Saint

Chapter 8: the holy tomb

Fedu cathedral is a legend of architectural art. This great building completely abandoned the concept of Architectural Rationality, and the rigid straight line and thick arch were abandoned. The weight of the whole church is supported by twelve huge and elegant column towers and countless fine arches. The forty-two chapels in the church are all supported by inclined columns, and all the planes form a complex wave line. On the lightsome spire of the Twelve Towers, there are sculptures of saints. They are standing high and commanding the whole city. No traces of bricks and cement can be seen outside, but only the reliefs from famous artists. The virgin with the son, the battle between the angel and the devil in the myth, and the scenes in the Bible story, the building is almost completely composed of large and small crafts. It is the ultimate pursuit of visual beauty. What destroys the aesthetic feeling, even the important beams and columns, have to be carved with winding patterns. In fact, at the beginning of the construction, it was predicted that the church would collapse in less than ten years, but the one hundred and thirty year history so far witnessed the existence of this miracle. "The crown of Fedu" is often described by bishops in a hymn like tone. But the citizens of Fedu privately nicknamed it "holy tomb", because when you look at the forest style building in the night, you always feel that it is like the largest tombstone in the world, which is as rugged as a corpse, and full of cruel beauty like a nightmare. Noesen Philip lived in the austerities in the backyard of Saint mausoleum for twenty years. He was nearly sixty years old, and his face was heavily wrinkled. The diet of water and beans for a long time made him thin as a skeleton. The hard dry beans made the enamel wear seriously. Every time the old man opened his mouth, a sharpened deformed tooth called him like a devil in hell. They can only eat this kind of food. They show the incomparable piety of the spirit with their life and physical suffering. "The bishop is greedy like a pig, and the wealth I donate can enjoy the whole life's tenderloin and good wine." every time when eating, Nothen grabs the beans on the plate, and always whispers these words. The monks of the whole penitentiary are all fugitives who ask for asylum. No serious clergyman is willing to do this job, but the number of the monks is often a basis for the Vatican to evaluate whether the regional bishop is competent. "Only the ascetic is the one who truly dedicates his soul to the Lord." the people and the upper class of the Holy See believe that. In many monasteries, the Priest always takes on the position of death by drawing lots. "Unfortunately, I have to stay in the prison for the first half of the year." Priest, who was selected for the next round, was so depressed that he was like a dead father and mother. So Ige, the bishop of Fedu District, cleverly drove all the asylum seekers into the penitentiary. In the eyes of the subordinate Priest, IgE is as great as the brightest star in the sky. "Praise the God of light, bless the wisdom of the bishop, and finally get rid of this ghost business." they chanted devoutly. Nothen grudgingly chewed a few beans and pushed the plate away. He missed the sweet wine and sliced meat. Just think about it, the saliva was rolling on his tongue. Beans, beans, beans, the beans of the scourge! From the broken cabinet in the narrow room, Nothen found a small money bag in a pile of rags and counted carefully. There were four or five golden Caesars lying alone in it. Thanks to the fact that he had left his hand when he donated property, he was able to sneak out occasionally to satisfy his appetite. A gold Caesar can let the coachman of the church stables take advantage of the weekend mass, when the Priest and the bishop are all in the chapel, drive the carriage to take him out for a walk. Through the window, you can experience the bustling atmosphere of people in the street, and then buy a bowl of hot fish soup and a few strings of Meatballs from the roadside stall. These previously disdained civilian snacks will save Nothen from the hell of clear water beans to heaven. But once, because of the bumps, a few drops of soup were spilled on the carpet in the car, and the driver was calm and forbade him to eat food with water. "Fortunately, it's just a few drops. If the whole bowl of soup is spilled and the valuable carpet is soiled, the bishop will be angry." the driver said, "can't you get off the bus and eat?" get off the car? Heaven knows if the Scouts of the patrol team follow behind. Leaving the carriage is equal to losing the protection of the right to asylum. Those red eyed scouts will look like naked women's bullies, and they will come to tie him to the Death by hanging. "Or you can help buy some wine and meat, send them to the church, and I'll eat them in my room." Nothen asked tentatively. "It's nothing to stop this blasphemous idea and take a nun to the streets, but to send the taboo food to the holy penitentiary, it will be taken to the religious court for trial." the coachman said seriously. At