Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

"The Church nominally went to Meldorf to appease and win over the knights, but in reality they secretly met with His Holiness the Pope, and then they changed direction?"

His Majesty the King's brain began to spin rapidly.

"This Pope came to Usedom secretly and even quietly headed towards Gritzburg. Ha, he really has bad intentions. However, I am not afraid of any new Pope."

King Frederick sneered.

"Hmph, I remember that Lord William's father, Ludwig, refused the church's ordination for his daughter, Margaret. You, Cluny, have helpers, don't I have any?"

"Bring me a pen and paper. I want to write a letter to the Knights of the Nation!"

"Also, send for my second son, Walter! Younger versus younger. Cluny has an adopted daughter to welcome His Holiness the Pope, so it makes sense for me to have Walter go ahead and pave the way for me."

"Call back all the Black Guards and Royal Guards who are on leave!"

"Go tell Adelaide that it's time for those random people she met through Lola to prove their worth! No, wait, just go tell the queen that I'm going to go see her myself later."

Although His Majesty the King said he was not afraid, he really did not have much confidence in his heart.

Facing the imaginary enemy, the "Pope" from the other side of the gray fog, King Frederick acted as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He issued many decrees in one breath and mobilized countless resources.

The entire royal city was plunged into bustle and activity that night. The frequent sound of horses' hooves on the bluestone pavement disturbed the sweet dreams of countless people.

So much so that the next day, the residents of the capital with dark circles under their eyes began to exchange gossip with each other, talking about palace coups and dethronements, all of which were very mysterious.

The black guard who sent the letter back to the royal city urgently had no idea that his short letter would keep most of the people in the royal city awake all night.

He pretended to be a passerby and came to the room that Russell had temporarily rented yesterday shortly after his party set off. He asked the owner for water and started chatting with him.

After complaining about the dry weather and wandering around in the fog for a long time, the Black Guard finally found out the destination of Russell and his party - Weinerd Farm.

So this piece of news soon landed on the desk of His Majesty King Frederick, waiting for His Majesty's review.

190 The Enlightened Bishop

Of course, Russell and his group who continued to rush to Weinard Farm had no idea what was happening behind them, nor did they know how serious the King of Usedom was. The atmosphere among them was quite relaxed.

Russell rode his horse with great energy and looked refreshed.

Bishop Grein, who was driving the carriage, also had a rosy face, and it was obvious that he was having a happy occasion.

Only the guide Hans had dark circles under his eyes and was yawning constantly, looking listless. He did not even ride his horse, but sat down next to Bishop Grein, taking the position of left horse driver.

Next to Hans sat a bishop, in the carriage behind him were three female prophets, and in front of him was the Lord in his heart.

Now Hans finally felt fully secure. He thought that no matter whether it was a demon or a pagan, they would not be able to threaten him anymore.

The hearty and loud laughter of Bishop Grein, who was in a good mood beside Hans, gave Hans a complete sense of security - because the drowsy Hans could not even tell that this laughter was exactly the same as the eerie and terrifying laughter last night.

So the carriage had not gone far when the guide Hans tilted his head and began to snore, sleeping extremely soundly.

Fortunately, with a local boss like Bishop Glenn, it is not a big problem if the guide falls asleep. Bishop Glenn can also do the part-time work of leading the way.

Bishop Glenn did not care about the unconscious guide Hans. In his opinion, the Holy Spirit might have used his magical powers to make the guide Hans fall asleep, giving Saint Glenn the opportunity to seek advice from the Holy Spirit.

Maybe this is the Gospel of Matthew that belongs to me, Saint Graham!

Bishop Grein suppressed the ecstasy of being recognized by the Holy Spirit while organizing his words.

After a moment, he cautiously asked Russell, "What do you think of St. Francis's description of the gospel life?"

In Bishop Grein's view, it would be most appropriate to choose a saint recognized by the congregation and use his words to seek advice from the Holy Spirit.

Moreover, the Holy Spirit's suspected sexual activity last night and the stigmata on His heart left a very deep impression on Bishop Grein.

As a bishop with an illegitimate child, he naturally wanted to understand the Holy Spirit's views on family and marriage.

So Bishop Grein hesitated for a long time before carefully selecting St. Francis as a test stone.

However, this is completely a waste of time. Russell knew nothing about religious doctrines. His mind was full of the stereotype that religion was a backward, ignorant, and feudal remnant.

However, St. Francis Russell actually knew one person in his previous life. That was Pope St. Francis who accidentally used his account to like a post on social media about a model with big breasts and a big butt.

Russell certainly didn't think this otherworldly bishop would ask about his past life, so he inquired, "Who is St. Francis? What did he say about the gospel life?"

