Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

The manager didn't dare to say anything more, just nodded and retreated obediently.

Bishop Grein was too lazy to look at the steward's expression. He paced back and forth, thinking about what kind of wine to arrange for the dinner.

Wine is obviously not an option. In sacred rituals, it is used as a substitute for the blood of the Son of God. How can one ask the Holy Spirit to taste one's own blood?

Bishop Grein recalled that the Holy Spirit had been drinking wheat-brewed beer along the way, which further confirmed his guess - he didn't know what Russell drank depended entirely on what was in the cellar of Heinrich's manor.

However, Weinard Farm was an affiliate of the Inquisition after all, and there were no other drinks in its cellar except wine.

Bishop Grein paced around a few times in frustration and said to another steward, "Go, send someone to the nearby farms or the knights' territories to get some beer! No wine at the dinner!"

The second manager also retreated obediently.

Bishop Grein continued to ponder how to arrange the dinner. As it was his first meal as host for the Holy Spirit, he hoped it would be perfect.

Therefore, Bishop Greene did not notice that after being dismissed by him, the stewards did not rush to prepare the dinner, but instead quietly gathered in a spacious room.

"How about it, everyone, do you believe what I said now?" A short bishop asked slowly with bright eyes as he looked around.

If Bishop Grein were here, he would certainly recognize that this was Bishop Damian, the leader of the monastic sect whom he nicknamed "Owl".

The first steward nodded. "Yes, you are right, Bishop Damian. This Grein has gone further and further down the path of heresy. He ignores Lent and insists on eating meat at dinner!"

The second steward echoed, "And Grein demanded that no holy blood be served at dinner. He asked me to go to the nearby villages to collect beer!"

Bishop Damian smiled. "Very good. Now you should all believe that Grein has embarked on the path of heresy, right?"

Bishop Grein's confidants looked at each other in confusion, and finally nodded.

"That's good. I'm here on the orders of Archbishop Cluny to investigate Glenn's fall into heresy." The owl's smile became more and more mysterious.

Bishop Damian could have directly used the order of Archbishop Cluny to overwhelm everyone, but he was obviously aware that any order from above must be carried out by those below.

However, top-down pressure from one person is often not as effective as guiding and persuading those below and then executing them.

Now, faced with the ironclad fact that Bishop Grein displayed various "heretic" images, those who were originally considered Bishop Grein's confidants all chose to obey Bishop Damian's orders.

"Well, I'll personally capture Grein. You, go and detain the 'guests' he brought with him until I arrive to reinforce him. You absolutely must not speak to him. He's the culprit who lured Grein into heresy, and he possesses an incomprehensible ability to deceive people."

Owl Damian arranged this.

"Sir Damian, you may not know that arresting the heretic Greene doesn't require much effort. His illegitimate son, Lehman, is currently visiting Weinard Manor."

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Immediately, one of Grein's confidants offered advice to Bishop Damian.

"Ah, that's great. Then, the task of capturing Green will be handed over to you. Maybe we will be colleagues in the future." Damian patted the priest's shoulder with a smile.

The priest who had been promised a promise was greatly encouraged: "Yes, I will definitely not disappoint you and Archbishop Cluny!"

This guy is obviously on the right track, putting Bishop Damien ahead of Archbishop Cluny.

Bishop Damian smiled, as if he didn't hear anything, and he also seemed not to notice the envious and jealous looks of the other priests.

"Then let me go directly to meet that deceptive Occitania," Damian the Owl continued.

"If I too have been deceived and fallen into heresy, you must remember to arrest me as well."

Bishop Damian didn't forget to make a joke.

The other priests all laughed wisely and joined in their praise. On the one hand, they accused Grein of being weak-willed and thus falling into heresy, while on the other hand, they praised Bishop Damian for his boundless piety and wisdom, saying that a mere heresy was nothing to be afraid of.

"Hahahahahaha! Well said, well said!" Bishop Damian laughed.

Then his smile suddenly faded, his expression becoming serious. "But I'm not kidding. It's said that the man disguised as an Occitania came from the gray fog."

"From the gray fog?" The faces of the priests changed, and they realized the seriousness of the problem.

In Usedom, the phrase "coming from the gray fog" now has only one meaning: demon.

The monks present were all middle-aged men who had all experienced the Great Retreat. The shadow of that humiliating defeat always lingered in everyone's heart.

When they heard that Grein might have been bewitched by the devil, even Bishop Grein's confidants, who had been reluctant at first, now regarded him as their mortal enemy.

The short Bishop Damian's eyes sparkled. "Yes, if necessary, release the Holy Host and kill me and that deceptive guest together."

