Chapter 303 The Decameron, Confession and Questioning
To recognize the subtle details, it starts at the end of the autumn hair and lingers at the root of Mount Tai.
Along with the lost weapons returning to the Supreme Administrator, Cardinal Saratan, there was of course not only the good news that the treasure was recovered. There are also more hidden in the shadows of Ophelia 7 that cannot be illuminated by the sun, the conspiracy and malice that have been fermented for a long time.
But after talking with the visiting Lord Terra, Saratan apparently had some ideas of his own.
The reappearance of the Heavenly Punishment Weapon and the strange news about the Emperor's Hall were suppressed and sealed together, as if it had never happened.
Under the illumination of the stars of the Ophelia Galaxy, the City of Divine Grace still enjoys the warmth of the Emperor's faith as before.
This cautious and passive attitude naturally aroused opposition from individual cardinals and church leaders.
Among them, Clarence, one of the two most promising cardinals under Salatan to succeed him, is the highest representative of this faction.
But the authority of the Supreme Holy See is so illustrious, and its strong will is so clear about this matter.
Under the strong suppression of his clear attitude, this group of stubborn people quietly disappeared from the daily life of the Holy See within three days after several unsuccessful attempts to protest.
Under the holy throne, everyone is a slave, and outside the divine authority, everyone is dust.
Even if a cardinal, who is in charge of the life and death of a diocese, falls from the sunlit clouds in heaven to the dirty soil on the ground under the Holy Seat of the Supreme Administrator, it is only in the thought of the person in power. .
The hard labor mines on Orguard 9 where the Imperial Fists are stationed are the destination of these sinners who dare to rebel against the Holy See. Although the Holy See itself has not expressed a clear attitude on this point, its exclusive long-term attendants and newly promoted psychic attendants have occasionally mentioned this.
But as the geese leave their voices and the people leave their names, the disappearance of these people will naturally not have no impact.
The centennial Emperor's Good Friday Ceremony is imminent, and the systematic incompetence caused by so many vacancies cannot be allowed in the Holy See.
A chain of personnel changes resulted from their departures. As the person who lost his biggest rival in this "accident", another powerful heir, Cardinal Morpheus, and members of his faction became the ultimate beneficiaries of this internal struggle.
In the next week, the Supreme Holy See Saratan retreated and thought about it. After losing one of its two poles, the Cardinal Order in the City of Divine Grace fell completely under the control of Morpheus's family.
"The Holy See, Cardinal Morpheus has come to say hello."
On the first day after Saratan closed his doors, the clerical priest next to him came from the door of the small chapel behind the Holy See and brought greetings from Cardinal Morpheus, who had just taken power.
"not see."
Saratan knelt down and worshiped under the icon of the Emperor in the chapel, refusing the heir's visit without looking back.
Apart from himself, there were only two newly minted psykers kneeling at the Emperor's feet as attendants in the empty chapel.
"Yes..." The clerical priest responded in a low voice, bowed and walked backwards, disappearing into the corridor outside the chapel.
The secret armed force of the Holy Light Brotherhood, as Saratan's bodyguard, was stationed outside this small church, quietly watching his departure.
The City of Divine Grace is in operation for the celebration of the Emperor's Good Friday. The high concentration of resources and power makes Morpheus's replacement of middle-level personnel more logical.
A large number of unknown defense forces replaced the outer perimeter defense of the City of Divine Grace, and many clergymen who were at the grassroots level were temporarily promoted to replace the original personnel in the city.
"The Holy See, Lord Morpheus is here to visit."
On the fourth day of retreat, the clerical priest came again, bringing greetings from Morpheus, who had already taken control of the situation.
"not see."
Saratan's attitude remained the same. A few days of repentance and prayer could not resolve the self-blame caused by his dereliction of duty. Unable to calm down in his heart, he still needed to confess to the emperor, so he had no time to pay attention to the changes in the outside world.
"Your will..." The clerical priest's attitude was still respectful, but the difference was that when he left, the soldiers of the Holy Light Brotherhood outside the chapel had disappeared from their posts in the cloister at some point.
There were only 4 days left in the scheduled date for the celebration. Morpheus, who had been authorized and fully responsible for running the celebration, came to inquire about the physical condition of the Holy See.
This is the only place where he cannot replace Saratan, because the beginning of this holy ceremony must begin with the Holy See himself ringing the big bell on the highest tower of the church city.
The personnel and materials surrounding the celebration ceremony are already in place, all that is needed is the presence of the Holy See himself.
In order to "perfectly" complete the first celebration after taking over the leadership of the Church, Cardinal Morpheus had to do his best.
In order to grasp the specific progress of the grassroots level as much as possible, he transferred all his contacts throughout Ophelia 7 for hundreds of years to the direction of the City of Divine Grace, the central capital of the bishop's world.
On Ofelia No. 7, the high-end carriages of the transportation facilities from each branch city to the main city were filled with deployments that were mobilized to the capital under his orders.
Although the Cardinals of the City of Divine Grace were surprised by the large number of his followers, in the context of his power, they finally chose to remain silent in response.
"The Holy See..."
On the last day before the holy ceremony, the chapel, which had been quiet for a long time, once again welcomed a new visitor. The visitor's footsteps were so quiet and soft that the two attendants in the church did not notice him before he made a sound.
"I told you, I won't see anyone..."
Saratan still knelt down under the tall icon of the Emperor, repenting for the price he had incurred and was about to inflict on his mistakes.
He habitually wanted to reject the impression of the clerical priest, but the voice of the visitor felt very familiar to him.
He raised his head and looked at the figure who had come to kneel beside him, and unexpectedly saw the familiar, young face of Morpheus.
"It's so good to be young..." Saratan stared at this face for a long time, and then sighed in a low voice.
"You are not old yet..." Morpheus smiled and took up Saratan's words, complimenting the old man in front of him with humility.
"No, I'm old. Time has made my eyes cloudy, and time has made my ears deaf. I should have made room for young people, instead of repenting my attachment to power and greed in this place..."
Saratan whispered his thoughts, and Morpheus listened with a smile.
After he finished speaking in Saratan, he tried to comfort the lonely old man:
"No, you are not old. Even if your body will eventually decay, you can still use your wisdom to continue to serve the emperor..."
But Saratan was obviously not affected by these words. His face gradually became serious, and his body recovered from his rickets to his former straightness.
He stood up slowly, faced Morpheus's doubtful eyes, and said slowly:
"Wisdom? I have never had that kind of wealth. It is precisely because of my ignorance that I have suffered today. I am sorry for the emperor's kindness, let alone the teachings of the saint. But now, I have only one question."
"Excuse me..." It seemed that he also sensed the anger in the old man's body, and the smile on Morpheus's face gradually disappeared.
After listening to the old man's story, he carefully gave his answer.
Saratan took a deep breath and then asked his question:
"When did you fall? In other words, who is the soul in this miserable body that I am facing at this moment?"
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