amaotonovel Chapter 882 The Holy Light on the Stake
Chapter 882 The Holy Light on the Stake
Chapter 882 The Holy Light on the Stake
Jean Madeleine quietly closed the door.He put his ear against the crack of the door and listened with bated breath. He didn't hear the sound in the room for a long time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:
"fine……"
He subconsciously drew a circle on his chest, and connected seven dots outside the circle, symbolizing the divine power of the Lord of Radiance.
As for the doctrine has been changed now, you should order nine or something...
I'm sorry, a low-level little servant like him has already formed a habit for more than ten years, and he hasn't changed it until now.
Gene tiptoed, quietly.Go to the back door of the church and open a crack in the door.Before the people outside could speak, he had already put his index finger on his lips and gave a loud "shh":
"My lord bishop is asleep. Be quiet and follow me!"
A group of wet farmers followed him on tiptoe, holding their breath.Gene took them to a side room, settled them in, and brought a few coarse towels:
"You stay here for one night first. The Bishop has been busy all day today and just fell asleep. Don't wake him up!"
"Who are you not waking up?"
Behind him, a kind voice asked with a smile.Gene turned his head in surprise. At the same time, all the farmers stood up and saluted unevenly:
"Sir Bishop."
"Sir Bishop."
"Bishop Miria."
Bishop Miria is an old man in his 70s and [-]s, with a white beard and white hair, a thin face, and a white cassock that is almost transparent after washing.He held a candlestick in his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and lifted it up, preventing the farmers from saluting:
"Sit down, sit down, my boys. It's hard work for you in this cold weather. — Gene, go get a bowl of oatmeal and keep us all warm."
"Sir Bishop—"
"go with!"
Gene lowered his head silently, and walked out of the room quickly without saying a word.Bishop Miria looked around and said in harmony:
"The Lord said, you should listen to the distress of the lambs, and you should extend your helping hand to them. ——Children, what happened to make you come to see me in a hurry?"
The crowd fell silent for a moment.Farmers, you look at me, I look at you, and you don't make a sound.After a long time, the oldest farmer with the most wrinkles on his face spoke tremblingly:
"Master Bishop, we want to beg you...we want to beg you..."
"Please save our food!"
A young man blurted out.He clenched his fists tightly, and the muscles on his strong arms bulged one by one:
"The Kingdom army robbed it, the court robbed it, the court robbed it, and the nearby knights robbed it again. If you don't hand it over, you will be disloyal to the Lord of Radiance. If you are not loyal to the Lord of Radiance, you will be burned at the stake!"
"The grain in the warehouse is empty, the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in the pen are gone, and even the seeds on the beams have been taken away! Last year, there was a catastrophe, and there was no harvest. This year, even the seeds will be taken away!"
With a plop, another farmer fell to his knees.He stretched out his rough and chapped hands, palms up, and stretched out many black and red chilblains in front of the bishop:
"My lord, the meaning of the Lord of Radiance is to let us all starve to death?!"
"You must not doubt the Lord's mercy." Bishop Miria was taken aback and retorted subconsciously.He reflexively drew a circle on his chest, dotted seven dots, paused, and dotted two more:
"The Lord said: Whoever believes in Me sincerely, I will bestow great blessings on him forever. I will take him into My kingdom of heaven, where there will never be hunger, cold, and pain, and the river will flow with milk and honey..."
The farmers prayed with him.Amidst the sound of prayers, white light flowed slowly, gently rippling on the bishop's cassock, candlestick, and rosary beads on his wrist.
And the farmers who participated in the prayer were also shrouded in a faint white light.For a while, the pain subsided, the wound healed, and the whole person gained a bit of strength.
"Thank you, Lord of Radiance, for your grace."
"Thank you for the grace of the Lord of Radiance..."
