When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

In early September, the High Fort still held some heat from August, but this heat dissipated along with the rolling floods.

Two tributaries branched off from the Honey River downstream.

The Colo River flows west towards Langsander County, and the Silver Midge River runs through Upper and Lower Reaver County, rejoining the Nauan River.

At the intersection of Sian Mountain and King's Avenue, there is a raised flat-topped hill known as Angel Plateau.

On the Angel Plateau, on the bank of the Silver Midge River, lies the capital of Upper Reaver County, the location of the High Fort, the cathedral of the Upper Reaver Diocese.

A continuous stretch of red-roofed houses, a ten-story square white stone tower, tree-lined avenues with carriages parked, and ubiquitous a chinese character -shaped crosses.

Among them, the golden a chinese character -shaped cross on the cathedral dome is the most dazzling.

Although most of Upper Reaver County has been flooded, there is no sense of tension on the streets of High Fort.

The people of High Fort are not afraid of floods, not only because High Fort stands on a high platform in the river bay, but also because the hedgerow weirs upstream divert the floodwaters in other directions.

On the cobblestone streets of High Fort, citizens are still chatting, monks are still hurrying past with scriptures in their arms, and vendors are still pushing carts through the streets.

The only difference is that there are more and more ragged vagrants and refugees outside High Fort.

"Squeak—squeak—"

Closing the glass casement window, he shut the dying struggle of the summer cicadas outside.

Secretary Canon Bonnerd of the High Fort Cathedral listened carefully for a while, making sure not to disturb the prayer of High Fort Bishop Barnifos in the prayer room, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Wait a moment."

Barnifos's soft and kind voice came from inside the door.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Bonnerd had no complaints and waited patiently at the door for almost ten minutes.

A hearty sigh came from inside the door, followed by a rustling sound.

The young nun walked out of the room, her brownish-red hair sticking to her flushed face with sweat.

The nun nodded shyly and friendly to Bonnerd, who pointed to her red lips, reminding her that there were still white traces on the corners of her mouth that had not been wiped clean.

After the nun left, Bonnerd immediately entered the prayer room and carefully closed the door.

The prayer room was not large, with only two small windows, and the dim candlelight made everything appear blurry, even the large icon in the center of the room looked gloomy.

High Fort Archbishop Barnifos was standing in front of the icon of Messala, still savoring the inner peace and relief after prayer.

Barnifos looked to be in his forties, but his short hair was completely white. He didn't have a beard, only a circle of blue stubble around his mouth.

The archbishop wore the simplest linen robe, without any decorative patterns, and unlike other bishops, he did not wear a silver chain a chinese character -shaped cross on his chest, but an oak a chinese character -shaped cross strung with a thin rope.

Perhaps because it had been touched too much, the bottom of this oak a chinese character -shaped cross had been rubbed into a rounded, teardrop-like shape.

"How is it going?" Barnifos had a gentle smile on his face.

"Your Excellency Barnifos, news from Flystream Fort, Abbot Huanno has undergone a church trial and is now facing 4 heresy rulings and 91 pagan rulings, but Abbot Huanno has not been present.

But if he hides in his base of Kashia County, no one can touch him unless they want to cause a civil war between the Holy See and the monastic orders."

"Alas, an abbot is facing so many accusations, which is really undignified. Why can't we sit down and talk?" Barnifos shook his head gently, looking compassionate.

"The conflict between the two Excellencies is probably not something that can be resolved by sitting down and talking.

If His Excellency Constance agrees to His Excellency Huanno's request, countless clerics will point their fingers and scold him.

His family will lose all face in the local area, be disgraced, and ridiculed. At least under his watch, he will not allow Huanno's proposal to pass," Bonnerd shook his head with a wry smile.

Huanno's proposal is actually very simple.

First, deprive some imperial nobles of their privileges in the Thousand River Valley. Regardless of whether they are from the Thousand River Valley, everyone is equal, and there should be no commercial exemptions or amnesty.

Second, allow clerics from the Thousand River Valley to be promoted to the rank of bishop. So far, no one from the Thousand River Valley has reached the ecclesiastical rank above priest.

