Dust of History Chapter 1: I quit
In the headquarters of the Holy Knights, a person is pushing away the people who are blocking the way and asking questions, and rushing straight to the room of the leader of the Holy Knights.
'Pound', the solid and thick wooden door was kicked open by this man. Some of the surrounding swordsmen were already drawing their swords, but Captain Rodhart, who was reviewing the documents inside, didn't seem to care much when he saw this extremely rude person, and nodded to him in a friendly way: " You are back."
Just as the swordsmen breathed a sigh of relief, someone finally recognized this person as a priest of the church. But the priest rushed forward one step at a time, and slapped the friendly Captain Rodhart on the face with a heavy slap. This slap was enough to blow him away, and he fell to the ground crookedly, with the documents in his hand scattered all over the sky.
With a 'choke' sound, all the swordsmen drew their swords in their hands,
Rod Hart got up from the ground. Half of his face was completely swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but he remained calm as usual. He waved his hand to the swordsmen under him, and ordered: "Everyone go out, close the door, and don't come in without my order."
The swordsmen were all stunned at the door. Before they could react, the priest kicked the captain again in the face who had just stood up. The captain of the dignified Paladins had no intention of resisting at all. He just stood up again, wiped away the bleeding from his nose, and still gave his subordinates a dignified order: "Did you not hear my order? Get out!" , close the door, don’t come in without my order, and don’t let other people know what’s going on here.”
The captain's order was absolute, the swordsmen had no choice but to back out, and when they closed the door, they saw their captain being punched again on the head and stomach.
"Is it enough?" Rodhart stood up and asked calmly. His face was swollen, his head was broken, and his mouth and nose were bleeding non-stop, but his gentle and friendly demeanor didn't seem to be affected at all.
Asa grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, leaned against the wall, glared at him and asked coldly: "I just came from the square, so the solution you mentioned is like that?"
"Yes, that's it, that's all it can be." Rodhart's face and voice were equally calm. "All the Airi officials know that they have framed us, and they all know that I will send them back, so they can't be released, they can only be killed. And they can only be charged with killing the imperial envoy. Only by killing them can we completely remove the suspicion. If we save them, we will not be able to save ourselves, and our future and Lord Ronnies’ plans will be completely ruined. You know how important that is. It can only be done in this way, and the bishop also said so."
"Bishop Ronnies also knows about this?" Asa asked.
Rod Hart nodded: "Just the day before yesterday, I came back and asked the bishop..."
When Clovis and Asa left the team together, Rodhart immediately ordered the troops to advance at full speed, and rushed back to the capital in only three days.
He is the highest officer of the army along the way, and he can meet and talk with those fellow villagers whenever he wants. But Rod Hart didn't do this, he didn't dare, because he already knew how to solve this matter. Bishop Ronnies had already given some hints before he went to Airy, which happened to be used to solve the current situation.
This is how it must be done if it is to be resolved. But after all, he is still a twenty-year-old young man. After all, he has always felt guilty towards those fellow villagers. There is not much time for him to choose, he must make a choice as soon as possible.
He arranged for the troops to stay outside the city for the time being, and went into the city alone to go to the Magic Academy to see Bishop Ronis.
Bishop Ronnies had just received the report from Airy at that time, and he was very happy and excited. Although the person who wrote the report didn't know what was going on with those weird phenomena, he could guess the development of things from these descriptions. Even he himself didn't expect that the pagan incident there was actually caused by the Necromancer Guild, and he didn't expect that they had found a way to break the barrier of the Sunwell that countless magicians have been helpless for thousands of years. It was Asa himself who was able to solve this extremely dangerous matter perfectly.
The destruction of the Forest of Whispers is just right, the elves inside are the most difficult to communicate with, without their obstacles, Tula Leon Forest is easier to accept its own alliance treaty, Asa protected the World Tree Ye and a surviving elf, this performance should be enough to eliminate all the scruples and hostility of the elves.
