Don't confiscate my citizenship

In late January, on the southern coast of the Protos Empire in the northern continent.

Snow is not a common weather phenomenon in this part of the warmer coastline.

Lilomu City has always been a warm, lively city with the sea as its background.

Because this south bank city is located to the west of the more remote southern border, it is extremely far away from the large main port on the south bank of the Protos Empire. The inland behind the city is a large mountain forest, and it is hundreds of miles away from the nearest inland city. Kilometers of road, so mostly just a tourist city.

Although not particularly rich, the scenery is wonderful.

The entire city is distributed on a series of coastal islands and bridges connecting them. Therefore, the artistic bridges have become a very conspicuous landscape in Lilom City, which not only facilitates transportation, but also provides an excellent view of the sea. Place.

However, in this rare and extremely cold winter this year, the storm seemed to have swept from the imperial capital in the north to these border cities.

A light snow fell in the night.

The light on the lighthouse was looming in the thin snow curtain, and the ships parked in the port were covered with a faint layer of white. The seabirds no longer chirped, but hid in the cabins or the warm holes of the lighthouse. The mast formed a psychedelic silhouette in the fine snow with the lights in the distance.

Snowflakes fell gently on the city's stone roads, blending with the existing snow on the ground.

The long road leading from the port to the city hall is covered with snow, and the light becomes soft and hazy through the snow layer of the lampshade.

After dark, there are fewer pedestrians on the road, and those who occasionally appear are wearing thick coats and hats, walking by in a hurry.

Their footsteps left trails of water on the ground, turning the freshly fallen snow into pitch black.

These citizens don't seem to be afraid of the cold.

But the recent harmonious and strange changes in the Protos Empire and the group of silver-robed priests who can walk majestically on the streets.

In this late night when even the moonlight is almost hidden.

Not far from the city hall, in a mansion befitting of family background and power.

Deep red tapestries hang on the walls, and the detailed embroidery depicts scenes of war, trade, harmony and prosperity, showing the history and glory of the Protos Empire.

In the living room, two men sat calmly on chairs made of moonwood and metal, drinking together at the table across the table.

This is like a banquet belonging to villains that has never disappeared in the history of the Northern Continent.

Master of the Resurrection Church, I pay my respects to you on behalf of the lord.

The person wearing the gorgeous clothes specially customized for the fat body was obviously a powerful person in this city-state. He raised the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

Viscount Francis is really ignorant of current affairs and cannot see the current overall situation of the empire.

The nobleman looked distressed, shook his head and sighed, as if he was a noble man who was worried about the world.

As for who he thinks is qualified to govern this city-state, the attitude shown by the resurrected priest in front of him is more important than anything else.

...Actually, I quite admire that lord.

Opposite the nobleman, a silver-armored priest with a blue alien seal hanging around his neck and a believer in evil gods shook his wine glass and murmured.

The holy seal on his chest is a blue precious quality [Proof of Resurrection - Ba Tian].

The members of the Church of Resurrection who possess this level of [Certificate of Resurrection] are all high priests with high-level positions. The purple rare-level seals above are almost all direct soldiers or close associates of the bishop, which are not seen in small border places like them. big shot.

The pink saint is the holy son and saint chosen by the bishop, further away in the horizon. The epic level is [Bishop’s Certificate].

Under normal circumstances.

Members of the Church of Resurrection will try their best to hide their [Certificate of Resurrection] and only show it when they need to prove their identity to their colleagues.

Almost no crazy guy would turn it into a seal and wear it blatantly.

But now.

In the Protos Empire, the Church of Resurrection has been recognized as a legal religion.

The cardinal, who has always been notorious in the northern continent and feared and hated by all races, has now become the archbishop of the Protos Empire who needs to be respected by the people.

This earth-shaking status quo was not forced by the Resurrection Church. The Resurrection Church did not have the ability to force the Protos Empire. This was the empire's active choice.

A few years ago, everyone would have thought that the empire was crazy.

But at this moment it is what it is.

But that lord... Viscount Francis, he has serious tendencies towards the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, and his attitude towards your Church of Resurrection is even more obvious and full of fear, especially... it is impossible for him to believe in the theory of hegemonic Catholicism.

