Trier, Honest Market District.
Leon, who looked like a scholar, stood at the front of the living room, and said to the members of the order with a solemn and solemn expression.
He had moved out of the Golden Rooster Lodge as the Order grew in size.
Although the official forces in the Honest Man Market Area didn't seem to care much about his private spread of the belief in the gods, Leon felt that he should still be cautious and not make a big move.
If some devout and fanatical believers in the "Eternal Sun" or "God of Steam and Machinery" in the market area discover the disease and go to the church every day to report and protest, even if they don't want to take care of it, the two major churches have to take care of it!
Moreover, as the number of believers belonging to himself increased, Leon did need a temporary residence to serve as an underground church.
After completing the sermon, Leon raised his hands and made a pushing motion, his voice suddenly became high:
"Praise you, the family of the Yellow and Black King, the priest of the end and war, the all-faced one who conquers all, the true God of Disease!
"Praise you, the ancient one who transcends the ages, the one who keeps the youth, the messenger of disease and plague, the lady who spreads pain and despair, the protector of human adventure, the companion of the great god of disease!"
The believers gathered in the living room followed suit and completed the final praise of the ceremony.
Leon listened to the echo of their voices and suddenly felt a little dazed.
He actually didn't quite understand why the honorific names of the two gods were changed again and again, especially the great "God of Plague", the honorific name had been changed several times, almost the same as the description in the initial stage, and he also took back the title of "God of Disease", and the "God of Disease" became his partner and queen.
Leon once asked the Pope about this matter, and His answer was that it symbolized the elevation of the person and authority of the "God of Plague".
When the praise was over, Leon motioned for the priest to assist him in distributing the sacrament.
Communion consists of a drink plus one serving of food:
Choose one of vermouth, red wine and cooled plain water, mashed potatoes and meatloaf.
Seeing the believers enjoying the sacrament with satisfied faces and heartfelt feelings, Leon sincerely felt that his efforts in the past year were not in vain and he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
In the afternoon, he left his apartment and went to St. Robles Church on Market Avenue.
This is not because he secretly believes in the "eternal sun", but because he feels that the disease is developing rapidly, and many things will become more and more formal, and he and other bishops must think about some details in advance, and always be ready to offer advice to the Pope, and improve all aspects of daily services, large-scale masses, and church canons.
In this matter, the Orthodox Church is a very good reference object.
The market avenue was as lively as usual, and outsiders from the steam train station rushed into the sea of Trier like a river, some of them chose to take carriages, some carried suitcases, and walked on their legs, some were not cautious enough, their wallets were stolen, and they were so anxious that they chased after them while shouting, and the patrolling policemen were not enthusiastic enough to help.
Leon entered the church of St. Robles and saw a rather strange bishop standing in front of the altar.
He walked over and asked suspiciously:
"Is Bishop Christopher not here today?"
The strange young bishop laughed with a complicated expression:
"Bishop Christopher has been transferred elsewhere, and I will take over his job.
"You can call me Evelin."
Another new bishop...... Leon couldn't help but frown.
In his hometown, except for the priests and bishops who rose rapidly in status, everyone else would stay in one place for several years, and some even presided over a village church for more than ten years, twenty or thirty years, and St. Robles Church had changed five bishops in the past year.
Now this one is the sixth!
It wasn't like that in the first half of last year......
The bishop I had been here for more than half a year when I first arrived in Trier......
Leon instantly recalled the many changes in the "Eternal Sun" church in the past year:
The "Eternal Sun", whose honorific name has never changed, actually sent down an oracle like his own "Plague God", greatly modifying the original honorific name, and even the status of the Sun Emblem has changed as a result, and it is no longer placed on the altar, but is reduced to one of the sacred symbols!
Leon turned his gaze to the altar and saw a huge cross erected there.
He exchanged a few words with Bishop Evelyn, sat down on the first row of chairs, and pretended to pray.
Not long after, as a "wizard", he suddenly had a little spiritual premonition, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked sideways.
He saw Lugano, who had become his direct superior again.
This sick archbishop of Trier and the "druid" of sequence 5 actually appeared in the church of St. Robles of the "Eternal Sun" church!
Lugano, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, found that Leon was also behind him, and did not show a look of panic and fear, he took off the half-height silk top hat on his head, sat down next to his subordinates, looked at the huge cross on the altar, and asked in a low voice:
"What are you doing in the 'Eternal Sun' Church?"
"Your Excellency, I want to learn how to preach better." Leon explained humbly.
