Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"Hmph, I didn't really trust the Church back then. Now it seems to be true. It's better not to mention the power of the stigmata. With so many monks, hasn't Usedom been occupied by most of its territory? Their power is nothing compared to the demons."

As she spoke, Margaret even became a little excited.

So Russell held her in his arms and patted her back gently.

Leaning against the familiar and reassuring chest, Margaret soon calmed down.

Our Lord is indeed trustworthy. If we want to spread our Lord's faith in Usedom, we must win over more clergy, such as the Archbishop's adopted daughter Cecilia...

Margaret calmed down and began to think about how to drag Cecilia into the water.

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Cecilia, who was completely oblivious to the situation, felt that what happened today was too inexplicable.

We met some strange people on the road. Bishop Grein who was traveling with us was doing strange things, and there were also some strange spies of the king involved.

Finally, in the evening, the carriage settled in a village, and Cecilia found an opportunity to question Grein.

"Mr. Green, I need an explanation for everything that happened today, including your actions and the identity of Russell whom you flattered." Cecilia proposed the negotiation righteously.

Bishop Grein smiled slightly, his smile full of superiority.

It turns out that the Archbishop's adopted daughter is so dull that she cannot feel the light of the Holy Spirit.

Although both her and I had our stigmata blessed by His Eminence the Archbishop, I am indeed far superior to her in spirituality.

It was just as I imagined. Women lack spirituality, so they pose no threat. I told her the true identity of the Holy Spirit seriously, as a way of repaying the kindness of Archbishop Cluny.

Sister Cecilia had never found Bishop Grein's enigmatic smile so provocative.

If Cecilia hadn't wanted to maintain her image as a quiet and elegant lady among her father's circle of acquaintances, she would have probably punched him.

Just when Cecilia was about to lose her patience, Bishop Grein finally said mysteriously, "Ah, that one, the one who goes by the alias Russell."

"Oh, an alias?" Cecilia raised her eyebrows.

In just a moment, Cecilia went over in her mind all the young talents she had heard of, but there was really no Occitania living in Usedom who fit Russell's image.

As one of the core figures in the Occitania circle—despite her young age, she held a high status and had a good adoptive father—Cecilia really didn't think there was an Occitania in Usedom that she couldn't recognize.

Could it be that someone from the Vatican had finally penetrated the gray fog and contacted Usedom?

Yes, there is no doubt about it. Bishop Green treated Russell with such courtesy. I think only a big shot from the Holy See could make him do so.

That's great. Dad has always been worried that the Church in Usedom would get out of control after losing contact with the Vatican, and would inevitably become a heretic because of being away from the Vatican. He was also worried that the royal family would take the opportunity to take action against the Church.

Cecilia couldn't help but feel a little excited. She wasn't just happy for her adoptive father, Archbishop Cluny, she also had a small wish.

Cecilia had imagined countless times what the Kingdom of Occitania would look like. She had made a small vow in her childhood that she wanted to return to Occitania to take a look.

As she grew older, she had gradually forgotten her innocent childhood wishes, but now it seemed that things had taken a turn for the better.

Oh? Sister Cecilia was excited. It seemed she had some spirituality and was somewhat sensitive to the Holy Spirit.

Bishop Grein sensed Cecilia's emotions and smiled slightly. "Yes, it's a pseudonym. Actually, that holy Lord—"

Oh, it’s indeed a big shot from the Holy See, Your Majesty, could it be His Holiness the Pope?

Cecilia smiled as she waited for Bishop Grein to reveal the final piece of the puzzle.

"That holy lord is actually the Lord himself who has descended. The so-called Kingdom of the Father, the Kingdom of the Son, and the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit are now the Holy Spirit's descent. The Third Kingdom is about to arrive..."

Bishop Grayne talked endlessly to Cecilia about the conclusions he had reached through his "independent thinking".

He didn't notice that Sister Cecilia's face had turned completely dark, as dark as the thick night.

188 Test

Cecilia did not react immediately, but the suspicion she had previously harbored towards Bishop Grein once again surfaced in her mind.

This made Sister Cecilia subconsciously suspect that Bishop Greene was using such irrelevant remarks to cover up his real purpose.

For this reason, Cecilia patiently listened to Bishop Greene's lecture for a long time.

Because Sister Cecilia was adopted by Archbishop Cluny, she showed curiosity about Occitania since she was a child and began to try to contact those Occitania immigrants.

Soon, Cecilia became the core of the social circle of Occitania immigrants in Usedom with her excellent social skills.

She could skillfully take care of the pitiful self-esteem of every down-and-out person, comforting and praising them with their proudest deeds, and calling them by their long-abandoned titles.

