The chapel in the center of Pinghu Town has been demolished, and the church square has become a large construction site. Thousands of craftsmen sweat on the construction site against the scorching sun.


    Randall led the construction of the cathedral, and the villagers of each village scrambled to help. For believers, even building a brick for the holy church is their own glory. They will not ask for even a copper Sol''s salary.


    The Church never worries about manpower and wages when building churches, but the building materials and the accommodation of craftsmen must be borne. Viscount Randall undertook the construction materials and food expenses of the cathedral project, which alone saved the church more than 200000 kinsol.


    According to the architectural plan, Randall Cathedral takes limestone as the cornerstone and green brick as the main material. It covers a total area of 19000 square meters and can be used for more than 30000 people to hold mass at the same time. The prayer hall is 41 meters wide and 102 meters long, and the highest vault in the middle is 45 meters.


    The main part of the church is expected to be completed in five years. The rest is the carving of appearance features, including pointed arches, pilasters, crystal windows and more than 100 minarets pointing to the sky. The highest is 97 meters high, second only to the 126 meter high silver and white tower and the 147 meter high El Shenghui cathedral. In addition, there are thousands of statues of different shapes and sizes inside and outside the cathedral, and murals are painted on the vault. The complete completion of the cathedral will take at least fifty years.


    The overall architectural scheme of Randall cathedral was designed by Victor himself. It emphasizes to accommodate believers from all levels to pray together. It is gorgeous, solemn and has a warm secular atmosphere. It integrates the functions of preaching, playing, art and knowledge collection and medical assistance. It secretly caters to the needs of closed land centralization and is the first in the world.


    Victor spent a lot of money and spent decades building Randall cathedral. In addition to his own political purpose, he also wanted to learn from the accumulated knowledge of the church for a long time.


    Father Miller listened to Victor''s design, and his old face turned into a flower. His favorite thing now is to walk around the construction site every day.


    Today, the workers did not see the familiar figure of father Miller.


    A carriage full of military supplies stopped on the road outside Pinghu Town, and the coachman looked at the two priests who were pulling at a loss. Several chapel attendants secretly laughed nearby.


    Wearing the fourth level priest''s robe, Dane grabbed Miller''s arm and said to the coachman with dignity and kindness: "believers, the soldiers fighting in the front need these materials. You should hurry on the road to avoid being punished by your Excellency the Legion commander!"


    Remembering the consequences of being late, the coachman immediately shrunk his neck, hurriedly urged his horse and shouted, "two pastors, I''ll go first!"


    "Hey... Don''t go, take me, take me with you..."


    Miller managed to break away from Reverend Dane''s entanglement and chased forward for a few steps. Seeing that the carriage was moving faster and faster without any sign of slowing down, he had to stop, turn around and scold Reverend Dane angrily: "Dane! I''m the stationed priest led by Randall, and you''re my assistant!"


    As Dane tidied up his wrinkled priest''s robe, he said slowly, "Lord Miller, you are the resident priest led by Randall, and I am your assistant priest."


    "What about my carriage?" Miller pointed to Dane''s nose and shouted, "the garrison priest wants to go out. You get my carriage!"


    "The church carriage is broken and is being repaired." Reverend Dane spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders.


    "Good!" Father Miller smiled angrily, nodded and said, "if the carriage is broken, I''ll go by myself. As long as I want to go, there''s no place I can''t go." Then he waved to the two chapel attendants, "come and walk with me to the beach position. What the teacher is best at is walking on two legs. You two little guys have to learn to walk on two legs... There are a lot of things to pay attention to."


    The two chaperones looked at each other and trotted after the old priest. Dane and his church attendants followed, and he earnestly advised: "Lord Miller, you and I are missionary priests. During the war, we have no right to interfere in the affairs of the combat priest. Since the combat priest Marka didn''t ask for our help, we shouldn''t give up the duties of the missionary priest. If we leave without permission, Randall''s church will be in a mess... No one treats the patients, no one organizes the believers to pray... The lamb can''t find a shepherd They will only think that an all-out war has taken place in the Randall leadership. Not only will there be serious problems in the operation of the Randall leadership, but once the people flee, the consequences will be unimaginable! "


    Father Miller''s walking speed obviously slowed down. Dane struck while the iron was hot and said bitterly: "there are 100000 people under Randall''s leadership! It is the responsibility entrusted by our Lord to the garrison priest of Randall''s leadership to appease these 100000 lambs. Do you want to leave 100000 lambs and make them panic? Let them flee and lead to irreparable disaster?"


    Miller finally stopped, hesitated and said, "don''t you still have you?"


    "How can I compare with you... Randall parish was founded by you. Before the Pope left, he presided over the big church in Pinghu Town. He personally handed over the power battle to you in front of tens of thousands of believers." Reverend Dane smiled and flattered, and said, "during the war, the stationed priests are not allowed to leave the church without authorization... This is a rule and tradition. As long as believers see you in Pinghu Town church, they will know that this is still a place of holy light."