the end of the weekend, the church was busy again, and the big and small chapels were full of people. The kitchen is preparing holy water and holy cakes;Priest solemnly stood on the mass platform and calculated how many believers would donate tonight;The bishop was talking and laughing with the big man in the room specially prepared for the dignitaries. He just promised to baptize a Baron's daughter. The worship and blessing that will last for several hours began with the empty tone of the choir. "Father in the sky, may everyone respect your name as holy; may your kingdom come; may your will be done on the earth as if you were walking in the sky." Priest wrote a cross. "Glory to the father in heaven, and may the Father forgive sinners." the believers kneeling on the ground agreed. The whole church is enveloped in a sacred frenzy. Nothen felt the few gold coins left, and he decided to go out for luxury tonight. The stable is on the west side of the workhouse, which is not far away. When the wind is strong, the monks often have to endure the smell of horse urine. "Little cypress", Nothen whispered stealthily. After a while, a young man who rubbed his eyes came out of Ma Fufang with a yawn. "Oh, old man, I've been busy all day. What's your reason for disturbing young people's dreams?" Bai Pan complained. "The bishop doesn't use the car at this hour, so we can go to the streets." Nothen squeezed his eyes and grinned, "go and put on the horse." Bapan takes a look at Nothen's waist, "the old guy who talks, hasn't slipped out for two months. I thought you didn't have money." Nothen took out a gold Caesar and threw it into the coachman's arms. "Old Philip has nothing but money." After biting the gold coin, convinced that it was true, Bai Pan looked around, carefully put the money in his pocket, and whispered, "old rules, you go to the back door of the cemetery and wait." Nothen nodded. "Remember, it must be a black cross." he stressed. In the cemetery, there are many tombstones standing in order, like the dead people, there is a quiet silence. Those who are entitled to be buried here are all powerful people who believe in the doctrine of light. "Hey, guys, I'm happier than you, at least I'll be able to eat meatballs later." when passing through the coffin group, Nothen said to the statues of the dead with different sizes on the tombstone. The carriage stopped at the open iron door, "little cypress, is that you?" Innocent called. "Quietly, do you want to let people find us?" the driver replied, it was Bapan's voice. Nothen still doubts that he didn't move. He took advantage of the moonlight and looked at it carefully with dim eyes, until he confirmed that the black cross goods on the car were real, and then he ran to the car at ease. "Go to the night market, I miss the bacon and fish balls there." Nothen can't wait to shout. "As long as you don't drink soup to stain the car, it doesn't matter if you smoke marijuana." Bai Pan impatiently raised his whip, and the two horses "hissed" snorted, pulling the car slowly forward. Nothen suddenly found something wrong. The blanket on the floor of the car, the mahogany wine cabinet hanging on the inner wall, and the thick cushion on the seat are all brand new. It's not the old car that he secretly took many times. He shouted in confusion, "little Bai Pan, where is the car from?" "It's just parked next to the garage. It's a new one from the church. Old man, you're so blessed that you probably didn't touch the bishop several times before you enjoyed it." The police will never use the stupid trick of pretending to be a church carriage to trick themselves out of the church. The black cross on the car should not be pretended, otherwise it would be a violation of the divine right. No one would be stupid enough to catch a fugitive in this way, and then go to meet the rebuke of the Holy See. "Multi hearted?" Nothen muttered, but the panic could not be restrained. The feeling of disaster was full of his mind, and he could not get rid of it. His premonition has always been very effective. When he was young, he had at least two times the ability to predict danger saved his life. "Go back," said Nothen hoarsely. "Are you crazy? The money is not refundable." Bai Pan was not happy. He also planned to use the gold Caesar to go to the night market to find some cheap and practical small things. Nothen pushed open the front window of the car, leaned over to the driver, "go back." he grabbed pen's hair and shouted loudly. The poor coachman cried out in pain. The horse pulling the car kicked up and jumped, the carriage rocked violently, and the axle sounded like it was going to break. The whole carriage turned around and slid forward for a long time before it slowly stopped. Bapan coughed to get away and jumped from the car. "Son of a bitch, I don't want to teach you a lesson." he coughed and scolded at the same time, making his face choked with the color of a pig's liver. "Let's go back, little cypress. Otherwise, the next morning, people will be surprised to find your rigid body in the stable." Nothen lowered his voice, and a horrific smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were