Chapter 940 Reunion

In the hot summer wind, Huaishi couldn't help but take off her dog-skin hat and start fanning herself.

Somewhat surprised.

In the blink of an eye, I went from the Central Siberian Plateau to the other side of the Russian Federation?

Is it so magical?

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the church in front of her before she realized: "Then where is this?"

"Ekaterinburg." The priest said knowingly: "The place you are at is the Church of the Spilled Blood, which belongs to the Russian Federation."

Huai Shi suddenly became numb again.

All the important offices and branches of the Russian Union Genealogy are spread across the country or overseas in the form of churches, especially in industrial areas such as the Ural region. The importance of the Church of the Spilled Blood, which is the leading one in the capital region, is evident.

Why was he suddenly thrown in front of the police station?

Did he commit a crime again?

That bitch Russell just sneaked across the country, and he even got himself involved!

He subconsciously wanted to come to the third company, but before he introduced himself, he realized that it was wrong. Even if he had not passed the customs, as an operations officer and special attaché of the Astronomical Society, he had the right to pass through the territory.

As long as he was in the current situation, the national border was almost irrelevant to him, so he sent a text message to the local branch to report it.

What are you afraid of about customs!

He coughed twice awkwardly and asked, "Well, where is the old man who came with me?"

"The bishop and Mr. Russell have important matters to discuss." The priest replied politely, "How about you wait a moment and let me entertain you?"

bishop……

Huai Shi's eyes twitched.

Well, this wave was directly intercepted by the top brass of the Russian Federation, and the old bastard Russell was overturned.

But since the opponent didn't break the cup as a sign, and three hundred Templar knights jumped out to sharpen their swords, it meant that he was still safe. As for Russell...worrying about him might as well worry about whether he turned off the faucet when he went out!

After he figured out the situation in front of him, he instantly became calm.

His eyes returned to the middle-aged priest in black with a beard in front of him, and he realized that the plain-looking priest in front of him was actually wearing a sword-shaped holy emblem.

What a Templar!

"I'm sorry, what do you call me?" Huai Shi extended his hand.

"Alexey Antonov, just call me Alexey."

The priest shook hands and replied, turning around to lead the way: "Please follow me."

In this way, Huaishi led him all the way into the church door. After passing through the hall, he turned right and walked to the back hall. Along the way, Huaishi also saw many praying believers and excited tourists taking photos.

It is unimaginable that such a place could be an important town and branch of a genealogy.

"Are there usually so many people here?" Huai Shi asked.

"After all, it is a famous tourist attraction. There will be more tourists during holidays, but all the people who come are believers, so it is inconvenient to turn them away. Besides, this is also a necessary way to expand its influence and recruit new blood."

Alexei explained calmly and opened the elevator door for Huai Shi.

When I opened it again, I saw the office building-like lobby, the staff coming and going, and the cubicles, which gave it a rather corporate atmosphere.

It's just that everyone here is more or less wearing rosary beads and holy symbols. Even though there are no slogans on the walls and there are not many religious displays, the atmosphere is still strong.

Many people were not surprised when they noticed that Huai Shi, who was dressed in fur like a bear walking around, was not surprised. Many people greeted Alexey, and it was obvious that he was highly respected and had high authority.

"Orthodox religion." Huai Shi sighed spontaneously: "This is my first time seeing it."

"It's just faith. There is nothing surprising in the face of the genealogy of the Kingdom of Heaven."

Alexey answered calmly and opened the door for him. There was actually a brand new set of clothes placed in the lounge. The shoes are attached from the inside out.

"We don't have enough time. We only have time to find these clothes from the warehouse. If the size is not suitable, please tell me - I will come back later. The WIFI password is on the wall. Please feel free to provide tea and snacks on the table."

After thoughtfully leaving a private space for Huai Shi, Alexey closed the door for him.

Huai Shi was left looking around in the room.

It can be seen that this is a guest room specially used to entertain guests. The decoration is simple, revealing the usual conciseness of the Russian Federation. It is also very clean and spotless.

After changing her clothes, Huai Shi stuffed the mess into her bag, then sat on the sofa, casually pulled out a holy book from the bookshelf next to her and read through it.

Nothing has changed from four hundred years ago.

After playing the role of Van Helsing for so long, Huai's poems can be recited by heart. Not to mention, staying in this room feels quite familiar. It has been four hundred years, and even the layout of the guest rooms has not changed much, except for the addition of WIFI.

After all, it is the orthodox inheritance of the Holy Spirit genealogy...

Hundreds of years ago, when the Ranchers were born and the gods fell, the Holy Spirit lineage fell apart.

During that turbulent and chaotic time, the Pioneer Society, the predecessor of the Astronomical Society, united with major lineages to re-lay the foundation of the current situation, thus forming the prototype of the Astronomical Society.

The Holy Spirit lineage also ushered in a complete split.

After inheriting the inheritance, Rome chose to learn its lessons and unified the Roman genealogy, the Greek genealogy and other important components, forming the current 'Pantheon' system led by the King's Hall, which isolated the prying eyes and interference of ranchers.

Another group of priests who were unwilling to disintegrate the 'God of Nothingness' guarded the holy relics and heritage of the Holy Spirit lineage, resisted the erosion of the abyss, and gradually fell into madness, or became fanatical believers of ranchers.

