After understanding that this book contained divinity, Ryan also opened his eyes wide.
But compared to these missionaries, it's still a little worse.
Archbishop Adriana said sincerely to Ryan:
"Baron Ryan, you must be the one favored by our Lord. Perhaps you should not be a noble, but a devout believer. I believe that your future will not be inferior to mine, and you will even become Cardinal faster than me."
Ryan's eyes became wary, what the hell, you don't want me to be a noble?
Thinking of myself who had just climbed out of bed, Ryan would never want to go to the Church.
It is said that devout believers must abstain from sex, but this is not acceptable.
"Archbishop is serious, I am the blood of Clayton, and I am the Baron of the empire."
Ryan refused righteously, leaving these missionaries helpless.
"This book... I can accept it."
Ryan said reluctantly, and then spoke again.
"But this book is not of great value to a noble like me, so you still need to compensate me with other things."
Hearing Ryan's subordinate Morning Radiance Bible, Archbishop in front of him pretended that he had not heard what was behind him, and glanced at a missionary, who took out a crystal ball the size of his head from somewhere.
Inside the crystal ball, there are thirty transparent glass tubes. They should not be glass, Ryan thought, but at least they are similar products, storing milky white liquid.
"This is thirty copies of Holy Water. It can heal all injuries. Even if the heart is pierced, as long as the person is not completely dead, the glory of our Lord can save the person."
They are all missionaries, and theoretically every missionary is burdened with an obligation, which is to preach as the name implies.
What is the reason why the Church has been successful for so many years? It is because in this world where human life is worth nothing, the Church's Healing Art is the best doctor in the world.
Holy Water is the top version of Healing Art. Of course, these missionaries who come from afar to try to preach will not be without this kind of thing.
In short, it is very precious.
Ryan happily accepted thirty copies of Holy Water, and then called out not far away.
"Bilder!"
The wind and snow are freezing. In this hot summer, the sky at Northlands is still windy and white snow is howling.
A group of several people were walking in the rugged and winding foothills. Bilder's face was a little pale. Fortunately, the Divine Art dropped by the missionary next to him protected him from being hurt by the cold winter.
Finally, the group came to a depression, and part of Ash could be vaguely seen under the white snow.
This place is not disturbed by wind and snow, so it is a peaceful place. Many wild beasts choose to die here before dying, so there are many skeletons of wild beasts around.
"This is it."
Bilder pointed at Ash and said.
"In Frozen Earth Territory, there is nothing that my master does not know, so that Father Buffett was discovered by us. The master arranged for us to bring him here, cremate and bury him. The master said that this is the tradition of the Church, which indicates the determination of the great Deities to resist the cold winter of Northlands."
"Of course his followers will turn into blazing flames to fight against the cold wind and snow."
There is a tradition of ghosts, even the Church is willing to be buried in peace.
But when he thought of Baron Ryan, he understood the meaning of that sentence in the Bible at a glance. These missionaries, who had already been boosted in favorability, did not complain at all, and were even very pleased.
"Master Baron is right. The glory of our Lord, Eternity, can withstand the frost of Northlands without falling. Naturally, we as believers do the same."
"But this is not the Church's tradition. Alas, the empire is too far away from the Church. Lord Baron doesn't understand the greatness of the Church at all."
The missionary was a little sad.
"Even if Father Buffett's body is still there, it cannot be sent back to the Church Holy Mountain. Perhaps, this is the best outcome for him."
Red-haired Woman Archbishop looked at the butler Bilder.
"Is this really what Baron Ryan said?"
"Of course."
"Perhaps... this is why he can easily decipher Divine Language."
"Perhaps, the reason why my Lord has never been able to wake up is because the Church has never done anything to truly help our Lord in so many years."
Archbishop said this in his heart, feeling a lot of affection for Ryan.
She looked at the wind and snow Northlands Eternity, and it seemed that... something had changed in her heart.
"By the way, since Lord Baron has discovered Father Buffett a long time ago, why didn't you tell us before?"
One of the missionaries was a little confused. He was the oldest, and he had also taken out Holy Water and handed it to Ryan before.
"Hey!"
"What do you know? My master is not without enemies in the empire. If others find out that we cremated the missionary's body according to the tradition of the Church, wouldn't that give them a clue?"
"My master was very scared the day Count Weiss left."
For a moment, several missionaries felt a little guilty. Indeed, the suppression of the Church within the empire was too severe.
They heard that the once prosperous Gargoyle Count family had not made its voice heard on the mainland for many years. They even saw Gargoyle becoming the other party's bodyguard in Marquis of Northwind's territory.
That was the life closest to an angel, the Church's friend.
Now he has to please Marquis of Northwind in order to gain the empire's trust.
"The glory of our Lord will surely illuminate this dark land."
The missionaries chanted silently and were pious in their hearts.
On the other side, Archbishop has released Divine Art, and the light that shrouded a hundred meters shrank to less than ten meters, covering Ash under the snow.
After a long time, this Archbishop had angry eyes.
"Archbishop, how did Father Buffett die?"
Bilder also opened his eyes wide. He wanted to see clearly how these the Church clergy knew the truth about the priest's death. The master was very interested in this matter.
As a steward, he certainly showed great enthusiasm for this.
But after watching it for a long time, he didn't understand the meaning of Divine Art.
"Father Buffett... died of heart hemorrhage. Something penetrated his heart."
"The time of his death... cannot be determined."
Divine Art is not omnipotent, and this Archbishop can only get this little information.
She looked at Ash buried in the snow.
Unfortunately, if the body was still there, the exact time of death would be known, and the error would not even be more than two hours.
But now she doesn't care much about this matter.
"Someone killed Father Buffett."
"Is this Divine Art so powerful?"
Ryan was extremely surprised. If most of the Church's missionaries could release this kind of Divine Art, wouldn't everyone be a forensic doctor?
"But why does dying from a punctured heart sound so familiar?"
Ryan looked at his chest. He once had a wound that pierced his heart.