Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 238

Chapter 238 The Darkest Hour of the Northern Continent

 Late January, on the southern coast of the Protos Empire in the northern continent.

 Snow is not a common weather phenomenon in this area of ​​the warmer coastline.

 Lilome City has always been a warm, lively city with the sea as its background.

Because this south bank city is located to the west of the more remote southern border, it is extremely far away from the large main port on the south bank of the Protos Empire. The inland behind the city is a large mountain forest, and it is hundreds of miles away from the nearest inland city. Kilometers of road, so mostly just a tourist city.

 Although it is not particularly rich, the scenery is wonderful.

The entire city is distributed on a series of coastal islands and bridges connecting them. Therefore, the artistic bridges have become a very conspicuous landscape in Lilom City, which not only facilitates transportation, but also provides an excellent view of the sea. Place.

However, in this rare and extremely cold winter this year, the storm seemed to have swept from the imperial capital in the north to these border cities.

 A light snow fell in the night.

The light on the lighthouse was looming in the thin snow curtain, and the ships parked in the port were covered with a faint layer of white. The seabirds no longer chirped, but hid in the cabins or the warm holes of the lighthouse. The mast formed a psychedelic silhouette in the fine snow with the lights in the distance.

 Snowflakes fall gently on the city's stone roads, blending with the existing snow on the ground.

 The long road leading from the port to the city hall is covered with snow, and the light becomes soft and hazy through the snow layer of the lampshade.

After dark, there are fewer pedestrians on the road. The only ones who appear are wearing thick coats and hats, walking by in a hurry.

Their footsteps left water trails on the ground, turning the newly fallen snowflakes into pitch black.

These citizens do not seem to be afraid of the cold.

Rather, it is the harmonious yet strange transformation of the Protos Empire in recent times and the group of silver-robed priests who can walk majestically on the streets.

 In this late night when even the moonlight is almost hidden.

 Not far from the city hall, in a mansion that matches the family background and power.

 Crimson tapestries hang on the walls, and the detailed embroidery describes scenes of war, trade, harmony and prosperity, showing the history and glory of the Protos Empire.

Two men sat calmly on chairs made of moonwood and metal in the living room, drinking together at the table across the table.

This is like a banquet for villains that has never disappeared in the history of the Northern Continent.

 “Master of the Resurrection Church, I pay my respects to you on behalf of the lord.”

The man wearing the gorgeous clothes specially customized for the fat body was obviously a dignitary of this city-state. He raised the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

“Viscount Francis is really ignorant of current affairs and cannot see clearly the current overall situation of the empire.”

The nobleman looked distressed, shook his head and sighed, as if he was a noble man who was worried about the world.

As for who he thinks is qualified to govern this city, the attitude shown to the resurrected priest in front of him is more important than any other explanation.

“…Actually, I quite admire that lord.”

Opposite the nobleman, a silver-armored priest with a blue alien seal hanging around his neck and a believer in evil gods shook his wine glass and murmured.

 The holy seal on his chest is a blue precious quality [Certificate of Resurrection - Ba Tian].

The members of the Church of Resurrection who possess this level of [Certificate of Resurrection] are all high priests with high-level positions. The purple rare-level seals above are almost all direct soldiers or close associates of the bishop, which are not seen in small border places like them. big shot.

The pink saint is the holy son and saint chosen by the bishop, further away in the horizon. The epic level is [Bishop's Certificate].

  Under ordinary circumstances.

Members of the Resurrection Church will try their best to hide their [Certificate of Resurrection] and only show it when they need to prove their identity to their colleagues.

 Almost no crazy guy would directly turn it into a seal and wear it blatantly.

But now.

 In the Protos Empire, the Church of the Resurrection has been recognized as a legal religion.

 The cardinal, who has always been notorious in the northern continent and feared and hated by all races, has now become the archbishop of the Protos Empire who needs to be respected by the people.

This earth-shaking status quo is not caused by the Resurrection Church's persecution. The Resurrection Church does not have the ability to persecute the Protos Empire. This is the empire's active choice.

 A few years ago, everyone would have thought that the empire was crazy.

 But this is the fact at the moment.

