Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Although the glory I have received is not as great as giving birth to the Holy Son, from now on, all generations will call me blessed!

When "Saint Grain" figured this out, he no longer concealed his ecstasy and smiled like a fool.

Seeing this smile, Margaret lost her temper and even found herself a little funny.

How could I possibly argue with this idiot? Losing my temper with a fool like this would only make me look like a fool myself!

The church is really going backwards. Can someone with such mental problems become a high-ranking clergyman?

Margaret shook her head and laughed.

Russell was at a loss to understand Bishop Glenn's intentions. He did not quite understand where this sudden burst of ecstasy came from.

Are you such a nice person? You hurriedly rode over to ask if I needed help, and you were so happy when you heard that my carriage was repaired...

Russell could only come to one conclusion, that the middle-aged man in front of him was a good guy, and an extremely altruistic one at that.

This gave Russell a very good impression of Bishop Greene, and his smile changed from polite to sincere.

"Hahahaha, thanks to you, I was able to repair the carriage so quickly. My name is Russell, what should I call you?" Russell stretched out his right hand and wanted to shake hands with Bishop Greene.

This man's stigmata are on his right hand!

Margaret's heart tightened, then relaxed instantly.

Humph, if this usurping charlatan dares to plot against my Lord, then let him see my Lord’s true power.

After realizing this, Margaret began to watch the joke with peace of mind.

When Cecilia heard Russell's name, she also suddenly realized something and narrowed her eyes.

Oh, so you are Russell of Occitania... Well, I should have thought of it earlier. My father even told me that Russell seemed to have a female companion from the Walhausen family.

It's all my fault for not recognizing that you would definitely stay in Meldorf.

But why are you here when you're not in Meldorf? This is completely different from what Dad said, that you want to win over the knights and try to balance the church and the royal family to gain benefits...

Humph, let me see how Bishop Grein will deal with you.

While Cecilia was pondering the intentions of Russell and his group, she also pretended to be enjoying the show.

However, things turned out completely differently from what Russell, Margaret and Cecilia had expected.

"I am Glenn, a shepherd!" Glenn said humbly.

In Bishop Grein's mind, calling himself a shepherd of the Holy Spirit is naturally the most appropriate.

Unfortunately, Cecilia and Margaret understood what was said, but Russell didn't. He subconsciously thought that Bishop Greene was a real shepherd.

It turns out to be a shepherd. It turns out that only the lower classes can produce such kind-hearted people!

As a petty bourgeoisie in the city in his previous life, Russell, like Rousseau, had unrealistic fantasies about the moral qualities of the lower classes.

Therefore, Russell's smile became more sincere, and the hand he extended became more determined.

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184 Sacraments

When Bishop Grein saw the "Holy Spirit" reaching out his hand to him unwaveringly, he could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart. He first stretched out his hand tremblingly, then suddenly withdrew his hand, wiped it vigorously on his robe, and then stretched out his hand a second time.

You, a shepherd, don't have to be so humble. I think you are a good person and I don't mind that you are dirty. Alas, this world has oppressed the poor good people to such a state that they have become so humble.

Thinking of the old cattle herder Ernst being beaten by Adrian Heinrich and being slandered for killing Adrian, and looking at the "shepherd Glenn" in front of him, Russell sighed in his heart.

As a result, the smile on Russell's face became even kinder.

In Bishop Grein's eyes, this somewhat condescending smile just matched the Lord's mercy and compassion, and was filled with boundless love and tolerance.

Bishop Grein felt more and more moved and solemn.

Then Bishop Grein suddenly recalled some old rituals.

No, that's not right! When I met the Pope more than 20 years ago, there was no handshake.

The excited Bishop Grein immediately realized the problem, so he withdrew his hand a second time.

"Eh? What's this guy up to?" Russell's smile faltered.

Before Russell could figure out what was going on, Bishop Greene fell to his knees. He stretched out his trembling hands, hugged Russell's right hand, and was about to kiss it.

No! What are you doing!

Russell was shocked. It would be fine if it was a beautiful woman kneeling on the ground to kiss his hand, but he would politely decline this bearded middle-aged man.

