Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Ha, everything I said before seemed reasonable, but in the end it was just complete nonsense!

Bishop Grein showed a contemptuous smile on his face.

This Holy Spirit you mentioned descending to the world, how did he descend to the world? Where did the Holy Spirit come from?

Bishop Grein was suddenly stunned, his smile froze on his face, and he suddenly remembered what his son Lehman said when he regarded Russell and Friedman as heretics.

Yes, Lehman couldn't make up such a lie. I was wondering if people had become stupid after he had been ringing the bell for half a year... Could it be, could it be?

Bishop Grein's mouth widened, stunned by his own incredible guess.

A lively debate seemed to have ensued between the Bull and the Owl, though not a word of it reached Bishop Grene, whose thoughts were completely absorbed by the possible incarnation of the Holy Spirit.

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Author's Note: I hesitated for a long time about whether to write about the priests' debates. I always felt that the priests' arguments would be less interesting without the debates, but reading those obscure and difficult debates that have nothing to do with us would be very boring.

But after much thought, I decided that I couldn't completely cut out the content about the conflict between royal power and religious power written by the priests, so I decided to write it in this simple form.

I don’t know if you will find it boring. If you have any comments, please let me know by leaving a message.

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165 Cecilia

At the call of Archbishop Cluny, Bishop Grein finally came back to his senses from his trance. At this time, he found that the bull and the owl had left.

Archbishop Cluny's smile remained gentle. "What's the matter, Lord Grein? You were in a daze for so long."

The words were on the tip of Green's tongue, but he didn't know how to explain them to His Holiness the Archbishop.

The idea that Meldorf had really experienced the incarnation of the Holy Spirit seemed absurd to Bishop Grein himself. What was even more absurd was that he could not even get the idea out of his mind.

This thought occurred to me while I was looking at the stigmata. Could it be that this was one of my rare spiritual awakenings? Was this a revelation?

Bishop Grein was distracted for a moment, and then he realized that Archbishop Cluny was looking for him to question him.

Bishop Grein immediately shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing, Your Majesty. I came to you to inform you that I intend to go to Meldorf and intervene in the incident between the royal family and the Black Princess."

It would be too hasty to report the Holy Spirit to the Archbishop without solid evidence. I must confirm with my own eyes whether Russell is the Holy Spirit!

Bishop Grein had made up his mind.

Archbishop Cluny stroked his long white beard and nodded. "Well, that's fine. I heard something unfortunate happened in Meldorf. It wouldn't be a bad idea for you to handle it."

Archbishop Cluny mistakenly thought that Bishop Grein's previous distractions were due to his worry about Meldorf.

The fact that Lehman was Bishop Grene's illegitimate son could naturally not be hidden from Archbishop Cluny.

The archbishop thought that Bishop Greene's absent-mindedness was due to his fear that his son would cause trouble and he would be held responsible.

Seeing that the Archbishop did not pursue the matter, Grein breathed a sigh of relief. He then brought out his previous plan: "Well, let me tell you about my plan for this trip. Please give me your guidance..."

The Archbishop nodded repeatedly, finally asking, "Well, you want Sister Cecilia to come with you? Why is that?"

"I learned through my intelligence network that there's a nobleman named Russell from Occitania in Meldorf. This Lord Russell is the central figure in this incident."

When talking about "my intelligence network", Bishop Greene felt a little uneasy at the sight of the archbishop's half-smile, and he gritted his teeth before continuing.

"And Sister Cecilia is a nun from Occitania..."

"Lady Cecilia's parents died in the Great Retreat, and she was adopted by a convent since she was young. She is only twenty-five years old this year, and is extremely pure and innocent. She has never been near a man."

The Archbishop's gaze was somewhat hostile. He began to suspect that Bishop Grein was trying to use his power for personal gain, especially considering that this guy had a history of having an illegitimate child...

You want to take my adopted daughter?

Sensing a fierce look in His Majesty's eyes, Bishop Grein quickly defended himself, "Your Majesty! Sister Cecilia is now the social center of the Occitania survivors in Gritzburg! Those ladies from Occitania all have a good relationship with her. The Lutetia Salon is the social center for Occitania immigrants!"

Everyone knows that you raised Sister Cecilia as your own daughter. Even if I had three times the courage, I wouldn't dare to have any ideas about her!

"Sister Cecilia's social skills will surely be very important in helping us understand Mr. Russell's background!"

