On a snowy morning, Alfred Frey woke up from his dream.
The Templar Knight first opened his eyes for a while, then the warm quilt and soft bed made him close his eyes again.
After a few years, the Templar Knight came to Brunswick again. The last time Alfred Frey came out to travel was around the time Laing became an Earl. He had been to Brunswick before, when he was just an ordinary Paladin.
On the 28th of that year, the archbishop inspected and stood aside like an ant.
I vowed to let everyone see me.
It was not until he was in his early thirties that this Paladin from Nord finally ushered in a turning point in his life. First, he was conferred the title of Templar Knight for his contribution in developing a parish. Then, he conquered Muxillon alone and was conferred the ancient church of Freya, which made him famous in the Old World. The name of the Templar Alfred Frey was now known by many people in the Old World, and for many reasons, both Laing and Archbishop Vicmar did their best to publicize Alfred Frey's achievements. Therefore, although he was not as well-known as Laing in the Old World and famous in the Old World, he was still somewhat famous.
The snow outside the window whistled, hitting the windowsill and the glass, making a slight noise. Alfred Frey struggled for a while, but still decided to get out of bed. He got up and put on his pajamas. Although there was a fireplace in the room, the Templar Knight still felt a slight chill.
Standing in front of the window, Alfred Frey looked at the city through the window of the Royal Hotel.
In the morning, the capital of the Empire under the snow had a special kind of beauty.
The magnificent city walls and towering buildings seemed to have a sense of purity under the snow, as if the filth and evil hidden under the snow had been buried by the snow. However, as long as Alfred Frey moved his gaze downwards, the dirty smoke rising from the roofs hovered above the streets. The countless fireplaces in Brunswick emitted a damp and dirty smell. As long as one got close, they would be dizzy and cough.
Looking into the distance, the golden dome of the Cathedral of Justice could not be covered by the countless messy buildings. Its sacred and great building deterred all evil enemies, so that they would know how the Empire had stood strong for two thousand years. Countless stories of heroes and evil were engraved on the murals of the cathedral.
Further away was the Brunswick River, a wide river that passed through the middle of the city. Countless passenger ships, cargo ships, and fishing boats crowded the river. The dockworkers had already started work before dawn. There were many gangs in Brunswick, and each gang had tens of thousands of dockworkers. At this time, they were already hard at work.
The trash-filled streets were already crowded with people. Unclean and ignorant bodies pushed and stepped on each other. No matter the time, the city was always overcrowded. When the tired night guards were replaced by sleepy day guards, the gray and black sludge formed by the crowd would immediately fill the streets. With the arrival of light, the pickpockets and cultists who operated in the dark would temporarily cease their activities. The sounds of hawking, footsteps, loading and unloading, and the clamor of carriages and horses made people feel irritated, but also familiar.
This was the sound of human beings! Under the glorious painting was the pride of the Empire that had stood strong for two thousand years in the face of countless enemies and internal conflicts. This ancient and crowded city was still emitting an astonishing amount of vitality.
If possible, Alfred Frey wanted to see more, but he knew that he did not have enough time. In a while, he would have to go to the Cathedral of Justice as a Templar Knight Captain to report to Archbishop Vikma.
After washing up a little, Alfred Frey changed into his Templar uniform. He did not wear this uniform often, only on important occasions. He usually only wore two types of clothes. One was the full-body plate armor of a Templar Knight, and the other was the robes of a clergyman.
His formal attire had already been washed and perfumed by the hotel staff. Alfred changed into his formal attire and hung his knight sword at his waist. He opened the door and prepared to head to the Cathedral of Justice to report on his work. He had set off from the royal hotel and arrived at the Cathedral of Justice an hour earlier.
Alfred held his Templar Knight longsword tightly. The blade was bathed in the blessing of a bishop. He felt the strength in his muscles. He was now in his thirties and was in the prime of his life. Having just been promoted to Templar Knight Captain was a great breakthrough in his life. He was full of ambition and could not help but recall the words Laing had told him.
"When you were a Saint Samurai, speak less, listen more, ask more, and do more."
"Now, you should speak more, listen more, ask more, and do more. Now that you are independent, you need fame and prestige. You need to let everyone know you and understand you."
