Warhammer: Start with a dog.

Chapter 325: Memoirs of a Bishop (I)

Very……

Unbelievable.

Much more plain and approachable than she had imagined, but also amazingly beyond her wildest imagination of what they worshipped.

She didn't know how else to react except to marvel and worship this masterpiece, which was one of the pinnacles of the perfect combination of various elements in the universe.

This was High Priestess Sandra's first impression of His Highness Conrad Curze.

This is definitely not a human being.

This can only be God.

High Priest Sandra bowed down in worship with tears in her eyes.

As she chanted the name "Lord of Mercy and Forgiveness!" to the Lord of the Night on the throne and prepared to say more words of praise.

--Well.

Then she heard an extremely sharp roar and the sound of something breaking through the air, as well as a sound of people around her gasping for breath, and finally a sonorous and powerful shout from ancient times that no one could understand.

"Fuck!!!!"

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"Thank you... Thank you, kind lady." Sandra, still in shock, was wearing a new linen skirt and robe in the room next to the infirmary. The wounds on her throat and chest were still aching. Her psychic talent and the abundant psychic energy reserves in her body instinctively saved her life at that moment.

Even though it happened in just a brief moment, her mind was no longer willing to recall any details of the attack again - any attempt to touch it would cause her stomach and internal organs to suspend and twitch together in instinctive fear.

"It's okay. Um, do you need a new shawl? I can give you mine, but it might be a little old..." Octavia kindly handed her a cup of steaming hot drink. Sandra took it gratefully and took a big sip, then her eyes widened.

"O throne!" she cried, "what is this? what is this nectar? what is it that you are giving me to drink? I feel warmth and strength rushing up through my throat and stomach into my whole body!"

"Ah." Octavia was obviously a little surprised by her reaction. "This is... a drink that your highness likes to drink very much. Oh, but what I gave you is my special version, which does contain a lot of nutritional supplements and additional synthetic molasses."

“Honey?!” the priestess shouted, “Is the taste of this miracle that explodes on the taste buds the taste of the legendary honey?!”

"Uh. Yes. But, sorry, I'm not surprised that there's no honey, but don't you have synthetic sugar here?"

"No, this legendary sweet thing was completely consumed here more than three hundred years ago. Perhaps chewing starch until it breaks down into a thick slurry in your mouth will have a hint of sweetness, but that's rare, ma'am. Besides, the Grand Regent has decided that everyone needs to prioritize survival, and we don't have extra starch to refine sugar."

Sandra's answer brought to Octavia's face a kind of sincere look of apology for such a small thing that only people who have lived a carefree life for most of their lives can have.

The priestess immediately realized that the distinguished navigator in front of her was someone she could really ask questions to. Although her status seemed untouchable to Sandra, the sense of indifference she had felt from the Son of God over the past period of time had greatly increased her sense of urgency, and she had to seize every opportunity...

She tried to put on her pale face the friendliest smile possible. "It's all right, Lady Octavia, but if I may," she said, "could you tell me about Lord Conrad Curze, our Son of God and Savior?"

——————————“From that time on, I knew that we were destined to spread His gospel to everyone for this bright starry sky above our heads;

Just as the light in our hands imitates his starlight and shines on the earth.

Stay! My friend, will you listen to our Son of God and Savior?

————"Sweet Silence" Sandra
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Memoirs of the First Archbishop of the Nostramo Sector and Mother Superior of the Astra-Tongue Monastery

Recording Room: The First Scriptorium of the Tessaguarza Monastery

Level: Top Secret Core

Borrowing Record: Confidential

Recorded time: 888-999 M41, the time coefficient was modified by the Order of Chronology and (a vague name)

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Before I begin to write these words, I do not want to talk too much about the events that occurred before my formal conversation with His Highness Curze.

*There is a noticeable ink pause on the writing on the parchment here, indicating that the writer was thinking at the time.

Nevertheless, I still need to mention this because I know that things in the world will always be rumored after the passage of time. I don't want His Highness Curze's reputation to be damaged by my careless words.

Yes, I was injured at that time, injured by His Highness Curze's divine beast messenger. He scratched my throat and heart, and the crude but thick enough psychic shield I cast in panic saved my life.

But I have always believed that it was only because my own spiritual power was too rough or too barbaric and rude at that time that caused His Highness Koz's acting beast messenger to be so dissatisfied with me.

If you think that I am trying to whitewash the situation or say some flattering words to record for future generations, you are wrong.

As long as you read my record below with an impartial heart, you will never think that His Highness Conrad Curze could be the kind of lawless person who would take someone's life as soon as he meets him.

After my wound was stitched up by a professional, rigorous and extremely beautiful silver-eyed (here I use a heavy emphasis) angel pharmacist of the Lord of Night using the fastest and most efficient technique and speed I have ever seen, I actually felt much better.

But I didn’t expect that after being sent to a comfortable ward, I would be visited by the great Ms. Melvalien - of course, I didn’t know how powerful she was at the time - and I later always firmly supported her to become the head of the Navigator family. She was more powerful than any Navigator in some ways.

After Lady Melvalien gave me her elixir, I immediately felt my strength and spirit return to me, and I learned from her that this magical liquid, which exudes the power of fragrance, bitterness and sweetness, was first prepared and distributed to everyone by His Highness Curze.

Anyway, although I later learned during my years fighting in the Eighth Army that the recipe was probably a type of Rekha coffee, I will never forget the feeling I had when I took my first sip of "Bud Day Banquet Rekha Coffee".

The name of this Reka coffee comes from the name of the famous banquet we are going to attend next.

"Bud Day" banquet.

That day...

(The first parchment of the memoir ends here, and the metal fingers of the automatic servant open the yellowed second volume for the reader)
(End of this chapter)