Chapter 102 Rest Time (XIV)

In a small room in the central church, the hooded priest pushed the door open and looked at the male priest standing in front of the table, facing the large map of the entire Teran.

He walked to him carefully, fearing to disturb his thinking.

The leader of the Holy Advent Sect.

The male priest's eyes were focused on the large structural blueprint, and it took a long time before he saw the hooded priest who pushed the door open.

The hooded priest saluted the male priest, and the male priest also saluted him.

After a round of greetings, they began their real communication.

"Do you have any information about the attitude of the patriarch and bishops towards us?"

"The patriarch and bishops of the Discipline Sect are extremely opposed to our actions."

The hooded priest shook his head and apologized for it.

"This is the Holy City, this is normal."

The male priest sighed, and his finger fell on the symbol of the Holy Advent Sect in front of him, a medal made of gold-plated iron, cold and hard.

I felt a rare sense of relief in my heart.

Even if God does not exist, they still have to live according to the commandments. This is the attitude of most priests in this city.

God may not be a part of their lives, but the commandments are integrated into every chapter of their lives.

"Your Highness did not oppose our actions, nor did he show any support."

The hooded priest recalled the scene at that time. It was ridiculous that the flyer was not even handed to the Pope by him, but the Pope took the flyer from him.

The old Pope in his casual clothes saw them, and they immediately felt guilty like a child who had done something wrong facing the teacher. They wanted to leave the sight of the man who was closest to God. Their legs were trembling with fear. The other party came over and comforted them softly, and took the flyer from their hands.

Then, then they left.

From beginning to end, the Pope did not say any extra words to them.

"It doesn't matter. Your Highness will need to look directly at us."

The male priest nodded and set his sights on the wall of books behind him.

All new technologies and knowledge are not allowed in this city. Their magic and rune research can only be developed within a very limited scope. No, that is not development, it can only be called use.

Thousands of new inventions are born in this city every year.

But the male priest knows what those so-called new inventions are. They use the templates made by their predecessors, like children assembling jigsaw puzzles, to piece them into different shapes.

Combination, piece together.

Just like jigsaw puzzles, no matter how they piece them together, they only have so many modules.

All they can do is learn the knowledge that has been developed in the library.

Curiosity and thirst for knowledge are poison. If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. The Holy Adventists seek to move forward, want to explore unknown technologies, and understand the essence of the world. Tran is just a level 5 city... This is the level division told to them by those outsiders, and their current city is level 5.

The male priest does not know why there is such a classification. These are all information brought to them by outsiders. They slowly piece together a roughly correct picture from it, just like piecing together the knowledge in ancient books.

Each different technological stage is divided into levels.

But when they want to learn from these outsiders why they are a level 5 city, these people's answers are varied, and the information is so messy that even their smartest priests can't summarize more effective information.

This is not a bad thing. The priests suddenly found that they are special and were happy for a while.

But what is upward? What should a level 6 city look like?

Let this holy city, which has been stable for thousands of years in the commandments, shine with the glory of the new century. They can do it, so that everyone can enjoy the same life as the upper-class citizens, just need new technology... to explain the essence of divine arts... This is an honor that is enough to erode the commandments.

For those priests who want to develop new technologies, priests who want to understand this world in depth.

The church will expel them, expel them from the holy city, and forever prohibit them from setting foot in the holy city.

But the holy city is their hometown, and they are not malicious.

Until the appearance of those outsiders, the outsiders accidentally revealed, or perhaps they intentionally revealed.

There is no goddess of light, no goddess of life... and all gods in this world.

This is nothing. As far as the male priest knows, even several patriarchs of the Holy City believe that gods do not exist. It does not involve progress. Tran is particularly open-minded about everything.

But the fatal thing is not whether the gods described by these outsiders exist or not. They are already very experienced in this issue. It is that these outsiders actually show them the possibility of the future. The priests got a clearly drawn blueprint of the future from their mouths.

It is a beautiful future that they have never seen... before.

The divine art shows that they are not lying.

The priests would rather admit that they are lying.

The Guardians do not have any opinion on their behavior. They are nominally directly under the Pope and accept the dispatch of the Privy Bishop.

As the hooded priest said, the Pope did not express his opinion on them.

The various patriarchs have different reactions to their behavior, opposing, supporting, and not caring. They are not united. Beyond the commandments, there are interests.

No one stopped the expansion of the Holy Adventists.

They grew, expanding exponentially within a few months, gathering a number of people he dared not even imagine.

The male priest sighed.

The attitude of the top leaders towards them was so unclear that he gradually became confused about his own plan. If they could show some of their attitudes, even if they were against it, he would feel more at ease than now.

He knew that he did not want to leave the Holy City. He wanted the Holy City to become more advanced and prosperous, and then the spread of these technologies would help other city-states and free them from famine and hardship.

Even if it was just a little bit, it would be good to make the Holy City progress slowly, and build this city bit by bit.

Everyone can live a life without worries about food and clothing.

Can the Holy City have a place for those who want to do research?

Pursuing ideals means being expelled from their hometowns, and staying in their hometowns to enjoy a stable life means not being able to conduct their own research. He did not understand why the laws interpreted by the Pope would have so many technical restrictions.

They did not ask for too much.

"Mr. Antonio, I'm leaving first. They're still waiting for me."

In this silence, the hooded priest also sighed and said goodbye to the male priest.

The male priest, or Antonio, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the commandments and law code, and softly swore his ideal to the god in his heart, praying that the goddess of light would give him enlightenment, find the true path from the fog, and pray that he could have a happy ending.

Antonio still remembered the day when his scholar father led him to the cathedral ten years ago. It was a sunny day and a holy day celebration. They walked through the corridor to the hall. The ceiling of the hall was colorful glazed, reflecting the brightest color under the sun.

In the center of the glazed roof, a stream of light descended, covering every child who came forward to take the oath.

That day, under the gaze of the Pope, he swore to the goddess of light according to the commandments and law code, saying that he would become a priest in the future. The Pope looked at him kindly, touched his head, and gave him a commandments and law code.