Warhammer: In the Name of Ashes.

Chapter 303 Ten Days of Talk, Confession and Questioning
To know the subtleties, the scriptures start at the end of the autumn hair, and wield it with the foundation of Mount Tai.

Along with the lost weapons, returning to the supreme administrator, Cardinal Salatan, of course not only the good news that the lost treasures were recovered.There are also more conspiracy and malice that have been fermented for a long time hidden in the shadows that the sun does not shine on Ofelia 7.

But after speaking with the visiting Terran lords, Salatan apparently had an idea of ​​his own.

The Heavenly Punishment stance weapon that reappeared and the strange news from the Emperor's Hall were suppressed and sealed up together, as if it had never happened.

Under the illumination of the stars of the Ofelia galaxy, the city of divine grace still enjoys the warmth of the emperor's faith as before.

This cautious and passive attitude naturally aroused opposition from individual cardinals and high-level church officials.

Among them, Clarence, one of the two cardinals most likely to inherit his position under Salatan, is the highest representative of this faction.

But the authority of the Supreme Holy See is so great, and its strong will has such a clear attitude towards this matter.

Under the strong suppression of his clear attitude, the figure of this group of stubborn people quietly disappeared from the daily life in the Holy See within three days after several unsuccessful defenses.

Under the holy seat, all are slaves, and outside the divine right, all are dust.

Even if a cardinal who is in charge of life and death in a diocese falls under the seat of the supreme administrator, falling from the sunlit clouds in heaven to the dirty soil on the ground, it is only at the moment of the ruler's thought. .

The hard labor mines on Aowei 9, where the Imperial Fist is stationed, are the home of these sinners who dared to violate the Holy See.Regarding this point, although the Holy See himself has not expressed a clear attitude on this, his exclusive long-term and newly promoted spiritual servants have occasionally mentioned this.

Shan Yan has left his voice and people's names, and the disappearance of these people will naturally not really have no impact.

The centenary Good Friday ceremony is imminent, and the systemic incapacity caused by so many vacancies cannot be allowed in the Holy See.

Cascading personnel changes are created by the vacancies they leave.As the existence of losing the biggest competitor in this "accident", another powerful heir, Cardinal Morpheus, and members of his faction became the ultimate beneficiaries of this internal struggle.

In the next week, the Supreme Holy See Salatan retreated and thought about it. After losing one of the two poles, the Cardinal Order of the City of Charity completely fell into the control of the Murphys.

"Holy See, Cardinal Murphys came to say hello."

On the first day after Salatan closed the door, the clerical priest beside him came from the door of the chapel behind the Holy See residence, and brought greetings from Cardinal Murphys who had just taken power.

"not see."

Salatan bowed his knees under the Emperor's icon in the chapel, and refused the heir's visit without looking back.

In the empty chapel, apart from himself, there were only two newly promoted psykers kneeling at the emperor's feet as attendants.

"Yes..." Priest Clerk responded in a low voice, bowed and walked backwards, disappearing into the corridor outside the chapel.

As Salatan's guard, the secret armed forces of the Brotherhood of the Holy Light were stationed outside this small church, watching him leave quietly.

The City of Divine Favor is in operation for the celebration of the Emperor's Good Friday, and the high concentration of resources and rights makes Murphy's replacement of middle-level personnel more logical.

A large number of unknown defense forces replaced the outer circle of the City of Divine Favor, and many teaching staff who were sinking at the grassroots level were temporarily promoted to replace the original staff in the city.

"Holy See, Lord Murphys is here to visit."

On the fourth day of retreat and contemplation, the clerk priest came again and brought greetings from Murphys who had already taken control of the situation.

"not see."

Salatan's attitude remained the same, and a few days of confession and prayer could not resolve the self-blame caused by his dereliction of duty.Unable to calm his heart, he still needs to confess to the emperor, so that he has no time to pay attention to changes in the outside world.

"Your will..." The clerk's attitude was still respectful, but the difference was that when he left, the soldiers of the Brotherhood of the Holy Light outside the chapel had disappeared from their posts in the corridor at some point.

There are only 4 days left on the date of the celebration reservation, and Murphys, who has been authorized and fully responsible for operating the celebration, came to inquire about the physical condition of the Holy See.

This was the only place where he could not replace Salatan, because the beginning of this scripture had to start with the Holy See himself ringing the big bell on the highest tower of the religious city.

The personnel and materials outside the celebration ceremony are already in place, and only the presence of the Holy See himself is owed.

In order to "perfectly" complete the first celebration after taking over the teaching power, Cardinal Murphys had to do his best.

In order to grasp the specific progress of the grassroots as much as possible, he transferred all the contacts he had operated in the entire Ofelia 7 for hundreds of years to the direction of the central capital of the bishop's world-the City of Grace.

On Ofelia 7, the high-class carriages of the transportation facilities from various branch cities to the main city were filled with deployments that were transferred to the capital under his order.

Although the Cardinals of the City of Grace were surprised by his large number of followers, they finally chose to remain silent against the background of his power.

"Holy seat..."

On the last day before the Holy Ceremony, the small chapel, which had been quiet for a long time, once again welcomed new visitors.The coming man's footsteps were so quiet and soft that the two attendants in the church didn't notice him before he made a sound.

"I told you, no one will be seen..."

Salatan still knelt before the tall icon of the Emperor, repenting for the cost of his mistakes, both the past and the future.

He habitually wanted to reject the clerk priest in his impression, but the voice of the visitor made him feel very familiar.

He raised his head to look at the figure who had come to kneel beside him, and saw Murphy's familiar, young face as expected.

"It's nice to be young..." Saratan stared at this face for a long time, then sighed in a low voice.

"You're not old..." Murphys continued Salatan's words with a smile, complimenting the old man in front of him with a humble attitude.

"No, I'm old. Time has made my eyes cloudy, and time has made my ears deaf. I should have made room for young people, instead of confessing my attachment and greed for power in this place..."

Salatan whispered what he had thought, and Morpheus listened with a smile.

After Salatan finished speaking, he tried to comfort the lonely old man:

"No, you are not old, even if your body will eventually decay, you can still use your wisdom to continue serving the emperor..."

But Salatan was obviously not affected by these words, his complexion gradually became serious, and he recovered from his rickets to his former uprightness.

He stood up slowly, met Murphys' puzzled eyes, and said slowly:
"Wisdom? I have never had that kind of wealth. It is precisely because of my ignorance that I have caused today's bitter fruit. I am sorry for the grace of the emperor, and even less for the teaching of the saint. Now, I only have one problem."

"You... Excuse me." It seemed that he also sensed the anger in the old man's body, and the smile on Murphy's face gradually disappeared.

After listening to the old man's story, he carefully gave his answer.

Salatan took a deep breath, and then asked his own question:
"When did you fall? Or, at this moment, who is the soul in this sad body that I am facing?"

　The first watch, the second watch may be late, there are people at home, please ask for leave in advance.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)