staring at the coachman. The young driver shivered, and the angry head was poured with a bucket of cold water. He just felt that the old monk seemed to become a wild animal in the jungle in an instant, and he was the prey of the wild animals. "Those in the Fedu Cathedral penitentiary were not good masters in those days." Bai Pan suddenly remembered this sentence. He wanted to leave the carriage and escape, but when he thought of the punishment that would come to him when the bishop found that there was a car missing tomorrow morning. Dismissing is a small matter. It is likely to be sent to prison. The prison meal is not so delicious. And the end of the case represents that he can no longer find a decent job, and the Lords of Fedu will not employ innocent people. When the coachman forced himself to climb into the driver's seat, a team of patrolmen appeared in the subdistrict. It was just the right time. "Knight Philip, you can't go anywhere. Now you're arrested for first-class murder." it's inspector Lime at the head. "The dog's nose is really smart." Innocent spat, and then shouted at the driver, "don't play games, no one dares to force the church carriage to stop." As if laughing, the police rushed to the carriage, dragged Nothen down, and wrenched him to the ground. "Blasphemy, you dare to insult a monk on the black cross!" Nothen's face was red, and he kept struggling. Inspector Lime shrugged, "I'm sorry, it's not a church carriage." What did Nothen understand? He sneered and said, "find a broken car and paint the holy black cross? When I'm on trial, I'll tell you about it." "No, how dare I do such a stupid thing." the inspector said proudly that the game of cat and mouse made him happy. "Baron Hass's daughter is being baptized in the church. In order to thank you, the Baron is ready to send a carriage to the bishop as a gift, and asked Bishop Iger to design the style and appearance of the carriage according to his preference." "If the gift hasn't been sent, it doesn't belong to the church's property. I'm sorry, if you take this carriage a few days later, we don't dare to despise the divine right." "Damn it, it's all deception." Nothen understood. He gasped and looked around, but he had no chance to escape. Even when he was young, he couldn't fight his way out of the encirclement of more than ten patrolmen with his bare hands. All of a sudden, Nothen relaxed, and the nauseous taste of dried beans came to mind. Now, everything is free. When he was pulled into the prison car, Innocent turned his head and said in a pleading voice, "I'll explain everything, but before that, can you buy me a bowl of fish soup?" Put your fingers into the silver holy cup and wet it. After splashing a few drops of water on the baby's forehead, bishop Ige made a cross on the child's head and prayed a few words. "Monseigneur, thank you for hosting the baptism ceremony for my daughter." Baron Hass kisses the baby girl's face with love, and then gives his daughter to his wife. "It's my duty to serve every believer," said Ige kindly. "The carriage has basically been built, using the best wood. The axle has even been equipped with the spring popular in the imperial city recently. It has to be admitted that this little thing makes the whole car more comfortable and not afraid of bumps." "Oh, sir Baron, you are so generous." Yige compliments politely, but the tone is light, it seems that he doesn't care about the value of the gift. In fact, he was very happy. A real luxury carriage can be worth thousands of golden Caesars. "Today I came by that carriage, please forgive me for my offense and a little bit of vanity, because I want to experience what it's like to take a black cross carriage once." Baron Hanshi said, "it's so wonderful, but the horses pulling the carriage are inferior, which can't show the value of the carriage and the identity of the owner." "It's nothing. God is tolerant to every believer." "When the two good horses from the south are sent, I can officially donate them to you. No, I will donate them to the church. Please believe that if the gift can't be perfect, it's really detrimental to the dignity of the nobility." While chatting, a Priest hurriedly opened the door of the VIP room and whispered a few words in Bishop Ige's ear. "The police arrested him?" "Yes, on a street hundreds of meters away from the church." "What about the right of asylum?" "Because he was in the carriage of the Baron and outside the church, according to the agreement with the secular law, he lost the right of asylum." Bishop Ige frowned, and he said to the Baron with regret, "please forgive me, some old shelter who has lived in the church for twenty years, slipped out of the church and was caught by the police. What's more unforgivable is that he actually stole the new car you are going to donate to the church." "Oh, I hope the car is not damaged." "I don't know what's wrong with that old thing, have you lived enough?" Ige thought, but he soon put it behind him. A hard monk who doesn't know what to do is not worth his too much attention. Moreover, he is more worried about whether the new car with a small spring will be damaged. "You