Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 882 864. Archbishop’s 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 his head represents his religious identity and status.

He is an archbishop of the same rank as Klimt.

"Hello to you, Archbishop Macdonald."

Klimt greeted politely but distantly.

The archbishop named Macdonald, to put it harshly, is like a fat pig drowned in 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 entire head is like a small hemisphere pressed on a ball of flesh.

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

And not only his body shape, but his skin color also resembled that of drowned pork, a bloodless pale color.

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

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

So it was just a business-like thing to come forward and bow to each other, and then get down to business.

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

Klimt said this, while reaching back and introducing Macdonald to the goddess sitting on the chariot frame.

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

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

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 to look at the goddess.

Then he rubbed his hands with a smile and said.

"Ah, of course, of course"

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

Macdonald's smiling voice gradually became deeper at the end.

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

Speaking of which, the atmosphere has begun to feel a bit wrong.

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

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

"There are no more rooms, Klimt."

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

Coldness, mockery, and so on, are the meaning of this smile.

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

The teachers wore robes slightly simpler than those of the archbishops and no tiaras.

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

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

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

"We have no room in our church for a 'noble' goddess, my brother."

Macdonald refers to Klimt as "brother", which is no problem in religious relations. The church members are brothers.

But his last sentence qualified this.

"If you still consider yourself a White Archbishop."

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

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

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

"We, the White Cult, worship the god of class and law, [Wuxin King], the uncle of King Gwen, and Lloyd as our main god!"

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

"But this is just a small disagreement within us. Don't worry about it. Just let the teaching scholars debate the scriptures. There will always be an explanation."

"But what about you, Archbishop Klimt?"

Macdonald pressed forward step by step, smiling maliciously.

"You said you were going to greet the goddess, but you ended up bringing a goddess that has not been described in any holy book or any miracle! And you dare to claim that she has 'noble blood'?"

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

MacDonald shouted.

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 accelerant had been added.

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

The other people in the convoy were a little stunned and nervous, and the timid ones even wanted to pull out their swords from their waists tremblingly.

In this case, composure is courage.

So 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.

And 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 shocked and angry after experiencing internal liquidation.

There is surprise, but this kind of surprise is closer to 'I didn't 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.

"What's the purpose? I don't know anything."

Macdonald's smile didn't change.

"Yes, you'd 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. His fingers, as fat as carrots, spread out 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 still remember who promoted you to archbishop? How about recalling it?"

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

This seemed to poke a sore spot in MacDonald's face. His smile became a little more ferocious, and he leaned closer and whispered.

"The great King Oceroes promoted a magician to be the Archbishop of the Priesthood. He likes to use this method to insult us the most, doesn't he?"

"Then let me remind you again that the knights in the Netherworld Church still have His Majesty's personal coat of arms - the giant bird pattern looking up to the sky - printed on their tower shields and armors."

"You don't have to worry about this, Archbishop Klimt."

The two people spoke 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."

As Klimt spoke, he pointed at the goddess and himself.

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

Klimt's eyes were deep, this was the final concession.

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

That's what MacDonald seemed to be waiting for.

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 Netherworld 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 just by turning around.

He waved his hand kindly, and the group of priests who were standing behind him consciously extinguished the flames, then 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 seems empty when you first enter, but in fact the internal structures are hidden behind the walls of the hall, including rooms, corridors, terraces, etc.

And the internal structure of the church is very complex.

And when the people sent by MacDonald arrived, Klimt's face suddenly became even more ugly.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem here?"

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

Now I saw Klimt and Leonard, their expressions were all wrong, so they stepped forward and asked.

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

The complex architectural structure of Yousu 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.

Over the head where the argument just occurred.

It's 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 traces.

It was like letting acid flow through.

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

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

He turned his head again and looked at Rosalia who seemed not to care about anything on the carriage, but he still had to give orders.

"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 that's not enough. This is the only thing we can do."

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

Lan En watched Klimt start to rush around anxiously.