at any time.That's when he stood up.Today's Dean Anil also knows that the king actually doesn't believe in purgatory, nor does he believe in any beliefs, and just wants to use him as that pawn.

But for all the devout people in Legrand, he still stood up.

Where is the truth?How long will it take them to get it?

The torches were burning in the dark night, and a small group of rose cavalry were waiting in front.

They were sent by the king to protect Dean Anil.

Different from escorting them to Mezl Castle before, these cold knights hesitated for a moment after Dean Anil walked in, and raised their hands to greet Dean Anil as a knight salute.

Dean Anil nodded a few times on his chest: "Holy Lord bless you and me."

Seeing this scene, Father Lemi felt a little sour and a little proud.

He followed.

………………

The funeral of the Duke of Buckingham was over, and the representatives of various states and the great lords began to leave quickly, wanting to return to their territory as soon as possible, and take measures to deal with the next movement.With their departure, Mezl Castle did not settle down. On the contrary, various voices began to emerge.

The news that the king canceled the Eucharist for the Duke of Buckingham's funeral spread quickly under the impetus of interested people.The archbishop of Jollingshire, who was defeated in the debate, did not let it go. Instead, he united a group of priests and incited people to denounce the king for being blinded by heresy, heartless, and disregarding the souls of his relatives.

Finally, there was even a wave of petitions:

It was hoped that the king would make up enough thanksgiving for Mr. Duke.

At the daily imperial meeting, this matter was mentioned, and the ministers tactfully advised the king whether he should make a thanksgiving sacrifice for Mr. Duke.One daredevil also mentions the cursing and berating of the king.

When everyone was waiting in fear for the king to get angry, the king suddenly laughed.

"Did they forget something?" The king leaned on the back of the chair, put his fingertips together, and asked with a smile, "What do you think they call me?"

The ministers looked at each other, carefully suppressing the word "tyrant" that almost blurted out.

"Well, they'll be quieter."

The king clapped his hands, indicating that the matter was over.

The ministers were on tenterhooks, wondering how the king planned to "quiet" them.At this time, even the ministers who hadn't dealt with the Duke of Buckingham very much in the past began to miss the days when the Duke of Buckingham was around... In the past, when the king acted recklessly, at least the Duke could dissuade him a little.

Now, who else dares to persuade their Majesty who is moody and moody?

Soon they knew what good the king had done.

A sunny morning.

Rose knights in armor poured into St. Wythe's Cathedral.The monks in the church were shocked and wanted to step forward to stop it.But these knights had just returned from the battlefield in the Northland, and their blood was still there. With a glance, the monks in the church were too frightened to take a step forward.

At this moment, Archbishop St. Wythe had just taken off his heavy black robe, and was only wearing a white jacket.His beautiful young mistress smiled and came up to undress him.

When he was about to have a union of soul and body with his beautiful mistress, the door of the quiet room was suddenly smashed, a long sword was nailed to the bed board against his cheek, and then a group of ferocious knights in iron armor poured in , dragged him out with his mistress.

"What's going on! You guys are committing a crime!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Archbishop of St. Wythe shouted and shouted majestically.

In the church, some monks looked at him suddenly changed, full of contempt.There were others who were pale.

The royal cavalry surrounded the entire St. Wythe Cathedral, and the ruthless knights broke in, searched the entire church, found boxes of gold, and several prostitutes who also had no time to escape.When the knights loaded the gold into the open carriage, the Archbishop of St. Wythe finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

He ignored his embarrassment and shouted:

"That's the annuity of the tribute to the Holy Court! What are you going to do!"

"Annuity? So much annuity?" The knight commander opened the lid of the box heavily, sneering, "This is evidence of treason!"

"What treason?"

The Archbishop of St. Wythe was just about to explain that those are the money that people buy indulgences, and they also belong to the annuity paid to the Holy Court, when he heard this sentence.He was about to say something, but a knight stepped forward and punched him in the face unceremoniously. With a "crack", Archbishop St. Wyss only felt a sharp pain in his jaw, and his eyes went dark and he passed out.

The knight commander checked and was sure that the man's jaw was dislocated and did not directly kill the guy, so he waved his hand and let others drag him out like a dead dog.

A few priests with pale faces and premonitions were also taken away together.

When the Archbishop of St. Wythe woke up, he found himself tied to a carriage, surrounded by his mistresses curled up in a ball, and they were parading through the streets.