“But that lord... Viscount Francis, he has serious tendencies towards the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, and his attitude towards your Church of Resurrection is even more obvious and full of fear, especially... he cannot believe in the theory of hegemonic Catholicism.”

The noble said this, carefully sipping the red wine and studying the expression of the silver-armored priest opposite.

 “Then it seems...he is indeed guilty.”

The silver-armored priest turned his head, looked at the small fountain in the courtyard, and said to himself thoughtfully.

The entire mansion is warm and pleasant from the inside to the outside, with gurgling water and a comfortable atmosphere that is completely different from the city atmosphere. Or maybe they are the source that determines the quality of the atmosphere.

“Indeed, so in order for you to preach more smoothly in this city, and to prevent powerful people with evil intentions from maliciously smearing your image, I think the upper echelons of this city need a change.”

The noble snickered with satisfaction, drank the wine in one gulp, and wiped the red liquid from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

“…Although our Resurrection Church is currently an orthodox sect recognized by the Protos Empire, we cannot blatantly violate the laws of the empire, otherwise we will still be imprisoned as criminals.”

The silver-armored priest seemed to think for a while, and then spoke slowly.

Taking action against the orthodox nobles of the empire, that is, Viscount Francis, the lord of Lilome City. Once the upper echelons of the empire launch a picket and find out, he, as a clergyman of the Church of Resurrection with a high status now, will also face a serious crime and be killed as a warning to others.

"Did you know? The lord's daughter has some atavistic demonic characteristics. Even though her parents are undoubtedly humans, people with demonic characteristics like her will still be regarded as half-demon and have no right to inherit the territory. . Once Viscount Francis is gone, I will quickly make her my family member, and I will control this city-state. I guarantee that the follow-up of this matter will fall into disgrace, and she will not have the slightest chance to let people from the imperial capital come. To find out the cause of death of Viscount Francis.”

The noble raised the corners of his mouth and the fat on his face swayed, probably because he had dirty thoughts.

They are called wives and concubines, but in fact, those dirty things are only worthy of being his playthings and slaves.

 “You are such a bad guy.”

The silver-armored priest smiled and picked up his wine glass.

 Although dealing with such nobles would leave a handle on him, he didn't have the guts to tease the priests of their overlord branch.

 After all, they are not good people.

If the Hegemon Catholic Church is really angered, this city-state will disappear from the world forever in just a moment. As a life, this kind of noble is just a worm.

"So what do you think, my lord? Viscount Francis is currently going to sea, and he is expected to return from the main port city in the east in the next few days. I can provide you with his usual itinerary planning route."

 The noble poured half a glass of wine for the priest again and turned to ask.

　　Before liberation, those who had fornicated with the Resurrection Church, a sinful cult, were punished by death if they were discovered.

Nowadays, the Church of Resurrection has been brought to the forefront. If you want to entrust them with business in the empire, you don't even need connections. You can find them in public at any time. Even the temple in Lilomu City belongs to the Church of Resurrection.

However, everyone knows what the Resurrection Church's reserved business is. The Protos Empire is currently in a turbulent gray period. If we do not seize the opportunity, once the empire completely completes its transformation and becomes stable, it may never encounter such a good opportunity again.

 “Then let me help you.”

The silver-armored priest folded his hands and leaned on the back of the chair, the armor on his body creaking.

Viscount Francis is indeed an obstacle, and it might as well be removed.

 After all, it is reasonable for the weak to be killed by the strong. If Viscount Francis would die with his eyes open like this, he could only blame himself for being too weak.

“I will go and get you a nautical chart recording the usual route of Viscount Francis, and I will arrange a boat for you and the priests, so that you can approach them without arousing alarm.”

The nobleman stood up, shaking his belly and giggling.

  Imperial policy, the Resurrection Church, and the unrest in the north were none of his business.

 The focus is only on what will happen after you get the power.

 Wisdom is power. Power can rule everything in front of you. Few people can understand how sweet it tastes.

Once power and strength collude, even the black can be washed into white, and they are justice.

The current empire is ridiculous and beautiful.

 It is the carnival of the villains.

 “I'll go with you.”

The silver-armored priest also stood up, as if he had finished his dinner.

Nobles are naturally welcome to invite silver-armored priests to visit their mansions.