The noble said this, carefully sipping the red wine and studying the expression of the silver-armored priest opposite.

Then it seems...he is indeed guilty.

The silver-armored priest turned his head, looked at the small fountain in the courtyard, and said to himself thoughtfully.

The entire mansion is warm and pleasant from the inside to the outside, with gurgling water and a comfortable atmosphere that is completely different from the city atmosphere. Or perhaps they are the source that determines the quality of the atmosphere.

Indeed, so in order for you to preach more smoothly in this city, and to prevent those with evil intentions from maliciously smearing your image, I think the upper echelons of this city need a change.

The noble snickered with satisfaction, drank the wine in one gulp, and wiped the red liquid from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

...Although our Resurrection Church is currently an orthodox sect recognized by the Protos Empire, we cannot blatantly violate the laws of the empire, otherwise we will still be imprisoned as criminals.

The silver-armored priest seemed to think for a while, and then said slowly.

Taking action against the orthodox nobles of the empire, namely Viscount Francis, the lord of Lilome City. Once he is picked up by the upper echelons of the empire and found out, as a clergyman of the Church of Resurrection with a high status now, he will also face a serious crime and be killed as a warning to others.

Did you know? The lord's daughter has some atavistic demonic characteristics. Even though her parents are undoubtedly humans, people with demonic characteristics like her will still be regarded as half-demon and have no right to inherit the territory. . Once Viscount Francis is gone, I will quickly make her my family member, and I will control this city-state. I guarantee that the follow-up of this matter will fall into disgrace, and she will not have the slightest chance to let people from the imperial capital come. To find out the cause of death of Viscount Francis.”

The noble raised the corners of his mouth, and the fat on his face swayed, probably because he had dirty thoughts.

They were called wives and concubines, but in reality, those dirty things were only worthy of being his playthings and slaves.

You are such a bad guy.

The silver-armored priest smiled and picked up his wine glass.

Even though dealing with such nobles would leave some clues in his hands, he didn't have the guts to tease the priests of their Overlord branch.

After all, they're not that good either.

If the Hegemonic Catholic Church is really angered, this city-state will disappear from the world forever in just a moment. As a living being, this kind of noble is just a worm.

Then what do you think, my lord? Viscount Francis is currently going to sea, and he is expected to return from the main port city in the east in the next few days. I can provide you with his usual itinerary planning route.

The noble once again poured half a glass of wine for the priest and turned to ask.

Before liberation, fornicating with a cult like the Church of Resurrection, which was full of sin, was punishable by death if discovered.

Nowadays, the Church of Resurrection has been brought to the forefront. If you want to entrust them with business in the empire, you don’t even need connections. You can find them in public at any time. Even the temple in Lilomu City belongs to the Church of Resurrection.

However, everyone knows what kind of reserved business the Resurrection Church has.

The Protos Empire is now in a turbulent gray period. If we don't seize the opportunity, once the empire completely completes its transformation and stabilizes, it may never encounter such a good opportunity again.

Then let me help you.

The silver-armored priest folded his hands and leaned on the back of the chair, the armor on his body creaking.

Viscount Francis is indeed an obstacle, and it might as well be removed.

After all, it is reasonable for the weak to be killed by the strong. If Viscount Francis would die with his eyes open like this, he could only blame himself for being too weak.

I will get you a nautical chart recording Viscount Francis's usual route, and I will arrange a boat for you and the priests, so that you can approach them without arousing alarm.

The noble stood up, shaking his belly and giggling.

Imperial policies, the Resurrection Church, and the unrest in the north were none of his business.

The focus is only on what will happen after you gain power.

Wisdom is power, power can rule everything in front of you, and few people can understand how sweet it tastes.

Once power and power collude, even the black can be washed into white. They are justice.

The current empire is ridiculous and beautiful.

It's a carnival of villains.

I'll go with you.

The silver-armored priest also stood up, as if he had finished enjoying the dinner.

Nobles are naturally welcome to invite silver-armored priests to visit their mansions.