This greatly satisfied the vanity of the Occitanias, making Cecilia not only popular during masses and worship, but even having doctrinal seminars convened in her name.

Of course, this doctrinal seminar was just a cover, and was essentially a social gathering of the Occitania people.

As his reputation grew, priests and knights from Usedom gradually joined in.

Similar to the distressed Occitanias, after the Great Retreat, Usedom was also filled with priests and knights who were full of failure and desperate to regain their self-respect. This made Cecilia's social skills also widely praised among the Usedom people.

To this day, the religious seminars held by Cecilia as the hostess have become an extremely important social occasion in Usedom. Sometimes she can even learn important news before her adoptive father, Archbishop Cluny.

Although Cecilia didn't really like the feeling of being sought after by irrelevant people, she was still happy to play the role of a social center if she could help her adoptive father.

As one of the social centers of the Usedom Kingdom, Cecilia has certainly accumulated a wealth of experience in dealing with people and judging people.

But with Cecilia's vision, she still couldn't see any flaws in Bishop Greene's performance.

Sure enough, compared to Green, the old fox who has been in charge of the Inquisition for more than ten years, I am still too immature.

Even though Bishop Grein openly used the excuse of the Holy Spirit, which insulted people's intelligence, as a cover, his words and actions seemed as if he sincerely believed that Russell from Occitania was the "Holy Spirit".

As expected, none of these veteran bishops are easy to deal with. Even Bishop Grein, who has always had a bad reputation among the high-ranking clergy, is so serious that I cannot see through his true thoughts.

Cecilia frowned and reflected on her shortcomings in her mind.

Although she felt that it would be difficult to figure out Bishop Greene's true intentions at the moment, Cecilia decided to go straight in and test him to see how Bishop Greene would react.

"Ha, the Holy Spirit? Are you talking about that playboy who's surrounded by so many women? How could the Lord tolerate such a promiscuous Holy Spirit in the world?"

Cecilia made no secret of her dislike for a playboy - as a nun, this was a matter of course.

Bishop Grein was stunned, startled by Cecilia's accusation of the Holy Spirit. He lowered his voice and said, "What are you talking about? Don't overstep your bounds!"

How come your performance is so natural without revealing any flaws?

Cecilia actually had some admiration for Bishop Greene.

However, since she didn't have to be a pious, gentle and well-mannered nun, Cecilia still enjoyed this precious happy time when she could freely criticize others.

Therefore, Cecilia did not hide the harshness in her words at all: "The Holy Spirit you mentioned just now put his arm around the blonde lady's waist and entered the temporarily rented room. His hands are not very clean. Do you think there is such a Holy Spirit in the world, Lord Green?"

Bishop Grein was furious, and felt aggrieved that his kindness had been wasted.

You can attack me, but you are not allowed to attack the Holy Spirit!

I brought you here with good intentions to bathe in the glory of the Holy Spirit, but you actually spoke disobediently! What should I do if the Holy Spirit is angry with me?

“A wise man fears and turns away from evil, but a fool is arrogant and self-confident, and he does not care.”

Bishop Green stamped his feet in anger, turned around and left, looking for the "Holy Spirit" in his heart to clear himself.

Cecilia shook her head, still unable to see any flaws in Bishop Grein.

Even if he pretended to be angry and ran away, he still quoted the Book of Proverbs, just like a devout Christian. It was as if he really believed that Russell was the Holy Spirit...

Am I just too immature? Is Bishop Glenn's acting too good? Or is there something wrong with his brain?

Cecilia was very confused.

But no matter which answer was correct, Cecilia decided not to travel with Bishop Grein anymore.

If Bishop Greene was of a higher rank than her, it would be disadvantageous to her since he was obviously colluding with that Russell.

And if Bishop Grein is a fool, then accompanying him would be even more harmful. A rational villain is always rational. If Bishop Grein really has a problem with his brain, then the development of things will be unpredictable.

So Cecilia turned around without hesitation and sent the two maids back to Geglitzburg to deliver the letter, promising a reward if the message was delivered, so as to prevent the two innocent maids from falling into Bishop Grene's conspiracy, and then she rode away.

The sound of galloping horses entered the room.

Russell didn't care. He put all his energy into Margaret. Margaret was very angry during the day because of Russell's "car sex" with Rosaline and Eleanor, and she needed to be comforted.

However, while Russell was working hard, Margaret giggled. "My Lord, it sounds like, ah, it sounds like that Sister Cecilia, Cecilia ran away. Don't you feel sorry for her?"

There was nothing to regret about. Russell did not respond to Margaret's words and continued his swift offensive. Margaret's little mouth soon could not utter any complete words. She could only babble and scream to express her joy.

