Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1618 Second Rank Remidia Clock Tower
On the first day of the new year, in the early morning, the curtains of rose flowers are very bright, and there is obviously a good weather.

"There are so many people, it's a bit crowded~" Celia opened her beautiful and juicy eyes, and then pushed Yelin's head aside in dissatisfaction, pressing her hair, unconscious.

Although the soft and warm bed under the body is quite large, it is still a bit reluctant to sleep four people at the same time.

And because it's inside a big quilt, it's a bit inconvenient to turn over or something, but the warmth is really warm.

Tana also woke up at this time. She stretched her jade arms and stuffed a few pillows behind her waist. Her delicate and pretty face was full of laziness and exhaustion, and a few strands of blue silk hair stuck to the corners of her ruddy mouth.

"Just kick him down, if you keep it for a while, the sun will rise again." Tana pinched his nose with her fingers, and when she woke up, don't pretend to be asleep, and pour us a pot of tea to quench our thirst.

It's really promising, I've grown up, and I can make three juicy cabbages in one night.

Sai Limin has always been shallow-skinned, blushing like a cloud, covered her pretty face with a quilt, and dared not even make a sound.

Yelin dressed and washed, and brought a pot of hot tea. The New Year's Eve dinner was late, so there were not many hungry people for breakfast, and there were not many people in the living room on the first floor.

The wall clock on the wall points to eight o'clock in the morning. It seems that because I went to bed late last night, many people stayed in bed early in the morning.

"Boss, you're up." Mo Mei was full of smiles, wearing refreshing and pretty double ponytails, and a black cheongsam embroidered with dark patterns, her figure was beautiful, pretty and upturned.

"Well, it's not too late..." Yelin felt ashamed for a moment, the yin and yang in the family were out of balance, and there were many chests, even if he had four cabbages in one night, it was not enough. (Counting Nayari)
Last night, his thoughts were running wild, whether he could take everyone to the abandoned ancient world, where the flow of time is different, and it is absolutely sufficient.

However, Xiaosu, Galantis, and Yimi Wu were all there, and suddenly the group disappeared, which was a loss to the host's hospitality.

"It's not too late, but it's not too early, let's go." Hiate was wearing a mature-style lady's coat and a scarf. She had a very royal temperament, like a goddess.

Yelin immediately put his hands together, bowed down respectfully and prayed: "Goddess of Luck, I wish you good luck and good luck this year."

"Blind and poor, bring up the gift." She gave him a charming look, and Hiate opened the door and walked into Luoxue's front yard. There were red lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor, and there were still fireworks left by the balls in the yard. A little residue.

Yesterday, because of the idiot Gan Lin's nonsense, Hutton Marr fell another pure white and clean snow, the thickness of which probably did not reach the ankle level.

But snow, not annoying.

Ye Lin obediently presented a generous gift and closed the door. Today, he was going to visit his father-in-law and his mother-in-law.

There are lights and festoons everywhere in the Hutton Muld block, and the faces of people who go out to pay New Year's greetings early in the morning are full of joy. When they meet acquaintances on the road, they stop and talk a few times.

And this kind of harmonious situation is not unique to the city of Hutton Mar, it is basically the same in the whole of Arad today.

It seems that everything is so normal and beautiful that it is easy to put the unpleasant things behind for the time being.

Defense and vigilance are also reduced during the New Year's greetings.

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A week later, in the southern part of the Principality of Belmar, the western fortress, the Clock Tower of Remidia.

The Western Fort means that its geographical location is relatively close to the west side of the Principality locally, but looking at the world map, the Western Fort is still located in the south of Belle Mare.

The Bell Tower, also known as the Clock Tower, belongs to the second rank in the organization of the Remidia Order, and is one of the three second rank parishes. The same name as the church.

The archbishop of the bell tower is called "Koroche". He is a paladin who is nearly sixty years old and has gorgeous hair, but his mental outlook is still ruddy and healthy.

He has a pure heart of compassion, kindness and friendliness. He has worked hard in the Bell Tower for many years and enjoys a high reputation among the local people.