    Miller frowned and murmured, "how could it be so troublesome? I didn''t have such rules when I was a priest in other places."


    Active war and all-round defense war are completely two natures. The fishman war launched by the kingdom of Gambis is an aggressive active war. The Lord has heirs, and the stationed priests have deputy priests. They can leave the territory or parish during the active war.


    Reverend Dane deliberately confused the concept. Miller didn''t know the specific rules, but he knew that Dane didn''t tell the truth. But Miller also admitted that Dane''s statement made some sense. Father Miller stopped because he knew Victor was coming.


    Dane wanted to persuade again, but the sound of fast birds came from afar. Before long, viscount Randall, surrounded by dozens of fast bird cavalry, ran to the two priests.


    "Lord Dane, I want to talk to master Miller alone."


    Victor jumped off the fast bird and gave Reverend Dane a friendly wink with a smile.


    Dane nodded knowingly and beckoned all the church attendants to leave.


    "Alert." At Victor''s command, the swift bird light cavalry dispersed one after another.


    Victor took father Miller for a few steps into the woods by the side of the road, loosened his arm and said with a smile: "Dane has been a church attendant under Clement''s crown for 10 years and an assistant under bishop Perot for 12 years. He has been a fourth level priest since he was less than 45 years old. He can be said to have a bright future. The Pope''s students are now your assistant, which shows how much your face is."


    "It''s not a day for the church to supervise the clergy." Father Miller asked expressionless, "the divine priest needs supervision. Does the Lord want to supervise?"


    Victor thought for a moment and said, "the Lord is under the supervision of the stationed priest. But what if we have different views? Should we talk about it?"


    "Talk!" Father Miller snorted, found a stump and sat down. He asked angrily, "just talk about those ''black belts''."


    Victor said with a faint smile, "first, what do you want."


    "I don''t know what to do!"


    Father Miller said confidently, "I''m learning how to be a resident priest. Do you want me to learn only from Dane, or do you want me to learn from you?"


    This reason is simply too strong.


    Victor couldn''t refuse to be a teacher for a powerful dependant. He excitedly pulled out his long sword, drew a simple map on the grass and said: "Fish people are stupid and brainless. When they encounter strong enemies on the beach, they will hide in the river, gather more companions and drive away the invaders on the beach. It is according to the habits of fish people that we launch the riverbank fish man war and build a port."


    "There are endless fishermen in Jinshui River, but the conditions of the Gambis river bank are unique. The endless hills divide the river bank into large and small beaches. The area of the beaches limits the number of fishermen. Randall owns more than a dozen beaches, and only 8 beaches can be used for fishermen. One of them is the sluice port, and the largest of the other 7 beaches can only accommodate more than 5000 fishermen , the smallest more than 2000 fish people. "


    "What we have to do is simple." Victor drew a line on the ground and said: "The fishermen will not leave the beach. We build simple fortifications and camps outside the beach, which is the so-called safety line. The soldiers leave the safety line, enter the beach, drive the fishermen into the river, wait for them to summon the same species in the water to rush ashore, and then return to the safety line. After the fishermen are dispersed, the soldiers attack again. As a result, the fishermen in Randall''s River are killed in these seven beach battlefields Attraction. The fishermen in the river rushed to the battlefield and had no time to attend to them. At this time, more than 10000 young and strong employees in the control gate and the beach seized the time to build earth dams along the river to create topographic conditions for the construction of the port. "


    "The soldiers of the tusk Legion stand in a line, armed with spears and hemp rope tied around their waist, to prevent the hired workers from being dragged into the river by the fishmen. Even if the protection measures are careful, so far, one soldier and two hired workers have been dragged into the river by the fishmen... The more relaxed the soldiers in charge of attracting the fishmen, the greater the casualties borne by the hired workers and Guard soldiers..." At this point, Victor slowed down and laughed at himself: "compared with them, my mercenaries are playing games! When we fully grasp the battlefield initiative, I don''t know how those idiots collapsed?"


    "When they saw thousands of fishermen rushing up, they didn''t listen to orders, threw the officers on the beach, turned and ran." Victor stretched out four fingers and said bitterly, "my three centurions, a captain and their guards died in the whole war! The captain still followed my War Bear veterans for nearly six years... Of course, they are incompetent in running the army and deserve to die."


    "Damn my officers, should those deserters die?"


    "This is not your excuse to force them to die!"


    Father Miller jumped up and said bitterly: "they were just farmers two years ago. The performance of other mercenary groups may not be better than them. You should give them an equal opportunity..."


    "I gave them the opportunity to atone for their sins... Tie black belts, charge ahead and retreat behind. When they died in the war, I gave them pensions, granted fields and buried them in the family cemetery. When they survived, I treated them equally and rewarded them for their achievements."