He did not inquire about Lugano's purpose in going to the church of San Robles.
Lugano laughed to himself:
"Me too."
Speaking of this, he sighed and added:
"At the same time, I also came to feel the sunshine."
"Feel the sun?" Leon asked puzzled.
Lugano looked at the huge cross on the altar and said:
"I always feel that the sun outside is not hot enough, not warm enough, and it is difficult to dispel the cold and fear in my heart.
"Uneasy?" Leon also felt uneasy.
What he was disturbed was that His Excellency the Archbishop's words were a bit blasphemous and not pious enough:
What cold and fear cannot be solved or eliminated by the great "sick god" and the great "sick queen"? Why not pray to them, not ask the Pope for help, but come to the Church of San Robles of the "Eternal Sun" Church to feel the sunshine?
Will I be silenced if I hear the archbishop's blasphemous words? Leon was worried, Lugano retracted his gaze, observed Bishop Evelin who had walked to the long tables on the side of the church, and said in a low voice:
"I've had nightmares for a long time, don't you have them?"
"No." Leon was very sure.
"Then do you often feel uneasy?" Lugano asked further.
Leon shook his head first, and then replied uncertainly:
"I am a 'wizard', I am very spiritual, and I have a premonition that I will be uneasy when I encounter problems, but the subsequent troubles are avoided and solved, and the corresponding uneasiness disappears."
Lugano sighed again:
"I had nightmares for a long, long time, and I was scared awake every time."
"You haven't asked His Majesty the Pope about the root of the problem?" Leon asked tentatively.
Lugano smiled and said:
"I have prayed to the great 'God of Disease' and the great 'Queen of the God of Disease', and the answer I received was:
"'Don't care, but don't come close.' 」
Don't worry, I understand, what does it mean not to approach? Going deep into nightmares will lead to self-sinking and being dragged into the abyss? Leon instinctively analyzed these two sentences.
Suddenly, he remembered one more thing:
A circle of occult studies he joined recently went awry, as if brought about by the extraordinary of the "cultivator" path.
In another occult circle related to him, the host and many members warned everyone to be careful of the extraordinary people of the two paths of "cultivator" and "pharmacist".
His Excellency the Archbishop is the sequence 5 "Druid" of the "Cultivator" path...... Is his frequent nightmares related to the abnormalities of these two pathways? Leon didn't dare to say what was in his heart.
Lugano continued:
"His Holiness also told me that when he is in the worst condition, he can sit in the church of the 'Eternal Sun' for a while."
"That's right......" Leon understood.
But deep down he still plans to use that mirror to report this matter to His Majesty the Pope, and he can't just say what His Excellency the Archbishop says, right?
Lugano sat in the church of San Robles until the evening before leaving, busy dealing with the affairs of the Diocese of Trier.
After late at night, he finally returned to the apartment he rented, drank a glass of milk, moved his body, and completed his bedtime prayer.
After washing up, Lugano lay down on the bed and turned off the gas wall lamp.
He looked at the ceiling immersed in darkness and the crimson moonlight seeping through the curtains, at the distorted patterns formed by the interweaving of light and shadow, and was unwilling to close his eyes for a long time.
He is afraid to sleep, afraid to dream.
He tried to change his routine, work at night, and rest during the day, but that nightmare still came.
I don't know how long it took, but Lugano finally fell asleep.
In a daze, he suddenly had a thrill, and his whole body seemed to wake up.
He saw the familiar gray and white mist, and saw the stone slabs leaching water.
Here we go again...... Lugano was not surprised by this.
That nightmare came as promised.
He staggered to the edge of the gray and white mist, but he didn't dare to go out, so he could only stay here, looking outside, looking into the depths of the dream.
He vaguely saw a familiar street.
That's where he lives now.
But the streets and houses in the dream have completely collapsed, and none of them have survived, and there is a similar scene in the distance, with no end in sight.
Under the crimson moonlight, the ruins were messy, dilapidated, cold, and dead, showing a kind of strange beauty that had been abandoned for a long time but was full of special spirituality.
The green plants have climbed all the destroyed buildings, some are densely packed, as if covering the dead houses with shrouds, and some have borne fruit and are fresh and fresh.
Lugano looked at such a scene, with fear from the bottom of his heart, and his whole body was cold, as if he saw the future of Trier and the end of himself and others.
This is the nightmare he has every night:
A dead silence in Trier, where all humans are buried and all buildings have collapsed.
A trier who always has only crimson moonlight.
(End of this chapter)