At times like this, it's all right to praise her mindlessly. As the "adopted daughter" of the archbishop, Cecilia will naturally be welcomed by everyone as long as she doesn't give anyone the cold shoulder.

However, Bishop Greene's praise was not unfounded, because His Holiness the Archbishop had indeed given Cecilia an excellent upbringing, and her interpersonal skills were indeed quite good.

As a social center for the Occitania refugees in Usedom, this is not an exaggeration.

However, Bishop Grein originally wanted to bring several older Occitania nobles who were living in Usedom during the Great Retreat to meet Russell, but he changed his mind temporarily after subconsciously believing that Russell was the Holy Spirit.

However, he wanted to repay the Archbishop, so he brought the Archbishop's adopted daughter to see the Holy Spirit. Bishop Grein couldn't say this at first, and naturally he couldn't say it now.

Archbishop Cluny looked at Bishop Grein with suspicion for a long moment before finally relenting. "Very well, it would be nice to let Cecilia see the real world. I agree. That's all, it's getting late, Lord Grein should get some rest."

Looking at Bishop Grein who ran away as if he had been pardoned, Archbishop Cluny shook his head helplessly.

Archbishop Cluny felt that he was no longer young and it was time to arrange a successor.

Despite his volatile attitude towards missionary work, the hot-tempered Sigebert remained deeply committed to spiritual practice. He hoped to leave all worldly affairs to the king, allowing the clergy to focus on missionary work and spiritual practice. Giving him the position of archbishop would only lead to a loss of the church's autonomy.

Damian, the most powerful of the bishops, remained a recluse, focused on spiritual practice. Although he wished to maintain the church's autonomy, his character meant that ultimately, all worldly affairs would fall into the hands of the king, much like Sigebert.

Both were outstanding theologians, but by no means qualified church leaders.

As for Grein, the only one who resembled a politician, deep down he had no faith at all! Although he knew the scriptures by heart, that was merely the basic ethics of a bishop. Should we hand the church over to someone who didn't believe in God at all? That was blasphemy!

"Lord, please forgive Glenn, please enlighten Glenn, please bless Glenn."

Archbishop Cluny prayed with a frown on his face.

He was completely at a loss as to the issue of succession and could only pray that the Holy Spirit would enlighten Glenn as soon as possible.

Now that the Archbishop's talents are dwindling, only Grein has the potential to defend the independence of the church from His Majesty Frederick.

As Usedom had been cut off from other countries by land for over twenty years, His Majesty Friedrich was probably anxious to find a way out.

Today, the archbishop and the king are still equal, but once King Frederick dies, his successor will not have the honor of being personally anointed by His Holiness the Pope when he is crowned.

If Frederick could not control the church, then the royal family would probably have to be subordinate to the church, which was a result that Frederick could not accept in any way.

So Friedrich's actions are getting bigger and bigger, and he's becoming less and less concealed...

Archbishop Cluny felt helpless when he thought that the internal problems of Usedom would almost inevitably lead to a general outbreak after the change of church and royal family.

“Lord, please guide me.”

Archbishop Cluny sighed deeply.

At this moment, the door opened with a creak.

"I heard that you want me to assist Lord Green to go to Meldorf?" A nun in a black robe and veil walked in.

Although her words were very respectful, her face was full of joy and playfulness.

"Ah, there you are, Cecilia."

Seeing that his adopted daughter was still as lively as a little girl at the age of 25 made Archbishop Cluny feel much better.

"Why are you sighing like an old man?" Cecilia threw the nun's headscarf aside and asked with a smile.

In the entire royal city of Gritzburg, the Archbishop's room was almost the only place where Cecilia could reveal her long-suppressed nature and regain her lively and active nature.

"I am just an old man, almost old enough to be called by God." Archbishop Cluny began to teach earnestly, "Cecilia, you have a rare opportunity to leave the city, you must be careful..."

Ah, ah, it’s so boring here, old man.

Cecilia couldn't help but yawn. She fiddled with her hands boredly, enduring her adoptive father's incessant nagging.

166 The night before departure

Cecilia suppressed her boredom and listened to Archbishop Cluny's instructions.

At the same time, Rosalyn had packed up everything and returned to the separate room with Francine's soul box.

She changed into a loose nightgown and let her blue hair flow down. She yawned and prepared to go to bed.

At this moment, Francine suddenly said, "Sister!"

"Well, what's wrong, Francine? Didn't we agree to go to bed early?"

