Lord of Glory

On the other side, the original Paladin had just arrived in a huge tent. What appeared before his eyes were hundreds of priests of various heights, short, fat, and thin shapes. In front of every seven or eight priests, there is a priest in slightly more ornate clothes standing in front of them. I think these people are the responsible persons assigned by each diocese. At a glance, the seven or eight priests who hated him were standing aside with expressions of excitement and extreme patience.

Paladin patted Tony's fearful and trembling shoulder, stepped forward and crossed the crowd to stand in the first row. Ignoring the disgusted looks cast by the priests behind him, he looked straight at an old priest standing in front of the team. As soon as he saw this old priest, Paladin's pupils immediately shrank rapidly! The old man's white beard on his chin was so thick that it could be braided, and his wrinkled face and the corners of his eyes made him look as if he might die suddenly at any moment.

But these are not things that Paladin cares about. What he cares about is the purple skullcap on the old man's head and the gorgeous purple robe with a gold cross embroidered on it. There was a purple embroidered scarf around her neck. The hand with an agate ring tightly grasped a long scepter. It seemed as if the old man had to put all his weight on this scepter to prevent him from falling.

Purple priest robes can only be worn by bishops, but the purple scarf around his neck shows that this old man is not a bishop, but an archbishop! He is Archbishop Salil, the Archbishop of Toronto, who summoned all the priests who accompanied the army! No wonder the idiots behind him were so excited. Paladin calmed down and stood calmly.

At this moment, Salil, who looked like he was about to die, suddenly moved, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, revealing the wise eyes shining inside. I saw him lightly scanning the hundreds of priests in front of him. When his eyes glanced at Paladin, he paused for a moment and then moved away. Then there was silence, a breathless silence. Just when several priests were twisting their stiff necks in discomfort, Salil finally opened his mouth and spoke. His voice was different from the aging figure. It revealed a spirit of vitality: "Among you there are devout priests, and there are also villains who work together to make money in the name of God. But I don't pay attention to these. It's great. Enos sent you to me."

After saying that, the old man coughed slightly, but no one dared to move. Everyone could feel that the dying archbishop was feeling an inexplicable sense of shock at this moment. After a while, the noise of the soldiers outside the tent became louder and louder, and Salil just slightly hit the ground with the scepter in his hand. The noisy noise disappeared immediately!

"Magic!" The word suddenly appeared in everyone's mind. They all looked at the archbishop in shock. It's just magic, they are a priest and a spell caster. But with such a simple random movement, he can cast silent magic! It really shocked the priests with reverence. Some priests who thought they had high attainments in sacred magic immediately lowered their heads subconsciously to express their respect.

"You have come to become military chaplains. This is what it means on the surface. In fact, you are now doctors. Doctors of the soul and body." The old man Salil raised his trembling finger and pointed at his chest, scanning everyone's faces again. Then he said: "The Grand Duke has issued an order and the war is about to begin. This means that the war period will take who knows how long. There will be many injuries in the process, and your duty is to try your best to save them from being killed by the God of War. The life Marcus took.”

Having said this, Saril paused slightly, walked to the seat behind him and sat down. Playing with the gem on the scepter in his hand, he moved his trembling lips and continued: "The fortress has stocked up on medicines and bandages. And the healing skills that you are so proud of are used on the nobles as much as possible. Do you understand?" "Understood." Most of the priests, including Paladin, answered immediately, but there were still a few who clutched their fists and remained silent, as if they were suppressing their anger. Salil saw this and said feebly: "If you have any dissatisfaction, please raise it. I am not the Grand Duke. What are you afraid of?"

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I respect you. But why can't healing be used on ordinary injured soldiers! They are also human beings. It is recorded in the Bible that the true god Enos warned us that all living beings are equal. But you..." "The true god Enos He said that all living beings are equal. But the first man he created also dominated all animals." Salil said slowly, but the angry young man in front of him was very convincing: "Do you compare animals with humans? We They are human beings, and soldiers are human beings. Do you mean that soldiers are just animals, and nobles are human beings?"

"Then what do you want? Do you want soldiers to lead soldiers to fight?" Paladin suddenly stood up at this time, looked at the priest with disdain and lectured him rudely: "This is war, not the poor and poor people in the parish. Civilians without the ability to resist.”

The priest turned his head and glared at Paladin. Not only was he unmoved when he saw the robe on his body that marked the rank of auxiliary bishop, but he became even more angry: "As an auxiliary bishop, you actually said these words! Yes, this is a war. It belongs to the domain of Marcus, the god of war! It is sinful and contrary to divine grace! You mean, let us just watch this heretic god, as if there is no one around, in front of the true god Ino Do you want to rob the souls of the believers who died in the battle in the tolerance of thought! If you say yes, you are a true heretic with heinous crimes! A rack will be erected for you in front of the fortress gate."

The priests around looked at this priest who stood at the highest point of morality and religion and looked like he was giving guidance. Secretly breaking into a cold sweat. Fortunately, I didn't stand up for the Archbishop's favor like this idiot bishop. Otherwise, if I couldn't step down like this, I might end up on the stake, which would be a shame. However, Paladin had a calm face. He glanced at the priests who were either regretting or ridiculing. Seeing that Archbishop Saril still had no expression on his face, he immediately waved the scepter in his hand very calmly and said, "Of course not!"

After speaking, he knocked the scepter hard on the ground, and his face immediately showed the piety and justice of a saint, and continued: "This priest is right. The battlefield belongs to the domain of the heretic god Marcus. But we are not those orcs and barbarians in the north. We are all believers of the great true god Enos. When the injured soldiers who are facing death rest in peace under our efforts and prayers, they can escape from the clutches of Marcus. , truly return to the embrace of Enos! This is the duty of our priests, and it is also their best destination!"

Having said this, Paladin paused for a moment. Immediately, I saw the priests nodding their heads as if understanding. And the tit-for-tat priest also looked dazed. As for Saril, who was silent, there was a slight smile on his face at the moment, looking at him with admiration.

In this way, seeing the results, Paladin immediately continued: "The true god Enos said in the Bible, 'Those who believe in me can go to heaven after death and enjoy supreme glory and peace.' They are all believers, even if they fight Even if you die, you will return to the arms of Enos! You are so rebellious in favor of the heretic god Marcus. Are you questioning the piety of those noble knights who risk their lives for faith and honor, the piety of the Grand Duke and all the nobles of the principality. Or are you questioning the piety of the noble knights who risk their lives for faith and honor? The legal and sacred status of the Kasiri Bible! You are the one who should be burned at the stake!"