hunting light

And being a surveillance spy is just one of the tasks.

Archbishop Xiali further said: "I also hope that you can establish a good relationship with the Duke of Oran as soon as possible, and convey to him the care and friendship of the Holy See of Xilin to him. He has the purest blood of the late emperor, and he is the only one in the entire empire. Outside the royal family, the person with the most noble lineage. Your brother Carol failed to get along with him, and my hope is placed on you. You can understand my painstaking efforts, right?"

Of course Ian could understand.

Not only did the emperor want to monitor the Duke of Oran who might threaten his sons and daughters, but the Holy See of Xilin also wanted to establish a good relationship with the former prince who was expected to aspire to the throne.

After all, the situation of the Holy See in Xilin is not as good as it used to be.

Following the transformation of the neighboring country Atlanta from an empire to a federation, after the religious revolution was carried out in a hurry, all the countries in the White Dragon constellation started religious movements one after another.

Monarchs and heads of state are no longer satisfied with obeying the command of the Holy See, let alone handing in expensive offerings.The status of the Holy See in Xilin has been threatened the most since the founding of the church.

Felix IV himself was a devout believer, but his sons and daughters grew up under the new trend of thought, and their attitude towards the Holy See was somewhat ambiguous.

In addition, the pope is also very old, and he has long thought of retiring.The Holy See is about to choose a successor.And the new pope, if nothing else, will be chosen among Archbishop Xiali and three other archbishops.

Winning the support of an heir, even a potential heir, is a heavyweight chip in the Pope's competition.

Archbishop Xiali is the theological tutor of the crown prince.In the Byron Empire, this meant a strong alliance between the two.Obviously, Archbishop Xiali was not satisfied, and set his sights on the distant Duke of Oran.

"Relax." Carol comforted his younger brother, "Just make friends with the Duke's family. Maybe the archbishop is worrying too much. I think His Royal Highness will ascend the throne smoothly. If we are too obvious now, I'm afraid it won't end well at that time."

And some words, Ian did not say it.

He is not as pure and innocent as his teachers and brothers thought. He was smart since he was a child, and he is familiar with history books, and he is very clear about all the power struggles and changes since the ancient earth.

Human beings have not made much progress in this regard for millions of years. The game of thrones has always followed the ancient rules, and no one can step on two boats at the same time without falling.

It would be fine if the duke had no intention of fighting for the throne.If he has this ambition and fails.Then, perhaps Archbishop Xiali can protect himself.And Ian, who is the direct contact person, may not end well.

On the way back to the church from the bishop's residence, the setting sun covered the entire hill.All the flowers are facing the setting sun, absorbing the last rays of light.

The sun has not yet set, but a bright blue moon can't wait to rise, competing for this piece of sky.

And they will all fall eventually, and no one can achieve eternal glory.

***

The church presided over by Ian is the same age as the ancient Parthenon Manor, and it was built by the first owner of the manor—a baron, using the same kind of stone.

The special snow crystal of Fryer star is loved by the nobility and the Holy See because of its hard texture and diamond shards in the snow white.Aristocratic mansions, churches, and statues of saints all like to use astral rocks to make them.

What else can show one's noble status and powerful power than a snow-white and crystal-clear mansion?

Compared with the gorgeous church, the clergy dormitory at the back is very simple.

The doctrine says: "Those who worship God must abide by poverty and live in poverty."

Therefore, there are no high-tech household appliances in Yi'an's dormitory, and all the furniture is half-old, not to mention the AI ​​assistant mechanical waiter, and even the light switches are manual models.

This dormitory is not big, and it can't even fit a four-door wardrobe.But the bedroom is connected to a small study.Outside the study, there is a large meadow with flowers in full bloom, extending down to the bay.

At night, the sea fog filled the air, and the tide repeatedly washed the coast.In front of the open window, snow-white lace screens flutter like the pure and soft wings of a holy angel.

The young priest was sitting at the desk, his handsome and fair face was clearly defined under the light.

In front of the optical brain, Ian was writing an email to Archbishop Xiali through an encrypted channel.

"Dear Archbishop Xiali, I hope you are well."

"It has been two weeks since I came to Parthenon Manor, and now I will tell you the details of what happened recently.

The Duke of Oran is really a very busy lord, as Brother Carol said.On the second day after I arrived, he went to a city in the southern hemisphere to deal with official business, and he has not returned yet.

The Duchess is a very hospitable hostess, pious and charitable.I often accept her invitation to go to the Parthenon Manor for afternoon tea and give a lecture to the Duchess.

And my work of teaching theology to the children of the Duke's family is also proceeding in an orderly manner.It's just that my students are slightly more than I thought..."

Ian stopped typing on the keyboard, raised his head and looked out the window.

Through the misty sea fog, there are only a few lights left on the manor house on the opposite side of the bay. Only the lighthouse on the small pier on the shore is shining with green light, like the eyes of elves in the dense forest.

The young priest curled his lips, and when there was no one around at the moment, he showed a youthful air that suited his age.

After Ian said that he could teach the class, the Duchess sent the children who were going to class to the church the next day-a total of eighteen!