Alfred had a deeper understanding of these words. He had already prepared a series of gifts, including many specialties of Musillon and Breton wines, as well as a small number of exquisite gifts imported from the wood elves. From Archbishop Wickmar of Justice to the cardinals and cardinals under his command, as well as the grand tutor of the Knights Templar, Hans Reitdorf, and a few of the Knights Templar, Alfred had carefully prepared gifts for everyone. These gifts were not expensive, but everyone had a share, and they were distributed according to their positions to show respect.
According to the feedback, the effect should be quite good. After the gifts went in, Alfred Frey quickly received an order from Archbishop Vicmar to report to the Cathedral of Justice. If there were no accidents, the Cathedral of Justice would give him the position of Patriarch of the Ancient Freya Church. A Templar Knight Captain holding the position of Patriarch was an extremely high level of reward.
Alfred Frey opened the door and was about to leave. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the female Norska, Ingrid, appear at the door. She had long brown hair and a strong and tall body. Her muscles made her look quite imposing as she stood in front of Alfred Frey. She wore thick boots with her strong legs. "Where are you going? My boss? "
Ever since Ingrid was hired by Alfreid, she had naturally entered the zone and considered herself Alfreid's subordinate. Freya's security in the Church District was very satisfying for this female barbarian warrior. She was also very satisfied with the current situation. This barbarian woman did not have high expectations. She simply wanted to be a mercenary, make a fortune, and then find a way to get a noble title so that she could change her fate.
"I'm going to the Cathedral of Justice to report." Alfred Frey nodded slightly when he saw the female Norska's attire. The Templar Knight Captain shrugged, his hand unnaturally pressing on the pocket of his suit. "You have nothing to do today, so you can walk around Brunswick. You can shop in the shopping district, go to the bars, or visit the temples. But remember to bring enough money. This isn't Nord, and you can't do without money."
"I know, I know." Ingrid waved her hand impatiently. "I want to go with you to the Cathedral of Justice. I've heard of this place for a long time, but I never had the chance! Since you're going to report today, take me with you! "
"You? A Norska? " Alfred Frey frowned. The Church of Justice had branches all over the old world, and there were branches in every province of the Empire. But as a Norska, Ingrid's appearance and figure were very obvious. Wasn't she worried about getting into trouble?
"Can't I?" Ingrid frowned. This Norska woman's attitude was a little rude. "I'm your subordinate. Can't you even bring a subordinate with you when you report?"
"… Fine, come with me. But remember, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, say what you shouldn't say, and see what you shouldn't see." Alfred Frey gave up in the end. He shook his head. "If you agree, then follow me."
Ingrid wanted to see the interior of the Cathedral of Justice, so she didn't have any objections. And so, a strange scene unfolded. The Templar Knight, who was about 1.8 meters tall, and the barbarian warrior, who was about 1.85 meters tall, walked on the street together towards the Cathedral of Justice.
"They're not going through the main entrance?" Soon, Ingrid realized that Alfreid was not leading her to the main entrance. Instead, he was leading her to a street by the side entrance. Out of habit, she said bluntly, "They let you go through the side entrance? You're a Templar Knight Captain and the hero who defeated Muxilon. How can you go through the side door? It won't be like this where we come from! "
"The main entrance isn't opened for just anyone." Alfred Frey shook his head. As they approached the Cathedral of Justice, the Templar Knight's expression became serious. "I'm not qualified."
"You're not qualified? You're already a Templar Knight Captain! " Ingrid immediately felt embarrassed. She felt that her boss, Alfred, was one of the top figures in the Old World. Why couldn't these southerners even open the door for him?
"This is Brunswick, Ingrid." For some reason, Alfred Frey patiently explained, "This is the capital of the Empire, the heart of the old world! Most of the nobles live here. In the rich district, you can meet a baron in three steps, a viscount in ten steps, and three knights with a throw of a brick. There are several famous knight orders in this city, and there are more than ten in Brunswick. Here, a Templar Knight Captain isn't rare at all! "
"Oh? A Templar Knight Captain isn't rare? " Ingrid curiously put her hands on her hips. This rather vulgar action made many of the nobles and noble ladies frown. Where did this barbarian come from? Didn't she know how to be polite?
"Then what about Sir Laing? He's also a Templar Knight Captain, right? "Ingrid was still chattering." If he comes, will the cathedral open its doors? "
"…" Alfred Frey was speechless. If Laing came, not only would the cathedral open its doors, but there would also be a cardinal coming out to welcome him. However, Laing's status was not something he could compare to.
It would take too much effort to explain to Ingrid now. Alfred Frey felt that he could explain, but there was no need.
