Father Mavie

Chapter 380 July 7th, Tver (please subscribe!!!)
"Ah."

With a low laugh, Ma Wei finished reading the heresy trial book promulgated by Archbishop Henry, threw it on the table, and said in a cold voice: "He actually blamed us for the economic imbalance of the Romanov Kingdom, and scolded us A heretic trying to rebel, and even issued a reward order for the two of us."

Katerina smiled: "Father, your head is worth millions of rubles, enough for an ordinary family to live their lives without any worries."

"Is my life only worth a million rubles?" Ma Wei couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not as high as the reward offered by the Popang royal family back then."

Millions of rubles, converted into gold pounds of the Kingdom of Windsor, are only 10 pounds, and when he served on the privateer, the amount of reward on Ma Wei's head reached a terrifying 15 gold pounds.
This is the price after conversion. The reward offered by the Popang royal family to Mavi is 30 florin gold coins, but the florin gold coins depreciate too fast, and now 1 Windsor gold pound can be exchanged for 2 florin gold coins, basically Belongs to double the price.

Compared with the great generosity of the Popang royal family, the reward of one million rubles given by Archbishop Henry seems a bit petty. The total wealth currently owned by the Church of Truth alone is more than one million rubles. As the founder of the church, Mavi
How can it be measured in millions of rubles?
What is even more exaggerated is that the reward price that Archbishop Henry offered Katerina was only 50 rubles, equivalent to the entire net worth of an upper class, but Katerina is the Grand Duke of Mosk!
The value of just one title is far more than 50 rubles!

So Mavi came to a conclusion:
Archbishop Henry didn't expect anyone to assassinate Mavi and Katerina because of the bounty offered. He offered a low price bounty just to disgust them.

Psychological warfare is also a kind of tactics. If Mavi and Katerina are angry because the reward amount is too low, they will fall into the trap of Archbishop Henry.

"I think it's about time for the edict of abdication to be published." Katerina said, "Archbishop Henry wants to shake the morale of our army, and we have ways to counter him."

"Well, let's publish the edict of abdication, and let the people of the world see who is the heretic who will harm the country and the people!"

In the middle of the night that day, various newspaper offices received letters from the Kremlin one after another. In the letter, there was a rubbing copy of the abdication edict. Even the king's seal at the end of the edict was dried into a zinc plate with dots and put together in the letter. .

When the chief editors saw the edict of abdication, their eyes suddenly lit up like cats and cats that saw a mouse. They drew up the layout overnight and asked the typesetting workers to print the first draft. After confirming that it was correct, large-scale printing began.

In the early morning of the next day, the newspapers that published the abdication edict were sent to the streets and alleys. In Mosk, Tula, and Tver, the abdication edict written by Paul I himself and denouncing the wisdom of God was printed and sold at the fastest speed. There was an uproar.

At noon, Petersburg, the capital of the kingdom.

Boom!
Archbishop Henry slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table, with veins throbbing on his forehead, and roared, "Why did Paul I's abdication edict fall into Katerina's hands?! Where is the person in charge of the king?!"

The angry roar almost toppled the roof of the Winter Palace, and the friars in black were trembling and dared not answer.

Before Paul I committed suicide, he had been locked in the room, surrounded by strict security, and there were eyeliners of the Wisdom God Church everywhere. How could it be possible to spread the edict of abdication silently?
"Archbishop" Basile tentatively asked, "Could this edict be forged by Katerina?"

"The edict is indeed written in Paul I's handwriting. I'm familiar with it." Archbishop Henry stared at the photo in the newspaper for a long time, and gradually calmed down: "The king is still in our hands. As long as he comes forward, any rumors will be self-defeating. , don’t confiscate the newspapers in the hands of the people, this will only make us feel guilty.”

"Yes!"

"Have all our monks returned to Petersburg?"

Basile quickly replied, "All the survivors should have arrived."

"How are the casualties?"

"The monks who joined the secret police suffered heavy casualties. Few came back alive. The monks responsible for establishing churches in various places did not suffer much losses. There are still about 3000 people."

"Enough is enough." Archbishop Henry's dark eyes swept across the people in the study: "Tell Duke Ivanovic and them that tomorrow morning, July 7, send troops to Mosk!"

"As ordered!"

October 7, Moscow.

Amidst the sound of high-spirited whistles, the train stopped beside the Mosk platform. This is a train departing from Ulan-Ude and heading west along the Trans-Siberian Railway, crossing Siberia, stopping in various major towns, full of passengers.

The door opened, and a group of talking and laughing figures in priest's robes stepped off the train. Everyone had the joy of victory on their faces. The staff at the station and the residents passing by all cast awe-inspiring gazes.

"Grimm! Grimm! When did you take Uginsk? We took down the city hall at 5 o'clock in the morning!"

"Can a small place like Tulum compare to Uginsko?"

"Just say it slower than us, there's nothing to be ashamed of! Anyway, you are also a slow person!"

When they saw the carriage with the flag of truth parked outside the station gate, they fell silent instantly. Christopher, who was waiting by the carriage, put his palms on his chest, nodded and said: "Everyone, it's not time to celebrate victory yet, please Get in the car, Father Marvie has been waiting for you for a long time."

Saint Basil's Cathedral.

The priests and monks who came back from various cities walked into the mission hall and saw the smiling figure standing on the pulpit at a glance. Although it was only half a month apart, there was an illusion of a world apart.

Too many things have happened in the past half month, everyone has passed through the gate of hell, and they, who shouldered the mission, also completed their mission.

"Grimm, Goncharov, Broca" Ma Wei read out their names one by one, and said softly, "Welcome home."

There were tears in Goncharov's eyes, he choked up, and had countless things to say, but it was obviously not the time, so he could only keep it in his heart for the time being.

"Have you seen the tombstone erected on the Red Square?" Ma Wei said, "Many names have been engraved on the tombstone, but more are unnamed tombstones, and one of them is reserved for myself."

"We have seen the dawn of victory, and we have successfully taken the first step, but the war is not over yet. Just this morning, 60 troops, carrying the most advanced weapons, marched from Petersburg to Moscow. Train, crossed the Neva River, tomorrow morning, they will reach the northern gateway of Moscow, Tver"

"Comrades, they want to take away the fruits of our hard-earned victory. Can we agree?"

"cannot!"

"Break them down!"

There were excited shouts from the audience.

"The opponent we will encounter this time will be the Royal Army commanded by Archbishop Henry. Although they are well-equipped and numerous, I believe that an army without faith will not be able to defeat us!"

With fists in hand, Ma Wei thumped the pulpit heavily, and said sharply, "They are the ones who should be afraid! Warriors of truth are invincible!"

"Truth is supreme!" the monks shouted in unison.

At this moment, Ma Wei, who was giving a speech, saw many figures appearing at the door of the church, not the people who came looking for the sound, but
Alberts, Alham et al.

Along with them, there is also the God of Hidden Geer.

"The church has prepared a magic ring for you to fight against the God of Wisdom. Go to Levin to get it. Tonight, follow me to Tver, follow the footsteps of the goddess, and defend Mosk!"

"Praise the goddess!"

After the meeting was over, Ma Wei winked at Selina, and Selina, who understood, immediately walked out of the preaching hall and led Alberts and others outside the door to the waiting room.

When Alberts opened the door of the living room, Mavi, who was sitting in front of the fireplace, had a smile on his face:

"Everyone, have you made a choice?"

(End of this chapter)