It was not until Russell injected his holiness into Margaret that Margaret, panting and lying on Russell with lifeless eyes, brought up the topic again after a long time.

"My Lord, don't you want to let that true nun bask in your glory, so that she can stop serving the false god and serve the true Lord... Ah, as expected, your body can't lie. You reacted so quickly."

Margaret giggled, slid down as nimbly as a fish, and then opened her mouth to grab the energetic little Russell.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tips and coins;

Thanks to reader 1702173899 for the coin;

189 The King Facing a Formidable Enemy

In this room, Russell was enjoying the service of Margaret, but Bishop Greene, who came to Russell to confess his anger and fear, felt as if he was falling into an ice cave.

Bishop Grein was not unfamiliar with the voice in the room. After all, he was a bishop with an illegitimate child and knew clearly what love between men and women was like.

At this moment, the faint sound coming from through the wall also made Bishop Greene understand what was happening in the room.

Impossible, that's absolutely not the case!

Bishop Grein's face turned red and white, and he stood there in a daze. He couldn't accept that he had made a mistake and mistook a playboy from Occitania for the Holy Spirit.

Countless emotions such as regret, indignation, and self-blame surged into his heart at once, making him stand there blankly, looking distraught.

When he came to his senses and was about to leave, he was so absent-minded that he kicked the stone wall, causing a vibration. He couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Who?" Russell was startled by the voice. He quickly put on his pants and walked out of the room with his upper body naked to check.

At this time, Bishop Green had already fled in a panic. Russell frowned and looked around for a long time but did not find anyone who might be spying. He shook his head, asked Rosaline to set up a protective magic circle, and then went back to the room.

At this time, Bishop Glenn actually did not run far. He hid in the shadow of a tree, stunned.

Because Bishop Glenn could clearly see the scar on Russell's heart in the moonlight.

Those are stigmata! They must be stigmata! I knew I wouldn't mistake him!

Bishop Grein looked at the stigmata on the back of his hand.

For lowly believers like us, the stigmata are on our hands or feet, while the powerful Pope’s stigmata are on his forehead, so it is only natural that the stigmata of the Holy Spirit are on the heart!

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are all one and the same! The Holy Spirit's heart truly bears the scar of the Son's fatal wound!

Bishop Greene's emotions once again experienced a dramatic ups and downs. The difference was that this time he went from rage to ecstasy. After the cognitive transformation of destruction and reconstruction, he had completely become a fanatic.

Bishop Green felt as if he had drunk some fine wine. He didn't know how he got back to his room. He only felt as if he was floating in the air. He was completely dizzy from the vision of heaven, the paradise in the afterlife, the fame after his death, and other big dreams he had painted for himself.

During the night, the guide Hans was awakened several times by the terrible laughter, which could be described as "heart-wrenching" and scared poor Hans a lot.

Is it a demon? Or an evil wizard?

Hans shivered and wrapped himself tighter. He hoped to fall asleep quickly to get away from such horrible laughter, but he was also afraid that if he really fainted, he would be harmed by a devil or a wizard. He was extremely conflicted.

…………

While the poor guide Hans was trembling, King Frederick was reading the secret letter from the Black Guard that had just been sent in an expedited manner.

"Oh? The Church contacted a young Occitania, and the people sent were Bishop Grein, who is in charge of the Inquisition, and Sister Cecilia, the adopted daughter of Archbishop Cluny?"

King Frederick frowned. He attached great importance to the church's movements revealed in this letter.

"Bishop Grein was very respectful to that Occitania and was very polite, even kissing his hand?"

His Majesty the King could not help but stand up. He paced back and forth in the spacious study. His figure made the candle in the study flicker and made his face dark and unclear.

"However, the Black Guard was spotted by the Occitania, so he couldn't continue his investigation and could only follow from a distance..."

"Interesting, truly interesting. The head of the Inquisition couldn't detect my Black Guards, the spiritual adopted daughter of Archbishop Cluny couldn't detect my Black Guards, but that young Occitania could?"

His Majesty Friedrich stroked his gray beard, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

"To be welcomed so solemnly by the church, he must be from the Vatican. Considering the hand-kissing ceremony... humph, even young priests might not remember this etiquette. So, is the person coming the young Pope?"

Judging by the etiquette of hand-kissing, it is indeed difficult not to draw the Pope's conclusion.

"Huh? First, a young man from Occitania appeared in Meldorf, and now it's His Holiness the Pope. Could it be that the gray fog has really been broken?"

Friedrich had not yet been able to connect "His Holiness the Pope" with the young man Russell who appeared in Meldorf with several female companions. After all, judging only by the dry words of the Black Guard, "they" seemed to have no similarities at all.