Yes, the Holy Spirit naturally does not pay attention to the words of mortals, but this does not prevent me from asking him for advice in order to get closer to the truth.

Bishop Grein, who had always been despised by other senior clergy as ignorant of the scriptures, did not give up this opportunity to advance himself. He talked incessantly about this "Saint Francis" from another world, introducing his deeds and his words.

From the dualism of good and evil to the collective struggle of virtue against sin, to virtue's opposition to the world, and so on, the long and abstruse speech made Russell dizzy and he could hardly hear a word.

Master, stop chanting! Master, stop chanting, stop chanting!

Listening to the long, drowsy speech that buzzed like a fly, Russell felt that he finally understood what Sun Wukong had felt.

Just when Russell was about to fall asleep due to the chanting, Bishop Greene finally said a few words that Russell could understand.

"…Virtue, therefore, consists in opposition to the institutions of family, wealth, inheritance, governmental authority, and intellectual civilization. St. Francis advises people to hate their parents and to break ruthlessly with their families and their obligations in order to take up the cross and follow the Lord."

Russell shuddered when he heard this.

Why do these remarks sound so familiar?

Well, if you change the last sentence to "in order to usher in women's liberation", it will be a real big boxer.

Why, are medieval ideas in your other world so fashionable?

Russell was speechless.

What Russell didn't know was that in his previous life, on medieval Earth, there was indeed a St. Francis who mentioned these principles in the "First Rule" and obtained the verbal approval of Pope Innocent III - the postmodern missionaries in the 21st century are simply picking up the scriptures of their predecessors and repackaging them.

Russell dismissed this with a blunt gesture: "What nonsense! How come this St. Francis wasn't labeled a heretic? The family is the fundamental unit of human society. How can you tear it apart?"

After saying that, Russell deliberately put on a sour face, as if to say, "I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief after finally getting rid of Bishop Greene's chanting.

But Bishop Grein was stunned and speechless.

The Holy Spirit criticized the saints without any hesitation, even using words like "nonsense". The intensity of the tone was still far beyond his expectations.

But a moment later, Bishop Grein's heart became hot.

The Holy Spirit bluntly rebuked Saint Francis for his eschatological teachings on salvation and his advocacy of marriage and family, which does not contradict his actions last night!

Wait, could it be that the omniscient Him has specially bestowed divine grace upon me to enlighten me?

Therefore, the current dogma that prohibits marriage for priests and nuns is outdated! Priests like me should also have the right to enjoy legal marriage!

Good, great! I must actively respond to the Lord's advice. I will marry Leiman's mother right now! Leiman should also openly call me "Father"! Let the Holy Spirit appoint a wedding officiant for me!

Bishop Grayen imagined that under the auspices of the "Holy Spirit", he would walk into the church with his beloved nun to hold a sacred wedding, while the high-ranking priests would applaud and bless them with all their hearts, and tears filled his eyes.

Bishop Grein's hands were shaking with excitement. He took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter. He planned to send someone to deliver the letter to the monastery when he arrived at Wenard Farm, asking her to start preparing for their wedding.

Although Russell only criticized St. Francis's remarks that attempted to dissolve the family and atomize the individual, these few criticisms gave rise to the greatest heresy in the history of the Usedom Church.

All we can say is that the birth of heresy has its reasons.

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191 An oil painting

Unlike the King's professional black guards who delivered messages, the maid Cecilia sent back to Gritzburg to deliver the letter had no bad habit of traveling in the dark. For the maid, the risk was too great.

Therefore, the two sisters rented a house at a nearby farm for one night and then slowly set off on their journey early the next morning.

Fortunately, as servants, getting up early has become their habit. They set out much earlier than Russell, thus avoiding the danger of being intercepted by the black guards who were quietly following Russell.

Even so, it was already dusk when they hurried back to Gritzburg - the maid's riding skills could not compare with the knight's.

When they returned to Gritzburg, they found the atmosphere to be grim.

King Frederick suddenly made a high-profile mobilization last night. The Church, which no longer had political mutual trust with His Majesty the King, naturally could not be so dull as to know nothing about it. They immediately relaxed on the outside but tightened on the inside and became alert.

A heavy feeling permeated the silent streets. The stone walls towered, the ancient city gates were tightly closed, and the fluttering flags whistled in the wind.

The streets were deserted, with only a few pedestrians walking in a hurry. Every house had its doors closed, and the light shining through the curtains looked dim and lonely.

The once bustling vendors’ stalls are now empty, and the only sounds on the deserted streets are the wind and the sound of horses’ hooves in the distance.

