Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 882: 864 Archbishop's Dispute (3000)

Chapter 882 864. The Archbishops Dispute (3000)

Because the appearance of the person in front of me is really abnormal.

He was wearing a high-end silk robe similar to Klimt's, and the candlelight could even reflect on the robe.

There is a ribbon hanging down in front of the robe, and the high hat on the head represents his religious identity and status.

is an archbishop of the same rank as Klimt.

Hello to you, Archbishop Macdonald.

Klimt greeted him politely but distantly.

The archbishop named "Macdonald", to put it harshly, is like a fat pig drowned in the water.

His height is about the same as that of an ordinary person, but his obesity is as if water has been injected into the fat.

There is no neck at all, and the whole head is like a small hemisphere pressed on a ball of flesh.

If you lay down on the ground with a figure like this, you probably wouldn't be able to press your palms to the ground because the fat on your back is already too thick.

We Bai sect worships the **** of class and law, [Wuxin King], the uncle of King Gwen, and Lloyd as our main god!

These teachers wore robes that were simpler than those of the archbishop, and did not have tiaras.

In the large and empty church, the only sounds left were the sound of busy clergymen stepping on the marble floor with their cloth shoes, and the "dong-dong" sound of the giant's movements.

Ah, of course, of course

There is no room, Klimt.

As for Archbishop Macdonald, on his fat cheeks that looked like his hair had been soaked after being drowned, his eyes that had been narrowed into two slits by the fat tried to open wide and look at the goddess.

Not only his figure, but his skin color also resembled that of drowned pork, a bloodless pale color.

The only truly noble bloodline in this world is the divine bloodline of King Gwen! You are transgressing!

McDonald's fat face was still smiling, but what everyone felt from this smile was that it lacked the kindness that a smile should have.

McDonald's plump body raised his arms high and spoke righteously.

We are the Archbishop of the White Religion, and the Church of the Deep is the funeral cathedral built with the support of the Lothric royal family, the White Religion Church!

You said you were going to greet the goddess, but you ended up bringing a goddess that has not been described in any sacred scripture or any miracle! How dare you claim that she has noble blood?

So when he opened his arms and showed his hospitality to everyone, everyone's expressions were also very subtle. Anyway, they were not happy.

The believers carrying the goddess' chariot were at a loss and stopped following them, along with a group of people behind them, including Lan En, and quietly watched the conversation between the two archbishops.

The various priests who were busy running around in the church now walked silently behind MacDonald.

Klimt said this, and at the same time reached back and introduced Macdonald to the goddess who was sitting on the chariot frame.

However, they all held metal candlesticks in their hands. There seemed to be nothing combustible on the candlestick, but a wisp of candlelight was quietly burning on the sharp top.

It is as if the light of the candle itself is just a foil for the shadow, just to make the shadow deeper and thicker.

Cold, mocking, and so on, this is the meaning of this smile.

But what about you, Archbishop Klimt?

But his last sentence qualifies this.

Then he rubbed his hands with a smile and said.

Klimt's gloomy eyes suddenly raised and looked at Macdonald, who was always smiling.

But when these candlelights that are supposed to warm people's hearts gather together and stand quietly behind MacDonald, they can only make people feel the shadow caused by the firelight.

"Of course we should welcome the goddess with a grand ceremony. As you said, I have prepared the finest red carpets, as red as flames. There are enough red carpets to fill a whole room. But..."

So its just a matter of business, we just come forward and bow to each other, and then talk about business.

McDonald refers to Klimt as "brother". There is no problem in religious relations. The believers are brothers.

McDonald said loudly.

With that said, Klimt waved his hand and led the entire team into the church.

There is no room in our church for a noble goddess, my brother.

Klimt turned his head in confusion and pursed his mouth under the gray beard: "'But'? What do you mean?"

McDonald's smiling voice gradually became deeper as he spoke at the end.

Klimt obviously had little friendship with this colleague, even though they belonged to the same high-level sect.

McDonald pressed forward step by step, smiling maliciously.

If you still consider yourself a White Archbishop.

"How is the room in the church prepared? We can't let the gods wait here. She has suffered too much and it is time to rest."

"Of course, Karim's church members now have some complaints about this. They claim that Loyd is not the main god, but a branch. The Lothric royal family is the **** that the White Religion should worship."

But this is just a small disagreement within us, so dont worry about it. Just let the religious scholars debate the scriptures. There will always be an explanation.

Speaking of this, the atmosphere has begun to feel a little wrong.

"I have welcomed the goddess, and her noble bloodline and identity are absolutely true."

That tone made Lan En couldn't help but touch the handle of the knife at his waist.

Judging from the content of these words, it is not impossible to rectify and clean up Archbishop Klimt even if there is a fight on the spot.

