After Becoming The Tyrant - Chapter 133

“It’s coming, it’s coming.”

Outside St. Louis’ Cathedral, there was a commotion among the onlookers.

Rosa cavalry came from the other end of the long street in the light of the sky. Their armor was shining, their right hand with iron gloves was on the hilt of the sword, and their left hand was holding a sharp spear. In front of the rose cavalry, who had experienced many bloody battles, the Civil Guard, who had been surrounded by the crowd and had some complacency, had a short head out of thin air.

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

Not far from St. Westminster Abbey, you can see the window clearly on the street. At this time, there are some noble adults standing. It’s not so “aristocratic” to sneak behind the window to spy, but now the aristocracy of METZL has been harassed by their king – a villain who would throw people to the guillotine anytime, anywhere!

Today’s nobles have long learned not to easily set foot in the place where the rose cavalry haunts when they can’t guarantee that the king won’t suddenly order and drag out one of them to chop.

In particular, the nobles had already experienced the hardships of the citizens.

We all know that Archbishop Anil standing in front of us is just a cover, and the one behind us is holding the ball of Legrand. From the beginning of the abolition of purgatory creed, the hands cruelly let many people’s heads fall to the ground. Earlier, Earl OKU, who was the most irascible and pious, led his cousin and son to try to prevent the king from executing the Archbishop of St. Wes, so he was still meditating in the merenta.

The ten o’clock struck on time.

Archbishop Anil led his followers, dressed in black, to come out of the guard of the rose cavalry.

“I’ve come to ask you, Monsieur bishop.” The priest said, “if we don’t even revere the Pope, who will guard our barren souls who have no place to rest?”

“Do we believe in the Lord or the mortals who blaspheme His Majesty?” Archbishop Anil asked, “we have been clearly taught in the holy book that even if the Pope makes a mistake, we still have to fight against it and make it right according to the holy book. Do you believe that the Pope is superior to the Lord? ”

“The holy book has given Peter a treasure ship, and Peter has given two knives to the Pope. He is the spokesman of the Lord in the world, and he respects him as much as the priest we love.”

“Then why don’t we see what the popes have done?” Archbishop Anil said, “if the city is now the Pope, shouldn’t they serve the world in the way of the Lord, otherwise why should they be called servants of the servants? But they didn’t do that. ”

His student, father Miller, launched the open letter to Legrand believers, which he had already written.

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

“…… Pope, he claims that he alone has the right to read the holy book. What’s the meaning of the holy book given to us by the Lord? Let’s burn the holy book and be content with the Holy Spirit Bay. The gentlemen think that they have the Holy Spirit, but in fact, only the devout believers have the Holy Spirit [1]

“the Lord has given us his wisdom. The holy book is his open embrace to the world, from which all devout and faithful people can find the way to salvation. The Pope held the holy book firmly with his hand, like a greedy goshawk clasping the door of faith, in order to worship himself… ”

……

This is an open book unprecedented in the field of theology.

It was written by theologians represented by Archbishop Anil and historians represented by count worry. First of all, based on theology, Archbishop Anil attacked the most well-known papal privilege one by one from the right of reading holy books. After the Pope’s privilege was severely denounced as ridiculous, he began to trace the development of papal rights one by one with a slightly relaxed attitude, and all the accompanying lies in the process of development.

The crowd gradually quieted down.

The poor people, businessmen and little nobles began to feel uneasy, which was mixed with some vague agitation.

“…… Take the strength of both sides of the Straits to support those who wear triple crowns with the money donated by the richest monasteries and territories. However, this crown of his is put on for himself with shameful lies. He himself has an income of 400000 to 500000 DUT, but he greedily let his 3000 secretaries continue to collect money in the name of “annual contribution” and “atonement voucher”. These money in the name of holy Peter can’t fill their bottomless greed, and is added to their ambition of continuous expansion. ”

Father Miller’s voice grew louder and louder, echoing in front of the Holy Church.

Under the sky, in the shadow of the cross, young and old monks hold up the cross in their hands and make a silent accusation.

