The traces in the sky attracted about 250,000 tourists and the court, and the number of nearly 3,000 people per day increased by nearly 3,000 people per day. For a time, the Sardinian was overcrowded because most of the houses here belonged to nobles and officials, and there were few hotels and ordinary people for rent. Even the hotels and public bathrooms were lined up in front of the doors of hotels and public bathrooms. However, the Templars were obviously prepared for a long time - as if overnight, the blue simple toilet water dispenser with red octagonal crosses on the white canvas tents covered with streets and alleys, wearing short robes and simple cloaks, the Templars entourages were busy dividing bread and blankets in the crowd - this generosity with the signs cost about 15 yuan a day.

The second leader of the National Church in the black carriage - his position was only under the church, Her Majesty the Queen - The Archbishop looked at everything outside with concern because the road was covered with tents and he had to give up his usual wide-type RV, even so sometimes he had to wait patiently for the pilgrims to make way out - suddenly he saw a petite figure hurriedly crossing the road among several tall guards. A car opposite although it was just a quick glance, the Archbishop still saw the other party's identity because this little girl Jin, who had the Carlos surname, was the source of his recent distress.

"Who lives in that house?" he asked.

"The Inspector General of the Templar and his Secret Astronomy said: "It seems that he moved into this private sanitation because of his physical discomfort. He is the guardian of His Highness Rosalia and His Highness Rosalia is now living in the palace. She should be here to visit him."

"That's really strange," the Archbishop said coldly: "Can't the light of the Virgin cure all the injuries?" His pair of Sardinian black eyes swept across the stretcher of the stretcher on the stretcher of the people who were busy making the way out. The heads of the patients shook left and right as they moved - "No need for them to let us go!"

"But Her Majesty the Queen..."

"I want to teach Your Majesty the tolerance to forgive us for our small mistake this time." - At this sensitive moment, Her Majesty the Queen is probably willing to spend several hours waiting rather than put the state religion in a passive position because of this little thing.

The Archbishop said slightly impatiently.

All the unhappiness when he jumped off the carriage was hidden under his compassionate and gentle smile, and he had time to give a blessing to the believers who thanked him before turning around and walking away.

The Provost and the Registrar hurriedly followed behind them.

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Rosalia completely ignored anyone who had looked at her with such ominous eyes - she was rushing to the road with all her heart. Finally, she accidentally stepped on the edge of her cloak. Fortunately, Anto picked her up in the waist - she was as light as a cat in his arms - fortunately, the nannies were not allowed to follow this time. Otherwise, they would force themselves to pray for atonement all night again.

She is no longer the little girl who can only be timid - she thinks those nannies are too arrogant and exaggerated - this is just a contact at work. Isn't it? The young man and himself have always been pure and sincere. Indeed, after a pair of pearl earrings, he often dedicates some small things to Rosalia. Some are jewelry and some are clothing. Each piece is so exquisite and elegant. It is so loveable... But this is just a believer worshipping the saint. Didn't he see that every cathedral's Virgin wears a silver robe, wrapped in a cloak of gems and embroidered gold cloak?

Rosalia firmly believed that there was a pure and flawless relationship between herself and Anto. Therefore, she refused the guardian's request - to transfer Anto away from her side. She felt that if she did this, she would admit that she had never committed a sin - even the Virgin did not condemn herself... The holy traces have never been cut off, always so perfect. She was always energetic and energetic. She often hiked for several hours. Long-term fasting and praying did not affect her health and vitality.

But her guardian—but she was already sick and could only say a few simple words to her after the curtain.

"Don't be sad. Rosalia." Anto said: "The Virgin Light can cure all injuries."

Rosalia didn't speak and she didn't want Anto to know that the disease her guardian was suffering from would only be worse under the Holy Light.

She frowned deeply for the first time.

****

The Archbishop's visit was as expected by Her Majesty Queen Maria, but Alex was also interested in participating in this meeting, which surprised Her Majesty Queen.