The rest is internal work for the Empire. Bishop Ronis doesn't like politics very much, because he has no interest in power in such a special position. He thinks that these are just things that confuse ordinary people. But the fact is that no matter how lofty and great you are, as long as you want to do things in this world, you must deal with ordinary people, and you must use ordinary methods to solve ordinary people's problems. To form an alliance that unites other races and nations to deal with the Necromancer Guild, politics must never be ignored.
Now that the Erni family has collapsed in the political arena of the empire, other figures in the military are nothing more than soldiers with no ambitions or methods.
The duke has great ambitions, and his methods are even more clever. It is inevitable to reach this point. Naturally, he will not allow other forces to raise their heads under the cover of the sky. He will definitely interfere with the establishment of an alliance by Bishop Ronnies. . But Bishop Ronnies is not worried about these things. He is like a master hermit. Small measures, just wait to see amazing results.
But at this time Rodhart came to see him with a strange expression, which made him feel an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, what Rod Hart reported was indeed serious. He also didn't expect Asa to keep this kind of thing from him, so that he was completely unprepared. But under such circumstances, if the Duke of Mrak catches him, it means that all his efforts will be in vain immediately.
"My lord bishop, what should I do now?" Rod Hart asked in a desperate voice seeking revelation.
Bishop Ronnies looked into his eyes and said, "What do you think should be done?"
"I...I don't know." Rodhart lowered his head.
"You know it." The candle-like eyes of Bishop Ronnies clearly discerned the hidden meaning of Rodhart's every move. "The pained look on your face tells me that you actually know, you just don't dare to make a choice."
"Yes, I dare not choose, and I can't choose." Rodhart looked confused and painful. "I owe them a lot, I shouldn't..."
"Don't dare? Should?" The bishop grasped these two words keenly, and immediately understood Rodhart's thoughts. "There has never been a 'should' in the world. It's just whether you want to do it or not, and whether you have the ability to do it." He sighed deeply. "Justice and light also have a price and need to be sacrificed. Kindness and compassion are definitely the most precious, but if you look at it from a long-term perspective, sometimes you have to give up, because more people's lives and happiness are in another place. The far end is waiting for you to save... I will not interfere in this matter, you choose, and do it in your own way. No matter what choice you have, I will not blame you." Even though he said this, the Bishop finally added a sentence. "Because I know you are a sensible person, and also a person who does great things and knows the importance."
"I know the importance..." Asa murmured, nodding. Look weird. Because he didn't know what expression to use.
"Yes. We weighed the pros and cons. We can only do this." Rodhart's nose was still bleeding, his mouth was broken, his eyes were blue, and his flaxen hair was also messed up, but his demeanor was unmistakable. Doesn't look embarrassed at all. "This is also for your future. Bishop Ronis said that there are still many important things waiting for you to do in the future, and this sacrifice is inevitable."
"Future?" Asa sneered. Throw Rodhart on the ground. "Take your time to do your big things. I don't want to do it anymore."
In the Academy of Magic. Bishop Ronis and the three high priests are receiving Bishop Adela from the teleportation magic circle.
Bishop Adela is one of the cardinal bishops of the church like Bishop Ronis, but he is different from Bishop Ronis who sits alone in the empire. He serves the Pope. From a certain point of view, A confidant of His Majesty the Pope.
Bishop Adela is a young man in his thirties. The temperament is elegant and generous, and the appearance is also very good-looking, somewhat dignified between men and women. Achieving such a status at his age is almost unimaginable. In addition to explaining that there are probably some unknown things in him, extraordinary abilities are naturally indispensable.
"I've been busy with affairs in the east, and I haven't been back to see His Majesty the Pope for many years. I also ask Bishop Adela to help me plead guilty to His Majesty the Pope." Bishop Ronis sat on a chair, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, inside The two green fires were flickering, appearing to be uninspired.