The expressions of the farmers all relaxed and eased up a little.At the end of a long prayer, Gene happened to bring a tray over, with a large pot on it and seven or eight clay bowls:
"Come on, drink a bowl, drink a bowl." Somewhat reluctantly, he picked up the copper spoon, spoon by spoon, and poured oatmeal into the clay bowl.The porridge water was cloudy, and in a large spoonful of porridge, only a few grains floated up.
Even if it is such porridge soup, the farmers carefully hold it in their hands and drink it carefully.Take two sips and spin the clay bowl:
Try to let the grain inside sway a little, so as not to stick to the bottom of the bowl, and you need to stick out your tongue to lick the bowl in front of the bishop.
"Why so few?"
Bishop Miria frowned.Genn lowered his head silently, and stubbornly pursed his lips into a straight line.Bishop Miria looked at him carefully and sighed:
"Forget it, you can get the bread from the cupboard."
"Bishop! That's your day-to-morrow..."
"It's rare for everyone to come here once, and we can't let them spend the night hungry. Go."
Bishop Miria said softly.After this question and answer, the farmers in the room all reacted and blocked them one after another:
"No need, no need!"
"We're not hungry!"
"Look, I'm full!" The young man who was the first to complain raised his stomach and slapped it twice.Bishop Miria lowered his gaze and sighed silently:
Besides a bag of water, what else could there be in this belly?
He subconsciously swiped the holy emblem again, but didn't notice that this time his fingers only tapped seven points.Lift your eyes and look around at the farmer in the room:
"How much food do you want to store?"
The expressions of the farmers relaxed.The elderly farmer who took the lead in speaking took a step forward, bowed and said:
"My lord bishop, we dare not be greedy. Each family only needs to save two bags of millet! Two bags! As long as next year's grain seeds can be saved, it will be a bit bitter if it is bitter. Picking acorns, digging grass roots, peeling bark, you can always live on..."
Bishop Miria was silent, silent.After a long silence, he showed determination and nodded heavily.
Dozens of sacks of grain seed were carried into the church.Bishop Miria personally led the way, took them into the cellar, and circled to the deepest corner.He knelt down and prayed a few words, with a faint white light on his palm, he stretched out his hand and pushed:
"Here it is. Put it all in."
The farmers left thankfully.Bishop Miria sent them to the back door, watched them disappear into the dark rainy night, frowned and sighed:
"How did it become like this...how could it be like this...benevolent lord of radiance, please let your light shine on all things, please have mercy on your people, save your people..."
He was so worried that he fell down in front of the holy image that night and prayed all night.On the icon, on the altar, the faint light lasts for a long time.
"This church still has holy power."
"Yes, the reserve of holy power is quite good."
In the rainy night, two magicians flew down on the wall without making a sound.One of the two waved [Detect Magic], and the other turned on the instrument, skillfully measured and recorded:
"Peripheral Saint Power response...red, 57..."
"The central building's holy power response... orange, 32..."
"The sacred image, the holy power of the altar react...why isn't this old man leaving?"
The magician came and went without alarming anyone.The local area was calm for seven or eight days, and then, an iron hoof broke the peace around the church.
"According to the general's order, the diocese will raise [-] pounds of grain and send it to the barracks in three days!" The envoy did not dismount at all, and threw down a document arrogantly:
"If there is a delay, shortage, or shoddy, it will be used to deliberately delay the military aircraft, and it will be punished for disloyalty to the Lord of Radiance!"
As soon as he knocked on the horse's belly, he turned his head and was about to leave.There was a bang in the inner hall, and Bishop Miria rushed out with his robe in hand:
"Wait!—1000 pounds certainly won't do it! This parish has only [-] people, and it's been requisitioned three times! Three times!"
"This is an order from the general!" The envoy raised his whip and pointed to the documents on the ground:
"The referee has also signed! Remember, three days, only three days!"
Bishop Miria stayed at the door.He picked up the document with trembling hands, read it again, and read it again.Finally, he pressed the document tightly to his chest and raised his head to the sky:
"Good Lord..."
He ran for three days and begged for three days.Three days later, the elderly bishop led the villagers and dragged five wooden carts to the military camp.
