Father Mavie

Chapter 361 Prayer (please subscribe!!!)
Royal capital, Petersburg.

In the dark room, a white candle stood on the empty table. Archbishop Henry stared at the flickering flame with deep eyes.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and soon, a monk in black pushed open the door and said to Archbishop Henry who was sitting on the sofa: "Duke Ivanovic has arrived."

"finally come."

Archbishop Henry smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and took a deep breath: "Please come in."

The friar in black stepped back to report, and not long after, Duke Ivanovich in military uniform walked into the room, and said jokingly or sarcastically, "The Winter Palace is really heavily guarded, even I need to verify my identity. "

"Extreme times, Your Excellency the Duke, forgive me."

Archbishop Henry didn't seem to understand the deep meaning of Duke Ivanovich's words, and pointed to the sofa opposite: "Please sit down."

"I want to see His Majesty first."

"Your Majesty is fine, he has fallen asleep."

"It's only nine o'clock at night, and His Majesty usually goes to bed after midnight."

"Your Majesty has dealt with a lot of government affairs today, so I went to bed earlier."

Looking at Archbishop Henry whose face was flickering in the candlelight, after a while, Duke Ivanovich sat down on the sofa, did not mention the matter of meeting Paul I, but asked: "I am looking for you so late, what is the matter?" What happened?"

Since Paul I returned to Petersburg, Duke Ivanovich and others have never seen him again. At first, it was because the army was stationed around Petersburg and needed generals to sit in charge. Later, it was because Archbishop Henry was obstructing him. They were not allowed to meet Paul I.

Archbishop Henry's behavior is arrogance, and everyone knows it in their hearts, but no one dares to accuse him.

For some reason today, Duke Ivanovich, who was inspecting the army, suddenly received an order to rush into the city and go to the Winter Palace.

At first, Duke Ivanovic thought that it was Paul I who wanted to see him, but later he thought, why did Paul I, who had been emptied, summon him under the supervision of the Wisdom Church?

The one who really summoned him must be Archbishop Henry.

"It's really not a big deal."

Archbishop Henry had no expression on his face, his face was as hard as a stone sculpture, and he said lightly, "It's just that I recently heard that His Excellency the Duke's faith is not very strong."

I have never believed in the Wisdom God Religion at all, so how can I believe in it?

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and Duke Ivanovic responded, "Is the Archbishop doubting my loyalty to His Majesty the King?"

"No, His Excellency the Duke's loyalty is unquestionable, but I think that under the current tense situation, it is necessary for everyone to sit down and have a good talk."

Archbishop Henry asked for hot tea and cigars to be served, and after gesturing to Prince Ivanovic to take it easy, he continued: "The recent operations of the secret police have been very smooth, of course Mosk cannot be counted. In short, we have arrested thousands of people. There are tens of thousands of reactionaries, and the prison is almost out of capacity, and all this is thanks to His Excellency the Duke."

Prince Ivanovic, who was lighting a cigar, stared at him and said quickly, "No, no, it's all thanks to you, Archbishop. I followed orders."

He was very polite on his lips, but in his heart, Duke Ivanovic had already greeted the members of Archbishop Henry's family "kindly".

Who doesn't know that the secret police are notorious and everyone hates the secret police?
It's no credit, it's the target of popular anger
"No matter what, His Excellency the Duke will bear the brunt." Archbishop Henry said with a smile: "Those areas that have restored peace will definitely thank Your Excellency the Duke."

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"Although we will definitely win the final victory, there is always a contingency in everything. In order to dispel the worries in the hearts of His Excellency the Duke and other nobles, I have prepared a backup plan for you." Archbishop Henry said: "If an emergency happens, Your Excellency the Duke can escape to the Popang Kingdom, I believe His Majesty Ivan XIV will receive you with the highest etiquette."

Prince Ivanovich narrowed his eyes, smoking a cigar, and said in a deep voice, "What does the archbishop mean?"

"The Kingdom of Romanov is not very peaceful recently." Archbishop Henry said with a smile, "Don't you, Your Excellency, worry about the safety of your family?"

His palms were clenched tightly, but his frowning brows loosened. Prince Ivanovich said flatly, "If you have anything to say, please speak up, Archbishop."

"In order to prevent accidents, His Majesty Ivan XIV is willing to use the highest standard of etiquette to receive Your Excellency and other noble relatives. They will live in the safest place, eat and live with His Majesty the Pope, and no one will be harmed."

"So the archbishop wants to take me and other noble families as hostages?"