see, sometimes I think the right of asylum is too tolerant. Some fugitives, even if they have lived in the church for decades, still can't learn to behave." bishop Ige explained to the guests with some embarrassment. Baron Hass was also happy to think that he could help the Count of geku. Even the cost of the carriage was privately paid by the Count's family. Without spending a cent, you can sell your personal feelings to the Count of heat storage. He can't wait for this to happen more. When he walked into the police hall again, Fulan found that the attitude of the police to him was better. At least everyone who knew him would smile and say hello. Inspector Lime even invited him to lunch. When enjoying a plate of fried beans in oyster sauce, the inspector said in a funny voice, "ha, I remember an interesting thing." "Listen to me." "Noesen Philip, the criminal who evaded the legal punishment for twenty years, When interrogating him, as long as he gave him a delicious meal, he said everything, which was very refreshing. But once he was served a bowl of fried beans," the inspector pointed to the dining table, "that eccentric prisoner, like going through the final judgment, crazily pulled his hair and cried loudly." "God, there are people who are afraid of beans." Fulan laughingly put several fried beans into his mouth, crispy and fragrant. The ninth chapter position The day before the end of the internship, Fulan received a private letter from Count geku. In the letter, he was described by the Count as an unparalleled strategist. Those gorgeous words and titles made Fulan feel quite numb. Finally, the Count warmly invited him to visit Prussia, the territory of the Zeku family, in his spare time. Casually throw the letter in the drawer, and Fulan considers whether he needs to write back. The whole thinking process took only five seconds, and he decided to give up. For the great nobility, this kind of thank you letter is just a simple courtesy. As for inviting people to visit the territory, it's more polite. There was no Count's private seal on the letter, indicating that it was from a butler or deacon. In the eyes of nobles, nobility and long blood are more important than anything else. A small family with only three generations passed down, and the title of each generation has to be lowered by one level. Seeing that even the noble title is not necessarily able to be preserved, for them, it is undoubtedly a nouveau riche with no taste. It's just LORD Fulan, who is not an object in the social circle of aristocrats. On the upper part of the moon, the night gradually deepened. Put out the crystal lamp, and Fulan was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep. Anmei didn't spend the night today, and was used to Fulan who was dreaming with a little wild cat. For a while, she didn't adapt. What's more, what position will you hold? The anticipation and slightly nervous mood, like a kitten's paw, constantly stir up some wandering thoughts. "It's up to tomorrow." in the dark, Fulan muttered. If there is a mirror, Fulan will be surprised to find that his eyes in the reflection are full of hope and yearning. On the morning of the second day, Fulan just stepped into the office and received a notice to gather at the swearing in court. The oath hall is probably the place where the first court is used least. Every year, many assistant prosecutors and trainee judges come to report, but few can spend three months of probation. The oath hall is a space between the corridor and the building. The ground is covered with black pebbles. There are no common flowers and shrubs in the garden. Instead, it is a half human high code sculpture carved with marble in the middle. The five assistant prosecutors have gathered. Except for Peggy, everyone else is very nervous. Everyone wants to stay in the first court. Whether it's promotion opportunities, salaries and benefits, the noble court is much better than the small court in the region. In the first half of the year, there were two places for the first court. Minus Peggy, the first lady of leienshiman's family is Leida. That is to say, three of the four men standing in the swearing in court will be eliminated. When I think about it, the eyes of the men are all tinged with a little hostility. The person who presided over the swearing ceremony for them was Milan, a senior prosecutor. He was a middle-aged man with gold rimmed glasses. He had a high nose, high cheekbones, and a serious expression. But his eyes were always slightly inclined to show that no one looked down on him. It seems that everyone who holds an important position looks like this. If a painter wants to paint an oil painting with the theme of bureaucracy, Milan is the most suitable model. "Now, please swear." Put his hand on the stone code, and Fran closed his eyes and whispered, "... I, Fulan Fleur, swear with honor that I will be loyal to justice and never slack off." Taking a deep breath, Fulan felt that he was full of heat all over the body, which made him shudder a bit. The lips are so hot that they seem to be burning. With each syllable spewed out, it will produce a tingling burning feeling. After