But Her Majesty the Queen had no objection to this, but she hoped that Alix would be more interested in it - maybe it would not take long before she could review the documents in the white gray and black official folders with Alix (sent from the Sardinian House and various departments)

The document distinguishes importance from urgency by color) She thought so that only the red and white apple bunny was placed in the transparent glass flat chassis held by Mrs. Langbar.

If there is anything that can trigger a fragile and sensitive nerve of some people than the leisurely chess pair of mothers and sons, who are prominent, it is probably to let them see how Her Majesty the Queen seriously learns from His Royal Highness how to cut out a perfect apple rabbit - Mrs. Langbaer, who sits next to the Queen, is responsible for the two important matters of storage of finished products and tasting, thinks how pleasant it is to see others suffer from the torture she has suffered.

"Your Majesty...what are you doing?" the Archbishop asked slowly, Mrs. Langbar's face covering the corner of her raised lips with a bamboo saffron handkerchief.

How similar it sounds like, Her Majesty the Queen smiled but there was a coldness in her eyes. Mrs. Langbar's inquiry was from the sincere concern of her friends and the sincere anger of her enemies - for the sake of the sinisterness and shamelessness of the enemy; and the Archbishop was just as worried as the nobles and officials, but only his own interests. When Rosalia first appeared, they could even say that they were in a gloating mood and waiting for both sides to mobilize all the active forces to fight to the death and seek benefits from it or force them to compromise in themselves. The Archbishop had complained about Alex before this, just because His Royal Highness came to Sardinia.

In the past, in addition to the regular weekly service, His Highness rarely saw his figure in the church and the atonement chamber. There were only a few small sums in the donation book. It was not that the Archbishop cared about that little donation, but that was too impious. For this reason, the Archbishop specially sent his proud disciples to be the crown prince's confessional priest, as a result, he had to resign after two weeks due to severe mental weakness. According to him, His Highness's theological attainments were obviously more profound, broad and profound than him... He could not stand it anymore - every confession or preaching would eventually turn into a theological seminar that was tense and difficult enough to collapse a stone statue.

The Archbishop's entanglement is not without reason, but now no matter what, it is necessary to prevent Rosalia from further expanding its influence - the essential brain of the state religion only learned this morning that Her Majesty the Queen actually agreed to the priests and nuns of the Old Testament to enter the holy site of Sardinia's worship.

This is really a wonderful thing that only demons can bring - except for those hateful octagonal red cross white cloaks, short white clothes and shining golden sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred

Her Majesty the Queen expressed her discomfort at the intense reaction of the Archbishop: "This is not an old friend I can decide." She said: "You see, there is a saying in the Eastern Continental Federation that 'prevents the people's mouths than rivers'. To prevent devout believers from coming to worship the holy lands is simply to use the power of a human to stop the Vesuvius explosion - and I think that is not a very important thing. You might as well take a look at this." At the gesture of Her Majesty the Queen, she handed over a document next to the Crown Prince to the Archbishop.

The exquisite Old Testament logo on the title page burned the Archbishop's eyes like a soldering iron - he immediately opened the documents wrapped in silk thread - the documents did not grow long and removed the gorgeous words that had no meaning. As the spokesperson of the Old Testament, the cardinal who came from the royal family of Ross, made only two requirements: 1. Build a cathedral in the place where the Holy Trail was born; 2. Rosalia Ferdinandlos was named as the saint.

"This is absolutely impossible!" the Archbishop shouted in disobedience.

"Gentleness..." Her Majesty reminded her three times in a row and gently waved her palm and said calmly: "You have to admit that he did not put forward any excessive conditions..."

"A name is enough!" The Archbishop lowered his voice anxiously: "That is the 'Rose's Madman in Red'! A true religious madman, a blasphemer who regards rights as superior to everything!"

Obviously, the one hidden behind Rosalia is this one who has always advocated "uniqueness", "purity" and "sacredness" and tried hard to advise all bishops, clergy and believers not to tolerate pagans and false believers; to modify and reduce those rules and regulations that seemed too strange and harsh even to the medieval people; he believed that these were not only manifestations of cowardly disloyal to the sages but also suicides that gave up all rights - whether for clergy or believers.