"Don't get me wrong, this is definitely not a hostage. After the Romanov Kingdom restores its previous peace, Your Excellency will naturally be able to reunite with his family. Even if something unexpected happens, Your Excellency can go to the Popang Kingdom and live a prosperous life." Archbishop Henry Spreading his hands, he said, "Isn't this a good thing to have the best of both worlds?"

"Are you crazy?!" Duke Ivanovic was furious, "Prison my family and send them to the Popang Kingdom?! You are insulting my personality!!!"

Archbishop Henry stroked the gold ring on his finger, and said in a calm voice, "Your Excellency the Duke should be familiar with the name Finn Drost."

"you"

With a 'thump' in his heart, Prince Ivanovich swallowed: "I haven't heard of it at all."

"I've never heard of it, so that's the best." Archbishop Henry smiled: "The Freedom Society is certainly mysterious, but they are not invincible. The God of Wisdom dares to name it wisdom, and it is not because of the arrogance of the Duke. Things are developing. None of us want to see this step, but there is still room for redemption, as long as you cooperate with us, I assure you that nothing will go wrong."

"What if I disagree?"

"This is not a discussion, but a notice." Archbishop Henry glanced at the clock on the wall: "Now you and the relatives of other nobles should have boarded the train to the Popang Kingdom. Don't rush to get angry. Only calm down can you judge situation."

Duke Ivanovich choked out the cigar, pushed away the monk in black at the door, and rushed out of the room without looking back.

"Archbishop, is it really okay to do this?" Basile, who wore the badge of the Knights of the Holy Silver Cross on his chest, walked into the room, looked at Duke Ivanovic's back full of anger, and said, "Keep the noble faction on the verge of death. What if they jump over the wall in a hurry?"

"There is only one month left before the day of prophecy. We must ensure that the Church of Truth will not grow too large before the day of prophecy." Archbishop Henry said, "This is our most important task. As long as the aristocratic faction is obedient, What about the secret police?"

"It's progressing very well. Many small churches have been pulled out. Under the strict inspection of the secret police, they had to move out of the city and find other places where they can settle down."

"Is there any place in the world that can accommodate them?" Archbishop Henry stretched out his finger, stroking the flickering flames, "Food should have a destiny of food, didn't we also come from food step by step? "

"There are more and more believers in the Church of Truth, the archbishop, and the secret police seem to have aroused public anger, and many workers have also begun to join the rioting team."

"Don't be nervous, the noble faction is the sacrifice we use to calm the anger of the people."

Speaking of this, Archbishop Henry suddenly laughed: "Actually, we have already decided that the power of a god is determined by the number of believers. Anatole, who has nearly ten million believers, is definitely not a newly promoted god. What can compete, unless...in the next month, the Church of Truth can develop tens of millions of believers, which is simply wishful thinking."

Basile licked his lips, thinking it was impossible, but he just couldn't settle down.

The development speed of the Church of Truth is really too fast. In half a month, hundreds of thousands of believers have been added, and this number is still expanding. Although the exact number is not clear, it can be seen from Archbishop Henry's somewhat eager move.
He was not as calm and unhurried as he appeared on the surface.

"Distribute money to the people, Basile." Archbishop Henry said suddenly: "Use the reserve funds of the treasury, and let the nobles pay for it to distribute subsidies to the people."

"What?" Basile said in surprise, "This will plunge the government into an economic crisis!"

"Just stick to it for a month." Archbishop Henry said, "Our mission is to suppress the Church of Truth as much as possible before the prophecy comes."

".Understood, I'll do it now."

After Basile left, Archbishop Henry blew out the candles, walked to the window, and looked at the dense night, feeling a little apprehensive.

He was indeed not as calm as he appeared on the surface, but he had tried his best.

The crazy expansion of the Church of Truth has shown a strong momentum, this feeling
Archbishop Henry couldn't help but think of the Apocalypse God, which was born more than 2000 years ago, recorded in the classics preserved by the Wisdom God.

At that time
The Apocalypse God, like the Church of Truth, is admired by all people, and the old gods can't stop their rise.

And the god of wisdom, the three goddesses of fate, and the god of fertility.
It was also at that time that he joined the Apocalypse God Sect.

History is repeating itself, but this time, the protagonist is no longer the Apocalypse, but
Church of Truth!

"Great God of Wisdom, Anatole"

Archbishop Henry prayed in a low voice:
"Please bless me, bless the God of Wisdom."

(End of this chapter)