Silent Crown Chapter 476: New Year’s sermon
In the afternoon, the snow stopped, and a faint light fell in the gap between the clouds.
The cold wind is sheltered by high walls, and it doesn't seem cold in the park. Evergreen trees drilled out in the falling snow, showing their own colors tenaciously.
Unfortunately, no one watched it.
Tomorrow will be winter evening, and now there is no one on the street. Only Charles and Abraham wandered in the park of the University of London.
Abraham walked ahead, and Charles followed him. It's like going shopping when I was young. When the teacher takes one step, Shire takes one step, and when the teacher stops, Shire also stops.
Today, Charles had a rare holiday, so he specially helped Abraham apply for a travel permit and went out with him to stroll around the holy city.
"When I was young, the teacher often told me that as long as I was obedient, I would take me to the Holy City to play when I grew up." Charles said, "I thought the teacher, you lied to me. I didn't expect it to be true. One day I can come to the holy city with my teacher."
"Huh? Did you find it?"
Abraham was taken aback and scratched his head in embarrassment: "At that time... I was really lying to you. After all, I was poor and didn't have much money, and the school didn't allow me to travel far. In fact, what I thought was: It's really impossible. If you do, I’ll borrow some money and take you to Avalon’s holy city amusement park, so that it’s not a lie to you."
Charles couldn't help laughing: "Actually, I think the Holy City Amusement Park is more fun than the Holy City. Will the teacher like the Holy City?"
"I actually can't tell."
Abraham shook his head. "I have always been dull, not as sharp as everyone. I always feel that all cities are the same, and everyone’s faces are actually the same, and things come and go in every place. Several.
Everyone's worries are also eating and sleeping.
Cities are the same, but different is the wilderness, and the wilderness is different. For the wild beasts, the wilderness of Anglo and the wilderness of the Holy City are not the same... The wilderness of Avalon has the sea, and the wilderness of the Holy City has rivers and mountains, but they are all beautiful. "
Shire was silent, but Abraham laughed.
"Having been in the wilderness for a long time, I can’t wash away the habits of wild beasts. After so many years of learning the rules, I haven’t learned them well. I told Ye Ye before that the interpretation method is to understand some things, but now I think , Some things I don’t seem to understand for a lifetime. But it’s not a big deal.
This is great, Charles, there is no need to feel sorry for me. "
Charle nodded.
"Does the teacher have anything unaccustomed to in the holy city?"
"Are they all the same everywhere? Don't worry about me." Abraham walked ahead and looked back at Shire: "But you, Shire, are you really not going to go back to Anglo?"
"Well, I think the holy city is pretty good."
Charle nodded: "Mr. Constantine wants me to be his secretary, so that I can have a job here and be able to support myself. Maybe I can become a teacher and be a priest in the future. Teacher. You don’t have to worry about me getting drunk on the street."
Abraham opened his mouth to speak, and finally, resignedly shook his head and sighed.
"Before, what I thought was that you could be a scholar, so that at least you would not die. But you did better than I thought, and the teacher can't help you anymore."
"Don't worry, teacher."
Charles hooked Abraham's shoulders, not big or small, as close as ever: "I will definitely go back to see you when I have time. When I fight in the Holy City for a few years, I will definitely help you get *** *.
In this way, you will no longer be a sinner, go wherever you want, and you won't have to lie to your students because of the Holy City. "
Abraham laughed and did not speak any more.
The two walked silently on the snow.
After a long time, Abraham asked in a low voice: "Do you still have nightmares now?"
"No way."
Charle smiled and shook his head, the faint pain in his forehead seemed to be gone.
With those nightmares.
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At the end of the year, the Feast of Winter Veil.
This is the biggest festival of the year. Since the early morning, the holy city has been plunged into a hustle and bustle. Lively parades and circuses unfolded everywhere in the city.
The bards from Burgundy, the circus with various exotic animal exhibitions, the clowns with oil paintings and the fire dancers with strong muscles on their upper bodies...
People from all over the world gather in this city, and the flowers are constantly rising into the sky, setting off a shining light.
The whole city is immersed in the carnival.
Today, all the hospitals and chanters under the command of the Order took to the streets to diagnose and treat diseases for the believers for free, and share the grace of God with more people.
The central square of the holy city has been impenetrable since the morning.
The dense crowd gathered here, restraining the urge to cheer and noise, and waited quietly. Whether it is a high-ranking official or a commoner beggar, they are all in the same place at this moment, even if they are far away from each other, but before the gods, they respectfully await the arrival of the gospel.