Third, designate Shelley City, the place of martyrdom of Saint Shelley, as one of the pilgrimage sites to facilitate the pilgrimage of the people of the Thousand River Valley.

However, each of these involves the interests of a large number of imperial nobles and clerics.

As for Huanno's countermeasures, he has mobilized the public book farmers and refugees, who spontaneously go to the mountains, hold sacraments in the mountains, and even secretly assassinate nobles and armed farmers.

This has led to a large amount of farmland being abandoned, and refugees spontaneously establish camps in the mountains and reclaim new fields.

In any case, as long as these refugees do not openly break out into conflict and do not really harm the lives of nobles at the level of bishop or earl, the Holy See is unlikely to intervene.

After all, the monastic orders are also part of the church, and Huanno is a monk of considerable status in the monastic system.

The red-robed masters in Holy See City are also afraid of another split between the northern and southern churches that occurred hundreds of years ago.

"Alas, His Excellency Constance, clearly everyone is a monk, why are you still thinking about family matters? I don't have such worldly desires."

After continuing to sigh for a while, Barnifos continued to ask, "Are the rabbits we raise still healthy?"

"Of the three litters of rabbits we raised, one litter was flooded and has not been contacted yet.

One litter has been successfully harvested and will be sent to High Fort soon.

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Another litter ran down the mountain and ate all the grass in a village, leaving only one small blade of grass alive."

"Oh, that's so unfortunate, so so so unfortunate." Barnifos drew a a chinese character on his forehead, "In that case, send the child to the Children's Crusade."

"As you wish."

"When will the new batch of rabbit meat arrive? In a while, I will be receiving a distinguished guest, and rabbit meat would be a good dish."

"It will definitely arrive tomorrow."

"Well, also transfer a barrel of Blue Blood Wine from the warehouse. It's still from last year, very fresh, and the taste is different from ordinary Blue Blood Wine." Barnifos had a look of enjoyment on his face, as if he had already tasted the Blue Blood Wine.

But Bonnerd felt a little nauseous.

Barnifos stepped forward, took the scroll from Bonnerd's hand, and spread it out on the table, reading it scroll after scroll.

His eyes were clear and his speed was extremely fast. He quickly finished reading all the scrolls and left brief annotations.

Putting the quill back into the ink bottle, Barnifos tapped his temple and chuckled, "I'm getting old, my memory is declining. Bonnerd, have you investigated the Durdaff affair?"

"I was just about to tell you that the Shadowless Man returned this morning. Gulag Monastery was indeed occupied by the rebel party, and Father Durdaff's life and death are unknown, but they seem to have elected a pope themselves?"

"A pope? My Messala! That's really ignorant, I'm so angry!" Barnifos couldn't help but smile, "Sometimes, I really don't know what new surprises these Thousand River Valley people can give me... new tricks!"

Bonnerd bowed and collected the scrolls, standing aside again: "Then, we..."

"Of course, we will send troops to suppress them. Since these secret party rebels want to send me such a great gift, why shouldn't I accept it?" Barnifos stood up and paced back and forth on the Western-style Bessi carpet.

Bonnerd stood quietly aside, waiting for Barnifos's reply.

"Like this, when the water recedes a little, don't send too many people. Two teams of armored soldiers, fifty night watchmen will be enough, and then grab a hundred peasant soldiers and refugee soldiers, that will be enough."

The so-called spending money should be spent wisely. Sending too many people would cost a lot, and the banquet would not be easy to organize.

Barnifos took out a piece of white paper, quickly wrote a few lines on it, signed his name, and handed it to Bonnerd.

"Take this transfer order to find Militia Captain Quincy. Oh, remember to spread the word, saying that this group of secret party members numbers as many as ten thousand, and I, the noble and humble sinner Barnifos, will personally crusade and destroy them!"

"How can your noble body personally..."

"Bonnerd, you are a smart young man. My personal crusade does not mean I have to go to the battlefield.

Let Quincy carry my banner and let the citizens see, know my bravery, who cares if I really went or not?"

ps There will be another chapter tonight, a little later.

ps2 Note that the Messala religion in this book is completely fictional and has no real prototype. Please do not substitute it for any real-world religion.