Chapter 264: Bewitching

"But I have an opportunity here, a very good opportunity to train you."

Looking at Principal Tzeentch's smiling face, Rocasna was so touched that he couldn't express it in words. He wanted to bow down and thank the principal for his cultivation, but was then helped up by Tzeentch.

"You will go to the Landes world and do a good job. I have arranged everything for you. Take this stack of plans, which I have specially left for you."

"Principal."

Rocasna was moved to tears while holding a pile of plans handed to him by Tzeentch. Crystals condensed from the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground and turned into scattered light powder.

Tzeentch pushed Rocasna and tore open a subspace crack. "Time waits for no one. Go quickly. Whether it is good or bad, it is a good thing. Accumulate experience. I believe in your ability."

Rocasna lowered his head and couldn't say a word of emotion. He choked and walked into the crack and disappeared.

When Rocasna disappeared, Tzeentch put away his smile.

"Huh. At least those secret agents and plans were not wasted. This guy has fought with the Subjective several times, and he is considered a match. The cost of this labor dispatch will not be reimbursed for him."

On the Landes world, the Archbishop was praying devoutly in the holy relic room of Saint Lakulas. He recited the words of Saint Lakulas before his death to calm his chaotic thoughts.

"Emperor. Saint. What should I do."

The Archbishop is very distressed now. The believers of the Memeril Hive are now in chaos. They are divided into two large factions and several small branches.

These guys are using their influence to control their thoughts all the time.

To be honest, the Archbishop wants the Saint to stay. After all, since this planet fell into a war with the traitors, the people in the hive have been confused.

They don't understand why such a pious world can still erupt in such a large-scale rebellion, and they don't understand why those enemies want to blaspheme everything left by the Emperor and the Saint.

Undercurrents surged in the darkness at the bottom of the hive. The patrols of the Crusaders and the masses found many strange symbols and bloody sacrificial sites.

There are enemies outside and traitors inside. If it weren't for the fact that this group of Krieg Corps happened to be resting in the Landes World, perhaps they would have been forced into a desperate situation by the rebels again, instead of dividing the land on this planet equally with the Temes Mountains as the boundary.

"Ah, and that Inquisitor Omar. Suspicious of everything, doubting the saints, doubting us, and doubting our devout faith."

The archbishop frowned even more tightly. He didn't know why all this happened. Could it be that the Emperor and the saints were dissatisfied with him? Because he adjusted the wages and working hours of the bottom laborers?

The throne is on top. I just want those poor people to live better.

The archbishop still remembers the parade before the issuance of the Mercy Decree. At that time, they saw the light of the Emperor's holy statue, and countless believers poured into the streets to worship the miracles they saw.

What a pleasant day, what a beautiful day, it deserves to be written in the holy book and continue to be sung.

The archbishop looked at the praying crowd with joy and relief, but he also saw the chaos in the crowd.

"What happened?" The archbishop followed a group of crusaders and nuns to where they were going.

In front of the shining golden armor and the solemn-looking warriors, the crowd made way.

Several dark-faced men were grabbing a child, cursing and punching him from time to time.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh! Archbishop!" Several men finally noticed the archbishop and the guards around him. They knelt on the ground and began to explain the cause of the accident.

"Archbishop! This child. He wanted to steal our food rations. We only have this little food after working for a day, and we really can't give out more."

Stealing food?

The archbishop looked at the child who stole food. His clothes were dirty and thin, and he was holding a paper bag tightly in his arms. It seemed that it was the food rations that the men said.

"Child." The archbishop knelt on the ground, not caring that his robe was stained by the dust on the ground, so that he could make his eyes level with the child.

The child's head finally lifted from his arms. The Archbishop frowned slightly as he looked at the bruises and blue marks on his body.

He smelled foul, his fingernails were full of mud, his hair was messy and dirty, and from time to time, parasites on his scalp could be seen running through it.

"Archbishop, this is not what we did. We just gave him a little lesson."

"I know, I can see that these are old injuries." The Archbishop smiled gently at the nervous men, asking them not to be too nervous.

"Child, take out the food. Stealing is not a good behavior."

The child did not speak, but shook his head and hugged the paper bag tighter.

"Brother Marian, can you give me a piece of communion?"

