Father Mavie

Chapter 385 Constance, Undercover (Please subscribe!!!)

March 7, early morning.

At dawn, Archbishop Henry got out of the carriage and looked at the messy camp with a gloomy expression.

"What's going on here? Basil! Basil!"

"archbishop"

The disheveled Basile came over, lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Archbishop Henry's eyes: "Late last night, the blood races attacked our camp, and they blew up our artillery position by virtue of their ability to fly."

"Didn't you stop them?" Archbishop Henry said in a bad tone, "I gave you so many magic rings, you can't even protect the camp?"

"I used Ticheus' arrow, but I still couldn't stop Edward," Basile muttered, "It's too powerful."

Taking a deep breath, Archbishop Henry did not continue to blame Basile. Edward, the blood lord, is indeed very powerful. Although not as good as a real god, he is not an opponent that ordinary monks can defeat.

"How are the casualties?"

"300 soldiers died, thousands were injured, and our monks were not injured!"

"Ah."

This result was within the acceptable range of Archbishop Henry. In order to protect the vanguard, he asked Basile to lead a hundred monks to the outside of Tver to occupy favorable terrain and prepare for the decisive battle.

It's okay to lose some soldiers and artillery. The key is the monks, and there is no room for loss.

"Where is Prince Ivanovich?"

Looking around, Archbishop Henry did not see Ivanovic.

"He was caught in last night's explosion, was hit by a piece of debris in his right arm and is resting."

"It's good if you don't die."

Archbishop Henry took two steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around, bowed to the carriage behind him: "Constance, please get out of the carriage."

In the compartment with the curtains closed, a pair of small black leather boots stuck out, stepped on the muddy and slippery ground and then retracted. After a while, it seemed that they had mustered up their courage. A wearing a black gauze skirt, looking older However, the fifteen or sixteen year old girl jumped out of the carriage, her paper-white skin seemed to be transparent, and could be broken by blowing bullets.

A pair of deep black eyes, with a slightly hollow luster, looking straight ahead, and the slightest sound will attract her attention, as if she is a blind person.

"Saint, please."

Archbishop Henry stretched out his hand to the saint, let Constance grab his arm, and led her to the temporary command post.

"grandfather."

"Don't call me grandpa, you are a saint, just call me by my name."

Constance shrank her neck and said hesitantly, "Oh, Archbishop Henry."

"what's up?"

"I seem to hear the screams of soldiers, and the smell of gunpowder. Where is this?"

"This is the front line." Archbishop Henry patiently explained: "We must defeat the rebel army led by Katerina. Only by defeating them can we complete the mission assigned by the great Anatole."

"That's it"

Constance lowered her eyes and whispered, "I don't like war."

"It's not a war, it's a just trial to eradicate heresy, and you should be glad, Constance."

".Um."

Basile followed behind Archbishop Henry and the Holy Maiden step by step. Hearing their conversation, he clucked his tongue secretly and murmured in his heart.

Willing to send the granddaughter of the family into the church and become the medium used by Anatole, the god of wisdom, to descend. Archbishop Henry is definitely a ruthless person.

Saintesses have no freedom. They are like larks in a cage. They cannot help themselves. They also have no right to choose their own destiny. When they grow old, they cannot live like ordinary people, just like a puppet. .

Who wants their children to become puppets?

Even Basile, who was loyal to Anatole, was unwilling to dedicate his daughter to the church, but Archbishop Henry did so. He gave Anatole his most beloved granddaughter and was proud of it .

Before Paul I committed suicide, he scolded Archbishop Henry as a lunatic, and he was absolutely right.

In the temporary command post, Archbishop Henry saw Duke Ivanovich, whose shoulders were wrapped in bandages and hanging from his neck, his face was pale, and he was sitting at the table in a daze, looking devastated.

"Prince Ivanovich, how is your injury?"

"what"

After regaining his senses, Duke Ivanovich looked at Archbishop Henry who had arrived suddenly, and quickly got up: "I, I'm fine."

"Please don't worry about your family. Alexei and the others will definitely receive a grand reception. I guarantee my personality and my loyalty to Anatole."

"."

Archbishop Henry pulled Constance to sit down at the table and asked, "What's the situation in Tver City?"

"The rebels are digging trenches and planning to start a trench war with us." Prince Ivanovich replied: "I suggest that we should bypass the city of Tver and attack Rzhev not far away. Rzhev, Mosk is close at hand."

"Mosk is not our primary goal, our primary goal is in the city of Tver."

In terms of military command, Archbishop Henry is not as good as Duke Ivanovic, but he knows who his biggest opponent is: "The target we want to eradicate is the Church of Truth. As long as we get rid of them, Mosk can recover at any time."

Last night, Mavey did not launch a general offensive to get rid of the former army led by Duke Ivanovic and Duke Tbilisi because Archbishop Henry was not in the barracks. Except for Basile and other [-] monks, there were no soldiers in the camp. They are all ordinary soldiers, killing them will not affect the overall situation.

Both the Church of Truth and the Church of Wisdom regard each other as the primary target, and it is extremely stupid to spend energy on soldiers who cannot influence the overall situation.

"Your Excellency, when will we start the war?" Duke Ivanovich asked, "The army has all arrived, and we can launch an attack at any time."

"one day."

"what?"

"I said there is one more day." Through the window, Archbishop Henry looked at the outline of the city of Tver, "one more day, and the gods will descend."

Prince Ivanovich didn't understand, and carefully probed: "You mean, do we launch an attack tomorrow?"

The day of prophecy is coming, and July 7th is the day when the gods come, that is, tomorrow.

According to common sense, Archbishop Henry should patiently wait for the gods to come. As long as Anatole, the god of wisdom, reappears in the world, they will have nothing to fear. Destroying the Church of Truth will be easy and effortless.

but.
The speed of the development of the Church of Truth made Archbishop Henry not only a little worried. One day later to attack, the Church of Truth would have one more day to breathe, and their believers would also increase a lot.

Archbishop Henry, who had been unable to curb the development of the Church of Truth, did not want to increase the risk. He gripped his scepter tightly and said in a deep voice: "The decisive battle is today, and there is no more chance for them to breathe, Duke Ivanovich, gather the troops, Ready to fight!"

"...as ordered."

"Basile."

"Yes, Archbishop!"

"Inform Ruolukin and Goffman that when the decisive battle begins, let them attack from behind, disrupt the formation of the rebel army, and cause chaos."

"Yes!"

"and also."

Archbishop Henry stood up, walked to the window, held the scepter in one hand, and put the other behind his back, with a cold voice: "When the chaos arises, let's put undercover in the army. Wait for the opportunity to assassinate Mavie Enders!"

"Just get rid of him."

"The Church of Truth will turn the dragons into a mess without a leader!"

(End of this chapter)