Church, a church that was built by yourself.

Wright never thought that he would return to this place so quickly when he left, but he never thought about it. When he came back, he would lose the light of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.

Losing extraordinary power and losing the identity of the extraordinary, this is nothing for Wright. Power is just a tool. He lived as an ordinary person for twenty years before he got the tool. His identity for the extraordinary. Not so strong, but lost the affinity for the light, but let him be exceptionally stunned.

He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time. He looked at the small towers and spires above the church to form a sword in the outline of the giant day, such as the legendary first holy in the ancient times that guided humanity to cut through the darkness. The light pierced the sky, and finally he sighed slightly and stepped forward to open the church door.

The words of the lord left a deep echo in his heart. Wright knew that those words were justified and worthy of thinking. However, he knew more about where his problems were. In fact, he never doubted that he practiced the light. The determination and action of the Tao, he did not shake in this regard.

What really shakes him is the people who are almost completely abandoning the light, and why they can use those sacred forces.

Lord of Light... Can He really not see it all?

In the heart of Wright, this almost rebellious thought emerged again, and at the moment when this thought emerged, he felt his spiritual world turbulent, and some kind of tingling sensation emerged in his mind, and an extreme The distant, vague, chaotic whisper whispered in his ear, and the whisper seemed to contain endless truth and love, but Wright could not hear the whisper, but could clearly feel that the whisper was Stay away from yourself.

The short stinging and sputum soon ended, and Wright felt that the power of the light in his body had weakened again.

"Undoubtedly the Lord..." The tall priest whispered and walked slowly into the church's prayer hall. He sat down in the first row of seats and looked up at the icon that was not far from the front— —The obscure icon of the Lord of Light is standing on the preaching platform, and the sun shining from the skylight shrouds the sculpture, enveloping it in a halo of light—and then he bows his head and prays silently.

Halfway through the prayer, Wright opened his eyes and he sensed that someone was approaching himself, so he stood up and turned to look.

A middle-aged woman in a muslin dress and a big waist was hesitant to come over. This is one of the followers who often come to church on weekdays. The peasant woman saw Wright to end the prayer, so she immediately stopped the crappy movement, Da Lala Going forward, I greeted with a hearty big voice: "I saw the door open - Mr. Pastor, are you coming back?"

"I just came back for a while," Wright looked at the woman who often came to church to pray. "Need help?"

"Oh, nothing, I just heard that you are back, come over and see - the big guy thinks about you," the farmer smiled. "You are back, is the weekly meeting held as usual?" Go back and talk to the big guy."

Holding a meeting needs to lead everyone to realize the light, Wright could not help but frown, and apologized on his face: "I... sorry, my recent state may not be very good, probably can't host the church..."

The peasant woman didn't mind at all, and waved her hand: "Oh, nothing is ok, then I will tell you, the church will be canceled."

Then the woman glanced at Wright with a glance, with a little concern in her tone: "Mr. Pastor, are you infected with cold outside? I can hear that the snow in the north of the Rock Fortress has not disappeared yet, you are outside. Frozen?"

A peasant woman who has no knowledge of her is probably unable to understand the concept of faltering and deviating from the light. She just guessed the current state of Wright with her own understanding, and Wright was silent after hearing the words of concern.

After a while, the only pastor on the territory shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still pray for the week--you go and talk to everyone, this week's week will be as usual."

“Really?” The peasant woman looked at Wright up and down. “Mr. Pastor, don’t be reluctant, although you are strong, you can’t stay sick again.”

"Thank you for your concern," Wright smiled and seemed to have put aside the burden. "Just some...small problems, no need to worry."

The faith of the Holy Light is not so complicated and so noble for these ordinary civilians. What they ask for in the church is never a feeling of extraordinary power. What they want is nothing more than a copy. Peace of mind, a quiet life in a busy life.

No matter what the power of belief in the eyes of the priests means, in the eyes of ordinary people, the greatest role of the power of faith is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.

Perhaps as a pastor, Wright has lost the ability to feel the light and use the magic, but at least he has the power to let these people enjoy a half-day peace.

Earl of Hosman, decorated with luxurious gold and silver ornaments, thick velvet carpets, brightly lit castle living room illuminated by magical stone lamps, Count Carlof Hossman sitting in his favorite On the high-back chair, listening to the information that the most trusted intelligence consultants around me conveyed to themselves, the face showed a rather complicated expression - the expression was mixed with a trace of disdain and more confusion.

