Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Soon, his horse found him following the whistle, and then he jumped on the horse and rode it as fast as he could, heading towards Gritzburg.

…………

Russell had never expected that the king of Usedom had already resorted to spy politics, and he had never expected that just a surprised glance from him would make the black guard's horse breathless.

Russell was watching the "shepherd" who was so humble that he almost curled up, and was communicating with his "young lady" Cecilia in a low voice. He thought that he could afford to raise the shepherd, and if not, he could put him on Morganna's back to raise the bald mother and son.

In fact, Bishop Green was only being humble to Sister Cecilia because he felt guilty after being rejected by the "Holy Spirit" just now.

Even though Cecilia was the adopted daughter of Archbishop Cluny, she was only a junior of Bishop Grene after all.

Cecilia felt that Bishop Greene's behavior just now was extremely abrupt and almost caused her to misunderstand. She almost exposed her own trump card in front of so many people.

Therefore, Cecilia, unhappy, asked Bishop Grein directly, "What were you doing just now, Your Excellency Grein?"

"What do you think of the scripture I just quoted?" Glenn asked Cecilia.

Glenn was quietly hinting at the identity of the "Holy Spirit" to Sister Cecilia, and he hoped that Cecilia could also enjoy the gospel of worshipping the Holy Spirit.

Cecilia thought about how she had changed her mind about Bishop Greene because of the Epistle of John he quoted, and she wanted to go back and strangle herself for changing her mind about Bishop Greene.

Are you crazy? It turns out that quoting scriptures is just part of your weird behavior!

Cecilia's expression became increasingly grim.

At this time, Russell couldn't bear it anymore. He felt that this "shepherd" was too pitiful and decided to save him from the dire situation.

"Mr. Green, we have decided to continue on our journey. Would you like to come with us?" Russell invited the "shepherd".

Is this the Holy Spirit inviting me to join Him? Am I chosen by the Lord?

Bishop Grein's attention was quickly diverted. He felt himself overcome by immense joy, a look of ecstasy on his face. The remaining sense of mission in his mind forced him to ask, "Where are you going?"

"Ah, we plan to go to Wenard Farm first. Do you know where it is?" Russell asked with a smile.

Wynand Farm? I know it so well!

The Lord knows everything! He knows I'm the head of the Inquisition! He knows I've set up a secret dungeon at Weinard Farm! He knows I've recently arrested a string of heretics and pagans! The Lord knows everything!

Bishop Grein nodded repeatedly: "I know, of course I know!"

"How about we go together?" Russell asked.

Bishop Grein subconsciously turned to look at Sister Cecilia. After all, their duty was to represent the church in Meldorf to appease and win over the knights.

"Weinard Farm?" Cecilia's eyes flickered with an inexplicable glint. It was obvious that this destination piqued her interest. She nodded and said, "Okay, I want to go too."

I didn't ask you, the bossy young lady!

Russell rolled his eyes in annoyance.

But before Russell could say anything, Margaret quietly pulled Russell and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go together."

As a result, the team heading to Weinerd Farm grew larger.

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186 Clarifying Identity

Bishop Green felt that he could not be too respectful, so he took the coachman's seat and drove the carriage.

The guide Hans naturally recognized the stigmata on the back of Grein's hand. When he saw a senior clergyman taking the initiative to drive the carriage for "the Lord and His Prophets", he was even more convinced of Russell's identity.

Hans subconsciously felt that he was the first to receive guidance from the Lord, so he had a sense of superiority over Bishop Grein. At least when the priests preached, they always said that the Lord did not care about the secular status of his people.

Therefore, this sense of superiority smoothed out the difference in status. Hans drove the horse for Bishop Grein and even tried to chat with Bishop Grein.

Bishop Grein wanted to become the chief saint of the Holy Spirit, just like St. Peter who followed the Son of God.

Therefore, Hans, another adult man who followed the Holy Spirit earlier than him, was his biggest concern. As for those ladies - whether it was the Virgin Mary or Mary Magdalene, they could never be compared with St. Peter.