"Don't worry about me. I've already pledged my life to the Lord! If things go wrong, you can unleash the Blessed Sacrament or any other weird evil creatures trapped in the dungeon to deal with him!"

Finally, Damian vowed, "For the sake of this world, I will not harm anyone with even a hair."

The monks also raised their hands solemnly: "For the sake of this world, I will not harm anyone with even a hair."

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Author's Note: Thanks for the tips and coins without nicknames;

Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tip and coins;

195 Arrest

Bishop Grein was still nitpicking over the details of the dinner when his former confidant walked in with his head held high.

"Gran! You heretic! Why don't you surrender! Confess your sins to God?" At first, the confidant felt a little guilty when he called his old boss by his name, but the more he spoke, the bolder he became, and in the end he looked quite righteous.

Behind him were two Knights of Judgment, who were devout believers in God and had outstanding combat abilities, carefully selected to be on the safe side. They stood on the left and right, protecting this confidant.

"Tur, what are you doing?"

Instead of showing any panic, Grein even wanted to laugh.

It cannot be said that Bishop Green was completely unaware of his men's absent-mindedness, but he did not care about these minor changes at all.

In Bishop Grein's view, any current setbacks are merely minor tests on the road to establishing the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit.

Especially considering that the Holy Spirit was sitting in the banquet hall, once these people saw the true appearance of the Holy Spirit, they would undoubtedly kneel down and cry bitterly and beg for His forgiveness.

When Bishop Greene thought of that scene, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Who told you to question me, Tour?" Bishop Grein looked at his former confidant with disdain. "What did they promise you? Thirty silver coins?"

Tur was so frightened that he took a step back. He drew his dagger and gestured, "You! Behave! If you don't surrender, your son will be in trouble!"

Oh? Where did you take Lehman?

Bishop Grein took a step forward with an indifferent expression.

"Life is like a dream, and our home on earth is always short-lived." Bishop Grein calmly stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed the stigmata on the back of his right hand. "It is the honor of Lehman to be able to die for the Holy Spirit!"

Looking at Bishop Grein who was walking with his head held high and a stern look in his eyes, and then looking at Tur who was cowering and hiding behind them and threatening Bishop Grein's family, the two trial knights began to have doubts in their hearts.

Aren't they here to arrest heretics? Who is the heretic? No matter how you look at it, this Tour is the dishonorable one.

Seeing the stigmata on the back of Bishop Grein's hand light up, Tour became even more panicked: "Stop! Don't go any further! If anything happens to me, your son will too - ah! What are you doing!"

The stigmata on the back of Bishop Grein's hand began to glow, becoming decisive evidence. The two knights instantly made the correct judgment - Bishop Grein was wronged, and this was a shameful conspiracy!

So the two devout knights instantly changed sides, and they immediately captured Tour, one on the left and one on the right.

"Tell me, who ordered you to do this? I want to see who is so bold as to dare to go against the Lord." Bishop Grein pinched Tour's chin.

"I, I! Yes, yes..." Tour couldn't even speak clearly.

As Bishop Grein's confidant, Tours certainly knew that the head of the Inquisition had countless cruel methods. When Bishop Grein pinched his chin, he seemed to hear the sound of his jaw breaking, and was so scared that he almost wet his pants.

"I didn't expect you to be so crazy, Glenn." A crisp female voice came in, and Cecilia pushed the door open.

"Archbishop Cluny decrees that Green, who has fallen into heresy, be stripped of his stigmata!" Cecilia held a parchment scroll in her hand. "He is also stripped of his title of bishop and all his positions within the church!"

Cecilia's stigmata flashed brightly, while the stigmata on the back of Bishop Grein's hand suddenly lit up, then quickly dimmed. When he looked at it again, the scar on the back of his hand had disappeared, and it was smooth and flat like a baby's skin.

No, you have the Archbishop's decree, why didn't you show it to me earlier? Are you kidding me?

The two devout knights were stunned. They looked at each other, immediately let go of Tur, and then grabbed Grein, who had been stripped of his stigmata.

"Haha, hahahahahaha! Heretics, what heretics! Do you want to judge the Lord too?" Bishop Grein laughed heartily. "So you are the lunatics! I finally understand why the Bull would oppose your choice to support Frederick!"

Cecilia remained unmoved. She said coldly, "Take him away and put him in the dungeon!"

The two knights didn't want to get involved in this mess anymore, so they quickly carried the former Bishop Grein towards the dungeon.

Tour was still a little frightened. Although he knew he had messed up, he still looked at Sister Cecilia with anticipation, hoping that Bishop Damian's promise would be fulfilled.

Pastor Tours was nervous but also felt a sense of hope, just like Fan Jin who was waiting for the results to be announced.

