Under the tall dome,
God's wings spread open, his hands stretched out, and his eyes were filled with pity, as if he was pitying the world.
Half of the colorful painting windows were open.
The sunlight shone through the dim church,
Illuminating the holy seat in front of God.
Kneeling quietly in front of God, the cardinal archbishop,
Remembered his name before he was given the church surname: Gibber.
His parents were just a pair of humble serfs, wearing tattered clothes patched with straw and wood chips,
Because the frogs disturbed the nobles' sleep in the middle of the night,
They were ordered to drive the frogs away in the fields all night.
The chickens and ducks raised by the lords ate up their crops,
They could only swallow their anger.
Poverty and hunger drove them to look for food everywhere. Because they accidentally blocked the path of the lord's carriage, they were whipped by the nobles until they were dripping with blood. Not long after,
Because the wounds worsened, both of them were summoned by God.
His sick and blind grandmother,
Touched the rotten corpses of her son and daughter-in-law,
He wailed loudly, and gradually, there was no more sound.
At that time,
He was only five years old.
No one cared about this tenant's son.
Poor children who lost their loved ones like this,
Whether in the countryside or in the city,
They would not live long.
Only when the old deacon in charge of their village came to perform the ritual,
He was surprised to see him leaning against the grave,
He picked him up in pity,
He said, "Poor orphan, God will be your father. We will all be your brothers and sisters. "
The fluffy white beard, the black robe with the smell of moldy pine, the warm embrace, he remembered it for most of his life.
Later, when he graduated from the seminary and had just climbed to the position of bishop, he had returned to this parish and tried to find the deacon, but he had long since disappeared.
Creak. The door of the church opened, and a few white-robed bishops walked in quietly.
The archbishop's memories were interrupted. He looked at the bishops who came in and said in a kind tone, like an old man looking at his proud junior, "What's the matter?"
He was unmarried all his life and devoted to God. To him, the juniors of God were not much different from his descendants.
The leading white-robed bishop was about forty years old. His face was serious, and his behavior was old-fashioned and cautious. He was his favorite junior who he regarded as his successor. His name was Alvin.
"The situation isn't good." Alvin said in a low voice. After a moment of hesitation, he finally could not help but say to the archbishop, "The Royal Faction has proposed that as long as we are willing to admit that the law of the land is superior to the law of the gods, and make some small concessions and reforms …"
"Alvin." The archbishop's voice became stern. "Who said something to you?"
Alvin's eyes were a little red, "No one said anything to me. But, too many of our Paladins have died … They are all children of God, sisters and brothers in the Church … "
"Previously, Joseph was also killed on the altar because he tried to burn Anna Lin to death …"
Outside the church, in the smoke, young parishioners were constantly being carried back after being burned or shot. Their painful young and tender faces were full of radiance as they looked at the statue of God, believing that they were fighting for God and would go to God — their father's side after death.
"My Lord, I've seen many children grow up with my own eyes … I've taken these poor children into the workhouse and the orphanage. I taught them the Divine Codex bit by bit and raised them up."
Alvin was born in a small noble family. His parents were upright and devout believers of God. They believed in the Church's teachings and were kind and charitable all their lives. He was deeply influenced by his parents since he was young. Because he was not the eldest son and could not inherit the family business, Alvin voluntarily became a monk in his youth and became a monk.
He was careful with his words and actions, abiding by the Church's rules. He was devout for half his life and was very diligent in the Church's traditional almsgiving and helping the poor believers. Over the years, he adopted countless orphans in the Church's orphanage.
These children had no parents, so they regarded the gentle nuns who raised them as their mothers in the mortal world, the monks who taught them as their fathers in the mortal world, and all the priests as their brothers and sisters. They regarded God as their true, eternal father.
He sent these children to their deaths with his own hands!
Every time he saw a familiar young face that had lost its warmth and wore a holy object, Alvin felt a great pain, and tears actually flowed down his old-fashioned face, "My Lord, I love God, I love the Church, and I love my brothers and sisters in the Church. However, since the beginning of the countercurrent at the banquet, too many brothers and sisters have sacrificed themselves for it … The new Pope has already gone overseas … We can't always stick to the old ways and insist on carrying out every single rule of the Church. If we make a slight change … "
"Shut up!" Anger appeared on the archbishop's old face, "Alvin, do you know what you're talking about? You're being held hostage by your own personal feelings! "
The elderly head of the Luster Church stood up from the futon, trembling. The firm and pious expression on his face made his aged face look like a piece of cold hard marble. "I've watched many more children grow up than you. I was the one who brought Joseph up. "
He walked to Alvin's side, "Child, if we take a step back and admit that people can be judged and redeemed without God's messengers. Then, from then on, it will no longer be God's world. "
Alvin raised his head abruptly, only to hear a burst of applause.