Bishop Adela smiled, and his smile looked a little shy: "Where. His Majesty the Pope has always praised you for your outstanding achievements in the empire. Under your auspices, the Magic Academy's status in the empire is so high Gao, it is already one of the most important subordinate institutions of the Holy See. It is reasonable for you to work so hard for the church, so you are too busy."
"Then what is the purpose of Bishop Adela's coming to the Magic Academy?" Bishop Ronis still seemed absent-minded, as if he didn't care much about the Pope's special envoy in front of him.
"I'm here to deliver a message from His Majesty the Pope."
Bishop Ronnies lazily said: "What message? It must be very important to have a cardinal deliver a message."
Bishop Adela still smiled and said: "About your proposal to the Holy See to unite forces from all over the world to destroy the Guild of Necromancers...."
"That's strange." Bishop Ronis snorted coldly. "It seems that I haven't sent a letter to the Holy See yet." He turned his head and glanced at Priest Cuthbert next to him.
The great priest's complexion was not very good, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.
"You have mentioned such a proposal to His Majesty the Pope several times before. And recently, there has been a wave of sentiment against the Necromancer Guild in the Eastern Continent. You must have led it."
"As believers in God, isn't it what we should do to eliminate those dirty and evil things?"
"That's true. But His Majesty the Pope said that there are still many countries on the mainland that have not converted to the embrace of God, and there are still so many pagan religions. Dejagu is just a drop in the ocean, and it is not harmful. And the situation there It is dangerous, if you force to go on a conquest, countless people of God will surely sacrifice their lives. So His Majesty the Pope means to focus on...."
"Is this really what His Majesty the Pope meant?" Bishop Ronis coldly interrupted Bishop Adela.
The faces of the three great priests next to him were not very good-looking. Although Bishop Ronis' status and prestige in the Holy See is important, it seems that it is not appropriate to say such words.
"It's really what His Majesty the Pope meant." Bishop Adela's expression didn't change at all, and he still had that amiable smile.
Bishop Ronnies waved lazily. "Okay, there's no need to say any more. I haven't formally proposed this proposal to His Majesty the Pope. You don't need to worry first."
Bishop Adela nodded politely. "We know that for your pious belief, every bit of evil and darkness cannot be tolerated. But we also hope that you will consider the overall situation in everything. We are very serious about the personal grievances between you and Di Yagu It is clear, and I am very considerate of you, so I hope..."
The two green fires in the eyes of Bishop Ronnies who had been lacking in energy suddenly became strong, almost emitting a green light to shine on Bishop Adela's face.
Bishop Adela shut up knowingly, but the smile on his face remained undiminished.
After a while, the two green fires in Bishop Ronnies' eyes dimmed again, and he waved his hands lazily, announcing the end of the conversation. "Okay. There is nothing to say. I already know the meaning of His Majesty the Pope. I am very tired, you go first."
After the three great priests accompanied Bishop Adela out, Bishop Adela appointed High Priest Cuthbert to lead him to inspect the situation of the Academy of Magic.
"You've done a good job." Bishop Adela said softly when there were no one else around. "Reporting the situation here to the Holy See in a timely manner is enough to show your loyalty to the church."
"Yes, yes. My loyalty to His Majesty the Pope and the archbishops can definitely be compared with my devotion to God." In front of Bishop Adela, who is more than ten years younger than himself, the high priest completely lost the rigidity and majesty of the past . He is now more and more sure that it is completely correct to report the situation here to the Holy See due to impulse and dissatisfaction. "I think Bishop Ronis's approach is a bit inappropriate. He promoted some inexplicable newcomers for no reason, oh, yes." He remembered an important thing and said in a low voice. "Bishop Ronnies proposed to the church to exterminate Djagu a few years ago and was rejected. He was very angry when he came back. He said to himself what you, the bishops, got the benefits of Nopolinot..."
"Nopolinot?" Bishop Adela's face changed slightly when he heard the name, but he immediately returned to his gentle smile. "Mr. Nopoli Nott is a pious and charitable person. He donates a lot to the church every year. It is probably a little prejudice against businessmen that Bishop Ronis has."
