In the hot summer wind, Huai Shi couldn't help but take off his dog skin hat and start fanning himself.
He was a little surprised.
In the blink of an eye, he went from the Central Siberian Plateau to the other side of the Russian Federation?
Is it that magical?
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the church in front of him before he reacted, "Where is this?"
"Yekaterinburg," the priest said, "You are in the Blood Dripping Church, which belongs to the Russian Federation."
Huai Shi suddenly felt numb again.
All the important offices and branches of the Russian Federation were in the form of churches throughout the country or overseas, especially in industrial areas like the Ural region. The importance of the Blood Dripping Church, which was second to none in the capital, was obvious.
Why was he suddenly thrown in front of the Public Security Bureau?
Did he commit a crime again?
Forget about that dog Russell smuggling himself in, he even implicated him!
He subconsciously wanted to say three words in a row, but before he introduced himself, he reacted. That's not right. Even if he didn't go through customs, as an action member of the Astronomical Society and a special military officer, he had the right to pass through the present territory.
As long as he was in the present territory, the national border was almost nothing to him. At most, he could send a text message to the local branch to report.
What's there to be afraid of!
He coughed awkwardly and asked, "Well, where is the old man who came with me?"
"The bishop and Mr. Russell have something important to discuss," the priest replied politely. "Please wait for a moment, how about I entertain you?"
Bishop …
The corner of Huai Shi's eyes twitched.
Well, this wave was directly intercepted by the higher-ups of the Russian Federation. The old bastard Russell was happy to have his boat capsized.
But since the other party didn't throw a cup as a signal and jump out 300 Holy Knights to sharpen their knives, it meant that he was still safe. As for Russell … Worrying about him was better than worrying about whether he had turned off the tap when he went out!
After he sorted out the situation in front of him, he instantly calmed down.
His gaze turned back to the middle-aged priest in black with a beard in front of him. He realized that the ordinary-looking priest in front of him was actually wearing a sword-shaped holy emblem.
He really was a Templar Knight!
"Excuse me, may I know your name?" Huai Shi stretched out his hand.
"Alexi Antonov. Just call me Alexi."
The priest shook his hand and turned around to lead the way. "Please follow me."
In this way, he led Huai Shi all the way to the door of the church. After passing through the hall, he turned right and walked to the back hall. Along the way, Huai Shi also saw many believers praying and tourists excitedly taking photos as souvenirs.
It was hard to imagine that such a place was actually an important town and branch of a system.
"Are there usually so many people here?" Huai Shi asked.
"After all, it's a famous tourist attraction. There will be more tourists during the holidays, but those who come are all believers, so it's not good to reject them. Moreover, this is also a necessary way to expand our influence and recruit new blood. "
Alexi explained calmly and opened the elevator door for Huai Shi.
When the door opened again, he saw an office-like hall with staff coming in and out, as well as cubicles. It was quite a corporate atmosphere.
However, everyone here more or less wore rosary beads and holy emblems on their bodies. Even if there were no slogans on the wall, and there were not many religious displays, the atmosphere was still strong.
Noticing Huai Shi, who looked like a bear strolling through the streets, many people did not find it strange. Many people even greeted Aleksey. It could be seen that he was highly regarded and had a high level of authority.
"Orthodoxy." Huai Shi sighed. "This is the first time I've seen it."
"It's just faith. In front of Celestial genealogy, there's nothing strange about it," Alexi replied calmly.
Aleksey answered calmly and opened the door for him. In the lounge, there was already a new set of clothes on the table. From the inside to the outside, including the shoes.
"There's not much time. We only had time to find these clothes from the warehouse. If the size is not suitable, please let me know. I'll come back later. The WIFI password is on the wall. Please don't hesitate to serve the tea and snacks on the table."
After considerately leaving Huai Shi some personal space, Alexi closed the door for him.
Huai Shi was left in the room looking around.
It was obvious that this was a guest room specially used to entertain guests. The decoration was simple, revealing the usual simplicity of the Russian Federation. It was also very clean and spotless.
After changing his clothes, Huai Shi stuffed the messy clothes into his bag, sat on the sofa, and pulled out a holy book from the bookshelf next to him to read.
It had not changed at all from four hundred years ago.
After pretending to be Van Helsing for so long, Huai Shi could recite it backwards. Needless to say, staying in this room was quite familiar. After four hundred years, even the display of the guest room had not changed much, except for the addition of the WIFI.
After all, it was the orthodox inheritance of the Holy Spirit pedigree …
Hundreds of years ago, when the rancher was born and the gods fell, the Holy Spirit pedigree also fell apart.
During that chaotic period, the predecessor of the Astronomical Society, the Pioneer Society, united the major pedigrees to re-establish the foundation of the present realm, thus forming the embryonic form of the Astronomical Society.
The Holy Spirit pedigree also ushered in a complete split.
After Rome inherited the heritage, they chose to learn from their mistakes and unified the important components of the Roman pedigree, the Greek pedigree, and so on. They formed the 'Pantheon' system led by the Hall of Kings, which isolated the rancher's spying and interference.
Another part of the priests who were unwilling to disintegrate the 'God of Nothingness' guarded the relics and heritage of the Holy Spirit pedigree, resisting the erosion of the abyss. They gradually fell into madness, or turned into fanatics of the rancher.
