Throne of the North

After understanding that this book contained divinity, Ryan also opened his eyes wide.

But compared to these missionaries, it's still a little worse.

Archbishop Adriana said sincerely to Ryan:

"Baron Lane, you must be the one favored by our Lord. Perhaps you should not be a noble, but a devout believer. I believe that in the future, you will not be inferior to me, and you will even become a person faster than me." "Red."

Ryan's eyes became alert. What the hell, you don't want me to be a noble?

Thinking of himself who had just climbed out of bed, Ryan would never want to go to the Holy See.

It is said that devout believers must abstain from sex, but this is not acceptable.

"The archbishop is serious. I am of Clayton's blood and a baron of the empire."

Ryan refused righteously, leaving these missionaries helpless.

"This book... I can accept it."

Ryan said reluctantly, then spoke again.

"But this book is not of great value to a noble like me, so you still need to compensate me with other things."

After hearing the Dawn Bible under Ryan, the archbishop in front of him pretended that he had not heard what was behind him and glanced at a missionary, who took out a crystal ball the size of his head from somewhere.

Inside the crystal ball, there are thirty transparent glass tubes. They should not be glass, Ryan thought, but at least they are similar products, storing milky white liquid.

"This is thirty portions of holy water, which can heal all injuries. Even if the heart is pierced, as long as the person is not completely dead, the glory of our Lord can save the person."

They are all missionaries, and theoretically every missionary has an obligation, which is to preach as the name implies.

What is the reason why the Holy See has been successful for so many years? It's because in this world where human life is so worthless, the Holy See's healing skills are the best doctors in the world.

Holy water is the best version of healing. Of course, these missionaries who come from afar to preach will not be without this kind of thing.

In short, it is very precious.

Ryan happily accepted thirty portions of holy water, and then called out not far away.

"Beard!"

…

The wind and snow are freezing. In this hot summer, the sky in the north is still windy and white snow is howling.

A group of several people were walking in the rugged and winding foothills. Beard's face was a little pale. Fortunately, the magic dropped by the missionary next to him protected him from being hurt by the cold winter.

Finally, the group came to a depression. Under the white snow, some ashes could be vaguely seen.

This place is not disturbed by the wind and snow, so it is a peaceful place. Many wild beasts choose to die here before dying, so there are many skeletons of wild beasts around.

"This is it."

Beard said, pointing to the ashes.

"In the Tundra Territory, there is nothing that my father doesn't know, so we discovered Father Buffett. He arranged for us to bring him here, cremate him and bury him. He said that this is the tradition of the Holy See, and it heralds the great god. Determination to resist the cold winter in the north."

"Of course his followers will turn into blazing flames to fight against the cold wind and snow."

There is a tradition of ghosts, even the Holy See is willing to bury them in peace.

But when they thought about Baron Lane understanding the meaning of the Bible sentence at a glance, these missionaries, who had already been boosted in favorability, did not complain at all, and were even very pleased.

"My Lord Baron is right. Our Lord's glory will never fall against the frost in the north. Naturally, we as believers do the same."

"But this is not the tradition of the Holy See. Alas, the Empire is too far away from the Holy See. The Baron does not understand the greatness of the Holy See at all."

The missionary was a little sad.

"Even if Father Buffett's body is still there, it cannot be returned to the Holy Mountain of the Holy See. Perhaps, this is the best outcome for him."

The wavy red-haired Archbishop looked at Butler Beard.

"Did Baron Ryan really say this?"

"certainly."

"Perhaps...this is why he can interpret the divine language easily."

"Perhaps, the reason why our Lord has never been able to wake up is because the Holy See has never done anything to truly help our Lord over the years."

The archbishop said this in his heart, feeling a lot of affection for Ryan.

She looked at the eternal wind and snow in the north, and it seemed that... something had changed in her heart.

"By the way, since Lord Baron has discovered Father Buffett a long time ago, why didn't you tell us before?"

One of the missionaries was a little puzzled. He was the oldest, and he had also taken out the holy water and handed it to Ryan before.

"Why!"

"What do you know? My master is not without enemies in the empire. If others find out that we cremated the missionary's body in accordance with the tradition of the Holy See, wouldn't it give them a clue?"

"The day Count Weiss left, my master was very scared."

For a moment, several missionaries felt a little guilty. Indeed, the suppression of the Holy See within the empire was too severe.

They heard that the once prosperous Gargoyle Count family had not made its voice heard on the mainland for many years. They even saw Gargoyles becoming the other party's guards in the territory of Marquis Beifeng.

That was the life closest to an angel, a friend of the Holy See.

Now he had to please Marquis Beifeng in order to gain the empire's trust.

"The glory of my Lord will surely illuminate this dark land."

The missionaries chanted in silence, with pious hearts.

On the other side, the archbishop had released the magic, and the light that covered hundreds of meters was reduced to less than ten meters, covering the ashes under the snow.

After a long time, the archbishop's eyes were angry.

"Archbishop, how did Father Buffett die?"

Bilde also opened his eyes wide. He wanted to see clearly how these clergy of the Holy See knew the truth about the death of the priest. The master was very interested in this matter.

As a butler, he certainly showed twelve points of enthusiasm for this.

It's just that after watching for a long time, he didn't understand the meaning of this magic.

"Father Buffett...died of heart bleeding, something pierced his heart."

"His time of death...cannot be explored."

The magic is not omnipotent, and the archbishop can only get this little information.

She looked at the ashes buried in the snow.

It's a pity that if the body is still there, the exact time of death can be known, and the error will not even exceed two hours.

But now she doesn't care so much about this matter.

"Someone killed Father Buffett."

...

"Is this magic so powerful?"

Ryan was extremely surprised. If most of the missionaries of the Church can release this magic, wouldn't everyone be a forensic doctor?

"But, dying from a pierced heart, why does this sound so familiar?"

Ryan looked at his chest. He once had a wound that pierced his heart.