He insisted that people need education and guidance from the church rather than spoiling and indulging—he hated the state religion even if the religion was the same God as what he believed in.

The Archbishop could already foresee how the power of the Old Testament Catholic Church took this opportunity to make a comeback and then completely bury him and the state religion.

"Chenchen..." Her Majesty the Queen nodded perfunctorily: "So I have rejected his request... Whether it is the first or the second."

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The words of persuasion and warning in the belly were immediately stuck to his mouth. He reached out to stroke his belly and could almost feel the inside was filled with depression and sorrow.

"Yes, yes..." he said listlessly. "You have kept your oath--the sage will bless you."

He looked at Her Majesty the Queen expecting to hear a more practical and tough response, but after waiting for several minutes, all he got was Her Majesty's silence and innocent blank eyes and the little rabbit apple sent by Mrs. Langbar.

"But..." He finally couldn't help saying, "...Are you just watching this continue?"

"Why not?" Her Majesty the Queen replied calmly: "I haven't seen anything bad yet."

If you have good choices, choose bad ones; if you choose bad ones, don't be angry - she said a joke about the common people in her heart. A crown prince is not pious enough to satisfy you. Now this is pious. It's a pious thing. Is it pious to you?

The Archbishop was not a fool, so he said, "I remember when you ascended the throne, you would protect it and those who believe in it, do you still want to keep this promise?"

“I have never turned my oath.

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"What about your heir?"

"I promise with the surname of Sasnand that he will also keep this oath."

"Then" the Archbishop took a breath in difficulty and showed a resigned expression: "We will entrust all of it to you and your heirs. May the decision I have made is correct and help those who are willing to keep their oaths."

The Archbishop bowed to Her Majesty and stared deeply at His Highness before formally taking a break. He looked so gentle and noble. The traces of darkness were buried under his handsome face and humble posture. If his soul was really polluted by evil, please remain silent forever. The Archbishop prayed sincerely in his heart and then said to the young man with great seriousness: "Although I don't know if you have made a true confession of your past sins--you have to understand that confession may not redeem all your sins, but it can relieve the pain in your soul and the crisis in your life even when you are still unaware of anything."

After saying that, he nodded and retreated without hesitation.

Mrs. Longbal frowned and swore to hear some unlucky meaning from the Archbishop's last words.

"The confessor must keep everything he hears confidential, right?" she asked her noble friend late.

"It is true." Her Majesty said: "But someone might tell the confessor of a crime that had not been started and the priest told the district bishop. The district bishop told the prosecutor. Finally the prosecutor told the bishop. It was completely in line with the doctrine. As for the archbishop. If I heard the same thing as you heard, he said nothing but those words of persuasion that did not contain any secrets."

Mrs. Longbal blinked her son jumped up one step earlier than her and ran to the phone call in the next room.

It would be much easier to find something hidden in the approximate direction. They soon received conclusive news. Someone was preparing to submit a proposal related to the Crown Prince to the Inspector General Sardinian. The specific content is unknown, but it can be summarized as follows: money laundering, tax evasion, tax bribery and abuse of power.

"There is something..." Her Majesty the Queen said: "Originally, Xude didn't want me to tell you Alex for the time being, but I think it's better to let you know." She tapped the documents on the low table with her fingertips: "Xde participated in the local elections in St. Nancya District as a non-partisan. If everything goes well, he will enter the House of Commons in mid-October this year."

One stone can explain why "those people" are so urgent.

The Lich sighed regretfully and he had a very pleasant time reading and collecting research - all the materials are extremely rare and rare, and the orderly and kind camp provides free and generously on time - the Little Lich believes that even the semi-lich tutor who has been rampant in the Feren continent for thousands of years will find such a good opportunity: Imagine a Lich running to the Temple of Thom (the orderly and kind camp god: the protection power of the good medical order) and ask those part-time paladin priests to release a "divine power" (the god can inject a divine power into the caster to increase the attack bonus, power and health) or "resurrection of the dead" (low-level resurrection technique) to "see" him...

I have to be bothered over and over again...

Unless Thom is struck by Tyre's thunder.

...

Fake ended Alex said to himself. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!