"Of course, my lord."

Bishop Marian took out a piece of white compressed food from his robe. These things are made of porridge provided by the church. You must know that a procession and worship in a nest city will last for a long time, and you will not have any time to solve your physiological needs along the way.

Thus, the Eucharist was born. It maintained the simple tradition of the church and provided an opportunity for those church members who were starving to death on the way to complete the entire ceremony.

"Child, eat this, although it tastes a little bland."

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The child looked up at the Archbishop, stretched out his hand to take the Holy Communion, and took a bite of the corner without eating more.

"I know it's not good to steal. My mother said stealing will make the emperor angry. He doesn't like bad children. However, there is really nothing left at home. Dad has been recovering at home after being injured. The neighbor said that if he If you force yourself to go to work, you will be beaten to death by the supervisors."

The archbishop's brows furrowed even more tightly. He studied the Holy Scriptures every day, educated his followers, and gave guidance to the confused lambs, but he had never known such a situation.

The men seemed to have been hit by the child's key points, and they nodded, talking and adding that life at work was very difficult.

"If you work slowly, the supervisor will give you a whip and deprive you of water supplies. If you work 18 hours a day, you can only earn one food supply a day. It's almost enough for yourself, but you still have to support your family. A bit forced.”

"Is that so?" The Archbishop looked back at Bishop Mariel, asking for the facts with his eyes.

Seeing Mariel who was nodding, the Archbishop decided to take this opportunity to take a look below. He rarely left the church. If it weren't for this procession and the miracle of the Emperor's icon, he would not have left. to here.

Maybe we need a change? Need a decree of mercy?

The Archbishop felt that this should be the case. Shepherding sheep for the emperor could not force the sheep to death. This was not what a shepherd should do.

"Son, would you like to take me to your home?"

"Really? My mother has always wanted to meet a bishop. She said that if she could meet the bishop before going to bed, her life would be worth it."

"sleep?"

"Yeah, sleep. Sometimes there are always people who suddenly fall to the ground clutching their chests. Mom says they suddenly have sweet dreams and need to take a nap."

The archbishop looked at the child, and he suddenly felt a tinge of fear at the terrible situation below.

Just as he had guessed, the investigation into the underlying conditions in this religious city almost brought the Archbishop to collapse. Almost everyone in the numb crowd had whip marks on their backs.

Looking at the tired crowd, the Archbishop felt guilty for not paying attention to them. How could I be so slow? Hell is right in front of you, but you don't see it.

After placing the child in place and rescuing the mother who almost died suddenly of excitement after seeing the archbishop. The archbishop then proceeded to draw up a decree of mercy.

Announced that it would improve the conditions of workers in lower-class areas and reduce their working hours from 16 hours a day to 12 hours a day.

"It might make their lives a little bit better."

The archbishop wanted to formulate better laws and benefit more people, but the cruel reality still made him compromise. After all, there are too many people in this religious world, and signing a benevolent decree that is too merciful will only plunge everyone into famine.

This is already the result of a lot of calculations and interest redistribution.

The archbishop withdrew his thoughts and began to think about saints. Could it be because saints also need to go to the front line, just as he needs to go among the crowd to see the real problem?

"Is this a revelation? Is this what I'm being taught?"

After laughing at himself a few times, the archbishop stood up and prepared to leave the church. He needed to walk outside the church area to see the living conditions of the child and his mother.

"Maybe what they said from the Holy Sect is right."

Just as the Archbishop was wavering in his insistence on supporting the Saints, the relics left behind by Saint Laculas shone brightly behind him, and a ethereal voice came.

"Come here, child, and I will show you the true revelation."

The archbishop stopped, and he slowly turned his head, watching the shadow of Saint Laculas floating on the relics.

"O Saint Laculas! Reveal the true path for me, a stupid and slow man!"

"Do you know why such a huge rebellion broke out after the decree of mercy?"

"This." The archbishop raised his head and blinked. This was also the biggest doubt in his heart. Why did the more difficult life in the past not trigger such a big rebellion? On the contrary, after the mercy decree was promulgated, the crowd became angry and angry. irritable.

"Hehehe. Look here, my child."

If you paint your face red, does it make your brain work faster? (So ​​he realized the truth of the world, they were chess pieces on the table)