After Becoming The Tyrant

"I'm coming."

Outside St. Wythe's Cathedral, the crowd of onlookers became agitated.

Rose Iron Riders came from the other side of the long street in the light of day, their armors were shining brightly, their right hands with iron gloves rested on the hilt of their waists, and their left hands held pointed spears.In front of the Rose Iron Cavalry, who had experienced many bloody battles, the citizen guard who had been surrounded by the crowd was somewhat complacent.

Even if a lamb is fitted with iron horns, it is still a lamb in front of a real lion.

Not far from St. Wythe's Cathedral, some aristocratic adults could be clearly seen standing behind the windows on the street.Hiding secretly behind the window and spying, this kind of behavior is not so "noble", but now the entire nobles of Metzl have been tossed enough by their majesty the king-that is a person who will throw people to the guillotine anytime and anywhere villains!

Today's nobles have long learned that they will never easily set foot in a place where there are rose cavalry, if there is no guarantee that the king will not suddenly order to drag one of them out and cut them down.

In particular, the nobles had suffered before the citizens.

Everyone knew very well that Archbishop Anil standing in front was just a cover, and the hands behind all of this were holding Legrand's orb.Ever since the purgatory creed was abolished, those hands have brutally caused many people's heads to fall to the ground.In the early days, the irritable and most pious Earl Ecu led his cousin and son to try to prevent the king from executing the Archbishop of St. Wythe, so he still faced the wall in the Myn Tower and meditated.

The clock struck ten o'clock on time.

Archbishop Anil led his followers dressed in black, walking out from the guard of the rose iron cavalry with a slightly haggard look.

"I'm here to ask you to clarify your doubts, Mr. Bishop." The priest said, "If we don't even respect the Pope, who will guard our barren and restless souls?"

"Do we believe in the Holy Lord or mortals who blaspheme the majesty of the Holy Lord?" Archbishop Anil asked, "It has been clearly taught us in the Holy Book, even if it is the Pope, as long as he makes a mistake, we must still follow the Holy Spirit. According to the book, conquer mistakes and make them correct. Do you believe that the Pope is higher than the Holy Lord?"

"The Holy Book gave Peter a treasure ship, and Peter gave the Pope two knives. He is the spokesperson of the Holy Lord in the world, and we respect him as we respect our beloved priest."

"Then why don't we take a look at what good things the popes have done?" Archbishop Anil said, "People whose city is now the Pope, shouldn't they serve the world in the way of the Holy Lord, otherwise why are they called To be the servant of servants? But that's not what they do."

His student, Father Miller, unfolded the "Open Letter to the Believers of Legrand" that had already been written.

The young priest read aloud, his voice clear and powerful.

"...the Pope, he claims that he alone has the right to interpret the Holy Book, so what is the point of the Holy Lord giving us the Holy Book? Let us burn the Holy Book and be content with what the ignorant gentlemen of the Holy Spirit think they have There is the Holy Spirit, and in fact, only devout believers have the Holy Spirit...[1]

"The Holy Lord has given us His wisdom. The Holy Book is His open arms to the world. All pious and converted people can find the way to salvation from it. The Pope firmly holds the The holy book, like a greedy goshawk, clings to the door of true faith, and enshrines himself..."

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This is a public book unprecedented in the field of theology.

It was written jointly by theologians represented by Archbishop Anil and historians represented by the Earl of Wally.First, on the basis of theology, Archbishop Anil attacked the most well-known papal prerogatives one by one, starting from the right to interpret holy books.After the pope's prerogative has been severely denounced as absurd, he begins to trace, in a somewhat moderate manner, the development of the papal power, with all the lies that accompanied it.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

The onlookers, businessmen, and nobles began to feel a little uneasy, and this uneasiness was mixed with some faint restlessness.

"...With the strength of both sides of the abyss, the richest monastery, the territory donated money to support the man who wears the triple crown. However, he wears this crown for himself with a dishonorable lie. He himself has As high as 40 to 50 Dutt's income, but greedily let his [-] secretary continue to collect money in the name of 'incumbent year' and 'indulgence notes', these money in the name of holy Peter can't fill up Their bottomless greed has been fueled by their ambition to continue to expand..."

Father Miller's voice grew louder, echoing in front of the holy church.

Under the sky, in the shadow of the cross, young and old monks held up the cross in their hands and made silent complaints.

Before this, no one had ever so clearly pointed to the majestic Holy Court, pointing out that the owner of the triple crown who was accustomed to being judged in the name of "heretic" was the real sinner.

