The magnificent decoration, the mottled glass, and every corner of the house is filled with milk and rosin.

This is the largest church of the Cross in Isfahan. Today is Sunday, and the sun is rising high. According to common sense, the church is already filled with believers coming to worship. Even if the choir singing crosses several streets, it is clearly heard.

But at this time the church had windows and doors closed. Not only were the doors inside the church deserted, but there were even fewer pedestrians coming and going in front of the church. In the church, there was only a lonely bell ringing "ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-in-the-sacred bells.

There is also a lonely voice that recites scriptures—

“When you forget the law of God, I will also forget your children.”

"Your people perish because of no knowledge; if you abandon knowledge, I will abandon you, so that you will no longer be a priest for me."

The master of the voice was Gregory, one of the four great apostles. He was the leader of the cross sect of the Abraham church. But at this moment, he was left with only one lonely man, walking back and forth in the uninhabited church while shaking the bell.

The empty temple clearly echoed his footsteps.

"The more the more priests, the more they offend me; I will turn their glory into shame."

"They eat the sin offerings of my people, and they wish my people to sin."

"What will the people in the future, and what will the priests do; I will punish them for what they have done, and repay them according to their retribution."

"They eat but cannot be full; they commit adultery but cannot be established."

"For they forsaken God and do not obey its destiny."

After reading the last sentence, Gregory happened to stop in front of the gate of the church. He stared at the magnificent door and his eyes gradually became sharper. He stretched out his hand and tried to push it up the door.

——"Sir Gregory, please do not make things difficult for us."

Two voices sounded. From the other side of the church, two priests came over. Judging from their outfits, they were both priests of the Cross, one of them was pushing a dining cart and the other was holding a coarse cloth garment.

"Sir Gregory, you haven't had breakfast yet."

"Mr. Gregory, it's not the time to do Mass. Please change your clothes back!"

Gregory shook his head and put his hands away. But he saw him turn slowly. Looking at the two priests, he asked in a deep voice: "Tomorrow is the Council of the Lords, can I still not go out?"

One of the priests immediately lowered their heads and replied, "Mr. Gregorian, your ninety-five outlines have been handed over to every representative who attended the meeting. However, considering your influence in the sect, in order to ensure that the representatives can make the most fair decisions without interference with their conscience and wisdom, the King of Kings believes that it is appropriate for you to stay here before the Council of the Lords and not to contact anyone."

Another priest added timidly: "...You must have agreed to this proposal by Lord Gregorian."

Gregory sighed. He closed his eyes, raised his head, and sensed the space around him, but his perception ability ended abruptly after touching the wall of the church. This was a situation he had never encountered before. The outside world seemed to have been destroyed by God, leaving only this small church to survive, like Noah's ark in the flood of world destruction.

The Council of the Grand Council, the most important and world-wide bishops in the Cross, does not have a fixed date for hosting and will only be held when there are great differences within the church, and will be held to consult and vote on important academic affairs and catholic disputes. This Council of the Grand Council was caused by Gregorian's ninety-five thesis. The last Council of the Grand Council was 187 years ago.

He did promise not to disturb the bishops who attended the meeting before the commemorative meeting, but the current situation was beyond his expectations. The King of Kings did not know what method he used to turn the church into an isolated island for him. He could not sense any information outside the church, nor could he leave the church. He had tried to leave the church with his magic dozens of times, but after every step he fell, he still stayed in the church.

"Sir Gregory, let's have a meal first."

The priest who was pushing the cart opened the covers on the plate, which contained the meat of beef and sheep's waist and legs, roasted whole chicken with herbs, delicious rye fennel bread, fresh milk, and the best olive oil. This was the breakfast prepared for Gregorian alone, but its share was enough for a small banquet.

Gregory shook his head with his eyes closed: "Prepare these extravagant and wasteful things again."

He took off his sacrificial robe and changed into the coarse cloth clothes held by another priest. After changing his clothes, he picked up a loaf of bread from the dining car and stuffed it into his mouth, and the rest pushed it back directly.

"Mr. Gregory, you should eat more." said the priest who was pushing the food truck. "I know you have always been frugal. But these things are ready. If you don't eat them, you will be a waste of it."

Gregory did not answer immediately, but sat on the chair beside him and chewed the small piece of bread into his mouth in an orderly manner. When he swallowed the bread, he asked slowly:

"Outside, is the Black Death over?"

The two priests didn't know why Gregory asked this. After a moment of silence, one of them replied: "I haven't heard much about the Black Death recently. But there are some refugees who have wandered to Isfahan because of the Black Death."

"How can these things be wasted?" said Gregory. "Isn't it just right to take them out and share them with those refugees?"

"Mr. Gregory, is this not suitable?" said a priest carefully. "For the distributors, the amount of this thing is still too small. Taking it out will only make them scramble for them and cause trouble."

"How about that?"

Gregory stood up, dipped his fingers into milk, and made a cross on each pot of food.

"Just say these are foods that I have blessed. After eating them, the soul can be purified and go to heaven. Sell these things at a high price to those rich people who are willing to buy them, and exchange the money they sell for wheat and distribute them to refugees. In this way, there will be many more people who benefit, right?"

"This..." the two priests were stunned, "Isn't it a bit...not good to do this?"

"Not good? What's wrong?" Gregory looked at the two priests with aggressive eyes. "This is at least the food I have processed by myself. But each of the atonement scrolls sold everywhere is passed by the hands of the King of Kings?"

A burst of laughter suddenly came: "Okay, okay, okay! Gregory, the nickname of this 'Evil Man' is not unfair to you."

The two priests were startled and quickly searched for the source of the sound, but the whole church was empty. Where were there other people besides them?

“Here.”

Gregory pointed to the ground with a wink. But he saw that a piece of marble slab there had been some time. Under the gaze of everyone, the small squat of soil that lifted the slab was twisted and deformed under the kneading of an invisible force. Finally, his eyes, nose and mouth grew.
Chapter completed!