In the study of the Emperor of Qinggele Empire in another world, the Minister of Ceremonies Sendek hurriedly rushed to the palace from the Minister of Ceremonies' Mansion more than an hour after being summoned by His Majesty the Emperor.
This is a thin older man. If he wasn't wearing a hat, the ridge on his head would be very conspicuous because of his baldness.
The Qinggele Empire's Master of Ceremonies' Office is no idle job. In addition to official ceremonial affairs, it is also in charge of national cultural and educational affairs. It is an extremely busy department.
"Your Majesty, what do you want to see me for?"
The Minister of Ceremonies was a capable and competent minister. Most of the pressure of cleaning up the bloated forces in the church fell on him. When he came, the Minister of Ceremonies had already brought the recent work report. He thought that His Majesty the Emperor wanted to ask about this.
"Sendek, come here."
The old emperor looked up at the master of ceremonies and waved him over.
Seeing that Vogfu was writing something with his head down, Sendek also became curious. It didn't seem like he was asking about the church, otherwise, with the emperor's character, he would have said it directly.
He slowly took a few steps closer, but he would not really go close to the emperor just because the emperor asked him to. He would stay at least five steps away.
Sendek was craning his neck to look at the table when he met the old emperor's gaze.
"Why are you standing so far away? Come here."
Wogov pointed at the cloth book in his hand and a smile appeared on his face.
"Sendek, delegate all the work on hand to your subordinates. From now on, I want you to be fully responsible for this matter!"
The master of ceremonies came closer to read the contents of the cloth book carefully, his eyes were full of some inexplicable and strange colors, and his eyeballs were getting bigger and bigger.
"Your Majesty, this... this also..."
"Why? Can't do it?"
The old emperor narrowed his eyes, stared at the master of ceremonies and asked a question.
"No...I am capable of doing this, but I don't understand why Your Majesty wants to do this."
It would be fine if it was just a waste of money and labor, but it was also normal for the emperor to act capriciously occasionally. After all, the treasury was full, and he had just taken down the domestic church, which brought him a lot more money.
But some of the bizarre requests were so bizarre that Sendek had never seen or heard of them.
"You can explain to the public that this is a sacrifice to the Supreme God. After all, although our actions against the church are just, they are also an offense to God, so we spontaneously hold a ceremony to express our respect to God."
It was a very forced reason, but at least it was a reason. The master of ceremonies did not dare to ask any more questions and left the study with the emperor's order.
He didn't dare to waste time. The emperor didn't tell him the specific deadline, but he did write a few conspicuous words in large letters - the sooner the better!
The most difficult work is the one without a set time limit, because you may be asked for results at an unexpected time, so Sendek started working as soon as he left the palace.
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In the western part of the Qinggele Empire, the group of merchants were celebrating in a tavern with members of their own traveling team.
The wine in this world is also made through a similar fermentation process. It is unknown whether the taste is similar to that on Earth, but taverns and other catering establishments are just as popular.
“Cheers!” “Drink!” “Hahahaha!!!”
"More wine!"
…
Although the church has not disappeared from the Qinggele Empire, it can no longer possess as much power as before and can only serve as a pure ordinary religion.
Apart from the imperial family and the nobles with conflicting interests, the next happiest people about this matter would be the businessmen.
In many cases, they are also the group that is more exploited by the evil forces in the church.
Of course, believers of the God of Light are everywhere, and even if the empire claims to be for justice, it will still cause dissatisfaction among some devout believers.
Therefore, those who are celebrating should be reserved. Apart from home, the pub is the best choice, because devout believers will not drink on the first day of the lunar month.
The tavern has been very busy recently, and there are obviously many people who are dissatisfied with some of the church's activities.
"Bang~"
The door of the pub was opened again.
"Welcome..."
A waiter near the door got stuck in the middle of his welcome.
Dark-colored armor, a waterproof cloak, a conspicuous round logo on the top of the ladder, and weapons and equipment all over the body.
This is a Paladin!
As the people at the door quieted down, the entire pub quickly became quiet as if the emotions were contagious.
The paladin glanced at everyone in the tavern, then walked to the bar and looked at the boss inside.
"A glass of water, a portion of black bread, and a plate of meat. Any meat is fine. Then prepare two bags of water and a batch of horse bean cakes for me. Thank you."
"Uh... OK!"
The boss quickly took a clean Kongmu cup, thought for a moment, took the cupcloth and wiped it again, then poured a glass of water and handed it to the paladin.
Then they went to the kitchen to deliver the food.
The paladin seemed very thirsty. He took the wooden cup and drank up the water in one gulp.
"You guys continue, I'm about to leave the Qinggele Empire and take a rest here."
As the food was served, the Paladin immediately began to eat it with big mouthfuls, and the bar became lively again, but the noise was much quieter than before.
He could feel the gazes of many people behind him who were forcing themselves not to look at this side but were paying attention to this side all the time.
In addition to annihilating several church legions and some cathedrals, the Qinggele Empire expelled other church forces. This naturally takes time. The Paladins had obviously just come from other parts of the empire and were preparing to leave.
Leit Solo ate faster and finally drank the water that the tavern owner had refilled.
"How much?"
The Paladin wiped his mouth and looked at the boss. At his feet there was a half-leg-high horse bean cake and two oil-skin water bags filled with clean water.
"Well, Lord Paladin, you don't have to pay for your meal! I am a devout believer in the Supreme God! I absolutely cannot accept your money!"
"Why!"
Leyte put down a small silver coin, then stood up and left the bar.
As I walked out of the tavern, I was immediately hit by a chill. The camels and horses outside were not tied up with ropes, but were waiting there quietly.
"Good buddy, I'll feed you after we leave the city!"
He had been traveling for more than ten days, but it would take at least three more days to get out of Qinggelie's border.
Along the way, he saw many scenes similar to the one just now. Many people who had been harmed by the church in the past or who dared not be angry or speak out about certain things were now expressing their feelings to varying degrees.
Looking up at the starry sky, it's like looking into the eyes of God.
"Oh God... Is the church really so corrupt? Even your believers applaud the evil deeds of the Qinggeli Empire..."
Although I had felt this before, I now have a deeper understanding of it.
This is the second time Qin Xiaoxia has encountered this "Hand of Punishment".
He stood not far away from the man and his camel, watching the paladin.
'Not bad character!'
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