Until noon, the sacred light fell from the sky, and on the high platform on the side of the square, a figure in a holy white robe climbed up the steps.
The uncontrollable cheers and noise sounded, and the crowd seemed to boil, rushing forward, wanting to witness the divine face.
On the high platform, the figure raised his hand slightly to signal the silence of the crowd.
In a flash, the noise disappeared. The crowd was no longer crowded, and respectfully obeyed the silent command of the figure, waiting quietly.
As the members of the Cardinal Council arrived, under the guard of many statues of saints, the man in white and crowned on the platform raised his scepter.
Therefore, the shadow of his figure appeared in the sky, like a giant, looking down, faintly visible.
——The King of Red!
This is the only substitute for God in this world, the holy seat that controls the human soul and destination, the master and guardian of the sacred city, the Pope!
As he waved his hand, the divine light fell from the sky.
The light is like the dawn of dawn, full of freshness and vitality. In the misty melody, the light of heaven falls on everyone’s head, moisturizing things silently to drive away the stubborn illness and pain on them, for suffering. The masses bring the gospel.
Once a year, before the Pope’s sermon, the Red King will personally perform the "Dawn Symphony" to remove disease and bless the believers who come to receive the gospel.
"Grace! Grace!"
In the crowd, countless believers and monks burst into tears with excitement, praying on the ground, and the noisy voices gathered together to form a pious and neat hymn.
Under the leadership of the choir, countless people sang religiously, bathing in the light of dawn, resounding throughout the city of steel.
In the forefront of the crowd, Ye Qingxuan was carrying Bai Xi, panting in agony.
Although Bai Xi is not heavy, after carrying it for half an hour, there is indeed a kind of breathless pain. Although his physique is no longer what he used to be, he is still not good at this kind of strenuous work, especially in this kind of crowds.
"Bai Xi, if you pull my hair again, I will be angry!" Ye Qingxuan squeezed her calf angrily, but Bai Xi indifferently grabbed his hair: "Cousin, taller! Me! I see the Pope! The Pope’s sermon is about to begin!"
"Where is Shire that bastard?"
Ye Qingxuan asked loudly, shaking Bai Xi uncomfortably: "Didn't he come with us? Where did he go?"
"He has already left!" Bai Xi smiled excitedly. No matter how Ye Qingxuan swayed, he grabbed his hair and didn't let go: "He said he hasn't seen the stele of fate! Go and touch it. Touch..."
"Take a fart! If you don't watch it early or late, I have to watch it now!"
Ye Qingxuan gritted his teeth and sighed: "Sure enough, I can't believe what he said. I can help after I say it, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye!"
"Shhh, be quiet."
Before I finished speaking, the believers around all looked over, with harsh eyes: "The Holy See's sermon is about to begin!"
For a moment, everything was silent in the square, and there was only one voice left.
"Believers of God."
On the high platform, the white king of the scarlet said in a solemn voice: "This place, where we are, 640 years ago, is the place where miracles appeared according to the will of the gods!
It is here, the sky borders the earth, and the sky descends to the earth. For this reason, a light that shines for all generations is emitted from here; for this, joy is ignited there; for this, singing is produced there.
This is the birth of this sacred city! "
The sermon finally began.
But in the midst of solemnity, in the crowd, an unremarkable believer squeezed to Ye Qingxuan's side and gave him a note without a trace.
Ye Qingxuan frowned and unfolded the note. Only one line was written on it: Come to me.
The signature is a strange wolf head badge.
Wolf flute?
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, looked around, and soon, he sensed the etheric fluctuations of the wolf flute, and it was just under the high platform. Ye Qingxuan looked away and saw the wolf flute in the heavily guarded noble district under the high platform.
Not only the wolf flute, but also many familiar faces.
In the specially divided area ~IndoMTL.com~, there are many people with faces in the holy city, and the envoys of various countries and the high-level cults are there. Ye Qingxuan even saw Yunlou Qingshu standing in the corner, chatting happily with a certain cardinal.
When Ye Qingxuan was looking over, the wolf flute beckoned slightly.
Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, put Bai Xi down, and after asking Laura to look after him in the dark, he slipped through the crowd.
After showing the certificate of the silent organ to the guard, he was greeted inside and saw the wolf flute.
Wolf flute also looked sulky: "You guy, we are so busy to vomit blood, but you take a pretty girl to go shopping easily and happily."
"Where did you see me relaxing and happy?"
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his sore shoulder: "Is something wrong with me?"
"It's not me."
Wolf flute shook his head and let go of his body: "Someone wants to see you." (To be continued.)