Seeing that his opinion seemed to be taken seriously by the bishop, Cuthbert became more excited. He continued to whisper: "The newcomer he promoted last time involved a necromancer... But the bishop insisted that it wasn't him. Everyone could tell that it was purely partial. On such a big issue of right and wrong... ..”
"Don't say that. Bishop Ronis has devoted so much effort to the church over the years. His devotion to God is unquestionable, and he must have his own considerations." Bishop Adela smiled and shook his head. , made the great priest panic for a while, but the next exclamation immediately made him happy again. "But it's no wonder that Bishop Ronnies is probably really a bit old...."
The big man in front of him actually sighed the same as himself, Cuthbert nodded inexplicably. That is a noble person who directly serves His Majesty the Pope.
"Although Bishop Ronis is indeed extraordinary, you can also see that he sometimes loses his stubborn temper that is unique to the elderly. It makes the church very difficult." Bishop Adela sighed. "Sometimes I also think, maybe it would be better for him to retire at such an age...."
"I think Bishop Ronis is in good health, and he won't take the initiative to retire within ten years." Cuthbert couldn't help but also sighed. For those who have already occupied the position of cardinal, 'retirement' is just a decoration that hangs there but will never be used. Most of them hope to sit in that position until they die.
Bishop Adela sighed again, and gave Cuthbert a meaningful look. "If after he retires, we can let someone like the great priest who can understand the general situation and think about the church take over the position, we will be much more relaxed."
The Great Priest Cuthbert was startled at first, then at a loss, then terrified and flattered. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know what kind of expression to express, and my ugly face was flushed.
After sending Bishop Adela away, Cuthbert still couldn't calm down. In his life, where most of his penance time was spent, he had never experienced such an excited and weird mood. There are many inexplicable things in my chest rushing left and right, I really want to jump up, punch and kick, and want to shout loudly. But no, he is a priest who should be serious, strict, and stable, and he is also a great priest. But this impulse in my heart...
Hey. He thought, it would be nice to have a close friend at this time...
Just talking about friends. The great priest suddenly thought of someone. Although he has known this person for a long time, it was only a few days ago that he suddenly became familiar with him and became friendly because of some opportunities. This lord is now proud of his official career, and he has begun to care about the church and the Academy of Magic.
Although the acquaintance is very short, in the past few days of contact, he found that although this adult is in a high position, he is so understanding and kind. You can tell from the few small gifts I gave myself. And talking with him is a kind of enjoyment, like bathing in the spring breeze, like drinking holy water.
The Great Priest couldn't hold back anymore, walked out of the gate of the Magic Academy and walked towards the Duke's Mansion.
A blue light flashed, and Bishop Adela walked out of the teleportation magic circle. In front of you is a picturesque scenery. The tall broad-leaved sycamores have been dyed yellow by the autumn colors, showing a sense of vicissitudes, but the green grass there is so lively. Next to it is a large pool where streams converge, and several rare birds unique to this place are wandering in it~IndoMTL.com~The stone carvings and seats by the pool are works of art that are absolutely qualified to enter any museum. The setting sun sends warmth and light through the gaps in the mountains.
This place is really beautiful, at least a thousand times more beautiful than the rigid pale buildings of the Holy See.
A friend who was reading a book facing the sunset under the plane tree saw him, closed the book and came over, asking, "How is it? Is everything going well?"
"It is completely in line with the meaning of our great director and screenwriter. If Teacher Shante asks to be elected as the acting president this time, I will definitely vote for him. I express my admiration for his keen observation skills and directorial ability."
"Of course, he is an artist." The companion also laughed. "This time you also went to art with him, what do you think?"
"Impressions? I just hope he won't break his promise. Give me the authentic painting of 'The Thirteenth Sunflower'."
There are such humorous, witty, elegant and noble companions here. It's ten thousand times better than those idiot old men with hateful faces and tasteless words in the church.
He really likes it here. Adela smiled happily.