Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

If I hadn't traveled light and with a small entourage, I probably wouldn't have been able to see this force hidden in the dark.

No, she was so unconcealed and suddenly emerged from the darkness. Could she be sent by the royal family?

Yes, that must be it. The royal family is here to destroy my connection with Meldorf. Friedrich, that insidious vulture, has finally stretched out his evil claws!

Who would crawl under a carriage to repair it? This must be some kind of evil ritual!

Bishop Grein's expression grew more solemn the more he thought about it. He quietly tugged at his sleeve, hiding the stigmata on the back of his hand.

It doesn't matter if the royal lackeys come after me, but don't even think about getting Sister Cecilia involved!

Thinking of this, Bishop Grein quickly turned his horse around and came to Sister Cecilia. He lowered his voice and said, "There are powerful enemies blocking the road ahead. Please stay away from me. If I clash with them, turn around and run away. I will do my best to hold them back."

After saying this, Bishop Green felt a surge of pride in his heart: Humph, after twenty-four years, I would like to see how far Vitolos's magic has developed now!

"But, isn't that because the carriage is broken and they are repairing it?" Cecilia did not nod obediently as Bishop Greene expected. Instead, she pointed at the carriage in front of her strangely and asked in confusion.

Alas, Sister Cecilia really needs to go out and gain some experience. She is so inexperienced that she doesn't understand how sinister people are when they go out.

Bishop Grein thought regretfully.

"Ah, I wish they were really repairing the car," Bishop Grein sighed. "Look, I'll tell you all their flaws one by one."

Bishop Green pointed at the carriage from a distance. He turned his head and was about to speak, but he saw the man who had originally crawled under the carriage crawling out again with a silly smile on his face.

The man pushed the carriage over and let the poor farmer, whose face was flushed from carrying the carriage, rest aside, then bent over to check the base of the carriage.

The man's flaxen hair, representing the Occitanias, was stained with dirt, and the blonde woman who had just been lecturing him started to clean his hair in an unpleasant manner.

Bishop Grein opened his mouth wide, pointing at the Occitania from a distance, unable to utter a word.

Why don't you, an Occitania, play by the rules?

Doesn't it make me look stupid that you have no travel experience?

Bishop Glenn was like a frozen stone statue, his whole body frozen and speechless.

"Uncle Glenn? You haven't told me the flaw yet." Sister Cecilia asked at the right time.

For some reason, Bishop Grein always felt that there was a sense of joy in the voice of Sister Cecilia, who always had a serious face.

"Well, that Occitania—" Bishop Grein tried to say something to save his face.

Wait, he's Occitania?

And the faithless female mage from Vitolos who seemed to appear out of nowhere?

Could it be, could it be?

Bishop Grein felt that he had made a bold guess.

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There are so many things to do at the end of the year, I worked overtime all day on the weekend...

No update tomorrow, please forgive me

182 The Test of the Holy Spirit

Previously, in the debate between Bishop Sigbert the Bull and Bishop Damian the Owl, Bishop Grein had actually been convinced by the Bull's theory of the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit.

Therefore, Glenn was always firm in his belief that Russell was the Holy Spirit, and he even begged Archbishop Cluny to send his adopted daughter Cecilia, also hoping that Cecilia would be bathed in the glory of the Holy Spirit.

Now that the Holy Spirit was before his eyes, Bishop Grein's breathing became heavy.

In Cecilia's eyes, Bishop Grein's behavior was very strange.

Bishop Grein was only halfway through his words when he suddenly froze. His eyes quickly became fiery and his breathing became rapid.

Oh, is Glenn okay? No wonder Dad told me to be so careful about him. He doesn't seem quite normal...

Sister Cecilia felt that Bishop Grein was really unreliable. He was stunned in the middle of his words.

"Lord Greene? Uncle Greene?" Cecilia tried to wake up Bishop Greene who was daydreaming.

At this moment, Green's mind was full of the dusty Russell crawling out from under the carriage and the silly smile on his face.

But why does this Holy Spirit, who goes by the alias Russell, look so... well... approachable?

