A church, a church built by yourself.

When Wright set off, he never thought that he would return to this place so soon, and he never thought that when he came back, he would lose the favor of the holy light and become an ordinary person.

Losing the extraordinary power and losing the identity of the extraordinary is nothing to Wright. Power is just a tool. He lived as an ordinary person for twenty years before he obtained this tool. He did not have such a strong attachment to the identity of the extraordinary, but losing his affinity for the holy light made him particularly sad.

He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time. He watched the small towers and spires above the church form a sharp sword in the outline of the huge sun, piercing the sky like the first holy light that guided mankind to cut through the darkness in ancient times. Finally, he sighed slightly and stepped forward to open the church door.

The Lord's words left a deep resonance in his heart. Wright knew that those words were reasonable and worthy of thinking, but he knew more about where his problem lies-in fact, he had never doubted his determination and actions to practice the way of the Holy Light, and he had never wavered in this regard.

What really shakes him is why those who almost completely turn against the Holy Light can also use those divine powers.

Lord of the Holy Light... Can't He really see all this?

This almost disobedient thought appeared in Wright's heart again. The moment this thought emerged, he felt a turbulent heart of his spiritual world, and a stinging feeling appeared in his mind. An extremely distant, vague, chaotic whisper echoed in his ears. The whisper seemed to contain endless truth and love. But Wright not only couldn't hear the content of the whisper, but could clearly feel that the whisper was far away from him.

The brief sting and trance ended soon, and Wright felt the power of the holy light in his body weakened a little again.

"You can't doubt the Lord..." The tall priest murmured in a low voice and walked slowly into the church's prayer hall. He sat down in the first row of seats and looked up at the icon located not far ahead - the vague image of the Lord of the Holy Light stood on the pulpit, and the sunlight shone from the skylight enveloped the sculpture, making it shrouded in a hazy halo - then he lowered his head and prayed silently.

Halfway through the prayer, Wright opened his eyes, and he sensed someone was approaching him, so he stood up and turned his head to look.

A middle-aged woman wearing a coarse cloth dress and big and round waist walked over hesitantly. This was one of the believers who often came to church on weekdays. When the peasant woman saw Wright finishing her prayer, she immediately stopped tiptoeing, walked forward loudly, and greeted her with a cheerful loud voice: "I saw the door open-Mr. Pastor, when did you come back?"

"I've just come back for a while," Wright looked gentle at the woman who often came to the church to pray, "need help?"

"Hey, it's okay. I just heard that you are back. Come and have a look--everyone misses you very much," the peasant woman laughed. "You are back. Will the weekly week be held as usual? I have to say to everyone when I go back."

The meeting needs to lead everyone to understand the Holy Light. Wright couldn't help but frown with an apology on his face: "I...sorry, my condition may not be very good recently, and I probably can't host the meeting..."

The peasant woman didn't mind at all and waved her hand carelessly: "Oh, it's okay, then I'll tell you, just cancel the week."

Then the woman looked at Wright curiously, with a little concern in her tone: "Mr. Pastor, are you infected with the cold outside? I heard that the snow in the north of the Rock Fortress has not yet subsided, are you frozen outside?"

A peasant woman with little knowledge probably cannot understand the concept of falsification of faith and deviating from the concept of holy light. She just guessed Wright's current state with her own understanding, but Wright fell silent for a moment after hearing those caring words.

After a moment, the only pastor in the territory shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still preside over the week-you-go and tell everyone, as long as this week will go and do the same."

"Really?" the peasant woman looked up and down at Wright, "Mr. Pastor, don't force yourself. Although you are quite strong, no matter how strong you are, you can't stand the disease."

"Thank you for your concern," Wright smiled, as if he had put down some burden, "It's just some...small questions, no need to worry."

The faith of Holy Light is not so complicated and noble for these ordinary civilians. What they pray in the church is never a sensation of extraordinary power. What they want is nothing but a peace of mind and a tranquility in a busy life.

No matter what the power of faith means in the eyes of priests, in the eyes of these ordinary people, the greatest role of faith is nothing more than a spiritual sustenance.

Perhaps Wright, as a priest, has lost the ability to feel the holy light and use divine magic, but at least, he still has the power to allow these people to enjoy half a day of peace.