In the end, after the leaders of the many churches held the fourth conference in history in Constantinople, they decided to move to the east.
Under the escort of the Knights Templar, the priests carried the last heritage of the Holy Spirit pedigree and the remains of the saints and began to move eastward.
In the end, they re-established their foothold in this land.
Now, it had become the official body of the Russian Federation pedigree.
After inheriting the essence of the Holy Spirit pedigree and most of the relics, the Russian Federation pedigree could be said to have a deep heritage, especially among the various pedigrees, the number one military equipment.
According to statistics, the resident major Sublimator Knights and the blessed armored priest legion had more than 100,000 people, not to mention the other reserve troops and the reserve priests in various temples all over the country.
Without such a large scale, it would not be able to support the crusade against the rancher every 20 years.
To a certain extent, the birth of the Celestial genealogy was also influenced by the Russian Federation.
After all, this group of people used practical actions to prove that as long as one had enough cultivation, even the position of nothingness could be turned into a divine seat. Using an Origin Code like the Sacred Scripture to create a Sacred Spirit was truly breathtaking.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
When Aleksey returned, he brought a full set of documents for Huai Shi, including a passport and a driver's license. "In the following time, you can move freely in Yekaterinburg. If you don't like to be alone, we also have a driver and an assistant for you. "
"Uh, no need."
Huai Shi waved his hand. "I'll just stay here."
Although he did not want to care about Russell's affairs, the old bastard was still his direct leader and teacher. After he disappeared, Huai Shi was not in the mood to wander around.
It was better to just lie in the room and have a good rest and wait for news.
After all, even if the negotiations with Russell fell through, he would not lose a single hair.
Aleksey thought for a moment and nodded. "In that case, since it's rare for you to come here, why don't I be the tour guide and show you around the Blood Dripping Church?"
"Ah, this …" Huai Shi was stunned. "Is this appropriate?"
"You are the bishop's guest, of course."
Aleksey smiled and opened the door for him.
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At the same time, Russell heard the sound of the door closing behind him.
As the cold wind dissipated into the void, the old man, whose face was covered in snow and ice, was thrown into a chair.
In the solemn and cold church, the door was tightly shut.
Under the faint sunlight from the stained glass window, he saw the back of the figure standing on the altar.
It was so familiar.
After a moment of silence, he coughed awkwardly. "Long time no see, Katja."
"Call me Catherine the Bishop — Russell. Are we so close?"
When the female monk turned her head, her expression showed a trace of indifference and alienation.
She did not look old, about thirty years old. Her long hair was fiery red. She was in the prime of her life and made people instinctively feel close to her. But at this moment, it made people feel uneasy.
Because that pair of gray eyes were filled with coldness and scrutiny.
It was like a strict mother holding a pointer and facing a child who had made a mistake.
Russell subconsciously leaned back and forced a smile. "Don't say that, Katja. I haven't seen you for so many years. How have you been?"
"As long as you're not here, I'm very good."
Catherine the Bishop said coldly. "It seems that you've been doing well."
"How can I be doing well? I'm all alone in the ivory tower. My students are disobedient, my subordinates are inconsiderate, and they always misunderstand me. "
Russell sighed helplessly. "I only feel happy when I'm drunk occasionally. Sometimes when I'm reading, I think of you. I've kept the books you left behind."
"Are you just starting to cater to my interests? Isn't it a little late? "
Catherine the Bishop sneered. "Everyone knows that you're only interested in pornographic books."
"People change, Katja."
Russell refuted. "I can change too. Why don't you believe me?"
Without waiting for Catherine the Bishop to speak, the old man slowly stood up. His cloudy eyes stared at his long-lost girlfriend and he sighed hoarsely.
"'No misfortune can be compared to losing time', right?"
He said. "Katja, we've missed too much …"
"Come on, Russell. “
Catherine the Bishop replied indifferently. "No matter how you feed the wolf, its heart will always be with the forest. Believing that a person like you has feelings is the biggest mistake I've ever made!"
"I've also made a mistake, haven't I? It's the biggest regret of my life to sit back and watch you walk towards conversion. But everything is irreversible. "
Russell sighed. After a moment of silence, he suddenly recited softly. "It's said that Lavretsky once went to the remote monastery where Lisa lived in seclusion and saw her.
When she was going from one choir seat to another, she walked past him with the regular, hurried and respectful steps of a nun. She didn't even look at him. Her eyelashes trembled slightly when she looked at him … What did they think? What did they feel? Who knows? Who can say? "
Just like that, Russell slowly walked forward as he recalled the words in the famous poem. He gently held her hands and said in a low voice, "Katja, there are such brief moments in life, such feelings …"
Bang!
A low muffled sound burst out. Russell's emotional recitation came to an abrupt end. He widened his eyes and mouth in disbelief. Slowly, he knelt on the ground.
Catherine the Bishop pulled her hand out and tidied the creases on her nun's dress.
The slender leg that had just delivered a vicious blow to Russell's crotch had once again disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never moved.
"This angle is much more pleasing to the eye. Why didn't I notice it before?"
Catherine the Bishop lowered her head and looked down at the old man. She sneered, "Let's end the boring reading session, Russell."
She said, "It's time to talk about the old grudges between us —"
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