In the end, many church leaders who had no leader decided on the orthodox policy of moving eastward after holding the fourth council in history in Constantinople.

Under the escort of the Templars, the priests carried the last legacy of the Holy Spirit's lineage and the remains of the saints, and began their march eastward without return.

Finally, I reestablished my foothold on this piece of land.

Up to now, it has become the main body of the Russian Federation pedigree.

Inheriting the essence of the Holy Spirit lineage and most of the sacred objects, the Russian Union lineage has a profound foundation, especially among all lineages, it ranks first in military equipment.

According to statistics, there are more than 100,000 resident knights of the major Ascended Knights plus the blessed Armored Priest Corps, not to mention other reserve armies and reserve priests in various temples across the country.

It is not on such a large scale, and it cannot support the hellish crusade against ranchers every twenty years.

To some extent, the birth of the Kingdom of Heaven lineage was also influenced by the Russian Federation.

After all, these guys have proven with practical actions that as long as there is enough correction value, even the seat of nothingness can be turned into a throne. Through the correction and standardization of source scriptures such as the Holy Scriptures, the Holy Spirit is truly created, which is really amazing.

"Awaited."

When Alexey returned, he brought Huaishi a full set of documents, including a passport and driver's license certified by customs: "In the following time, you can move around freely in Yekaterinburg. If you don't like to be alone, we will Bian also has a driver and assistant for you.”

"Uh, no need."

Huai Shi waved her hand: "I'll just stay here."

Although he didn't want to get involved in Russell's troubles, the old bastard was still his direct leader and teacher. After he disappeared, Huaishi was in no mood to hang out.

It's better to just lie down in the room and have a good rest while waiting for news.

Anyway, even if Russell and he break up, he won't lose a hair.

Alexey thought for a moment and then nodded: "In that case, it's a rare trip. How about I serve as a tour guide and show you the Church of the Spilled Blood?"

"Ah this..." Huai Shi was stunned: "Is this appropriate?"

"You are the bishop's guest, and that is your fault."

Alexei smiled slightly and opened the door for him.

At the same time, Russell heard the door close behind him.

As the spreading cold wind disappeared into the void, the old man with his face covered with snowflakes and frozen stubble was thrown on a chair.

In the solemn and cold church, the door is closed.

Under the dim sunlight from the colorful windows, he saw the figure standing on the altar.

So familiar.

After a moment of silence, he coughed awkwardly: "Long time no see, Katya."

"Call me Bishop Catherine-Russell, are we so familiar with each other?"

When the female monk turned around, there was a hint of indifference and alienation in her expression.

She does not look old, she is about thirty years old, with long red hair. She is in the right age, making people instinctively feel close to her. But at this moment, it makes me feel uneasy.

Because those gray eyes were full of coldness and scrutiny.

Just like a strict mother holding a pointer when facing a child who has made a mistake.

Russell leaned back subconsciously and smiled reluctantly: "Don't say that, Katya, we haven't seen you for so many years, how are you?"

"As long as I don't have you, I'll be fine."

Bishop Catherine said coldly, "It seems that you are doing well."

"Where can I live a good life? I am alone in the ivory tower. The students are disobedient, the subordinates are not understanding, and they always misunderstand me."

Russell sighed helplessly: "Only when I'm drunk occasionally can I feel happy. Sometimes when I'm reading, I'll think of you. I keep all the books you left behind."

"Is it okay to start giving in now? Isn't it a little late?"

Ekaterina sneered: "Everyone knows that you are only interested in pornographic books."

"People change, Katya."

Russell categorically retorted: "I will change too, why don't you want to believe me?"

Before Ekaterina could speak again, the old man stood up slowly, stared at his long-lost girlfriend with his cloudy eyes, and sighed hoarsely.

"'There is no misfortune comparable to the loss of time,' isn't it?"

He said, "Katya, we have missed so much..."

"Come on, Russell."

Ekaterina responded indifferently: "No matter how you feed the wolf, its heart will always be towards the woods - believing that people like you have feelings is the worst mistake I have ever made!"

"I made a mistake too, didn't I? Sitting back and watching you convert is the biggest regret in my life, but everything is irreversible."

Russell sighed, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly chanted softly: "It is said that Lavretsky once visited the remote monastery where Lisa lived in seclusion and saw her.

As she passed from one choir stall to another, she walked past him with the even, quick, respectful step of a nun, without looking at him; only towards him. Looking at the eye on that side of him, the eyelashes trembled slightly... What did they both think about and what did they feel? who knows? Who can tell? "

In this way, reviewing the words in the famous article, Russell slowly moved forward, gently held her hands, and whispered: "Katya, there are such short moments and such feelings in life... …”

Bang!

A low muffled sound erupted, and Russell's emotional chanting came to an abrupt end. His eyes widened in disbelief and his mouth opened wide. Slowly, he fell to his knees.

Ekaterina took out her hand and straightened the wrinkles on the skirt of the nun's dress.

The slender calf that had just given Russell a hard blow on the crotch disappeared into the darkness again, as if it had never moved.

"This angle looks much more pleasing to the eye. Why didn't I notice it before?"

Ekaterina lowered her head, overlooking the embarrassed old guy at her feet, and sneered: "Let's end this boring reading sharing session, Russell."

She said, "It's time to talk about our old grudges—"