Hathaway stood at the door of the church against the light, facing the tall statue of God. She put down her hand, and her eyes curved as if she was smiling, "How wonderful. What a stone-hearted archbishop. "
Alvin received the archbishop's signal, restrained his gaffe, and quietly took a step back.
The archbishop stared at her, and his turbid eyes lit up, "What can I do for you, Madam Brown?"
"You are really stubborn." Hearing this address, Hathaway smiled slightly, "Even at this time, I have to abide by every rule in the Holy Bible."
"Women should be under the wings of their husbands. Even if you are an archduchess, you should first be Madam Brown. "
"Okay. I'm not here to listen to your set of platitudes. " Hathaway straightened her gloves, "Archbishop, I'm here today to give an ultimatum on behalf of His Majesty."
"Anyway, after the countercurrent of the banquet, your church has already taken a step back. Why not take a step back and issue a decree to admit the established fact that national law is superior to God's law and that people can be judged and redeemed without God's messengers? Or, we don't mind changing to another archbishop. "
"No matter who sits in my position, God's messengers will not give up God's glory."
"You are really a respectable old man. However, the bishops under you don't have such noble sentiments. "
Seeing that he was so stubborn, Hathaway smiled and said, "More than half of the white-robed bishops have surrendered to us. As for the priests at the bottom, there are many of them who take the initiative to call for reform. "
The archbishop's white hair swayed.
Alvin hurriedly supported him.
The archbishop waved his hand away, "Alvin, tell me if what she said is true."
Bishop Alvin lowered his head.
The archbishop took a step back and fell to the ground.
Hathaway, however, revealed a hint of pleasure.
His Majesty had already ordered that from now on, the high-ranking clergy would be appointed by the court, and the salary at all levels would remain unchanged. This group of clergy, who were abstinent on the surface but were actually extremely luxurious, how could they not defect as long as they could continue to enjoy the status of the upper class?
What was unexpected was this Cardinal Archbishop Luster, the lowest group of priests from the Church of God's orphanage, and those fanatics from poor backgrounds. Even though the scale of the banquet was much smaller after the countercurrent, they still dared to confront the army, guards, and police for a whole week with real swords and guns. It could be said that they were not afraid of death.
Seeing that the archbishop was in a daze and could not give an answer for a long time, Hathaway said indifferently, "You'd better think about it."
Then, she left with the attendant.
Alvin opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but the archbishop waved his hand and asked him to leave.
Only the archbishop was left in the church.
God still looked down at the world with compassion, looking at the last messenger left in front of his knees.
The archbishop trembled as he crawled to the front of the god. He lowered his white hair until it touched the ground.
At this moment, he thought of his own life, his parents, and his grandmother who had died in a lowly manner.
The world was full of suffering, hunger, cold, disease, and poverty.
They took turns to wreak havoc in the world.
He had traveled through many countryside and seen many hardships in his life.
He firmly practiced the Church of God's idea of giving aid to the poor and adopted countless poor children whose families had been destroyed.
For this reason, he firmly believed that only by restoring the world to the Theocracy of the previous century, and then cleaning up the vermin in the Church of God, using the strictest precepts of the Church of God to regulate the chaos in the world, and the world would be known as the brothers and sisters of God. Only in this way could the suffering of the world, which was like hell, disappear.
For this reason, he refused to cross the sea with the current Pope and stay away from Luster, who broke out the banquet countercurrent and destroyed a large number of monasteries.
Outside the window, there were fewer and fewer priests.
The flag of the secular royal family gradually replaced the flag of God.
Most of the white-robed bishops stood under the flag of the royal family.
Why?
Was he wrong?
This faithful believer of God, a lifelong believer in the teachings, began the last prayer of his devout life.
For the entire afternoon, no one came out of the church.
Alvin was extremely worried. He walked around and finally decided that he would rather be punished for disobeying the archbishop's orders and go in to see if something had happened to the old archbishop.
As soon as he pushed the door open, a wave of thick smoke rolled in. The curtains of the church were on fire, and the fire was fierce. Oil flowed on the ground, fueling the flames even more.
"Cough, cough." Alvin was stunned. "My Lord! My Lord! "
He shouted for people to put out the fire as he rushed into the inner hall to find the archbishop.
Finally, he saw a burning flame in front of the statue of God in the inner hall.
The human figure in the flame was already charred, but it still maintained a praying posture.
The white marble statue of God was blackened. The eyes made of wax were burned and slowly flowed down the corners of the eyes.
It seemed that God shed tears.
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