They walked up the corridors and stairs and soon arrived at the study room on the third floor of the mansion with a wide night view.

The calendar hanging on the wall had just been turned to the new year not long ago, and it was now the solar calendar year 1798.

On the dark wooden desk were piles of official letters from the imperial capital.

Most of them are related notices from the remnants of the Church of Destiny. Once these wanted criminals are discovered in border cities, they need to immediately notify the main city of the province and then report them to the Imperial Military Department.

What an irony. In just two months, the originally high-sounding Church of the Goddess of Destiny was swept out of the empire.

The noble opened the drawer, glanced at the papers, and shook his head sarcastically.

Many people can't understand all this seemingly crazy stuff, but people like him who understand the changes in current affairs can probably see some flaws.

The Protos Empire needs the power of the Resurrection Church, and then there may be a great reckoning with the countries in the northwest.

Although we don’t know what kind of changes are taking place within the empire, the elimination of the obstructive Church of Destiny must be to pave the way for all this.

But these official letters.

There is a red warning that is very conspicuous.

It had attracted the silver-armored priest's attention almost from now on.

I saw that it was hot-stamped with personal information about Loren, the great priest of the Goddess of Destiny Church in the Southern Continent, and all port cities on the south coast were asked to be extra vigilant about this person.

Although there is turmoil in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny on the Northern Continent, it is possible that the Church of the Goddess of Destiny on the Southern Continent will come to the Northern Continent for support.

But this possibility is slim.

It is unlikely that the great priest Loren will give up protecting his native kingdom and cross the sea to come to the northern continent in person.

Destroying Bishop Ivanos would be enough for him to drink a pot.

As for the Saint of the Church of Destiny, who is in the Kingdom of Esthertelan to the northwest, there is no threat from the south bank of the rear to penetrate into the hinterland of the Protos Empire.

The Empire is so incredibly cautious.

The silver-armored priest picked up the notice and sighed.

Regarding Loren’s official letter, the first article reads——

If you find the holder of [Original Slate-Wind], please report it to the Imperial Military Department as soon as possible.

Below the official letter, there are also images of the slate about the [Original Slate-Wind] and examples of the unique light caused by the [Original Slate-Wind] after the bearer casts wind magic.

Since most powerful people like Loren would use elaborate disguises when traveling far away, under normal circumstances, even if he sneaked in, he would not be discovered at all.

But he has a weakness, that is, once he uses wind magic, which he is best at, the vision inevitably produced by [Original Slate - Wind] will directly hit the soul, cannot be imitated, and is extremely conspicuous.

Therefore, it is better to recognize people than to recognize stone slabs.

If anyone holds the [Primal Slate-Wind], it must be Loren.

Haha, although I heard that the great priest Loren is a noble man and is unlikely to use despicable means, the empire has always been extremely cautious in dealing with strong men. If he really dares to take a gamble and conquer the native country of the southern continent, No matter what, he secretly sneaked into the empire...

The nobleman chimed in.

It's true that the empire doesn't understand Loren very well.

The silver-armored priest put down the red official letter and shook his head.

Even if he were to come, he would support the Kingdom of Estherland openly and openly. He would not be able to lurk deep inside the empire to cause damage, nor would he have the guts to go to the imperial capital to cause trouble.

Unless he goes crazy and releases all the big demons who have been imprisoned for hundreds of years in the imperial capital prison, it is indeed possible that the Protos Empire will be thrown into chaos.

The nobles followed the words of the silver-armored priest in a joking and flattering manner, and they had a very good conversation about this topic.

Hearing this, the silver-armored priest actually frowned and thought about it seriously.

I have to say that this nobleman is quite a villain.

It's a pity that the leaderless eighth-level demons have no cohesion at all, and essentially the threat is not as great as imagined.

The silver-armored priest soon burst into laughter.

The noble's joke just now finally made him laugh.

Dare you go to that prison? Throw yourself into the trap!

The nobleman also said with a vicious smile.

The Church of the Goddess of Destiny is now defined as a cult in the Protos Empire.

As long as a cult leader like Loren dares to come here, he will not be able to escape the empire's judgment and will definitely be sent to that prison!