Father Mavie

Chapter 350 The Choice of Paul I (Subscribe!!!)
In the brightly lit room, Archbishop Henry stared at the first draft of the bill in his hand, his eyes were sometimes dim and sometimes bright.

[Decree on Temporary Response to Domestic Reactionary Forces]

It is necessary to ensure that when the day of prophecy comes, the Goddess of Truth can ascend to the rank of gods, become a god, and untie the shackles of the gods, but also limit the development of the Church of Truth and prevent them from growing too large.
No matter how you think about it, this is an embarrassing task, but Archbishop Henry knows that the Pope did not embarrass him, and it is helpless to do so.

Only by suppressing the strength of the Church of Truth to the point where they can be destroyed by a single hand, can the Church of Wisdom gain the greatest benefit in the future turmoil.

For this reason, Archbishop Henry, who is in charge of the Romanov Kingdom, had to rack his brains and find ways to restrict the Church of Truth, but he did not dare to use too much force to damage the foundation of the believers of the goddess Junia.

Snatching the believers that the Church of Truth should have gained is the countermeasure that Archbishop Henry thought up.

Facts have proved that he made the right move. After playing the slogan of 'freedom requires wisdom', the Wisdom God Sect ushered in a period of explosive growth of believers. In just half a month, 10,000+ people became the God of Wisdom. Followers of Nuttall.

Among the former serfs who were dissatisfied with the kingdom and the nobility, there were also radicals and conservatives. The conservatives believed that armed struggle was not advisable, and everyone should organize to march and protest in a more moderate way to fight for their own rights.

Radicals don't listen to this at all, they just want to fill their stomachs, as long as they can regain the land that should belong to them, they don't care what means they use.

Most of the conservatives joined the Wisdom Church, while most of the radicals became followers of the Church of Truth.

Compared with the Wisdom God Sect, which is conservative in style and calls on people to use their wisdom to fight for their rights, more believers join the Church of Truth.

The Wisdom God Sect has 10,000+ new believers, and the Truth Church has reached 20 new believers.

And this number is still soaring at an astonishing rate.

The seeds buried half a year ago have germinated, and the tender green buds pierced the skin and broke through the shackles of the ground.

Refugees who have received the blessings of the Church of Truth, after returning to their hometowns, tell their luck to other surviving companions. Refugees who have become believers even publicize the truth, describing what they have heard and seen in the past six months lifelike.

Compared with the Church of Wisdom, which is the state religion, people are more willing to believe in the Church of Truth, which takes practical actions.

Churches and monasteries all over the world are full of people coming and going every day. The monks are busy until midnight before going to bed and falling asleep.

If things go on like this, the fast-growing Church of Truth will get out of control.

After much deliberation, Archbishop Henry drafted the "Temporary Decree" against the reactionary forces.

How many followers does Junia need to become a god?
According to the estimates and statistics of the Wisdom God Sect, coupled with the information obtained from the classics, the number of believers must be around one million to reach the threshold of becoming a god.

Of course, this number is inaccurate. The firmer and more loyal a believer is, the more power of faith they provide. A loyal and firm believer is often worth four or five unsteady people, or even more.

One million believers is just an approximate number, after all, no one has done experiments on this kind of thing.

The Church of the Three Goddesses of Destiny has millions or even nearly ten million believers, and the Church of Wisdom is similar, including the Church of Judgment, the Church of Abundance, and the Church of Witch God. They are basically floating on the same level, and no one crushes the other. occur.

It is also because of this that the explosive growth of believers in the Church of Truth has caused Archbishop Henry to feel a sense of fear that is difficult to strictly control. He feels that this cannot continue. will reach an astronomical figure.

Once Junia, who has a large number of followers, reaches the rank of God.
The consequences could be disastrous!

If there are as many as 2000 million serfs in the Romanov Kingdom, they all join the Church of Truth.
"call"

Archbishop Henry exhaled a foul breath, rubbed his sore eyelids, and was in a very bad mood.

dong dong!

"archbishop."

A monk in black knocked on the door, hurried into the room, and said to Archbishop Henry sitting behind the table: "His Majesty Paul I said he has figured it out."

"Ok?"

Archbishop Henry was slightly taken aback, immediately put down the draft decree, stood up and said, "Take me to see him."

Finally there is good news.

If the king can wholeheartedly help the God of Wisdom, that would be a great thing.

Who wants to be charged with killing the king?
Such behavior is not allowed in any kingdom.

If the church wants to use the kingdom to rule the people, it must give the kingdom enough autonomy, and they cannot kill it at will.

If it weren't for Paul I's refusal to agree to the bill he proposed, how could Archbishop Henry put a king under house arrest?
It's all helpless
He wouldn't do it if he had other options.

