When the Midsummer Festival came to an end, the Holy Cross Church in eboden welcomed a new bishop, a famous fascist priest from the Principality of lottel.
This is a very novel thing in eboden, but the more shocking thing for eboden people is still ahead - just at the inauguration ceremony of the bishop of fascism, the Bellini family, the only one present in the free parliament, suddenly announced that they would donate all their properties in the civilian area in the south of eboden to let the Holy Cross build churches, Build shelters to help the poor.
If this "little money" is not worth mentioning for the Bellini family with ocean caravans, the next thing is amazing:
Alto Bellini, the talented alchemist who just took over the family from his uncle who died unexpectedly and became the head of the Bellini family, donated all his research efforts - the research formula and all achievements of Holy Blood potion to the Holy Cross Church in eboden free of charge.
In order to commend the Belini family for such a pious move, bishop Francis announced on the spot that from now on, the Holy Cross Church will maintain its sacred and pure status and will no longer directly take over any form of money. All the donations of believers and the "church tax" paid by the eboden free Parliament will be managed and operated by the Belini family, At the same time, it will bear all the expenses of the eboden church.
The whole eboden was stunned!
After the pious Francis bishop took office, the Church of the Holy Cross in eboden changed overnight - it was no longer a dispensable in people''s minds in the past, but a decoration. It only went back to the church once on Sunday;
Alto Bellini, who suddenly "changed camp", also brought a lot of wealth and opportunities to the Holy Cross Church - as a representative of businessmen, the Bellini family controls ocean caravans, a large number of workshops... More importantly, the voice of the free Parliament.
Within a week, with the help of the Bellini family and their followers, the free parliament almost passed two bills against the strong protest of the nine pointed wizard tower - first, opening the absolute missionary power to the church, and then the parish military leadership.
The former is to ensure that any movement of the church in eboden will not be restricted; The latter is to allow the Holy Cross Church in eboden, like other principalities, to have a certain number of armed people.
For eboden, the wizard City, the result is full of destruction - the headquarters of the wizard world will finally fall under the light of the Holy Cross.
All this is a lesson from the past, but the nobility of the nine pointed star wizard tower and the free Parliament are not very worried. The law can be changed overnight, but the establishment of reputation and authority takes a long time to accumulate. If you want to reverse the status of the Holy Cross Church in eboden, you can''t change it by one or two bills.
But Francis has another card, Holy Blood potion.
After getting the medicine formula, it has the resources and sufficient manpower provided by the Bellini family, and the church covers most of the Holy Cross Church in eboden. It only took a week to mass produce the "reduced version" of the holy blood medicine, which is distributed to all devout believers at the entrance of each church free of charge.
The plan of fascism is very clear. The area of the civilian area in the south of the city is half that of the whole eboden, and the number of civilians accounts for three-quarters of the whole eboden. As long as they can get their love, the Holy Cross Church can regain its foothold in this blasphemous city!
The love and support of civilians is the real trump card of the Holy Cross Church, and it is also something that wizards can never reach - what they touch is doomed that these people can only be respected and revered at most, but can not be loved by believers like the priests of the church.
In the South and west of the city, there are long lines outside the gates of each dilapidated or gorgeous church, crowded with Holy Cross believers who have never been pious in the city, looking inside desperately with expectant faces.
Instead of being decadent and kind, the gentle priests and nuns kindly distributed bottles of "Holy Blood potion" to everyone who was willing to go to church.
The only price is a trivial "may the Holy Cross bless the humble us."
With just one sentence, they can get the medicine that can cure all diseases, heal old wounds and revive disabled limbs - countless dying patients, disabled beggars, poor tramps, dying old people, just drink a drop of medicine and instantly regain their life!
The grateful poor people knelt down in front of the church door one by one, told their tragic stories to everyone close, and thanked the Holy Cross for the miracle given to them, so that they could live like a healthy person again.
Of course, perhaps they will never know how "incredible" the potions they call "miracles" have.
It''s definitely not just a "disease" that can cure them
Wandering in the garden of corona residence, Loren looked at the small bottle in his hand, gently pulled out the cork, let the bright red liquid sprinkle on the lawn under his feet, and dyed the green grass dark red.
Although it was only a small move, the black haired wizard did it very seriously, as if it was a special ceremony, and didn''t even notice the white haired girl behind him.
"Do you care about this?"
Ariel, who came behind Lauren, asked softly. Her weak boneless arms surrounded his waist from behind - even through her clothes, the black haired wizard could feel the cold limbs without any temperature.
"Do you care? Just two weeks ago, I almost lost my life because of this thing." Lauren didn''t look back and smiled indifferently: "now, there are almost all the streets. You can get it from any church. How can you not care?"
"So, dear Lauren, are you satisfied?" in a soft voice, the girl holding behind him gently rubbed his back with her small head: "now you are safe and get what you want. Don''t be nervous. You can put down your guard in front of Ariel."
"Yes, it''s time to pay off the debt." Lauren looked back with a sneer:
"After going around in such a big circle, I think it''s time for you to tell me what you really want, although I think I may have guessed a little."
"Oh?" the girl smiled slightly on her pale face, seemed to be looking forward to it, and hugged Lauren harder: "do you want to guess? What does Ariel want..."
"The first is your identity. I''ve been thinking about it for a long time... You know Asriel and you know his identity - but as far as I know, it''s almost impossible. Even in lottel, there are few people familiar with this legend."
Lauren turned indifferently and calmly pressed Ariel''s unbearable waist with her right hand. The smooth, delicate and cold touch is not enough to describe it with surprise
"So, let me first assume that you may have met another goblin who knows asrell, or other demons and evil gods. After all, I have met his'' old acquaintance '', and perhaps the ancient gods know each other.
But you are different, Miss Ariel. You are afraid of Asriel. This is the biggest difference I have seen and understood - fear may be normal. After all, how can mortals not feel fear in front of evil gods, but fear and threat... That is a completely different emotion. "
"Why do you care about this?" the girl''s eyelashes trembled slightly, and her delicate eyes softened her heart: "can''t you feel it? Ariel is completely to you..."
The girl suddenly lost her tongue, because one right hand restrained her soft neck, and the joint against her throat could break the delicate neck at any time.
"I''m sorry, because I hate being played by people, and I hate meeting a situation I don''t know at all." Loren''s expression cooled down bit by bit:
"Let me make another conjecture - you know exactly what will happen in eboden next, especially in the civilian area in the south of the city where Holy Blood potions are all over!"