A church, a church that he built with his own hands.
When Wright set off, he never thought that he would return to this place so quickly. He never thought that he would lose the favor of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.
Losing his supernatural power and identity as an Extraordinary was nothing to Wright. Power was just a tool. Before he obtained this tool, he lived as an ordinary person for twenty years. He did not have a strong attachment to his identity as an Extraordinary, but losing his affinity with the Holy Light made him feel especially sad.
He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time. He looked at the small tower and spire above the church, forming a sharp sword in the outline of the giant sun. It was like the first Holy Light that pierced the sky in ancient times, guiding humans to cut through the darkness. Finally, he sighed slightly and stepped forward to open the door of the church.
The Lord's words left a deep echo in his heart. Wright knew that those words were reasonable and worth thinking about, but he also knew where his problem was. In fact, he had never doubted his determination and actions to practice the path of the Holy Light. He had never wavered in this aspect.
What really made him waver was those who had almost completely abandoned the Holy Light. How could they still use that sacred power?
The God of Holy Light... Could he really not see all of this?
This almost rebellious thought appeared in Wright's heart again, and the moment this thought appeared, he felt his spiritual world shake. Some kind of faint tingling sensation appeared in his mind, and an extremely distant, vague, and chaotic murmur echoed in his ears. That murmur seemed to contain endless truth and love, but not only could Wright not hear the murmur, he could clearly feel that the murmur was moving away from him.
The brief tingling sensation and trance soon ended, and Wright felt that the power of the Holy Light in his body had weakened a little.
"Unquestionable Lord, huh..." the tall priest muttered in a low voice and slowly walked into the prayer hall of the church. He sat down in the first row of seats and looked up at the holy statue not far in front of him. The holy statue of the God of Holy Light stood on the pulpit, and the sunlight from the skylight shrouded the statue, shrouding it in a hazy halo. Then he lowered his head and silently prayed.
Halfway through the prayer, Wright opened his eyes. He sensed that someone was approaching him, so he stood up and turned to look.
A middle-aged woman wearing a coarse cloth dress with a big waist walked over hesitantly. She was one of the believers who often came to the church. When the peasant woman saw that Wright had finished his prayer, she immediately stopped tiptoeing and walked up to him. She greeted him with a loud and clear voice. "I saw the door open. Mr. Pastor, when did you come back?"
"I just came back." Wright gently looked at the woman who often came to the church to pray. "Do you need help?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I just heard you were back, so I came to see you — everyone misses you," the peasant woman laughed. "So you're back. Is the weekly worship going on as usual? I have to tell everyone when I get back. "
Holding a worship service required him to lead everyone to feel the holy light. Wright could not help but frown. He had an apologetic look on his face. "I … I'm sorry. I'm not in good condition recently. I probably can't host the worship service …"
The peasant woman did not mind at all. She waved her hand casually. "Oh, it's okay. I'll tell everyone that the worship service is canceled."
Then the woman looked at Wright curiously and said with a little concern. "Mr. Pastor, did you catch a cold outside? I heard that the snow in the north of Rock Fortress hasn't subsided yet. Did you catch a cold outside? "
An inexperienced peasant woman probably could not understand the concept of wavering faith and deviating from the holy light. She could only guess Wright's current state with her own understanding. But Wright was silent for a moment after hearing those words of concern.
After a moment, the only pastor in the territory shook his head slightly. "I'm fine. I think I can still host the worship service. You go and tell everyone that the worship service will go on as usual this week. "
"Really?" The peasant woman looked Wright up and down. "Mr. Pastor, don't force yourself. Although you're quite strong, you can't stand illness no matter how strong you are."
"Thank you for your concern." Wright smiled as if he had put down a burden. "It's just … a small problem. Don't worry."
The belief in the holy light was not so complicated and noble for these ordinary civilians. They prayed in the church not for the feeling of supernatural power. What they wanted was a peace of mind, a peace of mind in a busy life.
No matter what the power of faith meant in the eyes of the priests, in the eyes of these ordinary people, the greatest function of the power of faith was nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.
Perhaps Wright, as a pastor, had lost the ability to feel the holy light and use divine spells, but at least he still had the power to let these people enjoy half a day of peace.
In the castle parlor of Earl Hosman, decorated with luxurious gold and silver ornaments, covered with thick velvet carpets, and illuminated by magic crystal lamps, Karloff Hosman sat in his favorite high chair in his high chair. Count Hosman sat in his favorite high-back chair and listened to the information conveyed to him by his most trusted intelligence consultant. There was a rather complicated expression on his face, which was a mixture of disdain and confusion.
