Sword of Dawn

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As the temperature rises, the frozen rivers begin to thaw, and the water frozen on the ground in the form of ice and snow melts into trickles with the power of the sun, and the trickles converge into streams and small rivers, and finally, along with the water flowing down from the mountains, The glacier water is injected into the major rivers together. As the water level rises, the number of merchant ships on the river gradually increases. Porters.

Sam is an old resident of Tanzania Town. His family’s history of settling in this mining town can be traced back to 100 years ago. It was a "mule" on the pier, and then this career was passed on from generation to generation, to his grandfather, to his father, and finally to him.

His parents and grandparents have witnessed all the changes in this town in the past hundred years, but in most of the time, the town has hardly changed—the city walls are still those walls, the trestle bridges are still those trestle bridges, the mines in the back mountains and The farmland outside the city can support a limited number of people, and the land that the lord can manage is also limited, so when a town develops to a certain scale, it may not necessarily change for a hundred years-in the whole life of Sam's grandfather, all he The greatest thing he had ever witnessed (and the thing he most often bragged about to his children and grandchildren) was that he had seen a trestle added to the pier and the lord had built a mill south of the town.

And Sam, in the past two months, he has seen three trestle bridges, two business houses, four warehouses and a new bridge go up in the southwest corner of Tanzania Town.

He felt that he might witness more things in his life than all his ancestors combined.

The ore output of Houshan has increased several times in the past two months, and the number of merchant ships on the river has also increased several times. There are also many strange machines and magic devices that have been transported into the city. It is said that this All the changes are related to the "Cecile Territory" that just appeared in the lower reaches of the White Water River.It is said that the lord reached an agreement with that Duke Gawain Cecil, and obtained huge benefits in the process, even bringing the whole town to develop...

But these things don't make sense to Sam, and he doesn't pay much attention to them, except for his work on the docks - which, thankfully, is a lot of work.

As an old resident of the town and an old man on the pier, Sam has an unusual status in this increasingly busy place. Although he is also a person who works for others and has to be assigned by the pier owner, Sam is a "mule" As their leader, there are more than a dozen people who have to obey his orders, which is the most "decent" thing he thinks.

Early in the morning, after getting out of the dark and damp hut, Sam rushed to the pier to direct the brothers to load and unload the ship.

As the water level of the Whitewater River rises, large ships have begun to berth at the pier these days. Most of these ships come from the northern Carroll Territory or the Holy Spirit Plains. The ships are full of spices, tea and fine cloth. , these things will be transported by caravan to the "civil quarter" of the town and the castle of the lord after being unloaded, and then the empty ship will be refilled, mostly ore-they will then go down the river to Cecil Well, there, the shipowners can still make a lot of money.

"Be quicker with your hands and feet! It's early in the morning, don't act like you haven't eaten!"

Sam walked on the trestle bridge that was soaked in the early morning fog, supervising the "muses" carrying the goods off the ship. His red nose was shaking restlessly in the fog, and the smell of alcohol was seducing the stomach in his belly. Glutton: In addition to the cloth, the boat in front of me is half full of good wine. One of the wine barrels probably broke when it was dangling on the river, and a lot of good wine seeped out through the opening. Good Karna wine--the captain is standing by the gangplank moaning and grimacing, he's afraid he'll have to pay the merchant a lot of money for the loss, while the gang of mules scrambling to carry the broken one Barrels - they're sure to be ready to sneak a few licks when no one's looking.

Sam shook his head. He wouldn't risk being whipped for this temptation, but he wasn't going to stop those tricksters either. Anyway, if they were lucky, they could taste the good wine and go back and brag about it. It was nothing more than being whipped twice.

Another boat approached the pier, and Sam raised his eyes and saw that the boat had high, wide decks and red-painted sides, and he was sharp-eyed, and soon saw the covers under the sides (that was the side of the cabin) position) were opened several times, and several pairs of eyes were looking out through those narrow windows.

That kind of curious and panicked look didn't look like the sailors on the ship, Sam curled his lips, he knew that those were another kind of "cargo".

It could be a slave, or a hitchhiker from the north, or whatever.

After the construction of the New Cecil Territory in the south, this kind of "cargo" has become a frequent visitor on the river. Basically, except for the days when the river is blocked in winter, several boats full of people pass here every day. I don't know how much land and food that new pioneering territory has to support so many people.