Fortunately, the side door of the cathedral was right in front of them. Alfred Frey led Ingrid through the side door.
The person who came out to greet them was a cardinal. He did not look young, with a head full of white hair and a slightly fat body. He wore a round hat on his head and a sacrificial robe on his body. He walked forward and asked, "Are you Alfred Damien Wien?"
"Yes!" Alfred Frey immediately bowed.
"Welcome, welcome!" The cardinal nodded, but then he turned his gaze to the person behind Alfred Frey. "This is?"
"She's my companion. She wants to see the cathedral." Alfred Frey motioned for Ingrid to shut up.
"Then come in together. His Holiness the Archbishop and Great Teacher Hans will meet you in the Hall of Bones." The cardinal didn't say much.
After that, there was a set of established and cumbersome etiquette, and then Alfred was led to the Sacred Bone Hall.
At this time, Archbishop Wickmar of the Church of Justice and Great Teacher Hans Reitdorf of the Temple Knights were already seated. After Alfred Frey bowed, a small stool was placed about fifty steps away from the Archbishop.
This was Alfred Frey's seat.
"Too far, move closer," Wickmar said loudly.
The attendant moved the stool to a position about twenty steps away from the Archbishop.
"It's still too far. Move it closer," the archbishop repeated.
The stool was moved to a position about eight or nine steps away from Wickmar. Seeing that Wickmar didn't have any more orders, the attendant bowed in a low voice and left.
"Alright, Alfred Frey, you can report your work now," Great Teacher Hans Reitdorf said gently.
This was a peak legendary Great Teacher of the Temple Knights. He wore a full set of rune plate armor made by dwarves. He had two tufts of beard on his face, and his expression was very firm and serious.
The Head of the Temple Knights nodded and left his seat. He knelt down on one knee and began to talk about all his experiences.
There was no need to go into detail about Alfred Frey's experiences. He talked about how he was currently in the Muxillon Duchy of Freya's ancient church district. He had already used the people sent by the Church. His temporary goal was to ensure the safety of the entire ancient church district before thinking about other things.
"Very good, you have opened up a new situation in the Knight King's Kingdom on the other side of the mountain. This is something that our Lord and Emperor Charlemagne are pleased with. It is also a big breakthrough for our Church of Justice. Your small step is a big step for the Church of Justice." The Archbishop nodded slowly and said to Alfred Frey in a praising tone, "Praise the Lord!"
"Praise the Lord!" The guards of the Sacred Bone Hall, Great Teacher Hans Reitdorf, and Alfred Frey, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted at the same time. Their voices echoed in the countless remains of human heroes in the Sacred Bone Hall.
"The Church will continue to send people to assist you and provide you with financial support. Our request is that you have a firm foothold there. You don't have to worry about anything else for the time being." Archbishop Vicma held his scepter and said, "Can you do it?"
Hearing this, Alfred Frey's expression changed slightly. He lowered his head and said softly, "My Lord Archbishop, I have enough people now. I don't lack money for the time being. I am very grateful for the Church's support, but I still hope that these precious resources can be used in more useful ways."
"Oh?" Archbishop Vicma stared at the Head of the Temple Knights sitting in front of him. His tone gradually became more serious, "Then can my Head of the Temple tell me what ~ is ~ more useful ~?"
In a split second, Vikma, who had a slightly appreciative expression, instantly turned cold and dignified. A terrifying dignified aura enveloped Alfreid.
Alfred Frey's forehead was sweating. He lowered his head and didn't say anything.
"You have crossed the line, Alfred Frey." Grand Teacher Hans Reitdorf also said in an unhappy tone, "What is more useful is not up to you to define. Since the Archbishop has said that he will give it to you, you must accept it. Rain, dew, and thunder are all God's blessings! You have no right to refuse! "
"Sigh …" Vicma raised his hand and signaled Hans Reitdorf to stop talking. The Archbishop of Justice held his scepter and said, "Alfred Frey, since this is the case, I have two questions to ask you."
"Please enlighten me, Archbishop." Alfred Frey only felt that his body was sometimes cold and sometimes hot. He could feel his heart beating wildly. His forehead was covered in sweat, and a large part of his back was soaked.
"Duke Laing Macado of Musillon came to Brunswick this time. Does he intend to support any candidate for the position of Grand Wizard of the Royal Family?"
"That young battle priest, you already know about the reform proposed by Luther Huss. Can you tell me your thoughts on this matter?"
"This …"
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