Before that, no one had pointed so clearly to the lofty holy court, pointing out that the owner of the triple crown, who used to judge in the name of heresy, was the real culprit.

More than a thousand years of faith is collapsing, there is no such fear and hesitation, people look at each other, in front of the Lord at a loss, like a child. They have a vague sense of what is right and what is right. However, the thought that they have accepted since childhood makes them instinctively feel resistance and fear.The Civil Guard is down.

The birds dare not fly.

Just as the crowd became silent, a flexible figure came out near father Miller and rushed towards him with lightning speed.

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

“What are the so-called atonement certificates they sell? Is it redemption? No, it’s their greed and evil, which is better than any greedy person in the world. They make us stupid because they fear that we know the truth. They also used fire or force to punish those who had different opinions… ”

In a flash of cold light, the dagger in the assassin’s hand was blocked by a long gun.

“But is that enough? Magma will eventually break through the earth’s crust, and the lies of paper and grass will be burned by the dangerous fire they play with. ”

The knight’s spear trembled lightly, knocking the assassin unconscious before he wanted to take poison. Immediately someone came up and did it, as if there was no such episode.

“…… It is the duty of all devout people to denounce the above crimes. ”

Father Miller’s words fell to the ground.

Out of the crowd came an old professor from the Royal College of history, who wore a sword badge on his chest and lit the woodpile with his thin hands. The rose cavalry separated, and a group of young students in classical robes followed them out. They added wood one by one to the woodpile.

The more the fire burns, the bigger the tongue of fire rises, and the heat distorts the space.

There was silence.

Archbishop Anil went to the fire, and firmly threw a collection of orders into the burning fire: “the eternal fire will judge everything, and all sins will be punished.”

In the silence, the set of orders representing the supreme authority of the spiritual kingdom was swallowed by the tongue of fire, and the smoke began to rise.

His followers followed, throwing in the books of the guardians and the Pope.

“And this one!”

In the solemn scene, a businessman squeezed out of the crowd, holding several atonement certificates.

The atonement certificate was thrown into the fire by him.

Smoke billowed up, the sky was cloudless, and the sun almost forced people to bake the earth.

The fire lasted almost all morning, as a steady stream of people came to throw things related to the Pope into the fire. After all the imperial edicts were reduced to ashes, a mischievous ghost took the lead in singing a funeral song to the ashes.

Archbishop Anil looked at the ashes in silence, did not stop them, but sighed and turned away.

Everything twisted in the fire and turned to ashes.

………………

“Which family is it?”

In his study, the king read Charles’s letter and listened to the report of the housekeeper. The assassination that took place during the burning of the edict seemed to have been his guess from the beginning.

“The Mason family.”

Answered the housekeeper.

For a moment, the king thought that the Maison family’s territory was mainly in the central coastal area of Legrand, and one of the ports happened to be outside the influence of the winter and summer monsoon. The Mason family has always done a good job in shipping, but according to the investigation of the king’s financial officials, the other side seems to have covered up the tariff.

The king made a mark beside the Mason family on the list of nobles in his heart.

“What about the others?”

The housekeeper reported to the king the noble members who had been involved in inciting 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 order book. It was the king’s bait. Now some small fish have taken the bait. But what’s more important is not the fish, but the other side –

Charles, they’re going to attack.

The housekeeper took a look at the sky and gently advised the king that it was time to rest.

The king listened to his advice and put down his pen. He took a look at the northeast.

………………

Unlike the cloudless city of METZL, Legrand, the lowland alliance’s hawkbeak Bay was dark.

Night has come, there are mountains of dark clouds in the sky, not to mention the moon, even a star can not be seen. As one of the most important harbors in lowland countries, Yingzui Bay is now shrouded in a depressing darkness, and sporadic lights are particularly lonely. And near the dock, there are resting boats.

The tall lighthouse was on alone, but now the sea was covered with thick fog, and the light of the lighthouse was pitifully weak.

The night watchman yawned in the lighthouse.

He dozed with his hands around the wall.

By chance, the night watchman felt a chill. He woke up and took a casual look at the sea. At first, he didn’t realize what he saw. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that there was a terrible shadow in the thick fog.

What’s that?