Sam doesn't really like this kind of people-carrying ship-because there is often no work to do on this kind of ship, and the owners usually take money from slave traders or the Duke "Gauvin Cecil" and are responsible for transporting people. Sent to Cecil, they stopped here in Tanzan Town just to replenish some clean water and dry food.

But maybe some shipowners are just hand-carriers, and they will have other cargo piled up in their cabins, and the slaves and refugees will sleep with the cargo-in this case, there is still something to do.

Just thinking about this, Sam saw the dock master in the distance waving to him, and then raised his hand to point to the ship with red sides that had just approached the trestle bridge. Seeing this instruction, he quickly stopped his wild thinking and speeded up. Footsteps walked towards the ship.

The boat was steady, the gangway was lowered, and a captain in a brown cotton coat came out and nodded to Sam: "Call some nimble mules, and all the wine barrels in the cabin will be unloaded."

Sam called out enough people, then jumped onto the boat by himself, followed the boss of the boat to the hatch, and after opening the cover, he looked inside.

He saw that the cabin was full of wine barrels, and there was almost no place for people to stay, and the owners he had seen before who looked at them in panic—these people were all huddled in the gaps between the wine barrels, one by one. A haggard, pale complexion.

Sam frowned. These people are too cramped to sit down and rest here, let alone lie down. I don't know where they came from, and how long they have been in this terrible environment-but there are It is obvious that these people are definitely not as valuable as those wines to the boss of the ship.

But the strange thing is that these people are not ragged slaves, nor do they look like refugees, and several of them even wear decent woolen clothes-where did these people come from?

While the boys were at work, Sam went to talk to the bosun who was standing nearby—he didn't dare speak to the owner, who was a real respectable fellow—and he asked if there were any people in the hold. Ghost or ghost, but the origin of the "boat passenger" who wears good clothes. As a person who makes a living on the pier, inquiring about some things on the ship is the capital for him to brag to others in the tavern after he returns.

"They? From the Holy Spirit Plains," the bosun spat aside, "fleeing."

"The Plain of the Holy Spirit? That's far away!" Sam showed a look of surprise, "What are they doing all this way?"

"They are all members of the Blood God Cult, and there are a few members of the Shadow Sect," the boatswain said casually, "It is said that some people in their local church have an affair with the heretics, and even those who often go to the church are suspected of being heretics, the Holy Spirit The killing of cultists on the plain is fierce, and the trial court of the Church of the Holy Light has burned thousands of people to death—these people couldn’t survive in the local area, so they turned into property and fled.”

While speaking, the boatswain shook his head: "Three people died on the road. They were thrown into the river for fear of getting sick."

When Sam heard that he had something to do with the cultists, his hairs all over his body tightened, and his eyes became awkward when he looked at the passengers in the cabin—he looked at those people, as if there were really a few cultists hidden among them like.

"Look how timid you are—these people won't disembark, and they'll have to be sent to Cecil." The bosun couldn't help shaking his head when he saw Sam's appearance, "but Cecil leads the way." It’s up to you whether you want these people, after all, they are related to heresy... If not, these people have to be thrown into the wilderness, but that’s better than burning to death.”

Sam wiped his red nose, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

He believed in the blood god.

The wind, which had already started to warm up, seemed to be cold again at this time.

At the same time, in the only Holy Light Church in Cecil, Pastor Wright finished his morning prayer.

He is a devout believer and a pastor who is keen on preaching—although many people will be deceived by his powerful appearance, but Wright himself knows that he has never been a person who likes to use force—especially Force is exerted on the heads of fellow men.

The Lord of Holy Light protects the world, and teaches the weak mortals the art of Holy Light that can heal and exorcise evil spirits, in order to protect this world, so the essence of the way of Holy Light should also be protection, not destruction - so Wright He tempered his body because he hoped that even when it was time to eradicate evil, he could use power other than holy light to strike the enemy, so as not to tarnish the power that should be used to comfort and protect people .

This is his obsession, and he knows it's a bit stupid, but he doesn't intend to change it.

But a letter sent to the church a few days ago made him a little entangled.

Wright cleaned up the prayer hall of the church, then sat in the front row of seats, took out the church letter from the Holy Spirit Plain from his arms, and read the contents on it again.