So Bishop Grein also wanted to find out Hans's background. He answered every question Hans asked, and the two chatted casually.

Part of the reason Hans took the initiative to talk was because he had spiritual questions.

"Why, you ask, did that holy man, when he was repairing the carriage, act as if he had never touched a carriage before?"

Apparently, Hans was deeply impressed by Russell crawling under the carriage to fix it, and he was puzzled as to why the omniscient Lord in the scripture did not know how to fix the carriage.

Bishop Grein smiled and said, "This just proves that the Holy Spirit has only recently descended to the mortal world and is not yet familiar with it."

“But isn’t the Lord omniscient and omnipotent?”

"There is no contradiction between His omniscience and omnipotence and His inability to repair carriages." Although Bishop Green was no match for the high-ranking priests in debates, he was more than capable of fooling the common people. He explained solemnly.

"???" Hans looked at Bishop Grein with a questioning look on his face.

Oh, you fool. This person is no threat to my position.

Bishop Grein was in a good mood and a smile appeared on his face.

The bishop explained with ease, "It's like the Son of God took on flesh and blood and walked the earth, ultimately washing away the sins of mankind with his blood. Ever since our ancestors, Adam and Eve, listened to Satan's deception and were expelled from the Garden of Eden, our wisdom and knowledge have become another form of our original sin."

"And the Holy Spirit, in the form of omniscience, appears unknown, just as the Son of God washes away our sins with his flesh and blood. This is washing away our sins!"

Although the logic was far-fetched and ridiculous, Hans was completely convinced. He nodded sincerely, "So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"

In the past, the recognition of a peasant like Hans would not have caused Bishop Grein the slightest ripple in his heart, but now Bishop Grein had the idea of ​​competing with Hans in his heart, and the affirmation from Hans made Bishop Grein in a good mood.

Bishop Glenn stroked his beard gently and smiled rather proudly.

Hans praised repeatedly: "You are so wise!"

The smile on Bishop Grein's face, who had just said that wisdom is the original sin, became a little stiff. He was not sure whether Hans did it on purpose.

Bishop Grein turned his head to look at Hans's eyes full of admiration, and looked at his honest and simple smile, and his breath was held in his chest.

Humph, forget it, I won’t bother with this peasant!

Bishop Grein turned away angrily, drove the carriage seriously, and no longer paid attention to Hans.

Huh? Why is this bishop suddenly angry?

Hans was even more puzzled.

"Hmph! You're late, but you're still in such a bad mood." Hans muttered softly.

Hans' words hit the mark of Bishop Grein's biggest worry. Veins bulged on his forehead. He originally wanted to whip the horse twice to vent his anger, but just as he raised his hand, he remembered that the "Holy Spirit" was still sitting in the carriage, so he forcibly lowered his hand holding the whip.

The two "followers of the Lord" parted ways unhappily, and for a moment, no one wanted to talk anymore.

At the same time, inside the carriage, Rosaline cast a soundproof barrier to block out the sounds coming from outside.

At this time, Eleanor looked at Russell and asked in confusion, "Master, who are you?"

Russell didn't understand the meaning of Eleanor's question for a moment. He looked at Eleanor and said jokingly, "Just remember that I am your master. The rest is not important."

Eleanor opened her mouth and wanted to ask, "Why is Bishop Grein, the head of the Inquisition, so humble when he meets you, my master?" However, she subconsciously glanced at the smiling Rosaline and swallowed the question back.

Eleanor lowered her head and said submissively, "Yes, I understand, Master."

Humph, I'm a princess, how can I always be a slave to a mere Occitania noble like you? Wait until I'm free from your schemes, wait until I'm free from your schemes...

Eleanor thought unconvincedly in her heart, but she didn't know how to take revenge after she was really freed from her status as a slave. Would she let Russell be her slave?

"Hmph, well, the slave girl is finally beginning to understand some rules." Margaret was still angry with Rosaline and Eleanor, and she said sarcastically.