    Victor said coldly, "I am confident that no Lord will do better than me... Soldiers fishing people are like playing a risky confrontation game, but for the Lord, this is a real war."


    "This war will last for several years until the port and shipyard are built. Every war camp consumes the Lord''s armaments, materials and food every day. If the main legion of Dodo kingdom is still stationed in the front line of Minsk fortress, Gambis Kingdom has no ability to trouble the fishmen. This is not a war. What is it?"


    "Since it''s a war, fish people don''t care. You were a refugee or a soldier two years ago." Victor said with a smile, "fish people don''t care. What do I care? I didn''t force them to join the mercenary Corps... They eat and drink for nothing every day, and get military pay. They become selfish refugees in case of war. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"


    Miller opened his mouth, stuck his neck and said, "isn''t there a better way? That guy Nelson led the troops in the beginning, and they won''t be deserters."


    "You''ve been a priest in the Eastern League for many years. Haven''t you heard of the fishman butcher?"


    Victor shook his head, sighed and explained, "it''s easy for a knight to kill a fish man. If he kills too many, he will become a fish man butcher. The fish man will take the initiative to avoid the fish man butcher. If they don''t go ashore, the fish man war will fail... This is not the worst. The fish man butcher will occupy the beach for a long time, and the fish people will give birth to the fish man Lord."


    Victor frowned and said, "the fishman Lord is powerful and has tactical wisdom. I have witnessed the fishman Lord quietly assemble tens of thousands of fishmen and annihilate more than 2000 ant people at one time. Fortunately, it was killed by the ant leader, otherwise we would be in big trouble."


    "This is the experience summed up by the Borui people with their life and blood." Victor smiled at father Miller, shook his head and said, "so I dare not fight with the fish man again in the later stage. The fish man will run away when he sees the ''monster''. If they are forced to hurry and get a fish Lord out, my infantry array will be completely annihilated by the fish man."


    The divine family member was silent for a few seconds and cried reluctantly, "it''s good for me to put two divine skills..."


    Victor''s eyes coagulated and said half tentatively, "old man, we all know what Randall understands..."


    "Oh, boy, tell me, Randall, what do you understand?" The God of the Lord of glory asked back with a smile.


    Victor gave a dry cough, changed the subject and said: "No matter what happens in the future, if we have a port, we can escape to the southern continent. But the mercenary soldiers still have to face stronger enemies. In your eyes, every mercenary is an object that needs redemption. What I see is an army. The army is a whole. If we want to redeem an army, we must remove the impurities. Only in this way can the army protect us Protect yourself and protect the people. "


    "High sounding." Miller laughed, pointed to victor and said: "Why don''t you let Caligula go to the battlefield? You know he will be a deserter, and you don''t want to kill him. So you also have selfishness. How can you decide the fate of the ''black belt''? How can those officers decide the fate of the ''black belt''? Can you guarantee that none of them deliberately delay the retreat so that the ''black belt'' can die?"


    "I... I don''t know." Victor shook his head solemnly, pressed his lips and said, "I don''t think anyone can be truly selfless... Everyone should be responsible for their decisions. I don''t regret my decisions, that''s all."


    "No regrets?"


    Father Miller shook his head, looked pitifully and said, "child, you are far from ''no regret''... If you want to learn ''no regret'', you must first learn ''unhappy''."


    Victor reached his heart and asked cautiously, "what is learning to be unhappy?"


    "I''m not happy now!"


    Father Miller said with a straight face, "I want to go to the beach battlefield. No one in the world can stop me! Neither can your wife! But I didn''t go. I''m here to learn from you, so you''re happy, I''m not happy! You say, did you make me unhappy, or did I make myself unhappy?"


    It''s funny for a wrinkled, thin old man to discuss his unhappiness with the knight Lord. But if a Holy Spirit priest says he is "unhappiness", it''s another matter.


    Victor smiled and said, "who can make you unhappy? Of course, you make yourself unhappy..."


    Miller glanced sideways at Victor and said, "it''s easy for me to make myself happy, but it''s difficult to make myself ''unhappy''. Your wife also makes herself ''unhappy''... One day, you''ll be qualified to have a good talk with me when you''re strong enough to be free and stick to ''unhappy''."


    Victor''s heart jumped a few times and asked nervously, "you... You know what my problem is? Can you help me? No, no, you should help me, right? No one is talking to you. How lonely you are."


    Father Miller''s muddy old eyes lit up a white gold glow, looked up and down at Victor, and said contemptuously, "isn''t it the withering of blood?"


    Victor was surprised, then looked eagerly at the old priest and said, "then help me treat it!"


    Father Miller walked to Pinghu Town with his hands on his back and without looking back. "How can there be such a good thing in the world? When you come back from the Rose Manor, I have a problem for you to solve... You make me happy first, and then I''ll help you."