"...Evil breeds, pagans are active...the ignorant people who believe in other gods are polluting the pure belief in the world...The Lord hopes that this land will be restored to purity, and the solution is to clear away the confusion and wrong beliefs in the hearts of mortals... …

"...Therefore, anyone who does not follow the guidance of the Holy Light and who does not agree with the Lord's teachings... is a heretic..."

The white letter paper was crumpled into a ball, but it was unfolded, flattened, folded and put away.

Wright looked up at the bright skylight of the church and the statue of the Holy Light shining brightly in the sunlight of the skylight.

"Lord, do you really think so..."

Chapter 0349 The Exiled Heretic

Cecil collar, in the lord's study.

The recent population immigration report was sent to Gao Wen's desk, and Gao Wen carefully looked at every number on it, with a particularly devoted look on his face.

The situation was not much different from what he expected - after the recovery month came, a new wave of immigration began, and this time, the number of refugees who moved into Cecil Territory far exceeded the number of serfs and slaves purchased .

The news of Cecil Territory's acceptance of refugees has spread and spread throughout the autumn and winter, and now it has spread to every corner of the southern border. Even the most ill-informed common people know that the pioneering territory next to the Dark Mountains is approaching Unconditionally absorbing foreign population, and anyone on that land has the opportunity to obtain land, housing and freeman status. During the whole frosty moon stage of last year, Gawain spared no effort to promote this matter, and now he finally saw the effect.

Byron Knight released a large number of employment news in the southern border through his own mercenary channel back then, and fulfilled every transaction, so those businessmen who operated ships and convoys tasted the sweetness in the process, and also established a strong relationship with Cecil Territory. Enough trust, so the work of receiving refugees has entered a state of a virtuous circle.

Now there is no need for Byron Knights to take the initiative to send people around. There are fixed "immigrant caravans" running between various territories and doing this "new business". Those who are bold and careful and have a good relationship with mercenaries Caravan owners can find displaced people in various places or those who wish to go to Cecil Territory for various reasons. These merchants hold the license issued by the Duke of Cecil and transport these people to Cecil Territory for free. Then, according to the number of people transported, they received rewards from the government affairs hall, and even some mercenaries put down their swords, bought a few caravans and started a similar business-collecting refugees and immigrants and sending them to Cecil Territory, which is like became a business...

During this process, Gao Wen took action to rectify several acts of audacity that did not abide by the law, and executed a group of criminals who tried to traffic people or abuse immigrants. The concept of Cecil's strict laws was imprinted in the minds of those businessmen and mercenaries.

Compared with the increase in the number of immigrants, what makes Gao Wen more happy is the optimization of the occupational structure of the new immigrants-in the past year, the people who moved into Cecil Territory were basically slaves and wanderers without any skills, such as craftsmen, People like scholars would never be reduced to homelessness and slavery under normal circumstances, so this type of technical talents are all "poached" at a high price, but in the recent batches of immigrants Among the population, there have been skilled craftsmen who voluntarily moved into the territory. The appearance of these people means one thing: the attraction of Cecil Territory is increasing.

People have stubborn suspicions and prejudices about this land at the foot of the Dark Mountains. This is difficult to change in a short period of time, but Cecil Territory has indeed established a firm foothold here, and it has a special place for technical talents. Driven by generous treatment and sufficient interests, people's suspicions and prejudices will give in.

At the end of winter, Lord Cecil City had a population of more than [-]. For this era, this is already a population that can be called a "medium-sized city". In the Cecil Territory leading industrialization, these populations still have a lot of loopholes in establishing an industrial system, but now, with the increasing number of immigrant population and the continuous optimization of the immigration structure, Gao Wen's population has always been troubled. The problem finally began to gradually ease.

Putting down the report document in his hand, Gao Wen exhaled in relief, then stood up and prepared to move his body, but just as he was about to stand up, the window of the study room opened automatically, and a gust of cold wind blew into the room.

Gao Wen raised his hand and knocked on the air: "Can't you come in through the door once in a while?"

Amber's figure emerged following this brain collapse, and the half-elf lady covered her head and looked at Gawain with dissatisfaction: "Why do you Cecils like to knock people's heads? Two days ago I made a joke with Rebecca and she wants to hit me on the head with a stick—can’t you leave some good ancestors’ teachings for future generations?”

"Knocking on people's heads is not my ancestral motto, knights are better than mages," Gawain glanced at this guy, "tell me, what's going on—you should be wandering around the city fishing at this hour right."