As she spoke, Margaret gently lifted Eleanor's chin with her fingers: "Then I will teach you another rule. You are not allowed to question my Lord in the future. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand." Eleanor swallowed her anger. Since she had already bowed her head more than once, she decided not to provoke the angry Margaret anymore and agreed obediently.

"I understand. That high-ranking monk from the false church immediately recognized our Lord as the true God after just one encounter, and that's why he wanted to imitate the hand-kissing ritual he performs when meeting the Pope of the false church."

"Even after being rejected by my lord, he still worked diligently, driving the carriage himself. He is much more perceptive than you, a 'princess'!"

Margaret said slowly.

When Russell heard Margaret's words, he realized that he might have made a mistake.

Wait, isn't that a shepherd? How can you say he's a high-ranking monk in the church?

Rosalyn noticed Russell's confusion, and before Russell could ask the question, she nodded in agreement with Margaret.

"Yes, Eleanor told me before that Bishop Grein is the head of the Inquisition and one of the three bishops of the Usedom Church."

"And that nun is no ordinary person either. She is the adopted daughter of Archbishop Cluny, who is the highest official in the Usedom church."

Rosaline's additional explanation made Russell understand why Eleanor had taken the initiative to ask him who he was.

Yes, the head of the Inquisition in Usedom was as attentive and humble as a shepherd meeting a nobleman when we first met. It was really hard to understand why.

And why does he call himself a shepherd?

Russell frowned, and then he noticed a new problem: "Wait a minute, you mean, Bishop Grein is the head of the Inquisition? And now he is driving a carriage, taking us to the Inquisition dungeon?"

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187 Nightfall

Unfortunately, Russell was the only one who found this matter very suspicious, while the other ladies in the carriage were convinced by Margaret's theory.

To be precise, everyone, including Bishop Grein, who was driving the coach, thought it was natural.

Having said that, it was precisely because Bishop Greene's every move was so natural that the ladies did not worry about his conspiracy.

Because the interaction between Russell and Bishop Grein as superiors and subordinates was so natural, Bishop Grein's respect from the bottom up and Russell's sympathy from the top down, it was as if they were natural superiors and subordinates.

Eleanor felt that Bishop Greene's attitude towards Russell was much more respectful than his attitude towards her father, King Frederick. She could not help but begin to believe Margaret's seemingly absurd remarks and began to think that Russell was really a god.

Well, as the princess of Usedom, I'm just a mortal. Being a slave girl to a god seems to be in line with my status...

Eleanor had just vowed to get rid of her status as a slave and wanted to take revenge on Russell, but now that she believed that Russell was a "god", her thoughts wavered in an instant.

No, no, I am a noble princess after all. I cannot be satisfied with being the master's slave girl. I want to be his woman like Margaret and Rosaline.

The impoverished Princess Eleanor made a great wish in her heart.

After hearing Rosalyn point out Sister Cecilia's identity, Margaret narrowed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Russell then asked curiously, "By the way, Margaret, how did you know they were high-ranking priests, Margaret?"

Margaret came to her senses and said, "Oh, Lord, this is what happened. Did you see the scars on the backs of Bishop Grene's and Sister Cecilia's hands? Those are the stigmata."

"Stigmata?"

"Yes, only high-ranking monks have holy marks, proving that they possess certain supernatural powers and possess extraordinary combat capabilities."

Russell nodded, then shook his head. "I remember you didn't believe in the church's theories before, right? I used to think the church didn't have supernatural powers. So why do you refuse to believe in the church even though it possesses supernatural powers?"

Russell's subtext is also very clear. You didn't believe in the church before, but as soon as I resurrected you, you believed that I was God. Why is that?

"My Lord, the Church only possesses some kind of supernatural power."

"According to the research of several scholars at Trinity College where I work, there are several different ways to master the power of the stigmata."

"Through monasticism and self-enlightenment through spirituality; through ordination from above by an archbishop or the pope; through promotion from below by popularity among the faithful. It is certain that belief in God is not a necessary condition."

Since Russell asked, Margaret explained seriously.

"Before I set out on this expedition, the Church offered me an olive branch, asking if I wanted to receive the stigmata, but I politely declined."