Chapter 412: New Church in Port Flanders

"Steel, guns and the industrial party across the world (

Paul spent the morning visiting the weaving factory. At 10:00 noon, he declined the request of the owner of the factory, and took Ladi back to the city hall, while Sylvia left and returned to the alchemy shop alone.

On the way, Paul asked Ladi, "I said, did you spend the whole night investigating that store?"

Ladi nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise how dare I let you in."

"Thanks a lot."

"This is what I should do. However, Lord Greyman, I still want to remind you that you must pay attention to the threat of the church, and be fully prepared if they discover that you are taking in spellcasters."

"Well, of course I know this, but you can rest assured that according to our long-standing tradition in the Northwest Gulf, history is regarded as a wizard. As long as he has not done anything that actually endangers society, he is only imprisoned, and he will not be imprisoned at every turn." at the stake."

In fact, I am more worried about you, Ladi murmured in her heart.

Since the establishment of the Customs Union, Paul has faintly been at the head of the lords of the Northwest Gulf. Once someone finds out that he has done something dishonorable, his status will definitely be affected.

"Hey, the new church in Port Fulan is in front of you!"

Ladi was thinking about something, when suddenly she heard Paul speak loudly.

"Speaking of which, the first time we met was in the church in Port Fulan. You even hinted at me, haha."

There was a look of reminiscence on Paul’s face, but the church he was talking about was not the one in front of him. The church they met at that time had been changed to the city hall because it was located in the center of the town, and the church in front of him was built not long after that. .

Ladi smiled, fate is really wonderful, who would have thought that an adventure that was thought to be very ordinary a few years ago turned out to be a major turning point in her life.

Paul pointed to the building in front, "I haven't entered this church yet, let's go in and have a look?"

"Okay, Mr. Grayman."

So the two of them and a group of attendants stepped up the steps and entered the door of the church.

"It's really magnificent." Paul said with emotion.

The interior of the church is dominated by golden yellow, the magnificent dome hangs high above, the walls are covered with exquisite murals, and sculptures are dotted between the corridors on both sides.

On the west side of the hall is a huge flame stone sculpture, which symbolizes the sacred object of the Lord of Light. A group of people are kneeling around the stone sculpture and muttering words, apparently praying.

Waves of chanting and singing wafted through the hall, and it did sound a bit sacred.

In contrast, the old church a few years ago can only be described as shabby. It seems that the gradual prosperity of the Northwest Bay in the past few years has also benefited the church a lot.

Not far away, a clergyman saw that this group of people came in and did not go to pray in front of the holy relics, nor did they go to the donation box to put money in, but just wandered around, pulling some believers to ask questions from time to time, and felt a little unhappy.

He recognized Paul as the leader at a glance. Judging from the posture of this group of people, he was probably a person of status and not easy to get angry, so he ran to him in a small step and said with a smile: "This Sir, what do you come to church for? Please do not interfere with other people's activities."

"Who is in charge here?"

"Lord Violet."

Hearing Paul's question, the deacon was even more displeased, because he felt that there was a condescending tone in the other party's tone.

"Oh? It's him again, then I want to see Father Violet."

Paul made a request, and he vaguely remembered the appearance of the priest, who had visited him before he came to Port Flanders to take over the church. However, seeing that the deacon in front of him didn't know him, he didn't want to reveal his identity as the lord, so he didn't let the deacon call Violet out directly.

"This... May I ask your name?"

"I know him, just say that an old man from Huxin Town wants to see him, and he will know after describing me."

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Although it was strange that the other party refused to reveal his name, seeing the calm tone of the other party, it might be that he really had a close relationship with Lord Violet, the deacon thought as he hurriedly ran to the back of the lobby.

Violet is in his forties this year, and he was born in a noble family in the Northwest Bay. When he was sent by the diocese to serve as a priest in Port Flanders three years ago, he once thought he was marginalized, because Arda was a city in the Northwest Bay at that time. The most backward territory in the Gulf.

But I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it.

In just a few years, the land under my feet has undergone earth-shaking changes, and my seat has become something that other colleagues are extremely jealous of.

"This must be the Lord of Light's reward for my years of hard service."

Today, he once again sat in his office expressing such emotion.

However, he has heard some rumors recently that it seems that someone is plotting to transfer him from Port Flanders.

How unreasonable that this group of despicable and shameless villains actually want to take away the glory bestowed on him by the heavenly father.

Hmph, it's just wishful thinking, as long as I walk around in front of Dean Woz who is in charge of the personnel affairs of the parish...

"Lord Violet."

"What's up?"

A deacon from the church hurried over to interrupt his thoughts, much to his displeasure.

"There is someone outside who claims to be your old friend from Huxin Town to see you in detail."

"An old man from Huxin Town? What's his name?"

The deacon shook his head, "The other party seems unwilling to say."

"It's really rude." Violet stroked his chin and recalled, "Isn't it someone who has something to do with me? I don't seem to be fine in Lake Town... Wait, how old is that person? What does he look like?"

"A young man who looks seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair..."

"Lord!" Violet jumped up from the chair, and ran outside in a hurry, leaving the deacon with a confused face.

Paul was standing by the wall listening to the female consultant's artistic evaluation of a mural, and he kept nodding in agreement with a very understanding look, and then saw a rich middle-aged priest trotting over.

"Ge...Ge...Master, you are here."

Violet didn't call out Paul's last name, because he suddenly thought that since Paul didn't tell the deacon his name, maybe he didn't want to reveal his identity.

"Long time no see, Father Van Wright." Paul greeted him and stopped him from saluting.

"Haha, it's been a long time. Your Excellency is here at my church today. Is there something important?"

"It's nothing particularly important. I just happened to pass by today. I remembered that I hadn't visited this new church before, so I came in to have a look. When I asked, you are still working here, so I stopped by."

"Visit? Don't dare. My lord, let me be your guide and show you around."

Paul waved his hand, "No need, I'm almost done in the lobby. Let's chat for a while, I want to know some recent things in the Northwest Diocese, do you have a place here?"

"Yes, please come to my office in the parish at the back."

"Walk!"

Under the guidance of Violet, Paul and others came to a very luxurious room, which seemed to be his office.

Looking at the decoration inside, Paul felt sore, hehe, although this guy is a clergyman, he knows how to enjoy life, which is better than the place where I work as a lord.

Um? What's that bottle of red?

The sharp-eyed Paul saw something "out of place" at a glance.

Seeing Paul staring blankly at something on the table, Violet yelled inwardly.

He frantically put it away.

"Father, that's..."

"Ah ah? My lord, that's...that's..."

Seeing the embarrassment of the priest, Paul felt amused, and a teasing expression appeared on his face.

Paul tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile, "Fermented grape juice?"