"I was patrolling the territory for you!" Amber retorted with staring eyes, then raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the dock area, "A new boat has arrived at the dock, with a group of people on board who want to settle here... But the situation is a bit complicated, and the people at the registration office can't make up their minds, so I'll come to you."

"Is it an immigrant ship?" Gao Wen frowned, not knowing what to report about this kind of thing, "As long as it is not a vicious infectious disease patient, a few types of criminals that are prohibited from being accepted, and people who have been trafficked here, they can be directly registered and sent to the buffer camp." No? And even for the three situations I just mentioned, there should be corresponding regulations."

"The new situation," Amber spread her hands, "it's a heretic persecuted by religion..."

Gao Wen: "... Huh?"

Soon, he and Amber came to the dock area in the north of the city. On the brand-new, cement-paved pier area, he saw soldiers maintaining order, the ship owner explaining the situation to the soldiers, and those sad and haggard faces. Newcomers.

"The lord is coming! The lord is coming!"

Soon someone noticed Gao Wen's figure (the two-meter-high figure is indeed eye-catching anywhere), and the crowd gathered to watch immediately backed away while saluting. Gao Wen walked to the center of the incident. A look at the "heretical immigrant" who is obviously in a state of anxiety.

There are more than [-] of them, including men, women, and several children. They are dressed in different clothes, some are wearing ordinary burlap clothes, and some are wearing woolen coats that are quite high-end in this era. But in general, the clothes of these people should be regarded as the middle or upper class among the civilians.

And these people who should have lived a carefree life obviously went through a long and not very comfortable journey. Their faces were pale and haggard, their hair was messy and greasy, their cheeks were sunken and shivering in the cold wind. They looked at the people around them. His eyes showed panic and fear, especially when he saw Gao Wen. This was a manifestation of long-term mental tension and constant worry about life and death.

Seeing the situation of these people, and thinking of what Amber told him on the road, Gao Wen guessed what happened to these people. At the same time, these "refugees" also knelt down and saluted after confirming the status of the nobles in front of them. , the captain of the boat with a big beard in a brown coat also knelt down and said, "Master, I just sent these people over—"

Gao Wen raised his hand, and stopped the boss of the boat who was about to start arguing and fooling around: "Let's all stand up first. Where do these people come from?"

The refugees stood up, and the captain of the boat also stood up nervously, bowing in front of Gao Wen: "Master, it's from the Holy Spirit Plain."

"It's such a short distance..." Gao Wen frowned, "What's the matter with the so-called 'exiled heretics'?"

"It's too serious to say that, my lord," the boss of the boat said hurriedly, "These people ran out because someone in their local church practiced sorcery. They were afraid of being implicated and didn't dare to stay in their hometown... ..."

Gawain nodded, looked at those trembling people, and pointed to one of them: "Tell me, what's going on."

"I...we didn't do anything, but those pastors said we were the pawns of the heretics. They robbed our house...the house, and kicked us out..." Gawain chose a A strong man who looks very honest and honest, he stuttered, and he didn't know whether he couldn't help being nervous when facing the big nobles or he was born like this, "We are arresting people everywhere, burning...burning people, too...too... "

"Hey, stop talking, you stammering, you're dirtying the lord's ears!" A woman next to the man interrupted him. The woman was nervous and bowed to Gawain, "Master, we They are all honest and responsible civilians, farming or doing small businesses at home..."

"Who judged that you are the minions of the cult?" Gawain directly interrupted these people who couldn't even describe their own situation clearly, and asked a straightforward question, "Which church's pastor? What basis do they make judgments?"

"It's...the priests of the Church of the Holy Light," a man in a wool coat said, "Last winter, several families in the city were kidnapped by cultists, and the bodies were not found until a few days later. The priests and knights found the cultists hiding in the city, and after burning those cultists to death, they began to search the whole city... They said that only the Holy Light can discern the cultists hiding among ordinary people, so what they said Everyone believes it."

Gao Wen slowly frowned while listening.

Amber leaned close to him, tried her best to stand on tiptoe and whispered, "Hey, let me tell you, it might be troublesome to bring these people in..."

Gao Wen remained expressionless: "Trouble?"

"The priests of the Holy Light Sect are very difficult to deal with," Amber muttered, "and they have smarter noses than dogs, and they like to associate everything with 'evil' and 'heretical'. You put These people who were expelled by the Holy Light Sect came in, maybe they will make use of it."