They walked all the way up the corridors and stairs, and soon arrived at the study room on the third floor of the mansion with a wide night view.

 The calendar hanging on the wall was turned over to the new year not long ago, and it is now 1798 in the solar calendar.

On the dark wooden desk, there are many official letters from the imperial capital piled up.

Most of them are related notices from the remnants of the Church of Destiny. Once these wanted criminals are discovered in border cities, the main city of the province needs to be notified immediately, and then reported to the Imperial Military Department.

“It's really ironic that in just two months, the originally high-sounding Church of the Goddess of Destiny was swept out of the empire.”

The nobleman opened the drawer, glanced at the papers, and shook his head sarcastically.

Many people can't understand all this seemingly crazy thing, but people like him who understand the changes in current affairs can probably see some flaws.

The Protos Empire needs the power of the Resurrection Church, and then there may be a great reckoning with the countries in the northwest.

Although we don't know what kind of changes are taking place within the empire, the elimination of the obstructive Church of Destiny must be to pave the way for all this.

It's just between these official letters.

 There is a red warning that is very conspicuous.

Almost from now on, he has attracted the attention of the silver-armored priest.

I saw personal information about Loren, the great priest of the Goddess of Destiny Church in the Southern Continent, hot stamped on it. All port cities on the south coast were asked to be extra vigilant about this person.

Although there is turmoil in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny on the Northern Continent, it is possible that the Church of the Goddess of Destiny on the Southern Continent will come to the Northern Continent for support.

 But this possibility is slim.

It is unlikely that the great priest Loren will give up protecting his native kingdom and cross the sea to come to the northern continent in person.

 The destruction of Bishop Ivanos was enough for him to drink a pot.

The Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny is in the Kingdom of Esthertelan to the northwest, and there is no threat from the south bank of the rear to penetrate into the hinterland of the Protos Empire.

“The Empire is incredibly cautious.”

The silver-armored priest picked up the notice and sighed.

 About Loren's official letter, the first article reads—

If you find the holder of [Original Slate-Wind], please report it to the Imperial Military Department as soon as possible.

At the bottom of the official letter, there are also slate images about the [Original Slate-Wind] and examples of the unique light caused by the [Original Slate-Wind] after the bearer casts wind magic.

 Since most powerful men like Loren will use elaborate disguises when traveling far away, under normal circumstances, even if he sneaks in, he cannot be found at all.

 But he has a weakness, that is, once he uses wind magic, which he is best at, the vision that will inevitably be produced by the [Original Slate - Wind] will hit the soul directly, cannot be imitated, and is extremely conspicuous.

 So, it is better to recognize people than to recognize stone slabs.

If anyone holds the [Primordial Tablet-Wind], it must be Loren.

"Haha, although I heard that the great priest Loren is a noble man and is unlikely to use despicable means, the empire has always been extremely cautious in dealing with powerful people. If he really dares to take a gamble and conquer the native country of the southern continent, No matter what, he secretly sneaked into the empire..."

The nobleman chimed in.

“It's true that the empire doesn't understand Loren.”

The silver-armored priest put down the red official letter and shook his head.

“Even if he were to come, he would support the Kingdom of Estherland openly and openly, and he would not be able to sneak deep into the empire to cause damage, nor would he have the guts to go to the imperial capital to cause trouble.”

"Unless he goes crazy and releases all the big demons who have been imprisoned for hundreds of years in the imperial capital prison, it is indeed possible that the Protos Empire will be thrown into chaos."

The nobles followed the words of the silver-armored priest in a joking and flattering manner, and they had a very good conversation about this topic.

Hearing this, the silver-armored priest actually frowned and thought about it seriously.

I have to say that this nobleman is quite a villain.

It's a pity that the leaderless eighth-level demons have no cohesion at all, and essentially the threat is not as great as imagined.

The silver-armored priest soon burst into laughter.

The nobleman's joke just now finally made him laugh.

 “Dare you go to that prison? Throw yourself into the trap!”

The nobleman also said with a vicious smile.

 The Church of the Goddess of Destiny is now defined as a cult in the Protos Empire.

As long as a cult leader like Loren dares to come, he will not be able to escape the empire's judgment and will definitely be sent to that prison!

 (End of this chapter)

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