And behind Macdonald, the wisps of candlelight at the tips of the candlesticks held by the priests suddenly swelled as if accelerants had been added.

The flame became a fireball under control, staying at the tip of the candlestick, ready to go.

Others in the convoy were a little stunned and nervous, and the timid ones even trembled and wanted to pull out their swords from their waists.In this case, calmness is courage.

Hence, Lan En did not draw his sword, Rosalia on the chariot frame still did not move, and Leonard just stood quietly next to the chariot frame.

Klimt's expression was the reason why Lan En felt that it was nothing serious.

The archbishop's expression did not look like he was frightened and angry after encountering an internal reckoning.

There is surprise, but this kind of surprise is closer to I didnt expect you would dare to do this.

You know who this is, Macdonald. We all received the order together.

Klimt calmed down his expression and looked deeply at the colleagues and church members in front of him.

Whats the purpose? I dont know anything.

McDonald's smile didn't change at all.

Yeah, youd better not know anything. Where is Archbishop Louis? Does he agree with what you are doing?

At this point, MacDonald was too lazy to pretend. He spread his fat fingers like carrots into palms and passed through the large group of priests behind him.

At least two of the three archbishops must want to do something to have this battle, right?

Klimt said nothing and nodded slowly and heavily.

I understand. But I have to remind you, Macdonald. Do you remember who promoted you to Archbishop? How about recalling it?

No need to recall, of course I remember, of course

This move seemed to have touched Macdonalds sore spot. There was a bit more ferocity in his smile, and he leaned closer and whispered.

The great King Osroais promoted a magician to the rank of Archbishop of the Holy Orders. He likes to use this method to insult us the most, doesnt he?

Then let me remind you again that the knights in the Netherworld Church still have His Majestys personal coat of armsthe giant bird looking up to the skyprinted on their tower shields and armors.

You dont have to worry about that, Archbishop Klimt.

The two people were talking tit-for-tat. Finally, the grey-bearded archbishop looked back at the goddess on the chariot frame, then took a step back and looked away.

"Then I understand what you mean. I won't get involved in your and Lewis's affairs."

Klimt pointed at the goddess and himself as he spoke.

"But at the same time, you know how chaotic the world is now. The goddess has no place to go but here, so you have to give me a room."

Klimts eyes were deep, this was the final concession.

He had no idea what Macdonald and Lewis were planning. But the bottom line is that the goddess must be settled first.

McDonald seemed to be waiting for this sentence.

His fat face was silent at first, and then revealed a smile that widened in arc.

"That's good! That's enough! My brother! Come on, I have prepared the room a long time ago. Although this goddess does not appear in any holy scriptures, you can tell just by looking at her posture that she must be So noble!

The Deep Church is so big, of course it can accommodate such a noble goddess.

Many people, including Lan En, were almost amazed at Archbishop Macdonald's ability to change his face when he turned around.

He waved his hand kindly, and the group of priests who were standing behind him consciously extinguished the flames, dispersed, and went about their business again.

Although Klimt was very angry, he was more concerned about the placement of the goddess than anyone else.

He suppressed his anger and led everyone towards the room arranged by Macdonald.

The Deep Church appears empty when you first enter, but in fact the internal structures are hidden behind the surrounding walls of the hall, including rooms, corridors, terraces, etc.

And the internal structure of the church is still very complex.

When the people sent by Macdonald arrived, Klimt's face suddenly became even more ugly.

Whats wrong, is there a problem here?

Because of his convenient legs and feet, Lan En walked in front of a group of maggot believers, just behind the goddess's chariot.

Now I saw Klimt and Leonard, their expressions were not right, so I stepped forward and asked.

This is an internal platform located on the second floor of the church.

The complex architectural structure of Youshu Church has small floors between each large floor. It took me a long time to reach this platform, but it is actually high up inside the church hall.

The top of the head where the argument just occurred.

Its just that this platform seems to have held a lot of corrosive fluids, and the entire surface, which is made of hard stones, has been corroded with large tracts of traces.

As if letting strong acid flow through.

This is the room where [Saint of the Deep] Eldridge was once imprisoned.

Klimt gritted his teeth and started writing, but after all, people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

He turned his head again and looked at Rosalia who seemed to be unconcerned about anything on the carriage, but he still had to give instructions.

It can only be here.

At least there is something good about this place. The cell door where Eldridge was originally imprisoned is still there. It can be regarded as a line of defense.

Use red cloth, spread all the red cloth, cover those marks, cover the whole house!

No, but thats not enough. Thats all we can do.

It seems that those traces of corrosion are something very profane or very dangerous.

Lann watched as Klimt began to rush around anxiously.