nearly eight years of hard work, he finally became a real prosecutor. Maybe for a real big man, the position of prosecutor is just an ordinary intermediate civil servant. But in the eyes of the down and out Lord, it represents the bright future and the dream of life. At the end of the swearing ceremony, Milan said the answer that the men most want to know. "The solemn first court of nobility, today will usher in two new colleagues, they are", Milan stopped and focused on El, the son of the Court chief's family, excited to stand up, looking forward to Milan to continue. It's a pity that the prosecutor soon turned his attention away, and he continued, "Peggy Don Reinschmann and Fulan Fleur, please don't fail the trust of the first court." Fulan's head was a little dizzy. He took over the chest badge on behalf of the prosecutor directly under the first court in a daze. In the haze, it was as delicate as the carefully carved Tianping pattern on the purple badge of the handicraft, as if he was smiling at him. All the dreams, at this moment, became a reality. Peggy carelessly played with the chest badge, looked at Fulan with her head askew, and smiled softly. "Congratulations." the girl took the initiative to extend her hand to Fulan. At the moment of shaking hands, she leaned forward and whispered, "calm down, don't let the lagging monkeys see jokes." From the perspective of El, the two were like men and women in love for the first time, embracing in a certain posture. "A loose bitch." Eyre said grudgingly in his heart. He spent a lot of money to get through the joints. One of the prosecutors in the first court had nodded and promised to recommend him, but the quota fell to Fulan. El believed that it was Peggy who got in the way. I don't know what trick Fleur used to hook up with this rich lady and let her spare no effort to seek for her lover's future. "Probably fed her in the bed." Eyre gave Peggy a bad look, swallowed and accepted the appointment. He will go to the thirteenth court of the old district to be the acting chief justice, which is also a good job - if you can get rid of the two words of agency. That's going to cost a lot of money. The guy who signed the appointment letter really has the knack of making money. The perception of wealth of bureaucrats is no less than that of businessmen. When he left, the Deputy Judge looked at Fulan viciously. He vowed to revenge at the right opportunity. It seems that he feels something. Fulan looks at Eyre's back in confusion. "What's good?" Peggy asked. She had just made an appointment with Fulan, and then went to the restaurant in baozuan street to celebrate. "Al Dunavan seems to be dissatisfied. He just looked at me with hatred." Fulan frowned. He didn't remember when he offended him. "Oh, a monkey is jealous. This position originally belonged to him." Peggy said without any taboo, "I think you are more suitable, so I said hello to you." Fulan was surprised to see Peggy for a long time, "what right do you have to intervene in my life?" "I've said that Reinschmann never let loyal people down." "But I didn't agree." "Other people don't think so. They have listed you in the Reinschmann faction." "You..." Fulan clenched his teeth and shivered with anger. "OK, OK, at least the capable people get the right positions, the monkeys roll to the small court to eat bananas, and everything is perfect, isn't it?" Peggy shrugged nonchalantly, "remember the appointment at night, you've offended many people, please don't cause Reinschmann's resentment." Fulan hates to be so high up and play the dominant tone. Although the wayward behavior of the first lady made Fulan unhappy, he had to thank Peggy for one thing. The salary of the prosecutor directly under the first court makes the house with a small balcony no longer a dream. After several choices, the four storey copper roof apartment at No. thirty-seven Rahm street became the new home of Fulan. The street outside the apartment is very busy. You can see the famous fountain in the street dozens of meters away from the window. Fulan rented a duplex room from the third floor to the four floors, with six windows and an arcade balcony. "Mr. Fleur, your vision is too accurate. The apartment has been built for less than three years, and the decoration and furniture are 80% new. You don't need to buy even chairs when you move here." the real estate developer patted the brown sofa under the buttocks and boasted, "if I have five thousand gold Caesar, I will buy them instead of renting them." "Oh, in fact, I think the manor is better than the apartment building, at least it's more quiet." Anmei winks at Fulan cunningly, just as he pleases not to interrupt. "Look at this, the monthly rent is fifty silver yi'ao less." "Mrs. Fleur, what's good about the manor? You can't take care of it if you don't employ a few servants," the businessman shouted. "Besides, your husband works in the urban area. If you rent a rural manor, you have to buy a carriage, which will be a meaningless expenditure." It was called Mrs. Fleur, so that Anmei's cheeks were tinged with an attractive tinge of crimson. Suddenly, the little wild cat felt that the fat