A caravan consisting of more than a dozen carriages slowly drove into the city gate, loaded with supplies full of thick cloth, turned a few turns under the curious eyes of the residents, and drove to a south corner of the city.

"Okay, here we are, it's here, thank you for your hard work, and may God's glory protect you and your happiness." Bishop Ke Luo cut off the carriage. He was slightly thin, and sincerely thanked the coachman and guards, not at all like the archbishop. shelf.

The archbishop of the Golden Cathedral, Hendrys Grant, accepted the nobility of Lyon, and is now the Earl of the Delos Empire. He is well-clothed and well-fed, and he is picked up by a luxurious carriage when he travels.

As the bishop of the second rank, Koroche was dressed in a nearly whitish uniform of the religious order. Apart from the holy prayer book and the cross that he always carried with him, he had nothing else on his body, which was very simple.

The person in charge of the convoy was obviously stunned, and then looked at the bell tower church behind Bishop Coroche. There were many low buildings, most of which were one or two stories high. The only taller building was the sacred bell tower, and the surface also revealed a Dusty and gloomy, the ancient atmosphere of disrepair.

If it weren't for the huge marble time dial on the clock tower that was still turning, he would have thought that this was the abandoned old mansion of some fallen nobleman, a haunted building.

He was lucky enough to have been to the Golden Cathedral once, good guy, people are dazzled once they enter it~ The buildings there are full of resplendent and magnificent, exquisite glazed tiles, shining colored windows, and a luxurious and noble atmosphere rushes towards them.

It almost made him wonder if he had walked into the imperial palace!

Comparing each other, the Remidia Bell Tower is like a small broken house in the countryside~

"Don't be surprised." Bishop Koroche smiled kindly, but he didn't feel that there was anything wrong or embarrassed. He said calmly, "You don't have to be in a magnificent palace to serve God. Even in a shabby room, God can Hear our hearts."

"The bishop is so wise, it really made us suddenly see the light." The team leader sighed respectfully, and then beckoned the guys to unload the supplies, and the work of traveling hundreds of miles was done.

"My lord bishop, this is..." Another elderly cleric came hurriedly from the direction of the clock tower. He looked at the carriage unloading in surprise. Fu made a fortune, so he gave so many things.

Judging from the number of carriages alone, the supplies are at least four times more than usual.

He is the vice-bishop of the bell tower, and he is responsible for managing all the affairs of the bell tower when Coroche attends the annual meeting of the clergy.

"Hehe, most of these are supplies from the Celia Chamber of Commerce, many of which are necessities of life, and it really helped a lot." Ke Luoqie smiled gratefully.

In addition to summarizing the affairs of the past year, the annual meeting of the clergy is also related to the overall planning and distribution of many materials, such as the sacred armguards necessary for junior clergy, and some exorcism spells provided by the Sishen Temple, etc. Wait.

Because the Bell Tower Church is relatively poor, there is no way to support anything useful to the Great Church. Every year, Koroche has a thick old face, goes there empty-handed, and then brings back two or three carts of supplies.

"I'll talk about it later if there's anything to do, come here to help first." Koroche rolled up his sleeves with a smile, and went to help the drivers unload the goods, doing it himself, very accommodating.

The pile of supplies was as high as a hill. The vice-bishop, who had always been poor, widened his eyes, and unconsciously straightened his stooped body a lot.

"Thank you for the glory of God, who has always protected the land and people of Bel Mare." The head of the team bowed to the sculpture of the gods in the church, and then took out a money bag from his arms.

"No way! God, it is enough to hear your pious intentions." Bishop Koroche hurriedly declined, and shook his head in denial. Serving God does not need to be expressed with money. Sincere prayer is the best way.

Coroche repeatedly declined, but the person in charge still left behind the purse. Before leaving, the two bishops thanked him a thousand times and sent him away in person.

"It's really rare. When I was in the Golden Cathedral, people didn't even pay attention to this little money, and just dismissed it with a perfunctory sentence." The person in charge looked back at the simple and simple bell tower, and understood the reason for living here. Priests are all ascetics who truly believe in God.

　The writer's words are not safe anymore... Yesterday's quilt has been harmonized a lot, only half of it is left, and I feel tired.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)