Chapter 416 – The New Church in Port Fourchon.

Chapter 416 – A New Church in Port Fourchon

Paul spent the morning touring the weaving workshop, and at ten minutes past noon, he declined the workshop owner’s offer to stay and returned to the town hall with Ladi, while Servia excused herself to return to the alchemy store on her own.

On the way, Paul asked Lardy, “I say, did you spend all night investigating that store?”

Lardy nodded and said, “Yes, otherwise how dare I let you in.”

“Hard work.”

“It is what I should have done. Still, Lord Graiman, I would caution you to be aware of the threat of the Church and be fully prepared for them to find out that you are taking in spellcasters.”

“Well, I naturally know this, but you can rest assured that according to the tradition we have always had in the Northwest Bay, history recognizes witches, and as long as they haven’t done anything that actually harms the society, it’s merely imprisonment, and they won’t be put to the stake without moving.”

Actually, I was more worried about you, Lardy muttered inwardly.

Ever since the formation of the Customs Union, Paul had been at the head of the lords of the Northwest Bay, and if anyone found out that he had done something dishonorable, it would definitely have an impact on his status.

“Hey, up ahead is the new church of Richland Harbor!”

Lardy was thinking about something in her mind when she suddenly heard Paul say in a loud voice.

“Speaking of which, the first time we met was in the church in Fullan Harbor… and you dropped hints on me, haha.”

A look of reminiscence appeared on Paul’s face, but the church he was talking about was not the one in front of him, the church where they met at that time had been converted into a town hall because it was located in the center of the town, and the one in front of him had been built not long after that.

Lardy smiled, fate was truly marvelous, who would have thought that what she had thought to be an ordinary adventure a few years ago would become a major turning point in her life.

Paul pointed to the building in front of him, “I haven’t been inside this church yet, come along and have a look inside?”

“Yes, Lord Gleeman.”

So the two men and a group of attendants stepped up the steps and walked into the doors of the church.

“It’s quite opulent.” Paul lamented.

The interior of the church was dominated by a golden yellow color, the imposing dome hung high above, the walls were painted with exquisite frescoes, and a sculpture dotted between the cloisters on both sides.

The hall’s western position placed a huge flaming stone sculpture, that is a holy object symbolizing the Lord of Light, a group of people are surrounding the stone sculpture kneeling on the ground reciting words under their breath, it looks like they are praying.

A burst of chanting and singing sounds floated in the hall, and it did sound a bit sacred.

In comparison, the old church from a few years ago could only be described as shabby, and it looked like the gradual prosperity of the Northwest Bay in the past few years had also allowed the church to gain a lot of benefits.

Not far away, a clergyman saw this line of people came in and did not go to pray in front of the holy relics, also not to throw money in front of the donation box, just wandering around, and from time to time also pulled some believers to ask questions, the heart is slightly unhappy.

He recognized Paul as the leader at once, and looking at the posture of this large group of people, he guessed that they were also a person of status, and it was not good to have a fit, so he came to him with small steps, smiled and said, “This gentleman, may I ask what you came to the church to do? Please don’t interfere with other people’s activities.”

“Who is in charge here?”

“It is Lord Violet.”

Hearing Paul ask this, the deacon became more and more displeased, because he felt that the other party’s tone had a vague hint of condescension.

“Oh? It’s still him, then I’d like to see Father Violette.”

Paul made the request, he vaguely remembered the priest’s appearance, the other had called on him before he came to Port Fullan to take over the church. However, seeing that the deacon in front of him didn’t recognize him, he didn’t want to reveal his lordship, so he didn’t ask the other party to directly call out Violette.

“This …… May I ask your name?”

“I know him, just say that a deceased person from Lake Town wants to see him, describe my appearance and he will know.”

“Yes, please wait a moment.”

Although it was strange that the other party refused to divulge his name, but seeing that the other party’s tone was so calm, he might really be a close friend of Lord Vaoret, the deacon thought so while hurriedly running to the back of the lobby.

Vaoret was in his forties, born from a noble family in the Northwest Gulf, and when he was dispatched by the diocese three years ago to serve as a priest in Port Fullan, he once thought that he was being marginalized, because at that time, Arda was the most backward territory in the Northwest Gulf.

But I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t.

In just a few short years of work, this land under his feet had changed drastically, and his seat had become something that other colleagues were incredibly keen on. “This must be the Lord of Light’s reward for my years of hard service.”

Today, he once again sat in his office and let out such a sentiment.

However, he had recently heard some whispers, and it appeared that someone was plotting to transfer him from Port Fullan.

Outrageous, these despicable and shameless villains were trying to take away the glory that the Heavenly Father had inflicted on him.

Hmph, but it’s just a delusion, as long as he walks around in front of Prelate Watts, who is in charge of the diocese’s personnel, more often ……

“Lord Violet.”

“Yes?”

One of the church’s deacons hurriedly ran over to interrupt his thoughts, making him a bit unhappy.

“There is a man outside who claims to be your late friend from Lakeheart Town to see you in detail.”

“A deceased person from Lakeheart Town? What is his name?”

The deacon shook his head, “The other party seems unwilling to say.”

“How rude.” Violet rubbed her chin in retrospect, “It can’t be someone I have some sort of beef with. I don’t seem to have much of a …… wait, how old is that person? What did it look like?”

“A youth, looks like seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair ……”

“Lord!” Violette popped up from her chair and ran outside in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a dumbfounded deacon.

Paul was standing by the wall listening to the female counselor’s artistic appraisal of a mural, and he kept nodding his head in agreement as if he knew what he was talking about, and then he saw a rich, middle-aged priest trotting all the way over.

“G …… G …… Lord, you are here.”

Violet didn’t call out Paul’s last name because it suddenly occurred to him that since Paul hadn’t told the deacon his name, he probably didn’t want to reveal his identity.

“It’s been a long time, Father Vaunlette.” Paul greeted him while stopping his curtsy.

“Haha, it’s quite a long time. Is there something important for Your Excellency to visit my church today?”

“It’s nothing particularly important, I just happened to be passing by today and remembered that I haven’t visited this new church yet, so I came in to take a look. Upon asking you still work here, so I stopped by to pay a visit.”

“A visit? I wouldn’t dare. My lord, let me be your guide and lead you on a tour.”

Paul waved his hand, “No need, I’ve been around the lobby about as much as I can. Let’s chat for a while, I want to learn about some recent events in the Northwest Diocese, do you have a place here?”

“Yes, please come to my office in the back parish.”

“Go!”

Guided by Violette, Paul and the others arrived in a very luxurious room, which looked like it was his office.

Looking at the decorations inside, Paul’s heart was sour for a while, ooh ooh, although this guy is a clergyman, but he is quite good at enjoying life, better than the place where I have my office as a lord.

What’s that red bottle? What is that red bottle?
Sharp-eyed Paul saw a thing that is a bit “out of place” here.

When Violet saw Paul staring at something on the table, she exclaimed in her heart that it was not good.

He hurriedly put it away in a hurry.

“Father, that’s ……”

“Ahhhhh? My lord, that’s …… that’s ……”

Seeing the priest’s embarrassed look, Paul’s heart burst with amusement and his face showed a derisive expression.

Paul tilted his head slightly and asked with a smile, “Fermented grape juice?”

(End of chapter)