Cecilia smiled politely. "Okay, we've noticed your performance, Brother Tours. Please go home and wait for further notice."

I was not rejected immediately. That's great! It's really great! There is still hope, there is still a lot of hope!

Priest Tours didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed. He comforted himself reluctantly while nodding and bowing: "Yes, yes, then I will take my leave first!"

Priest Tours smiled flatteringly and left respectfully.

Cecilia looked around and saw that there was no one around. She immediately withdrew her aura and slumped down in a chair without any proper posture. Then she picked up a fork, picked up a large piece of freshly grilled meat, and put it into her mouth.

"Well, meat is still delicious! Lent and the like should be abolished!" Cecilia narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, then waved her knife and fork and began to feast on the food.

…………

"Russell, I'm hungry!"

Sitting in the banquet hall, Rosaline looked at Russell pitifully. She had no idea that the food that originally belonged to her was now in another woman's stomach.

Although Rosalyn's irregular sleep and rest habits improved somewhat after following Russell, she did not show any restraint in her eating habits.

Eleanor was very envious of Rosaline's physique, which allowed her to eat whatever she wanted without gaining weight.

Although Russell's love for big breasts and big buttocks eased Eleanor's weight anxiety, she still paid close attention to her diet. Eleanor was afraid that if she had a little more fat on her belly and waist, Russell would dislike her.

"I feel like something's not right. I told you that Bishop Glenn might be plotting something..." Russell started talking about the same old things again.

Margaret then began to comfort Russell: "My Lord, you can rest assured that Bishop Grein is a true follower of yours. Well, but this bishop seems unpredictable."

The reason why Margaret changed the subject so suddenly was simply because the door to the banquet hall was thrown open, and a group of fully armed knights of judgment rushed in, led by the short but bright-eyed Bishop Damian.

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Author's Note: There's another chapter tonight.

196 Departure

"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies." Bishop Damian said with a smile.

“I feel very honored to be with you all on this wonderful evening and to share this precious time with you.”

The short bishop nodded slightly to Russell. If it weren't for the cold light reflected from the knights' armor and weapons, Russell would have really thought he was at a dinner party and the bishop was giving an opening toast.

"First of all, I would like to express my most heartfelt blessings. May the Lord's love and grace always be with you."

Margaret had already held down the sword, and Rosalyn tucked Francine into Eleanor's arms, also holding the staff.

Eleanor was baffled by Margaret and Rosaline's hostile attitude. The naive princess believed that simply revealing her identity would put an end to the conflict. Could the church still dare to attack the royal family?

She was so well protected that she had no idea that the Church and the King were on the brink of civil war.

Only Russell was still sitting there, like a VIP guest attending a dinner party.

Amid the chaotic and noisy sound of heavy footsteps of armored personnel pouring into the banquet hall, hitting the floor, Russell smiled and clapped his hands.

Clap, clap, clap. Russell's slow, methodical applause seemed especially clear, as if it suppressed the sound of the knights' footsteps.

Russell was as calm as a distinguished guest attending the dinner, with a warm smile on his face, as if he really appreciated the toast made by Bishop Damian as the host.

The smile on Bishop Damian's face grew even wider, and at the same time, he became more and more wary of Russell's fearless attitude.

Have I fallen into this demon's trap? Is he trying to break my will?

Although the bishop did not notice anything wrong, facing the "devil" before him, the absence of any abnormality was the biggest abnormality.

To the bishop, this seemed to be a clash of wills. If he showed any fear, the devil would take advantage of the situation and bewitch his mind.

Beads of sweat appeared on Bishop Damian's forehead, but he still smiled appropriately: "Here, we have the opportunity to revisit those loving moments, feel the warmth of friendship, and experience the power of faith."

Russell smiled and nodded, as if he appreciated Bishop Damian's meaningless nonsense.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of Bishop Damian, who was also wary of the ladies around Russell.

Margaret, who carries the coat of arms of the Walhausen family, has become a very difficult problem for Bishop Damian.

Bishop Damian noticed that the Knights of Judgment he brought with him subconsciously moved away from Margaret. It seemed that no one wanted to offend the lady from the Walhausen family, which caused some flaws in the originally complete encirclement formation.

The blue-haired female mage in a mage robe was the first mage to appear in Usedom since the great retreat.

Twenty-four years was too long, so long that Bishop Damian almost forgot that there were such rebellious and unbelievers in the world.

Now that demons and the Faithless have joined forces, what about this lady from the Walhausen family? Has she been bewitched by the demons? Or has the Knight Protector himself also been slowly corrupted by the demons during his long patrols?