No, the Father had once tested Abraham's piety by asking him to sacrifice his only son, Isaac; and when the Son came to earth, he mingled among the common people, spreading faith and saving the world. So the Holy Spirit must have his own purpose for doing so...

Yes, this is most likely a test from the Holy Spirit to test us! Testing whether we are kind and willing to help others!

Although he is not good at debate, as a professional priest, Bishop Grein's ability to recite and even quote scriptures skillfully is still his professional quality.

So Bishop Grein quickly convinced himself.

"Sister Cecilia, their carriage broke down, let's go and help them!" Bishop Grein said excitedly to Sister Cecilia after he figured it out.

Huh? Just now, Bishop Grein was ready for battle, telling me to flee quickly, as if he was preparing for a sudden attack from these gentlemen and ladies... How come he suddenly changed his words to "let's go help together"?

Did Grein rule out the possibility of an attack so quickly? Is the Inquisition's intelligence network so advanced? But is Bishop Grein, who presides over the Inquisition, such a zealous person?

Cecilia gently covered her mouth, which was open in surprise, with her right hand, and looked at Bishop Grein with a look that asked, "Are you okay?"

Bishop Green didn't pay any attention to Sister Cecilia's look, but he did notice the stigmata on the back of Sister Cecilia's hand covering her mouth.

The so-called stigmata are scars on the body of powerful clergymen that are similar to the scars of the Son of God during his crucifixion.

Because the Son of God was nailed to the cross during his crucifixion, the stigmata of the monks mainly appear on their hands or feet.

Occasionally, there are a few monks who are extremely powerful, and their holy marks appear on their foreheads - those are the marks left when the Son of God wore the crown of thorns before his crucifixion.

It is worth mentioning that all of these monks became popes without exception.

Seeing the stigmata on the back of Cecilia's hand, Bishop Green subconsciously pulled up his sleeve that was covering the stigmata.

His mind was full of rather utilitarian thoughts: We must let the Holy Spirit know that we are devout believers in God!

On Russell's side, Margaret was furious.

These two little bitches seduced my Lord in broad daylight! They even broke the carriage because they were so intense!

Is this the level of magic you possess, Rosalyn? You can't do anything right, yet you never leave any food uneaten!

Margaret was so angry that she didn't know what to say. But because of Russell, she couldn't get angry either. It seemed that any blame she gave to these two bitches would be like blaming her master.

Rosaline and Eleanor knew they were in the wrong, so they stood aside timidly.

Russell had no choice but to appease Margaret with a smile while he carefully repaired the carriage.

Ever since he was possessed by the flames, Russell had actually been very fond of these mechanical things, and he soon became quite fond of them.

Hmm, so this is where the problem lies. I'll reinforce this area, and then do some shock-proofing here... Well, this is definitely more comfortable than before. Very good, it will be fixed soon.

Just when Russell was about to finish his task, the sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance, and four people dressed as monks, one man and three women, approached on horseback.

The middle-aged man in the lead smiled kindly and said, "This is a problem with your carriage. Do you need any help?"

When Margaret heard someone asking this question with good intentions, she suppressed her anger and turned her head.

Then her pupils shrank, because what came into view were two monks with holy marks on their hands.

Good, two high-ranking priests who can call upon the power of the stigmata to fight!

Margaret had always suspected that her father's death was related to the church, and her hostility towards the church only grew. When she was resurrected, she did not have any holy marks on her body, which made her firmly believe that her god was not the false god worshipped in the church. At the same time, she also firmly believed that the false church was the usurper who presumptuously respected the god.

Now that two clergymen with stigmata on the backs of their hands had come to her door, Margaret's new and old grudges surged in her heart, and the anger that had accumulated along the way could no longer be suppressed and burst out.

"It's none of your business! Stay away!"

Margaret's upbringing was enough to keep her from saying anything mean.

But Bishop Glenn, who had greeted him with a smile but had a bucket of cold water poured on his head, was stunned.

As the Grand Chancellor of the Inquisition, Bishop Grein was someone who could stop children from crying at night. When others saw him, they could only obey him in a timid manner. Except for owls and bulls, no one dared to speak to him like that.

Therefore, the pampered Bishop Grein was instantly furious and his face turned red.