"Why is this?"
The counting official frowned at a glance.This kind of wooden cart can hold up to [-] pounds, and if it is crushed, it will not exceed [-] pounds.Five cars, [-] pounds, less than [-] pounds—
The military order asked for [-] pounds!Less than half of it was delivered, what does that mean? !
He wanted to reprimand, but seeing the bishop's white beard and white hair, thin clothes, trembling in the cold wind, he couldn't bear to speak.After a pause, he whispered:
"Hurry up and go back, and hurry up to make up for it. I'll help you write down part of it first, and don't report it. You should send the rest before tonight! Don't hurt me!"
"There are only so many." Bishop Miria smiled wryly.He spread his hands and took a few shots from top to bottom:
"Candlesticks, dishes, rosaries, furniture, I have bet everything I can. I only raised this little food—our parish really has no food..."
"what happened?!"
With the horseshoe behind him, someone raised his voice and asked.Bishop Miria turned his head and quickly saluted:
"archbishop……"
"What is the task of their parish?" The archbishop frowned and stretched out his hand.The little official hurriedly delivered the documents, and the archbishop unfolded the documents, and his face darkened when he saw them:
"This is military rations! Do you want the soldiers of the Lord of Radiance to fight hungry? - Can't raise it? Why can't everyone else raise it, but you can't? Come and search!"
As soon as the order was given, black riders rushed out like wind and lightning.Bishop Miria was taken to a side tent and ordered not to wander around. In less than half a day, a rider returned and reported to the archbishop:
"We found the food! It's in the cellar of the church, there are dozens of bags! It's still covered up with a magic circle. If Brother Adam wasn't careful, we wouldn't have found it!"
The archbishop looked over sullenly.Bishop Miria was in a hurry!
"You can't drag this away! This is grain growing! They entrusted me to grow grain! With the seeds, next year they won't starve to death, and the people will have hope!"
"So soldiers can starve to death?"
The archbishop retorted.Before he could answer, with a wave of his hand, another group of people rushed out, obviously dragging those seeds.
"You can't do this! You can't do this!" Bishop Miria stopped one and then the other, but he was alone and could not stop anyone.In desperation, he suddenly fell to his knees and prayed loudly:
"Lord, your radiance shines everywhere, your holiness sees everything... Please have mercy on your people, save your people..."
A white light lit up from him, booming, illuminating the entire tent.The white light was like substance, blocking the entrance of the entire tent, and blocking all the knights who wanted to rush out.The archbishop is furious:
"Presumptuous! Are you going against the will of our lord?"
"You are not my lord's will!" Bishop Miria raised his head:
"The authority of the Holy See comes from our lord. We are grazing his lambs on behalf of our lord! We should listen to their pain and comfort their sorrow, instead of looting their food and watching them starve to death!"
During the speech, the holy light condensed, faintly forming the shape of the holy emblem and the holy sword.The Archbishop lowered his face:
"Miria, because of your many years of contribution, I will give you another chance. Get out of the way and wait for punishment—otherwise, do you think the court will not punish you!"
"Impossible!" The old bishop held his head high, with white beard and white hair, and said without wind:
"I have taken care of the Lord's lamb by the will of our Lord and the assignment of the Holy See for more than sixty years. Unless I die today, if I want to harm the people in my parish, I have to step on my dead body first! Even if I die, I will It is also returning to the kingdom of God of my lord, I am waiting for you to go to hell!"
"Very well, you are going to rebel." The archbishop nodded heavily:
"—Come here! Bishop Miria violated the will of the Holy See, deprived him of his membership, and sentenced him to be burned at the stake!"
He raised his hand.A sharp white light came out of his hand, beating Bishop Miria until he vomited blood on the spot, and flew out in the air.The knights rushed forward, some raised their hands, some raised their feet, and tied him to the stake.
Thick smoke rose and flames billowed.And amidst the rising flames, pure white holy light lasted for a long time.
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