The earl put down a ruby ornament in his hand and said with a strange smile, "Taking back all the aristocratic privileges in the territory, including the Cecil family's own privilege of managing the territory, and then setting up a 'government office' to let a group of low-born people manage the territory?"
"Yes, this is the information observed by the spies who have successfully entered the 25th Production and Construction Brigade. We have never known how the Cecil territory works internally, but with the efforts of those excellent spies, we have finally grasped some of the truth. "Next to Earl Hosman, the thin and gloomy Grimm, who had black hair and a hooked nose, said unhurriedly." And it is said that even the Kant area, which has recently been incorporated into the Cecil family, has established a second-level government office. The government office has great power. Even the taxes and land reclamation in the territory are controlled by the clerks and department officials in the government office. "
Count Hoffman frowned. "Is this a pretense? In fact, these so-called officials are all from the Cecil family, aren't they? "
"It seems not," Grimm shook his head. "According to the spies, there are many officials with real power in the government office, including the agricultural director, the mining director, the commercial director, and so on. They are all held by people who are not from the Cecil family. Although these people are also loyal to the Cecil family, the power in their hands is real. Even the Knight in the territory has to be controlled by these department directors … "
"… It seems that the resurrected ancient hero has some problems in his thinking," Earl Hosman said with a faint smile. "And not only did he take back the privileges of his vassals, but he even made the noble Knight and ladies in the Kant area swear allegiance to his barbaric new policy."
"Yes, forced to swear an oath, forced allegiance, and took back almost all the noble privileges. Even the power to collect taxes and manage the fief was given to the so-called second-level government office," Grimm said with a serious expression. "According to our spies, all the Kant Knight were forced to accept these unfair treatment. They seemed to have tried to resist. It is said that on the east side of the Cecil territory, the heroic and noble Knight chose to fight back in order to defend the glorious tradition. At that time, the battle even spread to the city, but they were later suppressed by violence …"
"It is an unimaginable act," Earl Hosman exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Is this the true face of the resurrected ancient hero? He's simply destroying the foundation of this glorious country's existence … In the land downstream of the White Water River, tradition and order are about to be wiped out!? "
"He's destroying what he built with his own hands, that's for sure," Green said with a serious face. "He's trampling on the glory of the nobles. He's using violence and bewitchment to force those with noble blood to submit to his rule. However, most people still don't know his true colors, especially in some areas in the east and north of the Southern Territory, where the locals still regard Gawain as a traitor. In the south, Cecil is still regarded as a glorious pioneering hero. "
"Everyone has heard of his pioneering legend, but after all, it was a story from 700 years ago. I don't know how many times it has been distorted and exaggerated. Now that he has really come back to life, it is time for us to see the truth," Earl Hosman said seriously and earnestly as he put the ruby ornament in his hand on the table. "Mr. Grimm, my adviser, we have to take action. We can't let this kind of behavior that destroys tradition and laws continue to develop."
Grimm took a deep look at the old noble in front of him. His words were so sincere that it was touching. However, as the head of intelligence, Grimm, who was good at reading people's minds, knew what the truth was. It was nothing more than the recent frequent failures of the new machinery in the mine, the departure of the alchemists and pharmacists in the territory, and the firm control of the ore market by Viscount Leslie of Tanzania Town. These losses were visible to the naked eye, which made the earl more and more restless.
The earl had made a lot of wealth from the stolen magic network technology, but the nobles' desire for wealth was endless. As long as there was a gold coin in their sight that did not belong to them, they would never give up. Now, Earl Hosman had seen the mountains of gold coins and the flaws of the ancient duke that could be attacked. It was hard for him to calm down.
However, as the trusted intelligence consultant of the Horseman family, Grimm would not expose his master's true thoughts. He only gave a timely reminder. "My lord, please allow me to remind you that he is, after all, the founding hero of the country. He is also a duke, even if it's just a duke in name."
"Yes, a duke, a founding hero. But when he starts to destroy the foundation of the kingdom, his title and halo will be overshadowed," Carloff Hosman said with a smile. "After all, this country belongs to all the glorious bloodlines. There are dozens of big and small nobles in the southern territory. Mr. Grimm, do you think these nobles know about Gwen? After Cecil destroys and threatens the traditional legal system, what will he do? "
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