But then he suppressed his anger.

Is this a test from the Holy Spirit? What a close call! I almost failed the test!

"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from the Lord. Everyone who loves has been born of the Lord and knows the Lord. Anyone who does not love does not know the Lord, because the Lord is love."

Bishop Grein quickly used his professional qualities as a bishop and recalled the verse from 1 John that was most suitable for this occasion.

Look, not only did I flaunt my love, I also hinted at knowing the Lord. What a perfect response!

Although Bishop Glenn's face was flushed, he still had a kind smile on his face, and at the same time he felt quite proud of his response.

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183 Acquaintance

Cecilia, who was originally a little angry, was now confused by Bishop Grein. She began to look at Bishop Grein with a new respect.

Rumors are indeed unreliable...

Rumors say that Bishop Grein is overbearing, powerful, cruel, and his name can stop children from crying at night.

But when we really encountered an emergency today, we found that Bishop Grein was a very good-tempered and kind person!

That woman was so arrogant and ungrateful, but Bishop Glenn actually greeted her with a smile and even quoted a passage of scripture quite appropriately. My father's less than pious evaluation of him seemed to be a bit problematic.

Wait, is he hiring someone to put on a show for me? He wants to use me to speak well of him to Dad?

Sister Cecilia's eyes rolled and she quickly thought of another possibility.

No, not really. The disgust in that woman's eyes was clearly not an act... Hmm? Is that the Walhausen crest on her?

Ha, Bishop Glenn probably can't afford an actor of such status.

Sister Cecilia was very confident in her ability to judge people, and she quickly rejected the idea of ​​acting.

After confirming that Bishop Grein was not putting on an act, Cecilia began to feel that the woman from the Walhausen family across the street was a little too much.

Humph, the eldest daughter of the Knight Protector's family is probably another spoiled and unruly girl. Look, Bishop Grein was obviously responding in a nice way, but she actually looked even angrier.

Sister Cecilia thought Margaret was completely clueless.

Bishop Greene's charlatan remarks were like adding fuel to the fire, making Margaret furious.

She was so angry that she was shaking all over and almost wanted to draw her sword to cut the charlatan in half.

Fortunately, Russell held her hand at this time.

After being held by Russell, Margaret felt that her anger dissipated a lot in an instant. She took a half step back and stood behind Russell, but her hand was still quietly put in Russell's hand.

Russell smiled politely and said, "Ah, thank you for your kindness, but I have already repaired the carriage, so you don't need to trouble me. Thank you very much."

At the end of his speech, Russell's tone was a little surprised, because the middle-aged man in front of him suddenly turned red in the face and his legs became weak, looking like he was drunk.

What Russell didn't know was that Bishop Greene was indeed feeling as high as if he were drunk. If it weren't for the need to remain reserved in front of the Holy Spirit, this middle-aged man with a son would have jumped up in excitement.

Sure enough, I knew it! Just as it was written in the Scripture! I had passed the Holy Spirit's test!

I withstood the harsh words from the Holy Spirit's disciples, and indeed, I received a smile from the Holy Spirit!

Is this how Saint Abraham felt after offering up Isaac? I have reached the level of a saint today!

Well, what will the later Gospels record about the first saint who received the grace of the Holy Spirit?

Calm down! Calm down, Saint Grahn! You can't be disrespectful in front of the Holy Spirit!

Glenn had already called himself "Saint Glenn" in his heart, and he felt sincerely happy.

However, this joy did not come from faith, but from worldly glory and the joy of having one's name recorded in the scriptures - Archbishop Cluny saw it very accurately, Grein was indeed a secularist with little faith.

"Saint" Glenn now tried desperately to suppress the upward curve of his mouth corners and to remain serious in front of the Holy Spirit, but it was all in vain.

No, you can't keep a straight face, Saint Graham. You have seen the Holy Spirit, so you should bask in the joy of seeing the Holy Spirit!

The Gospel of Luke records that the Virgin Mary once said, "My soul magnifies the Lord, and my heart rejoices in God my Savior. For he has regarded the humble estate of his servant; from now on all generations will call me blessed."