Earl Hosman's collar, decorated with luxurious gold and silver jewelry, covered with thick velvet carpets, and in the brightly lit castle living room illuminated by magic crystal stone lamps, Earl Karov Hosman sat on his favorite high-back chair, listening to the message conveyed to him by the most trusted intelligence consultant beside him, with a very complicated expression on his face - a hint of contempt and more confusion mixed in that expression.

The Count put down a piece of ruby ​​ornament that he was playing with, and said with a strange smile: "Reclaim all the noble privileges in the territory, including the privileges of the Cecil family themselves to manage the territory, and then form a 'government office' to let a group of low-born people manage the territory?"

"Yes, this is the information observed by the spies who successfully entered the 'Twenty-Fifth Production and Construction Brigade'. We have never known how the Cecil territory operates, but with the efforts of those excellent spies, we finally grasped some truth," said Green, next to Earl of Hosman, with dark hair and hooked nose, slowly. "And it is said that even the Kant area, which was recently incorporated into the Cecil family, has established a second-level government office. The government office has great power, and even the tax and reclamation of the territory are controlled by the 'censors' and 'department officials' of the 'censors' of the 'department'."

Earl Hosman frowned: "Is this a cover? In fact, these so-called officials are all from the Cecil family, right?"

"It seems not," Green shook his head. "The spies said that there are many powerful officials in the Government Affairs Department, including agricultural supervisors, mining supervisors, business supervisors, etc., all of which are held by people outside the Cecil family. Although these people are loyal to the Cecil family, their power is real, and even the knights in the territory must be controlled by these department managers..."

"...It seems that the ancient hero who has been resurrected has some problems in his thinking," Earl Hosman smiled, "and he not only took back the privileges of his vassals, but also made the noble knights and ladies of Kant's area sworn allegiance to his savage new policy?"

"Yes, forced oath, forced allegiance, and almost all noble privileges were taken back. Even the power to collect taxes and manage fiefs was called the so-called "second-level government office"," Green showed a serious expression. "According to our spies' reward, all Kant knights were forced to accept these unjust treatments, and they seemed to try to resist-it is said to be on the east side of Cecil's leadership, those brave and noble knights chose to draw their swords to fight in order to defend their glorious traditions. The sound of fighting even reached the city, but later they were suppressed by violence..."

"It's an unimaginable act," Count Hosman exaggeratedly, "Is this the true face of the resurrected ancient hero? He is simply destroying the foundation on which this glorious kingdom depends... On the land lower than the Baishui River, tradition and order are about to disappear!?"

"He is destroying what he built himself," Green said with a serious face. "The glory of the nobles is being trampled on by him. He used violence and delusion to force those who are flowing with noble blood to surrender under his rule. However, most people still do not know his true face - especially in some areas in the eastern and northern parts of the southern border, where the locals are still treating Gowen Cecil as a brilliant pioneering hero."

"Everyone has heard of his pioneering legend, but it was a story from seven hundred years ago, and I don't know how many times it has been twisted and exaggerated. Now that he is truly resurrected, it is time for us to see the truth," Earl Hosman put the ruby ​​ornament in his hand on the table and said seriously and earnestly, "Mr. Green, my consultant, we must take action--that this act of destruction of tradition and law continues to develop."

Green looked at the old nobleman in front of him deeply. The other party's words were touching, but as the intelligence leader, who was good at seeing through the hearts of the people, he knew very well what the truth was - it was nothing more than the new machinery in the mines that had been malfunctioning recently, and the alchemists and pharmacists in the territory had left one after another. The ore market was firmly controlled by Viscount Leslie of Tanzan Town. These losses that could not be seen by the naked eye made the Count even more unable to sit still.

The Earl has earned a lot of wealth from the magic net technology it stolen, but the nobles' pursuit of wealth is never ending. As long as they have a gold coin in their sight but does not belong to them, they will never give up reaching out. Now, Earl Hosman has seen a mountain of gold coins and also saw that the ancient duke had flaws that could be attacked. It is probably difficult for him to calm down.

However, as the information consultant trusted by the Horsman family, Green would not expose his master's true thoughts. He would only make a perfect reminder: "My Count, please allow me to remind you that he is the founding hero after all, and he is also a duke, even if he is just a duke with empty titles at present."
Chapter completed!