The 1000-year-old belief is collapsing, and there is no longer such fear and hesitation. People look at each other in blank dismay, as if they were children in the face of the Holy Lord.They vaguely feel what is right and what is right, but the ideas they have accepted since childhood made them instinctively feel resistance and fear.

The arms of the Civil Guard were lowered.

The birds dare not fly away.

Just as the crowd gradually fell silent, a nimble figure jumped out from the place close to Father Miller, and rushed towards him with lightning speed.

The crowd exclaimed, but Father Miller still stood upright and read aloud.

"So-called indulgences, what are they selling? Is it salvation? No, it's their greed and wickedness, which is better than any greedy person in the world. They make us stupid because they are afraid that we will know the truth. They also use Burning or force is imposed on those who disagree..."

With a flash of cold light, the dagger in the assassin's hand was blocked by the rose cavalry who stepped forward with a spear.

"But is this enough? The magma will eventually break through the earth's crust, and the lies of paper and grass will eventually be burned by the dangerous fire they played with."

The knight's spear shook lightly, knocking the assassin unconscious before he was about to take the poison.Immediately, someone came up and did him down, so quickly that it seemed that there was no such episode.

"...The above crimes, all pious people have the responsibility to attack."

Father Miller's words hit the ground heavily.

From the crowd, an old professor of the Royal Academy of History walked out. The old professor with a hanging sword badge on his chest lit the pyre with his thin hands.The rose cavalry parted, followed by a group of young students in classical robes, and they added wood to the pyre one by one.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, the flames are rising, and the heat distorts the space.

A silence.

Archbishop Anil walked towards the fire, and firmly threw a book of decrees into the raging fire: "The eternal fire will eventually judge everything, and all sins will be punished."

In the silence, the decree collection representing the supreme authority of the spiritual kingdom was swallowed by the flames, and thick smoke began to rise.

His followers followed, throwing in some of the moralist books and the Pope's writings.

"and this!"

In the solemn scene, a businessman emerges from the crowd, several indulgences in his hand.

He threw the indulgences into the fire.

Thick smoke billowed upwards, the sky was cloudless, and the sun baked the earth almost menacingly.

The fire burned almost all morning, because a steady stream of people rushed over and threw some things related to the Pope into the fire.After all the edicts were reduced to ashes, a naughty ghost took the lead in singing a funeral song to the ashes.

Archbishop Anil looked at the pile of ashes silently, did not stop them, just sighed, turned and left.

Everything was twisted in the fire and reduced to ashes.

………………

"Which family is it?"

In the study, the king read Charles' letter and listened to the report of the head of the house.The assassination that occurred during the burning of the fatwa seemed to have been in his guess from the beginning.

"The Mason family."

The head of housekeeping replied.

The king thought about it for a while. The Meissen family's territory is mainly in the central coastal area of ​​Legrand, and one of the ports happens to be outside the influence of the winter and summer monsoons.The Meissen family has always done a good job in shipping, but according to the investigation of the king's financial officials, the other party seems to be covering up on tariffs.

The king made a mark next to the Meissen family on the list of many nobles in his heart.

"What about the rest?"

The Chief of Internal Affairs reported to the king what the spies had observed, and the members of the nobles who had been involved in the agitation of the Civil Guard in the past two days.The king nodded slightly, thought for a moment and made some corresponding arrangements.

Archbishop Anil came forward to burn the decree book as bait released by the king, and some small fish are now hooked.But the more important thing is not these small fish, but the other side——

Charles and the others are about to attack.

The head of internal affairs took a look at the sky, and gently advised the king to rest.

The king rarely listened to his opinion, put down his pen, and glanced to the northeast.

………………

Unlike the cloudless city of Legrand Mezl, the Eagle's Mouth Bay in the Lowland Union is dark and gloomy at this time.

Night has come, and there are still dark clouds like mountains in the sky, not to mention the moon, not even a single star can be seen.As one of the most important harbors in the Low Countries, Eagle's Mouth Bay is now shrouded in a depressing darkness, and the sporadic lights are extremely lonely.And near the pier, there are resting ships moored.

The tall lighthouse was on alone, but at this time the sea was covered with thick fog, and the light from the lighthouse was pitifully weak.

The night watchman in the lighthouse yawned.

He folded his arms and dozed off against the wall.

Occasionally, the night watchman felt a chill, and he awoke, taking a casual glance at the sea.With a glance, he didn't realize what he saw at first, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to be sure that there really seemed to be a huge and terrifying black figure in the thick fog.

what is that?