So Russell subconsciously pulled his hand back.

Bishop Grein was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground.

What's going on? Did I do something wrong? Why has the Holy Spirit suddenly rejected me?

Bishop Grein's eyes were filled with confusion and his heart was filled with great loss.

Ah, could it be that the Holy Spirit knew that I had an illegitimate child the moment my hands touched it?

Bishop Grein completely wilts at the thought. He's filled with regret. "I didn't know there was such a thing as the Holy Spirit descending to Earth before..." Those were all mistakes I made when I was young!

At this moment, Bishop Green wished he had never given birth to that bastard Leiman.

No, I want to repent, I want to atone! I want to cleanse my sins, I must get the recognition of the Holy Spirit!

Bishop Grein was now at a moment of unprecedented piety in his life.

No one present knew the Bishop's psychological preparation.

Russell hastily pulled his hand back and subconsciously looked at Sister Cecilia, his eyes full of blame.

Russell's eyes seemed to say: It is you oppressors who have persecuted a kind-hearted old shepherd into this state! You have put a tragically thick barrier between him and me!

If Russell hadn't been worried that "Old Shepherd Glenn" would be in trouble with his eldest daughter after they parted, he would have started to scold him.

Facing Russell's accusing gaze, Cecilia was completely confused.

What was wrong with Bishop Grein? Why had he suddenly gone mad? It was fine if he didn't discuss with Russell how to deal with the aftermath of the Black Princess, but why did he suddenly kneel down?

Does he have something on Russell? That's not right. Russell looks bewildered, and it's clear he doesn't understand what's going on either...

And Russell, why are you glaring at me? What does this have to do with me? Did you just secretly put pressure on Grein to scare him like this?

That's not right. Didn't he transfer Green's illegitimate son Lehman to the Inquisition's base, Weinard Farm?

Sister Cecilia was now full of questions. The situation had developed to a point that she could not understand at all. She felt that she was lacking key information, so she was completely confused by the mess in front of her.

However, Bishop Grein's uncharacteristic behavior made her alert.

Cecilia quietly clenched her right hand, deciding to immediately activate the stigmata if anything went wrong.

Margaret was in a much better mood.

Oh, as expected, this charlatan was touched by our Lord. After seeing the true God, he couldn't help but kiss his hand! He didn't even care about the stigmata!

Margaret used her wonderful theories to accidentally run into Bishop Glenn's train of thought.

After witnessing Russell's ability to "convert the presumptuous heretics" with just a touch, Margaret gained complete confidence in her ability to spread the faith in Usedom.

Humph, that goddess is really stubborn. Seeing that her companions have already surrendered to the true faith, she still tries to resist!

Seeing that Cecilia looked like she was ready to use the stigmata at any moment, Margaret narrowed her eyes and held down her sword. She couldn't wait to teach this goddess a lesson.

Cecilia, who was on guard, felt a tightness in her heart when she saw Margaret's actions, and realized that things seemed to be a little serious.

Especially if the daughter of the Knight Protector really came into conflict with her, the adopted daughter of the Archbishop of Cluny, the political signal it contained would be extremely bad.

I've been fooled! The cunning Frederick actually sent Crown Prince Conrad as the prince, escorted a heavy cart of money and went in the opposite direction, while secretly negotiating a deal with Russell and his gang!

Humph, this Bishop Grein has probably been bribed a long time ago, and he deliberately turned against us on the battlefield!

Damn it, Friedrich is such a tough old fox! They're trying to hold me hostage to threaten Dad!

Sister Cecilia had an idea and connected all these anomalies in a flash.

The Knights Protector joined forces with the royal family, and the Inquisition became traitors.

Sister Cecilia's heart sank completely when she thought of such a harsh environment where everyone was hostile.

I have no choice but to show you my hidden talent that even dad doesn't know about. Alas, you wanted to keep it hidden for a few more years. Humph, I will protect dad no matter what.

Cecilia gritted her teeth and became ruthless in her heart.