"Haven't you always had a bad relationship with Margaret? Why did you agree to go directly to the Wenard Farm?" Francine's voice was full of confusion and even a hint of anger.

Rosalyn was startled. "Well, my relationship with Margaret isn't that bad..."

Rosalyn wanted to explain in detail, but Francine said bluntly, "But you've never slept with Russell in bed together!"

"How do you understand the word 'good relationship'?" Rosalyn was so angry that she laughed. She pinched her waist and looked at Francine's soul box with a smile.

Rosalyn's anger was not only directed at Francine, but also partly at her dead father.

Dad! How did you raise Francine to be like this?

But Rosaline had wrongly blamed her father, Renatus Catius.

In fact, not long after Renatus used Brochar's remaining soul to piece together Francine, his soul was entangled with most of Brochar's remaining soul, and he did not have much time to teach his daughter.

Before meeting Russell and his group, Francine's mind was actually closer to that of a little girl, and she grew rapidly under Rosalyn's guidance.

And the only human relationship Francine could observe was this strange and confusing triangle of Russell, Margaret, and Rosaline - and now, of course, Eleanor was added to it.

What Rosalyn didn't know was that she had a much greater influence on her sister than her father did.

Rosalyn felt her face burning, not only because of her anger at her sister who had talked nonsense, but also because of her shyness.

The female wizard actually had no idea what her relationship was with Russell and Margaret.

Is it a delicate love triangle? A rescuer and the rescued? A god and his followers? Allies fighting against the devil together?

Rosalyn herself didn't have a clear answer. She just felt that the relationship between them was confusing and complicated, and very difficult to define, but she surprisingly didn't hate this confusion.

"But, but, but look, sister! Eleanor is on good terms with both of you. She has slept with Russell both with you and with Margaret!"

Francine, still a little confused, thought for a long time and gave another example that made Rosalyn's face burn even more.

"You're a girl, Francine! Be reserved, understand? Be reserved!" Rosalyn finally exploded.

"Ahhhhhh! Sister, be gentle! I won't do it again. I won't do it again!" Francine howled for mercy.

After punishing Francine, Rosalyn grabbed Francine and gave her a lot of lectures. After Francine agreed reluctantly, Rosalyn let her go and lay down on the bed.

Rosalyn lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and sighed softly in the darkness.

Francine took the initiative to explore Eleanor's body during dinner, which shows how much she wants to have a body now.

Since the church in Usedom has the secret technique of "receiving the Eucharist," as her older sister, I must get one for Francine no matter what.

When I was in Vitolos, my uncle told me that mages like to use the serious criminals in the dungeon for magical experiments. I guess the church in Usedom is similar, right?

Since the Weinard Farm was actually a secret prison of the Inquisition, there would probably be experiments with receiving Holy Communion there.

Even if the demonic soul and the so-called holy body cannot be taken care of at the same time, I, your sister, will definitely find a way for Francine.

Rosalyn made up her mind.

In fact, as Francine imagined, there had always been some distance between Rosalyn and Margaret.

Rosalyn supported going to Wynand Farm, although she also supported Margaret, but her main purpose was to find a body for Francine.

Staring fixedly at the silent soul box glowing in the moonlight, Rosalyn finally fell asleep slowly, her breathing becoming slow and long.

Francine in the soul box was also thinking about her own things.

My sister is so slow! She didn't even notice that Eleanor was getting closer to Margaret! She also didn't realize that she spent less time with Russell than with Margaret recently!

If this goes on, my sister will fall out of favor! I have to find a way to help her!

If I had a body, I would help my sister too! I would definitely help her more than Eleanor helped Margaret! Humph, now it's two against two!

Francine thought seriously.

If Rosalyn knew what Francine was thinking, she would have trouble sleeping.

In another room, Margaret opened the door and looked at Eleanor, who looked aggrieved. She sneered, "Kicked out by the Lord, huh? The Lord said we should go to bed early and recharge our batteries for the journey ahead, and you, a slut, are still trying to curry favor with him."

Eleanor was too timid to speak. She had never expected that her master, who always transformed into a wild beast at night, would be so harsh in driving her out tonight. She felt an ominous premonition of falling out of favor and facing disaster.

Eleanor was terrified. After so many days, she could no longer imagine how she could fall asleep at night without snuggling in the safe embrace of her owner.

The aggrieved Eleanor felt that she would burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth, but she didn't want to be laughed at by Margaret, so she had to endure it and walked into the room and lay down on the bed with her head down.