Yes.Except for the Duke's own children, the Duchess sent all the children of the right age from her natal relatives, helping her natal family to enjoy the glory from the Holy See of Xilin.

But Ian was very happy to see the Duke's eldest son, the boy named Leonardo, in the crowd.

Leon was not the oldest of the children, but he was the tallest.He is a centimeter or two taller than the Duchess's 14-year-old nephew.Ian noticed his broad joints, palms, and big feet, and decided that the kid might grow taller than his father when he was an adult.

"Are you really only 12 years old?" Ian repeatedly confirmed.

Leon rolled his eyes impatiently: "Would you like me to take off my pants to show you, Father? The hair below me hasn't even grown yet."

The boys were in an uproar, winking and laughing.

"Leon, pay attention to your language!" A Beta girl reprimanded, with a condescending attitude.

But Leon disagreed.

The boy finally tidied up today. The white shirt and khaki overalls were worn in the correct way, and his blond hair was barely tamed, and it was attached to his well-shaped and beautiful head.

It's just that the bruises on his face still haven't disappeared, and the smell of medicine is exuding from his body.

The treatment cabin has long been popular among the upper class, and even the loss of an arm and a leg will restore your health within a few days.It is impossible that the Duke's family did not have a few sets.

Corleone's injury apparently did not receive special treatment.Is this a punishment from the duke?

"These children may have differences in intelligence and upbringing, but they are all very pure and pious." Ian continued, "The Duchess's natal family and in-laws are extremely loyal to the Holy See and full of yearning for the imperial capital. These are all in their There are obvious manifestations in the children of..."

Eighteen children packed the multimedia entertainment room next to the church, like a flock of winter birds.

Ian explained the scriptures and scriptures to them.

The 20-year-old young priest is a good storyteller.His voice is soft, his face is friendly, and the accent of the Holy See is heard in the children's ears, which is admirably mysterious and noble.

"...The greed of human beings finally angered the God of Creation, and he sent disasters to punish mankind. The earth was cracked and sunken, and the mountains and forests turned into seas of fire. People had nowhere to call home, and diseases spread. Those who made a deal with the devil gradually invaded Our home planet..."

Ian does not start from the creation of the world like other priests.He chose what he was most interested in in his childhood, a passage about the Holy Lord's navigation, as the beginning of the teaching.

With Ian waving his hand, the windows of the multimedia room automatically darkened, and the holographic image was projected high above everyone's heads.

The shocking scene is vivid: amidst the shaking of the earth, the devil crawls out of the abyss where the magma surges, and throws humans at him.The human who merged with the devil has a deformed appearance, and the roar of the beast is emitted from the mouth.The tsunami engulfed human cities, and the entire crust cracked and rolled, like a piece of unstable ice on the sea level...

The expressions of the children all changed suddenly.

"The Chuangshi God is also kind after all." Ian changed his style, "He finally forgave human beings. He created a goddess and five male gods, distributed his power to them, and ordered them Lead humans out of this territory that has been occupied by demons. One of them is our Holy Lord..."

"...The Holy Lord listened to the guidance of the Creator God, and led the fleet to sail the star sea. The pioneers spent tens of thousands of years of star voyage, multiplied for countless generations, and finally arrived at this giant whale constellation located on the edge of the Milky Way. "

"However, the demons did not let humans go. The demons' pursuit of humans has continued into space! This is a journey full of difficulties and obstacles. During the process, humans have faced the danger of extinction countless times—"

In the holographic image, a dark silver fleet is dealing with a space storm.

The berserk turbulence and distorted magnetic field possessed devastating power, like a huge mixer, it smashed many spaceships that had no time to dodge into pieces in a blink of an eye.

"The army of demons chased after them. They brought in turbulent currents and nebula storms, trying to destroy our fleet. They dug out black holes in space and threw the fleet out of space..."

The huge black hole is like a devil's mouth, devouring everything madly.The fleet fled desperately, but several spaceships still couldn't resist the strong suction, and were dragged into the abyss, where they were annihilated.

A low cry of panic resounded from among the children.

"The devil even detonated the stars, trying to blow up our ancestors in space!"

Following the sudden explosion of a planet, a gorgeous ring-shaped light burst out suddenly, and the death rays and shocks covered the entire space.Several spaceships that were too late to fly into the wormhole were destroyed.

The light of the explosion sprinkled from the sky, filled the entire classroom, and enveloped both the priest and the children.

There was a gasp in the classroom.

The explosion disappeared, replaced by a calm and serene nebula, like a graceful whale floating in the deep and vast ocean of space.

This is the new home of the Byron Empire and dozens of new human nations: the Great Cetus Nebula.

Ian said slowly: "Someone has calculated that the probability of our ancestors successfully reaching the giant cetus alive is one in a trillion! Children, we are all descendants of that one in a trillion miracle."

The children let out a neat exclamation.

"And all of this," Ian said with genuine emotion, "we all have to thank the Holy Lord for guiding us..."

"whispering sound--"

Eighteen childish and tender faces, seventeen pairs of focused eyes.

The only pair of misfit eyes belonged to Leonard Coleman.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Mr. Ji for his chapter push, Mr. Ji really has a big heart.

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