Eleanor and Rosalyn, who were eating melons in the distance, whispered to each other, "The one kneeling before the master is Bishop Grein, the leader of the Inquisition. And the nun with the desperate look on her face is Sister Cecilia, a very famous nun in Gritzburg. Many of Gritzburg's upper class like to attend her church gatherings."

Rosalyn sneered and said sarcastically, "That's strange. Sister Cecilia is so beautiful, shouldn't she be the one kneeling down to kiss Russell, while the leader of the Inquisition gnashed his teeth? How come things are completely the other way around?"

Rosaline dared to ridicule Russell out of jealousy, but Eleanor had no courage to ridicule her master.

Eleanor believed that although Rosaline seemed easy to talk to now, if she dared to respond to her, she would probably be hung up for another night to "learn the rules of a slave girl."

Humph, I won't be fooled by you again, Eleanor thought with disdain.

But Eleanor said something else: "Oh, Sister Cecilia is very popular! To offend her is to offend most of the upper class in Gritzburg! You should go and persuade the master! This matter requires your help, Sister Rosalyn!"

Eleanor tried to please Rosaline by imitating the tone of the noble ladies who had tried to please her before. For the first time, she realized that the words that sounded so pleasant to her ears could be so disgusting when she said them.

185 Spy

Russell suddenly withdrew his hand and complained in his heart about the abruptness of "Shepherd" Green. He was about to say something when he vaguely felt a prying gaze.

Russell turned his gaze quietly and calmly, but only caught a glimpse of a fleeting black shadow.

Maybe it was an animal? Russell didn't take it seriously.

Cecilia, who was on edge to prevent Russell from suddenly attacking, noticed the change in Russell's gaze.

It's the Black Guard! His surveillance was discovered, so he fled.

Cecilia, on the other hand, wasn't as nervous as before. The Black Guard's reaction completely overturned her previous assumptions.

If the man named Russell in front of him was really in collusion with King Frederick, then the Black Guard's first reaction after being discovered would definitely not be to escape.

Could those secret rumors be true? Did this Russell really come from outside the gray fog? But what about this woman from the Walhausen family?

Cecilia still hasn't found an answer that can explain all her doubts.

Despite this, she still breathed a sigh of relief, and her back was no longer as tense as before, as if she was ready to go into battle at any time.

Sister Cecilia had just relaxed when Rosalyn came over and tried to smooth things over: "Oh, sir, why are you being so polite to Russell? Please stand up quickly."

Someone handed them a step, and Bishop Grein, who had been ashamed and refused to look up, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up.

However, when Bishop Glenn raised his head, he was still slightly startled when he saw the blue hair and the slightly flickering magical light.

Have the godless and rebellious people of Vitolos finally turned over a new leaf?

This was Bishop Grein's first reaction.

As expected, the grace of the Holy Spirit reaches far and wide, and even these extremely evil unbelievers have converted and served by His side.

I also need to diligently follow the Holy Spirit so that I can be forgiven soon. I must find opportunities to confess my sins to Him.

Bishop Grein warned himself this way.

However, due to his pride, he was still embarrassed to openly confess his illegitimate child in front of so many people. He hoped to find a private opportunity where no one was around to listen to the teachings of the Holy Spirit.

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On the other side, a black guard was running at high speed across the barren wilderness.

He was a Black Guard escorting Crown Prince Conrad, and during the escort he discovered Bishop Grene and Sister Cecilia.

Obviously, this was the person the church sent to Meldorf to appease the knights.

Considering the unexpected events on Crown Prince Conrad's side, if nothing is done, the church people will definitely arrive in Meldorf before the Crown Prince.

So the Black Guard decisively followed them.

It turned out that the Black Guard made a big discovery after following up.

The always domineering Bishop Grein, who was in charge of the Inquisition, was so servile to a young Occitania that he even tried to kiss the Occitania's hand, a courtesy that even Archbishop Cluny had never enjoyed.

There's no doubt that the Occitania man must be some important figure! If he hadn't noticed my gaze and quickly retracted his hand, I'm afraid Bishop Green's hand-kissing ceremony would have been completed!

Thinking of this, the Black Guard ran faster. He was anxious to send such important information back to the royal city of Gritzburg. He didn't care about being tired, as if someone was chasing him.