Walking through the long and complicated corridors of the Winter Palace, Archbishop Henry came to the door of Paul I's bedroom. Before he opened the door to enter, he suddenly stopped, pondered for a few seconds, and stroked the golden ring on his little finger.

hum.
The golden ring trembled slightly and did not light up, but a barrier invisible to the naked eye enveloped Archbishop Henry's body.

After completing this step, Archbishop Henry nodded to the monk in black and opened the bedroom door.

click
In the slightly messy room, Paul I sat on the sofa facing the door. After sweeping away the decline of the past few days, his face was radiant, his hair was combed meticulously, he changed into clean clothes, his face was slightly rosy, and he even wore on his own crown.

Judging from the food residues that the servants were cleaning up, Paul I should have had a full meal.

Maybe even took a shower
"Your Majesty, it makes me so happy to see you in good spirits."

Archbishop Henry kissed his fingers and saluted respectfully.

"Sit down, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

Withdrawing his gaze from looking at the portrait, Paul I smiled and pointed to the opposite sofa.

After Archbishop Henry took his seat, Paul I stretched out his hand into his arms, and the bodies of the monks in black beside him immediately tensed up. Just as they were about to make a move, Paul I took out a silver cigarette case, flicked it skillfully, and pulled out a cigarette case. He put a hand-rolled cigarette in his mouth, and then put the cigarette case back into his arms.

Ding!
The roller flint rubs against the kerosene-soaked fire wick, and the swaying flame rises to burn the shredded tobacco.

"Your Majesty, why don't you smoke cigars?" Archbishop Henry asked with a smile: "The cigar rubbed on the girl's lap can better reveal your identity, isn't it?"

"Oh, I've been bored recently, and I fell in love with hand-rolling cigarettes. This is actually quite interesting. When you want to smoke, you can roll one yourself. The preparation process will make your heart itch, but you must be patient. "Paul I exhaled a puff of smoke, and said lightly: "There is a saying in the Kingdom of Romanov, if you get used to bitterness, you will feel very sweet when you eat sugar, isn't it?"

"It seems that Your Majesty has indeed figured it out."

Archbishop Henry smiled unabated, and nodded with emotion: "That's good, that's good, as long as your Majesty cooperates with us, I can assure you that you will always be the king of the Romanov Kingdom."

"I believe in your promise." Paul I flicked the cigarette ash and asked, "What's the reaction of the aristocracy? The proposal of the "Freeman Act" should have aroused their dissatisfaction, right?"

"They don't have any dissatisfaction. I'm just wondering about it." When talking about business, Archbishop Henry put away his smile and said seriously: "They agreed to abolish serfdom only on the basis of the "Freeman Act" I proposed. Asked for some benefits that belonged to them."

"normal."

Gently nodding, Paul I stubbed out his cigarette, took a sip of the champagne on the table: "It would be strange if they didn't ask for benefits, they are just a group of leeches attached to the Romanov Kingdom, sucking blood and eating flesh, no matter what you do Nothing can make them let go."

"Your Majesty's words really hit the nail on the head."

"What are you going to do next?"

"The Church of Truth has developed too rapidly recently. In order to curb them, I have drafted a "Temporary Decree" against the reactionary forces and will send it to Your Majesty for review later."

"You don't need to send it to me. Oh, if it needs my signature, it really needs to go through my hand."

Paul I smiled slightly, picked up the lighter on the table, and put his hand into his arms again. This time, the monks in black standing beside him did not respond.

but.
What Paul I took out this time was not a cigarette case, but a golden revolver.

In the suddenly rounded eyes of the monks in black, the golden revolver was aimed at Archbishop Henry's chest without hesitation.
Spit out the tongue of fire.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Five gunshots were fired in succession, the flames were accompanied by gunpowder smoke, and the bullets hit the body of Archbishop Henry accurately. At such a short distance, it is more difficult to empty the gun than not to empty it.

Archbishop Henry sat quietly on the sofa, his body trembling slightly as the bullets shot in. As the gunpowder smoke cleared, Paul I saw pitch-black bullet holes on his body. The bullets hit, but there was no drop of blood left.

"Your Majesty, why?"

The bullet holes squirmed and closed and disappeared. Archbishop Henry looked at Paul I with sad eyes: "You are the king, why do you do such a despicable act."

"The Kingdom of Romanov has no king who surrendered! There is no king who is enslaved!"

Paul I roared angrily: "I want to maintain the last dignity of the royal family! Even if you kill me, I will not be afraid!"

"I will not kill you, Your Majesty"

"No, it was indeed you who killed me."

Paul I suddenly calmed down. He squinted at the portrait on the wall and squeezed out an ugly smile: "Father, mother, I'm sorry, I failed your expectations and the Kingdom of Romanov."

The muzzle of the gun was raised again, and this time, the golden revolver was aimed at Paul I's own head.

In Archbishop Henry's suddenly constricted pupils, Paul I sneered at him: "We will meet in hell, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

"May the light shine on the Romanovs!"

boom!
(End of this chapter)