face of the plump real estate developer in front of her eyes was much more lovable. She quickly glanced at Fulan, and happily continued to bargain, "OK, that one is less than twenty silver Italy. At least the carpet has to be replaced, and you can take the old one." Fulan climbs up the four floors from the small staircase on the left wall, and pushes the window facing the street. The air on the four floors is much better than the ground. When the night comes, when the street lights are on, it's more comfortable to watch the night view from this window. The voice of Anmei and the real estate developer who persevered in bargaining came from downstairs, but the end was definitely the compromise of little wild cat. Everyone can hear that Anmei's voice contains her love for this room. The cool wind caressed the curtains on both sides of the window, "forget it." Fulan said to himself that he really wanted to give up, or apply to the prosecutor and transfer back to the small court. Peggy's actions made him very angry. No one wanted to be manipulated by others. Even if this fate is good for you. But it means that he still has to live in the old apartment in the old district. "If you love a person, you will give her a big house filled with roses," many three stream poets said. At least they didn't say that wrong. "It seems that I'm also a monkey who can't afford to be tempted and doesn't care about anything for bananas." Fulan smiled bitterly and hammered the wall hard. The solid bricks and stones reflected and made his elbow ache. The footsteps came from the stairs, "Oh, the rent still hasn't been reduced, and the real estate developer is too good at bargaining." Anmei murmured and walked up. After adjusting the expression on his face, Fulan took a deep breath and tried to clear up the confused thoughts. He turned around and was ready to give his lover a big hug. Ordeals mountain range, heresy court, square. The fine breeze diluted the mist of dawn, and the sun lazily radiated a soft light. Everything foreshadows that today is a comfortable and good day. But today is not a good day for those who are about to be sentenced. Leo Angertes squints his eyes and has been in the dark water prison for more than half a year. Even the faint light is a rare stimulus to the eyes that have adapted to the dark. The stake not far away has just been built, and the hemp grass soaked in oil sends out an unpleasant smell. A half high cross wooden frame stands in the haystack. The transverse end of the wooden frame is carved into the shape of a sword, and the vertical end is the shape of a nail hammer. Leo stopped and watched the flag covered with grass depicting sword and hammer. It was a gift from the Holy See. Only when the fallen senior clergyman was burned, could this ceremony be used to show the difference of the victim in the past. "Sinner, don't dawdle, I hope Shengyan can make you repent." the escorted Paladin looked at Leo with disgust and chided. The hemp rope soaked in oil also tied Leo firmly to the column, and then covered with asphalt and turpentine. In order to prevent the fire, the prisoners who could not bear the pain could get rid of the burned rope and rush out of the fire. At the joints, there were also several shining small steel nails. The nails were not like that in the imagination. They were slicing through the flesh and biting into the bones. In the creaking metal friction sound, some curved nails were barely able to connect Leo's limbs with the wooden frame. "Look at your sinner's body. It's blasphemous. It's only after ten thousand years of torture in purgatory that you can redeem your crime." Paladin was also secretly shocked. The skin of this degenerate completely violated the laws of nature, as if it was made of the metal of hell. This point alone is the only evidence of his contract with the devil. When the hot fire engulfed Leo's body and lit him into a blazing fire, the former Archbishop didn't show any pain. Leo looked at the East indifferently through the red and white gold fire curtain. There is a city called Fedu in the farthest east of the sight line. There, he hid his loyal servants and the holy vessel that was enshrined in the holy city and was given to the first Pope of the Holy See by the seal of light in the records: the ark of eternity. It is estimated that in the dark, the Pope's hall has sent several groups of people to filter the streets and alleys of Fedu like a carpet. He believed that even if the Pope himself came to perform the magic, he would not be able to find the deep holy instrument. And it will be the key to its own resurrection. No, it's not just resurrection. At that time, he will have a body that even the gods envy, perfect and never wear out, and an immortal body that solidifies time in it. The fire seems to be burning more. Leo Angertes suddenly feels impatient. Although he has deleted the boring feeling of pain from his body for a long time, it also means that he won't be in a coma as soon as he is in pain. It's really a disgusting thing to see that one's body gradually becomes a mass of smoking coke. Close your eyes and Leo sighs in silence. "Burn more," he thought.