Chapter 417: Violette

Chapter 417 – Violet
The requirements for its clergy of the God of Light faith, which is spread across the nations of mankind, will vary depending on the region and sect, but there are a few generalizations, such as high-level clergy not being able to get married, not being able to consume alcohol during non-major festivals, and maintaining a simple and plain materialistic life, and so on.

Of course, this is only on the surface, in fact, in addition to the original abbot of the North Shore Abbey, the current Archbishop of the Northwest Anderson, Paul has never seen a senior clergyman who lives a simple and simple life.

But to set wine on the table with a big grin in front of someone he didn’t know well was too ……

“Fermented grape juice …… Yes, fermented grape juice, haha.”

Violette felt that the lord’s description was giving him a step down, but he could only take Paul’s words as a step down now.

“Lord Earl, please take a seat, and the beautiful Miss Sertia, please take a seat as well.”

Seeing that Violette entertained so attentively, Paul secretly laughed in his heart, if he knew that this beautiful young lady in front of him was a witch, he didn’t know how he would react, that scene must be very interesting.

“Have you been to Sente recently?”

He chatted with Violet.

“Oh, I just visited Lord Anderson there last week.”

“How is that old gentleman’s health these days.”

Violette had a sad look on her face, “It’s a worrying situation, the Archbishop hasn’t been in good health for the last few years, ever since he was imprisoned once by that cursed Maltz Kent.”

Paul shook his head, “What a saddening thing.”

“Yes, saddening.”

After following some sighing, Violet immediately revealed a hint of joy, “But fortunately, there are Wozzie and other lords who assist from the side, which allows the church’s affairs to run normally.”

Wozzie? Paul’s heart was blocked, in the information he knew, this was a person who was corrupt to the core.

Poor Anderson, he wouldn’t have suffered some kind of doggone drama.

Never mind, his own hand couldn’t reach that far yet.

“What do you think of Archbishop Anderson as a person.”

Hearing Paul ask this, Vava Ouellette froze in her heart before carefully saying, “Lord Anderson serves the Heavenly Father devoutly and is well versed in all the essentials of the Holy Scriptures, so naturally, the person is extremely good.”

Paul then asked, “Recently, someone proposed to me that in order to promote the development of medicine to better serve the world, doctors should be allowed to deconstruct corpses, what do you think? What would be the attitude of our Archbishop if he knew about it?”

“My God, this is blatant sacrilege!”

Violette rose from her seat in shock.

“Huh?” Paul’s eyes glazed over.

“Ah, I mean, this …… this …… this goes against tradition and doctrine, doesn’t it. My lord, isn’t it that madman Ward, the city’s doctor? He and that student of his named Susan are always preaching some shocking heresy.”

As annoying as it was, there was little Violet could do with these two, as Susan’s grandfather, Peter Sr, was an official of the city hall.

He surmised that the lord was probably in favor of the proposal. Sure enough, he heard Paul say, “There is no tradition in the world that is not set in stone. As for the doctrine, I remember that there is no provision in the Canon that says you can’t drink on weekdays, but I don’t know when there was this provision in the church, and this …… seems to have changed.”

Hearing the lord deride him again with this matter, Violet’s face was slightly embarrassed. At the same time the heart is also spitting, yes, the canon is only a book to regulate the words and deeds of believers, the content of the area of a few hundred pages is not so wide, in the end it is the latter days which SB added so many additional rules and regulations, especially for their clergy, eating, drinking and pulling all have to be managed by one hand.

“But if it is Lord Anderson you are inquiring about, his old man there will surely object.”

Violette put her palm on her mouth, bowed her body and mysteriously whispered, “Lord Earl let me tell you, Lord Anderson is just as strict with himself as he is with the people below him, all the canonical rules are harshly enforced by him, and the time when he first took office messed up everyone’s lives.”

Fortunately, he has been sick since then, this sentence Violet did not say out.

“It’s not that I’m casting aspersions, everyone thinks so in private. All in all, with a character like his, he would certainly have strongly objected to the desecration of the remains of the dead.”

It was within Paul’s expectation that the curmudgeonly archbishop would object, but Violette’s attitude surprised him a little.

From the looks of it, Violette’s clergyman seemed to be only habitually opposed when he heard about things like body desecration, but never opposed it from principle, he was the kind of person who was not very “firm”.

John Morrison, who stayed at the North Shore Abbey as a vice-abbot, was also like that; they stayed in the church not so much to follow their faith as to make a living as a profession.

Oh, there is also the North Shore Abbey’s real abbot, Anderson’s disciple, the abbey’s big and small things are thrown to the vice abbot Anderson, his own whole day obsessed with the observation of flowers and plants, recently in the mention of Paul began to plant peas, to find out the change rule of traits between their different generations, obviously a theologian but doing the things of the biologists, huh, just as the other time and space of another famous priest.

I wonder what percentage of “enlightened” clergy like them can be found in the Northwest Church.

“Violet ……”

Paul was just about to say something when a man burst in from outside, the same deacon from earlier.

He looked at Paul with urgency and bowed with an apologetic face. Then turning to Violet, he said, “My lord, that Hershey is here again.”

Violette had a displeased look on her face, “It’s that country bumpkin again, hurry up and coax him away, can’t you see that I’m entertaining my honored guest?”

As soon as his words fell, there were sounds of pushing and shoving from outside, and people yelling “I must see Lord Violet today.”

In front of Paul, Violet looked embarrassed and her face began to redden.

Paul smiled, “Violet, let the people in to meet them.”

“My lord, you don’t know ……”

Without waiting for Violet to respond, the man outside barged in on his own.

“Too rude! Too rude!”

Violet was furious at the visitor, pointing at the visitor in a furious manner, “Hershey, you barged in without my permission and disturbed my honored guest, look at you now, is there even a little bit of cultivation as a clergyman?”

Paul looked at the visitor and saw that the other man was a big man, with rough skin and rough joints on his hands, as if he had been laboring for years, although his beard had been carefully trimmed, and a clean pair of priest’s robes that indicated that he was a member of the clergy, but the robes were covered with patches.

Compared to Violette next to him, he was more like an old country farmer than a priest.

(End of chapter)