Rooney looked at the many fanatical believers of the Church of Light along the way and felt the influence and control of the Church in every country. In the past, these things had nothing to do with him. After all, he had built his empire with the help of the Church of Light.
But things were different now. He was the king of the Kingdom of Rosa d 'Oro. As a monarch, he certainly did not want to have such an existence above him that could control him at will. Even the succession of the throne and coronation were controlled by the Church of Light.
But the Church of Light was so powerful that all countries could not resist. They could only acquiesce. Under these circumstances, the influence of the Church of Light among the people was still so great. Wouldn't he, the king, become a puppet?
"The Church of Light."
Rooney sat in the carriage and silently muttered the name. He closed his eyes. He had heard that the baptism ceremony was a way for God to tell the Church of Light that they could control the power of God. It was called the Divine Arts. If that was the case, the power of the Church of Light would once again expand. If this continued, would there still be room for the kings and nobles to survive in a few years?
Rooney was deeply worried. Depending on where one sat and how one stood, one's thoughts would change drastically. On his way to St. Sarl City, Rooney had developed a strong sense of fear and disgust towards the Church of Light.
At this moment, the battle for the selection of saints in St. Sarl City had ended. There were winners and losers. This battle had also reshuffled the upper echelons of the Church of Light. Many people had been defeated in this battle and had chosen to step down or be exiled.
As the baptism ceremony and the new year approached, the whole of St. Sarl City was decorated with lanterns and streamers. There was a carnival atmosphere. In the main hall of the Temple of Light, the hundreds of stairs outside and the large square below were full of believers praying.
The prayer ceremony had begun half a month ago. Not only the clergy of the Church, but all the believers in St. Sarl City would come to pray. There were so many people that one couldn't see the end of them from the top of the temple. But even with so many people, not a single sound was made. It was as if a mysterious atmosphere had permeated the whole of St. Sarl City.
Music resounded in the Divine Hall, and the holy hymns never stopped. Within a radius of several miles of the Divine Hall, it seemed to have become the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth in people's imagination, a paradise on earth. Those who knelt and prayed here seemed to be able to feel the light of God shining on them.
Even at night, the entire temple, square, and all the nearby roads were brightly lit. These believers were unwilling to leave, and the solemn and peaceful atmosphere became more and more intense. The many guests who had rushed to San Sal could also feel this power.
When Rooney hurriedly arrived at St. Sarl City, he left his cavalry outside and only led a few guards into the city. Under the guidance of a black-robed priest, they were accommodated. Rooney immediately expressed his desire to immediately meet the legendary Pope Hodap and Her Highness the Saintess. However, the black-robed priest told him to wait for Hodap's summons the next day.
Although the black-robed priest was more polite, and there were no problems with the accommodations and etiquette, this still made Rooney feel extremely humiliated. He was a dignified king, the head of the royal family of a country, and yet he had come all the way here to wait for the Church of Light to confer and crown him. Only then could he be considered a true king.
Moreover, he couldn't immediately meet Pope Hodap, and the one who received him was actually a little black-robed priest. This was a huge blow to the arrogant and complacent Rooney, who had just ascended to the throne.
It turned out that in the eyes of the Church of Light, his status as the King was only so-so. He didn't receive any attention at all. After being too arrogant about his status, he discovered that the situation had been completely reversed. A strong sense of humiliation suddenly surged in Rooney's heart.
Rooney wanted to turn around and leave, but with the chaotic situation in the country and the many nobles who were dissatisfied with him, Rooney needed the power of the Church of Light to help him stabilize the situation. Rooney was very clear about this. Reason controlled his actions, but the seeds of dissatisfaction had long been planted in his heart.
"Perhaps I should try to meet those people who came to contact me before."
Pope Hodap was sitting in the hall of the spacious temple, receiving a middle-aged man with a pale face. This man was the nephew of Elliot VII, the current emperor of the Crete Empire, Elliot VIII. When he had inherited the throne, Elliot VIII had only been a delicate young man. Now, he had gradually entered middle age, and he looked like he had aged very quickly.
Compared to his uncle, Elliot VII, Elliot VIII wasn't courageous enough. He wasn't brave or astute. It could be said that he was completely useless. Back then, even if Elliot VII had been ousted from his throne by the Church of Light and hanged in front of everyone, he still wouldn't have been able to become Emperor.
However, at that time, Pope Hodap had taken a liking to him. Amidst the protests and rebellions of the Crete Empire's nobles, he had supported him with iron and blood to become emperor. This was the beginning of the rise of the Church of Light.
If Elliot VIII had lost the support of the Church of Light, it would have been impossible for him to sit in his current position. Once he lost power, countless people would want to pull him down from that position. Elliot VIII also understood his own abilities and abilities. He and the Church of Light were one, and he was always hugging the thigh of the Church of Light.
"Your Majesty, I heard that your health has not been very good recently. Oh, this is not good news. You are still a young man, unlike me, who is an old bag of bones. You must pay attention to your health."
The Pope held his scepter, and after a set of daily meeting etiquette, he intimately brought Elliot VIII to sit down in the conference hall. Elliot VIII and Hodap were also very familiar with each other. "There is no problem. The weather is cold, and there is heavy snow in the north. My old illness is acting up again."
Elliot VIII looked left and right, then cautiously said to Hodap, "Your Holiness the Pope, have you heard any news recently?"
Hodap glanced at Elliot VIII and said, "What news?"
Elliot said softly, "The Council of Nobles."
Hodap laughed and said, "Your Majesty, you don't have to be too careful. You are now in St. Sarl City of the Kingdom of the Church of Light, inside the Temple of Light. This place belongs to the Church of Light, and no enemy can infiltrate this place. Furthermore, the Church of Light is not afraid of those small characters hiding in the shadows."
"Of course I've heard of the Noble Parliament. When they were first established, I've already sent people to investigate them. Although it's still unclear what kind of people they're made up of, we definitely won't take them seriously. I'll let them know that the power of God is unstoppable."
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