Lord of Glory

Chapter 105: Citations

On the other hand, the main body Paladin had just arrived at an extremely large tent. What unfolded in front of his eyes was surprisingly hundreds of priests of different shapes and sizes, short and tall, fat and thin. And in front of every seven or eight priests, there was a slightly more ornately dressed priest standing in front of the followers. I guess these people are the people assigned to be in charge of each parish. Turning his eyes, the seven or eight priests who hated him were now standing to one side with an excited and extremely patient face.

Paladin patted Tony's shoulders, which were shaking with fear, and went forward to cross the crowd to stand in the first row. He simply ignored the disgusted glances cast by those priests behind him, and looked straight at an old, old priest standing at the front of the line. As soon as he saw this old priest, Paladin's pupils immediately contracted sharply! This old man had so much white beard on his chin that he could have braided it, and the wrinkled face and the corners of his couching eyes made him look as if he might die a sudden death at any moment.

But these are not the things that Paladin cares about, what he cares about is the purple brimless cap on the old man's head, the gorgeous purple robe embroidered with a hot gold cross. The neck is surrounded by a purple embroidered scarf. The hand with an onyx ring clutched a very long scepter. It looks as if the old man has to put his whole body's gravity on this scepter in order not to fall down.

The purple priest's robe can only be worn by a bishop, while the purple scarf around his neck indicates that this old man is not a bishop, but an archbishop! He is the Archbishop Sarrier, the Archbishop of Toronto, who gathered all the priests with the army! No wonder, this group of idiots behind him was so excited. Paladin's heart settled down and stood motionless in a disciplined manner.

But at this time, this Sarrier who seemed to be dying suddenly moved, and the corners of the eyes that were droopy were slightly raised, revealing the wise eyes shining inside. Only to see him lightly scanning the hundreds of priests in front of him, and when he glanced at Paladin, he paused for a while and then moved away. Then there was silence, a breathless silence. Just when several priests were twisting their stiff necks in discomfort, Sarrier finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice was different from this old picture, showing a spirit: "Among you are devout priests, and there are villains who collude in the name of God to make money. But I don't care about these. It's great. Enos sent you to me."

After saying this, the old man coughed slightly, but no one dared to move. Everyone could feel that this dying archbishop was having an inexplicable sense of shock at the moment. Half a second later, the noise of the soldiers outside the tent grew louder and louder, only to see that Sarrier only slightly struck the scepter in his hand on the ground. The noisy murmur immediately disappeared!

"Magic!" This word appeared in everyone's mind in an instant. They all looked at the archbishop in shock. It's just magic, they were priests and also a spell caster. But to be able to cast a silent magic with such a simple and casual action! It really made the priests' hearts astonished with reverence. Some priests who thought they had high attainments in sacred magic immediately subconsciously bowed their heads to express their own respect.

"You have come to become priests with the army, that is the word on the surface. In reality you are now doctors. Doctors of the soul and the body." The old Sarrier raised that shaking finger and pointed to his chest, and after sweeping the faces of the people again, he said, "The Archduke gave the order that war is about to start. It means the arrival of a period of war that does not know how long it will take. There will be many, many wounded in the process, and your duty is to try your best to save their lives taken by Marcus, the god of war."

Having said that, Sarrier paused slightly and went to the seat behind him and sat down. Playing with the jewel on his scepter in his hand, he moved his trembling lips and continued, "The fortress is stocked with a beaten amount of medicine and bandages. And the healing arts you are so proud of, cast them on the nobles as much as possible. Understood?" "Understood." Most of the priests, including Paladin, answered immediately, but there were still so many who gripped their fists without uttering a word, as if they were holding back their anger. Seeing this in his eyes, Sarrier said breathlessly, "Raise your grievances, I am not a grand duke. What are you all afraid of one by one?"

"Your Eminence, Archbishop, I respect you. But why can't the healing technique be used on ordinary wounded soldiers! They are also human beings. It is written in the Bible that the true God Enos admonished us that all beings are equal. But you…." "The true God Enos said that all beings are equal. But the first man he created also dominated all the animals." Sarrier spoke slowly, but the angry youth in front of him perked up: "Are you comparing animals to people? We are human beings, and soldiers are also human beings. Are you saying that soldiers are only animals and nobles are human beings?"

"Then what do you want? Want soldiers to lead soldiers to war?" Paladin, however, suddenly stepped forward at this time and looked disdainfully at this priest and lectured nonchalantly, "This is war, not those poor and defenseless civilians in the parish."

The priest turned his head to look at Paladin angrily, and seeing his cassock, which marked the rank of auxiliary bishop, not only did not move, but added fire: "As an auxiliary bishop, you say such things! Yes, this is a war. It is the domain of Marcus, the god of war! It is sinful and against the grace of God! Do you mean to let us watch this heretical god plunder the souls of the believers who died in battle in the midst of the tolerance of the true God, Enos, like no one else? If you say yes, you are a true heretic who has sinned greatly! A stake will be erected for you in front of the gates of the fortress."

The priests around looked at the priest who stood at the highest point of morality and religion, with a pointing face. Secretly squeezed a cold sweat. Fortunately, they didn't stand up for the archbishop's favor like this fool bishop, otherwise wouldn't be able to step down like this, and if he didn't do it, he would really end up at the stake, but it would be a pity. However, Paladin looked calm, and glanced at the priests who were either regretful or mocking. Seeing that Archbishop Sarrier was still expressionless, he immediately waved the scepter in his hand very calmly and said, "Of course not!"

He said the scepter hit the ground hard, his face immediately showed the devotion of the saint's righteousness, and then said: "This priest is right. The battlefield is the domain of the heretic god Marcus. But we are not those orcs and barbarians in the north. We are all followers of the great true god Enos. When the soldiers who received injuries and faced death rest in peace with our efforts and prayers, they can be released from the clutches of Marcus and truly returned to the embrace of Enos! This is what we priests are supposed to do, and this is the best place for them to return to!"

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Having said this, Paladin paused for a while. Immediately saw those priests nodding their heads in understanding. And the tit-for-tat priest who didn't know any better also looked dumbfounded. As for Sarrier, who was silent, he looked at himself with a smile on his face at the moment.

So, seeing the results received, Paladin immediately continued: "The true God Enos said in the Bible 'those who believe in me can enter heaven after death and enjoy supreme glory and tranquility.' They are all believers, even if they die in battle, they will return to the embrace of Enos! You are so treacherously biased in favor of the heretical god Marcus. Is it questioning the piety of those noble knights who laid down their lives to fight for faith and honor, the piety of the Grand Duke and all the nobles of the Principality. Or is it questioning the legitimacy and sacred status of the Kassiri Bible! You are the one who should be on the stake!"

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