The countess put down a ruby ​​charm on his hand and said with a smile: "Reclaim all the privileges of the nobility in the territory, even including the privilege of the Cecil family's own management territory, and then set up a 'government office', let one Helping the low-lying people manage the territory?"

"Yes, this is the information that the spies who successfully entered the '25 Production and Construction Brigade' have observed. We have never known how the interior of Cecil's collar works, but with the efforts of those excellent spies, We finally got some truth," said Green, a black-haired and eagle-hooked green, next to the Count of Hosman, and said that it was recently incorporated into the Kant region of the Cecil family. The Second-level Administrative Office has also been established. The Office of Administration has a lot of power. Even the taxation and reclamation on the territory are controlled by the 'Clerk' and 'Department Officials' of the Office of Administration."

Earl of Hosman frowned. "Is this a blind man? Actually these so-called officials are the people of Cecil's family?"

"It doesn't seem to be," Green shook his head. "The spies said that there are many real-life officials in the government office, including agricultural directors, mining executives, and business executives, all of whom are outside the Cecil family. Although these people are also loyal to the Cecil family, the power they have at hand is real, and even the knights on the ground must accept the control of the heads of these departments..."

"...It seems that the ancient hero who came back from the resurrection is thinking...some questions," Count Horsman smiled. "And he not only regained the privilege of his vassals, but even the noble ones of the Kant area." Mr. Knight and the ladies also pledge allegiance to his barbaric New Deal?"

"Yes, compulsory oath, forced loyalty, regained almost all the privileges of the nobility, and even the power to collect taxes and manage the land is attributed to the so-called 'secondary office,'" Green reveals a serious expression, "according to us The spies reported that all Kant knights were forced to accept these unfair treatments, and they seemed to try to resist - it is said that on the east side of Cecil, the heroic and noble knights chose to fight against the glorious tradition. The fighting sounds at that time even spread to the city, but then they were all suppressed by violence..."

“It’s an unimaginable act,” Earl Hosman exclaimed exaggeratedly. “Is this the true face of the resurrected ancient hero? He is simply destroying the foundation on which this glorious kingdom lives... ...in the land on the lower reaches of the Baishui River, tradition and order have to be gone!?"

"He is destroying what he built himself in the past. This is undoubted," Green said with a serious face. "The glory of the nobility is being trampled by him. He uses violence and devotion to let those who shed high blood." I have to succumb to his rule, but most people still don't know his true face—especially in some parts of the eastern and northern parts of the South, the locals are still using Gavin Cecil as a glorious pioneer. The hero looks at it."

"His pioneering legends have been heard by everyone, but that is the story of 700 years ago. I don’t know how many times I’ve been exaggerated. Now that he really resurrected, it’s when we see the truth,” Hors Earl of Man put the ruby ​​ornaments in his hands on the table, solemnly and earnestly saying, "Mr. Green, my adviser, we have to act - we can't let this behavior that undermines tradition and law continue to develop." ”

Green glanced deeply at the veteran aristocrat in front of him. The other's words were so pleasing to the eye, but as an intelligence leader, he was good at seeing the people, but he knew what the truth was - nothing more than the new machinery in the mine. Faults, the alchemists and pharmacists on the territory rushed away, and the ore market was firmly controlled by the Viscounts of Lesan, and the loss of the naked eye made the count more and more unable to sit still.

The count has earned a lot of wealth from the stolen magic net technology, but the aristocratic demand for wealth will never end, as long as they have a gold coin in sight, but they don’t belong to themselves. They will never give up. Now, Count Horsman has seen the mountain of gold coins, and he has seen the ancient Duke's flaws that can be attacked. His mind may not be able to calm down.

However, as an intelligence consultant trusted by the Horsman family, Green will not dismantle the true ideas of his master. He will only make a proper reminder: "The Earl, please allow me to remind you - that is, after all, the hero of the founding, and he It’s still a duke, even if it’s just a duke title.”

"Yes, the Duke, the founding hero, but when he began to destroy the root order of the kingdom, his title and aura would be eclipsed," said Karlov Holsman. "This country is Belonging to all the glory, there are dozens of large and small aristocrats in the south. Mr. Green, do you guess what these aristocrats in the field know after they know the destruction and threat of the traditional legal system?