The magnificent royal palace and the splendid cathedral stand proudly in the solemn atmosphere. As two buildings that Gretzburg is proud of, they now look full of contradictions.

The entire royal city seemed to have become a powder keg that could explode at any moment, and invisible pressure hung over everyone's heart.

It was in this tense atmosphere that the maids returned to Griziburg. They walked through the empty streets and entered the cathedral under the gaze of the crowd hidden behind the curtains.

Everyone wanted to know how the Archbishop would respond after His Majesty the King made his move.

Archbishop Cluny was very kind. He warmly received the maids, accepted the letters they brought back, and gave them a generous reward.

After carefully reading his adopted daughter's letter and making sure that he had not missed any details, Archbishop Cluny thought about it seriously and couldn't help but laugh.

"This Grein is really causing trouble." Archbishop Cluny understood why King Frederick overreacted.

Bishop Grein, as one of the three great archbishops, actually kissed the hand of an outsider. In the eyes of the black guards who could only watch from afar, didn't this mean that he was welcoming His Holiness the Pope?

No wonder Friedrich looked like he was facing a great enemy.

Although this was because Glenn had gone mad for some reason and regarded Russell as a saint.

After laughing, Archbishop Cluny became depressed again.

If he hadn't sent Cecilia, who to some extent represented him, he could still have cut ties with the crazy Grein.

Now, due to a misunderstanding, the royal city looks like a storm is brewing...

No, it was just a farcical misunderstanding. The storm was about to come in the royal city. This actually showed that Gritzburg was a powder keg. Maybe a spark could ignite it and cause a huge explosion.

Archbishop Cluny quickly corrected himself.

Besides, even if both sides now understand that this is a misunderstanding, can the forces that have been mobilized be stopped?

Archbishop Cluny knew his old friend and rival Frederick very well.

At the same time, as a superior, Archbishop Cluny also understood the rules of the game for superiors.

Once a leader makes up his mind, changing his mind after deployment will only damage his prestige and political credibility.

Therefore, even if His Majesty the King is not sure of victory, even if he understands that this matter is the result of a farcical misunderstanding, he will definitely make the best of it and move forward with the matter unwaveringly.

Rather than losing your own prestige, it is better to take the opportunity to completely overwhelm the other party.

Similarly, the power of the church has begun to organize and mobilize, and Archbishop Cluny will not unilaterally stop.

Two tigers were confronting each other surrounded by countless jackals and hyenas. If one of them retreated first, it would be regarded as weak by the other beasts, and its prestige would plummet, and everyone would want to pounce on it and bite it.

"Oh, interesting, this day has finally come."

Back in the bedroom, Archbishop Cluny stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on an oil painting hanging in the middle of the wall.

The oil painting depicts four high-spirited young people.

The prince in the center of the painting is dressed in gorgeous robes and sits on a majestic throne. His eyes sparkle with ambition and determination, and he holds a golden scepter in his hand, as if looking forward to the future of the kingdom.

To the prince's left, a monk in a simple monastic robe holds a scripture in his hand. His eyes are calm and full of wisdom, as if he possesses a profound insight into the universe.

On the right side of the painting, a knight stands in heroic form, clad in armor and holding a sharp blade. His face still bears a hint of childishness, his gaze resolute and courageous. The demonic symbols on his coat of arms speak of his family's remarkable achievements in conquering demons.

In the corner, there was a writer holding a paintbrush and canvas. He was observing the momentum of the three young men, with a smile on his face, sketching their appearance on the drawing board.

The background of the whole picture is a magnificent castle, and the towering towers appear solemn and peaceful in the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky is filled with a faint glow, symbolizing hope and a beautiful future.

"Forty years ago, when we met at a banquet, we were all full of energy and had similar personalities. Who could have predicted that forty years later, a day like this would come?"

Archbishop Cluny's eyes were shining as he was lost in memories of the past.

"Sometimes I really envy Grünewaldt. He was chosen by the Lord so early in life. He didn't have to witness the fall of Usedom after the Great Retreat, nor did he have to witness the three young men in his painting, who were once close friends, become enemies."

"If Grunewald were to revise this painting forty years later, he would surely paint the sky black and make it look like a foggy mess, right?"

"Well, they'll make us look uglier. We're not worthy of Grunewald's beautification."

"No, if I were him, I would throw this painting straight into the fire. What hope and future? There is neither hope nor future in this painting. There are only three ghosts living in the past. It's better to burn it."

At this point, Archbishop Cluny laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, as if he had told a very funny joke.

After laughing for a long time, Archbishop Cluny finally stopped smiling.