"That's all she told you?"
Gwen asked curiously as he looked at Wright in the liege's residence.
"Yes." Wright nodded. "She asked me about the doctrine of the Protestant Church. She didn't show any excitement, nor did she refute. Of course, she didn't show any support. I couldn't see what her purpose was."
Gwen scratched his chin and shook his head slightly. "Her purpose is always well hidden."
Emily floated beside him, curiously fiddling with the pen holder on Gwen's desk. She suddenly turned her head and said, "That sister is surrounded by light."
Emily had a strong affinity with the holy light, even more so after she became a spiritual creature. So, Gwen did not overlook the little girl's casual remark. "What kind of light is it? Is it the same as the holy light on Wright? "
Emily looked up and thought for a moment. She shook her head and said, "It's not the same. The light on uncle is pure white, but the light around her is pale gold."
Gwen frowned. "Pale gold holy light..."
He could not help but think of the situation that Kamel had reported to him.
As a senior researcher of the Disobedience Project, Kamel, who had personally come into contact with the power of the gods, felt a strange temperament from the "Saintess Princess". He judged that Veronica was either related to the gods or had been to the divine realm...
The so-called "been to the divine realm", of course, did not mean that she had stepped into the divine realm as a mortal. This involved a religious concept: scholars believed that the divine realm and the mortal world were not directly connected. There were several layers of barriers that were beyond the comprehension of the mortal mind. Under normal circumstances, mortals could not reach the divine realm. But on some special levels, the power of the divine realm would radiate and spread to the mortal world. Part of the mortal life structure, such as spiritual perception, dreams, and extrasensory touch, would have the opportunity to come into contact with the divine realm.
In most cases, this kind of contact would bring about terrible consequences. The minds of mortals could not withstand the impact of the huge amount of information from the Divine Realm. Those who came into contact with it would almost instantly be swallowed up by the endless illusions and memories. Their physical bodies in the material world would also be distorted into an indescribable state. The few who came back alive would bring back knowledge about the Divine Realm.
This kind of rare "contact" had happened more than once in history, and those lucky ones who had the opportunity to come into contact with the divine kingdom and returned safely while maintaining their human minds had basically become the legendary saints and prophets of various sects.
As far as Gwen knew, the Church of Holy Light, as the strongest among the orthodox churches, had many special rituals of divine grace. Some of the rituals were related to "coming into contact with the Divine Realm." However, to be able to step into the Divine Realm and return safely was something that could only be found by chance. Therefore, these rituals were essentially a kind of "catalysis." It was to temporarily increase one's spiritual talent through the power of the sacred instrument so that one could listen to a trace of information from the Divine Realm.
As the "Living Saint" of the Church of Holy Light, Veronica had probably gone through this special ritual as well.
She had successfully come into contact with the real Divine Realm during the ritual? She had seen "that world"?
If this was true, then Veronica must be the most devout believer of the God of Holy Light. Even if she was not before, after entering "that world" and facing the God of Holy Light, she must have become one.
However, why would an extremely devout believer of the God of Holy Light calmly listen to Leit talk about the deviant doctrines of the new church?
"She said she wanted to use her own eyes to witness the Holy Light of this land," Gwen said slowly. He looked at the little girl who was wriggling around the desk. The Holy Light spread out from the little girl and covered the entire desk with a faint layer of light. "If this is her way of witnessing … then it's really beyond my expectations."
Then he turned his head and asked Amber, who was standing behind him, "What has Veronica been doing these days?"
"Most of the time, she's just wandering around the territory. She's accompanied by our entourage. She bought a lot of souvenirs, some newspapers and printed books, just like an ordinary tourist. Other than that, she stayed in the Autumn Palace, reading or praying. Going to the church to meet Leit should be her only special move. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that she used a more advanced incarnation spell to secretly act in other places. But we have strict surveillance in all the key departments. The administrative district and the research area are guarded by two legends, you and Kamel, respectively. So the possibility of this is not high. "
Gwen touched his chin and said, "Shopping, reading, praying … this is not what I expected at first."
The attitude and actions of the Adoratrice were shrouded in a layer of fog. Gwen had made a lot of arrangements for the visit of the emissary of the Church of Holy Light, from corruption to deceit, from tough confrontation to sowing discord, basically taking into account all the circumstances. But Gwen did not expect the Adoratrice to be a wanderer. And for so many days, Veronica did not look for him again, nor did she mention anything about the division between the Northern and Southern Churches, the orthodoxy of the church, or the reconstruction of the parish in the Southern Border. This made Gwen, who was fully prepared, feel like he had punched cotton.
But the Adoratrice was so 'normal', shopping, and doing what any normal visitor should do accompanied by the entourage arranged by Gwen. This continued until Gwen and Victoria finalized all the details of the trade, and until the day when the emissary group from the Captical was ready to return.
On the 40th day of Misty Month, it was time to return to the Captical.
No matter how many questions Victoria had about the Southern Border, no matter what Veronica, the emissary of the Church from the North, wanted to do, they had to return to the Captical.
At the farewell banquet in the lord's residence, Duchess Victoria came to Gwen. The ruler of the North bent down and said in a calm voice, "Thank you for your hospitality over the past few days. This trip to the Southern Border has left a deep impression on me. What I saw here was far beyond my expectations."
Gwen smiled and said, "Actually, you can stay here for a few more days. There has been snow in the North recently, and it is not easy to travel."