A judge wearing a wig is impassionedly criticizing him for committing all crimes to the gathered people: selling Legrand's military information to the Northland rebels, which made the Northland rebellion go smoothly in the early stage-the evidence is the box to bribe him with gold.Licentious, fornicating in St. Wythe's Cathedral, defiled the Holy Land, blasphemed the Holy Spirit...

All witnesses are available.

People booed the St. Wythe Archbishop who was full of fat after stripping off his holy clothes. The glorious tradition of the parade-the pilgrimage archbishop of St. Wythe like rotten leaves and rotten eggs flew down his head and face.

"Expel him!"

The crowd did not know who was the first to yell.

"This kind of guy is not worthy to be an archbishop!"

It has to be said that the people of Legrand have always been very talented in mocking this matter.

When the king disappeared, many clever ghosts made up a series of funny songs to celebrate.Right now, this treatment also fell on the Archbishop of St. Wythe. On the box at the entrance of the market, the clown playing the accordion played a sharp tune and adapted a song on the spot to mock him.

After the carriage drove through the most important streets of Mezl City, a guillotine was erected high at the crossroads.

Archbishop St. Wythe, who had lowered his head and pretended to be unconscious, immediately struggled.

The executioner pressed his head heavily on the sleeper, lowered his voice, and said sarcastically: "Look who this is? Mighty and majestic Mr. Archbishop, why don't you let your lord the Pope cross the sea to rescue you now? my lord."

The executioner was too young, and the Archbishop of St. Wythe thought his voice was a little familiar. When he looked closely, he was almost out of his wits with fright.

A few years ago, when St. Wes Cathedral expanded—it was said to be expansion, but in fact it was no different from encroachment—when the real estate was under its name, a young man once begged them, for the sake of the Lord, Let them live.

"It seems that the Holy Lord doesn't intend to protect a big man like you."

The executioner who took the initiative to ask for a job waved the steel knife in his hand high, and the cold light flashed.

The head rolled off.

The venue was silent at first.

Prior to this, all clergy who violated the law had to be handed over to the holy court, and the royal court had no right to intervene.And when the ruling from the other side of the Abyss Strait came, no one knew how long it had passed, not to mention that the Holy Court was still protecting each other.Because of this, some monastery priests, deans, and bishops feel confident.

The nobles still need to give in before the priesthood, let alone ordinary people?

Although the Holy See in Legrand did not occupy more than one-third of the land like Blaise, the phenomenon of monastery churches encroaching on the fields and oppressing the citizens still existed.

But, today, for the first time, people realized—

Even a servant of God needs to obey the laws of the world.

After the silence, the crowd cheered.

Some of the sharper ones were watching, and they realized... that the real storm was heralding it in bloody fashion.

………………

Inside the Rose Palace, the king's study.

After the heads of the Archbishop of St. Wythe and several of his cronies fell to the ground, the Archbishop of Jollingshire fled back to Jolling County overnight, fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of the Archbishop of St. Wythe.

The petition, which was originally massive, came to an abrupt end.

——The instigators behind the petition this time are the Archbishops of St. Wythe and Jollingshire who were excluded from the funeral.

The Archbishop of St. Wythe was ruined and died of "popular indignation". His previous preaching that "it is an unforgivable blasphemy that the king did not hold a Eucharist for the Duke" was self-defeating.

You know, people are not all fools.

——If a person who claims to be "pious" and "Holy Lord" violates the rules and regulations of the priesthood and commits treasonous and licentious things, then what credibility is there in his words?At the same time, Dean Anil, under the king's instruction, preached to people the theological point of view that "purgatory does not exist" every day.

Comparing the two, people "calmed" as the king said.

Of course, in this "calm", the king's soldiers also contributed to the arrest of more than a dozen fanatical believers.

People are somewhat accustomed to this—how tolerant and benevolent can you expect a tyrant to be?

in the study.

"How is Dean Anil?"

The king was flipping through the report from the head of the house.

In this era, it is not an easy task to refute the authority of the Holy Court, and to a large extent risk one's life.These days, when Dean Anil preached, he was often stoned and spit on by extreme believers who were unwilling to accept it, and some people even tried to burn him together with the mansion.

Being ostracized and abused was not the first time for Dean Anil.

——In fact, the treatment he received in the Holy Court was worse than it is now.

The secret actions from the state and the church are truly fatal to Dean Anil.In just a few days, Dean Anil has been assassinated several times.

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