I am Peter III, Emperor of the Hexagon of the Goose Kingdom

Chapter 173 Don't Believe in Thunderbolt Monastery, the Archbishop Running in the Heavy Rain

In such a situation, everyone waited for seven days, but after seven days, Moscow was sunny and sunny, and the warm spring breeze made people intoxicated, and there was no sign of thunder or rain at all.

Adrian, whose face was sinking like water, already looked relaxed while sitting where he could watch the church.

Even if he never laughed at other people's mistakes, Peter was an exception.

The bishop nearby said:

"Head Patriarch, the emperor said that the Holy Mother was dissatisfied with our monastery and wanted to condemn us, but now it seems that it is a complete lie. The weather in the past seven days has not been better. How can the Holy Mother intend to condemn us?"

Another archbishop also said:

"Yes, it seems that the Holy Mother intends to help us stabilize the serfs and the land. Although the management of the land is heavy, it is a sacred and inescapable responsibility entrusted to us by the Holy Mother."

Listening to the words of the two archbishops, the four old bishops who had remonstrated with Queen Elizabeth also looked happy, and one of them snorted coldly:

"Even if the empress doesn't stand up for us, the Holy Mother is above, the emperor can do whatever he wants. I think the emperor should pick up the embarrassment."

With that said, the archbishop walked out of the pavilion, looked up at the sky, and smiled with great joy:

"The weather is so clear, how can it rain, let alone thunder, Your Majesty, have you seen that?!"

The archbishop opened his hands, with a high-spirited posture and high spirits, as if he was several years younger.

The envoys who were watching not far away shook their heads and sighed. The face of Peter III was not only disgraced domestically, but also internationally.

The Danish ambassador was especially happy. He was about to echo what he said when the laughter of the archbishop he knew stopped abruptly.

Immediately the archbishop touched his face in doubt, and then looked at his hands with a stunned expression.

Because the archbishop's laughter stopped abruptly, the ambassadors also noticed this.

Count Bernice, the Austrian ambassador, gave the archbishop a strange look and walked out of the pavilion. He immediately knew why the archbishop stopped smiling.

Because a drop of rain fell down and hit his face looking up at the sky.

"Strange, how can it rain in this kind of weather?"

Count Bernice muttered to himself.

The other ambassadors also found that something was wrong, and they came out one after another, and then exclaimed:
"It's really raining!"

Each of them looked strange.

The archbishop who was laughing up to the sky just now came back to his senses, snorted coldly and said:

"So what if it's raining, can there be thunder in this weather? Your Majesty, what you said is definitely not a holy revelation!"

The archbishop's voice spread all around, and the bishops and priests agreed one after another. Adrian's expression changed, but he couldn't help but nodded secretly when he heard this.

The archbishop was right. Rain in this kind of weather is already a strange thing. Could it still be thunder?
at this time.

"Boom—"

"Crack-!"

, Sunny day, a dry thunder from the sky, deafening.

The ambassadors, the bishops, the archbishops, Adrian were all stunned.

Immediately, drops of rain were visible to the naked eye, and it didn't take long for it to turn into a torrential rain.

Because they didn't take it seriously at first, most of the people stood outside the pavilion and became soaked in water.

The ambassadors came back to their senses and ran into the pavilion screaming. Due to lack of preparation, almost no one took Peter's words seriously. Everyone crowded together in a small pavilion, and the wet clothes were rubbed against each other, which was more uncomfortable than the rain.

In particular, the French Ambassador Breteuil, who was covered in face powder, was drenched by the rain at the moment, not only his face was smeared, but his body exuded a suffocating smell.

This smell seems to be the pungent smell that has been covered by face powder after not bathing for a long time, and now the face powder has been washed away again.

The British ambassador was smoky enough, but he couldn't say anything, because the smell on him was no less than that of the French ambassador.

It's like being in the smell of public toilets that have been smoked for hundreds of years, and the smell of human excrement, human urine, cow and horse manure all over the street, which reminds one of the scene of Whitehall in the British Isles.

The other ambassadors almost threw up, and the Danish envoy was the hardest.

Because he was relatively short, he was sandwiched between the British and French ambassadors, and he already rolled his eyes a little.

But he tried his best not to faint, and said with a ferocious expression:

"Fake! This must be false! Even if it rains or thunders, it's impossible to hit the monastery! This is the place of God's favor!"

The Danish ambassador's words seemed to be muttering to himself, and no one could hear them except the ambassadors around him.

But what a bishop said was heard by everyone, and it was quite deafening, as if it was no less than the thunder.

It was the archbishop who stood in the heavy rain without evading at all.

The old archbishop's beard was drenched into a pile, and the robes on his body were also drenched, sticking to his body. It was a little surprising that the archbishop seemed to be in a vacuum, and the prominent peas seemed to be Poland. That little bean.

However, his body could not cover up his courage at all, and the wind and rain that his body suffered further highlighted the preciousness of his spirit. He seemed unbelievable about the rain and thunder at this time, and then shouted:

"Holy Mother, even if you rain and thunder, you will not let the thunder and lightning fall on the monastery where your devout believers live!"

"My kindness, you would never do such a thing!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "click", and a lightning bolt appeared that seemed to tear the sky apart.

At this moment, Adrian stood up in shock, his beard trembling.

His expression was distorted by surprise, and then Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that all the strength in his body was taken away.

He didn't care about anything else, and muttered to himself, as if the only way to relieve the panic in his heart:

"It didn't hit...it didn't hit...I just said that the Holy Mother would not pass on the Holy Revelation to Peter III..."

A flash of lightning flashed in the sky, causing the archbishop standing in the heavy rain to tremble, and the ambassadors were dumbfounded.

Then, like Adrian, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"It didn't hit."

"Haha, this lightning is so funny, it's free to scare us."

The Danish ambassador laughed dryly.

"Yes, it was definitely an accident. Maybe the rain will stop in the next moment."

British Ambassador Keith also said.

Others didn't dare to say anything to the lightning, but the archbishop who was drenched by the rain seemed to be irritated.

He is the one who threatened to set himself on fire in front of Queen Elizabeth.

He yelled:

"False! False! I don't believe that the Holy Mother of God will condemn you to the monastery, I don't believe it!"

As he said that, he ran towards the Holy Trinity Abbey, which attracted everyone's attention.

In the pavilion where Adrian was, many bishops and priests lost their voices, and someone shouted:

"Archbishop, no!"

However, the archbishop's figure has been submerged by the rain line like a rain curtain.

(End of this chapter)