"The people of the Wilde family never care about the wind and snow," Victoria said calmly. "And I have to return to Saint Sunil as soon as possible to take charge of the affairs and complete our trade. Winter will eventually end, and we have to arm the soldiers before the rebels in the East attack again."
"Very well, I will load the military supplies on the ships before then and send them to the Dorgon Estuary next to the Rock Fortress." Gwen nodded, picked up a glass of red wine from the tray in the hands of the attendant beside him, and raised his glass to Victoria. "This is a good start."
"Your help is crucial to the kingdom's army, and the kingdom will get better." The Duchess also raised her glass and touched Gwen's glass gently. "But are you really not going to consider going to Saint Sunil? The Cecil family has returned to the center of the kingdom's power, and you should have a seat at the conference table. "
It could be seen that the Duchess was sincerely inviting him, but Gwen just smiled calmly and shook his head. "Compared to going to the Captical to attend your meeting and discuss a bunch of things that I do not understand, I have more important things to do here."
Victoria wanted to say something, but she noticed where Gwen's eyes were looking: south, where the Gloom Mountain Range was.
Her expression became serious. "Are you still worried about the wasteland?"
"I have never been at ease. Don't think that it will be calm forever after seven hundred years." Gwen looked into Victoria's eyes. "Victoria, now I am asking you as a Duke of the same level, not as an elder. Do you really think that as long as the civil war is over and Wales ascends to the throne, the nobles of Ansu will be able to stop the Typhon in the East and the wasteland in the South?"
Victoria wanted to blurt out a definite answer, but before the answer came out, she was already silent.
In the past ten days in Cecil, she had observed a lot of things, and in this observation, she confirmed one thing.
Duke Gwen Cecil had been preparing for a war, or even many wars.
He had taken over the entire southern border, and his army could easily destroy the coalition of more than forty nobles, but he still did not stop. He had built a steel monster in the Rock Fortress, but he had put more effort into the Gloom Mountain Range than the Rock Fortress. The civil war in Ansu had dragged countless nobles into the quagmire, but for the reborn founding ancestor, he did not care about the civil war at all. His enemy was a bigger threat than that.
If the nobles in the capital were to see all of this, they would most likely think that the founding duke was being overly sensitive. They would think that he was still trapped in the battlefield from seven hundred years ago. That was why he was so paranoid and blindly militaristic, even pushing the newly born duchy to the brink of financial collapse. However, after seeing the records of the two defensive battles in Cecil with her own eyes and hearing the recollections of those who had experienced it, she would not make such a rash conclusion.
And even if the Gondor wasteland was an invisible threat, what about the Typhon that was close at hand?
The Ansu people had been held at the throat by the Empire more than once.
"The nobles of Ansu have a lot of problems." The duchess finally broke the silence. She responded to Gwen's gaze, her eyes firm. "But even if we want to rectify them, we first need a complete Ansu."
"… Not a very good answer, but worthy of your title." Gwen exhaled, and then said casually, "By the way, I have one more thing to ask of you. Don't worry, it's not difficult. "
"Just say the word."
Gwen nodded. "I have a group of craftsmen and mages hired from the Captical, and they want to bring their families over. But I heard that the Captical has been under martial law."
Gawain had not forgotten his promise to Cohen. The young mage from the king's city had requested to bring his family to Cecil before he pressed the button of the Holy Light Reversal Array. Gawain had always remembered that. But if he had mentioned this to Victoria at the beginning, it would have given her a lot of unnecessary guesses. Now that they were done with the "big deal", the matter would not seem so abrupt.
"It's not difficult." Victoria did not think much of it. "Just give me the list, and I will personally sign the passes for them."
Victoria left. Looking at the slightly thin and lonely figure of the duchess, Gwen sighed slightly.
"Rectify them … I have never thought of rectifying them."
A warm and soft breath came from the side. Gwen turned his head and saw Veronica Moen with a quiet smile.
"You are leaving today." Gwen nodded to the Saintess. "Is there anything you want to say?"
"I'm just an eye sent by the Lord. My mission is to see, not to speak."
"That's it?" Gwen raised his eyebrows, and his tone became serious. "To be honest, as a messenger of the Church of Holy Light, you don't seem to be doing your duty. Are you really here for the destruction of the Church in the South and the change of ownership of Louen City?"
Veronica did not speak. She just looked quietly into Gwen's eyes. Her eyes were deep and quiet, like a bottomless spring. In a trance, Gwen felt that he was not looking at a pair of eyes. It seemed to be just a medium or prop to observe the world, a soulless dead thing, and a real soul was hiding in a deeper place, peeping at him through this medium.
"What happened in Louen City was a regrettable accident. The priests of the cathedral went astray and betrayed the teachings of the Lord, so they were expelled by the people. Now the people in the South have chosen the order they approve of. Under the guidance of Duke Cecil, the new order has been established. The cathedral of Louen has been restored, and the Holy Light still shines on this land. Nothing happened in the South."
As Veronica's voice trailed off, Gwen could not help but frown. "Are you serious?"
Veronica smiled faintly. "Isn't this the 'fact' recognized by everyone in the South?"
"What's in it for you?" Gwen asked bluntly. "Is this for your faith?"
Veronica was silent for a moment. The smile on her face suddenly faded. "Yes, this is for my faith."
There was a long silence between the two before Gwen broke the silence. "Will the Church in the North accept all this?"
"They will. Because the civil war will continue. On the Plains of the Holy Spirit, there is a bigger vortex than the South."
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