"This kind of trouble doesn't matter," Gao Wen said casually, "The Church of the Holy Light has their censorship, and I have my own censorship. If you are in Cecil, you must follow Cecil's rules. Review these people according to the prescribed procedures. Call Pittman to see if there is really a magical reaction on them, and if there is no problem, just send them to the buffer camp."

Gao Wen did not believe in the "heretical judgment" made by the Church of the Holy Light, especially after hearing the experience of these people, but he would not blindly believe these refugees because of doubts about the Church of the Holy Light, so he Will confirm the identity of these people before releasing them into the city.Pittman was able to recognize the breath of the fallen druid's magic. So far, the little old man's judgment is still very accurate. He can confirm whether these people are believers of the Death of Everything, and if they are the eternal sleepers...

That's even easier. Gao Wen went back to the Internet to see if there were any unfamiliar IPs around him.

As for the Sons of the Storm... Gao Wen thinks there is no need to worry, those guys have completely retreated from the land, and now they are fighting with the deep-sea salted fish spirits in full swing.

And if they weren't members of the three major dark sects mentioned above, the remaining weak cult members would basically be unable to hide from the cross-examination and observation procedures in the buffer camp.

Chapter 0350 The Instigation of the Holy Light

After returning to the Lord's Mansion, Gawain asked Amber to bring all the information collected over the past period of time related to the activities of the Church of the Holy Light and cult members from all over the place.

Noticing Gao Wen's gloomy and serious face, Amber knew that he must have smelled something from the recent wind direction. She couldn't help being curious: "Why? Do you think the Church of Holy Light has a conspiracy?"

"It seems that letting you take care of the information is still a bit of progress." Gao Wen glanced at Amber approvingly, "You also feel something is wrong?"

Amber waved her hand: "Oh, that's not true, I just think that those gangsters are living to conspire."

Gao Wen: "..."

"Hey, let's talk about it," Amber leaned forward again with a shy face, "I really think the recent actions of the Church of the Holy Light are too radical, but this is a change that everyone can see, and it is also caused by the recent situation. The—what else do you see?"

"Since the leaders of the major sects signed the sacred covenant at the Ancestor Peak, although the various sects have different ideas and differences, they have still maintained peace for 700 years. During these 700 years, there were not times when there were no heretics-- But at that time, none of the sects targeted other orthodox religions. The Church of the Holy Light did have special advantages in fighting against evil forces and purifying corruption, while those churches that were inclined to darkness and negative were powerless when fighting against cultists. But all along, the Church of the Holy Light has been in the form of a leader, helping and guiding those vulnerable churches to fight together."

As Gao Wen spoke, he put the information in his hands aside: "This is also the most normal and correct choice, because the social functions of each sect are different. Holy Light can fight against evil, and abundance can ensure agriculture. The God of War protects soldiers, guides the order of war and rebuilds after the war, and the God of Blood restrains selfish desires and monitors contractual behavior. Human survival is not only about fighting against cultists. When there are cultists, the Church of the Holy Light steps forward. When encountering other troubles Other churches will naturally have their own value, I understand this truth, and the priests of the Church of the Holy Light should also understand it theoretically."

Amber curled her lips: "But now they are obviously suppressing other sects."

"That's right, to suppress other sects," Gao Wen nodded, "Since last autumn, as the cultists have become more active in Ansu, the Church of the Holy Light has been developing and expanding rapidly in the name of cracking down on the cultists. , and in the second half of winter, they began to suppress and crowd out those sects that did not perform well in the process of fighting against the cultists. This situation has intensified recently. The people are sometimes blind, especially in a state of panic. The cultists The threat of the threat is increasing day by day, so almost everyone tolerates and acquiesces to the actions of the Holy Light Church, and many people are even applauding."

"Those excluded churches will not just sit and wait for death," Amber said, "In many places, members of the excluded churches have already broken out head-on conflicts with Holy Light priests——Although the Holy Light Sect is large, it is not yet the world's largest First, the fighting monks and church cavalry are not unique to their family."

"I suspect... The Church of the Holy Light is just waiting for everyone to rebel." Gawain put his hands on the table and frowned, "Their rejection of other sects is too obvious and too hasty. If this incident makes me Let’s do it, I will definitely not directly suppress all heresies across the country like they do, but first win over some churches that have a higher affinity with the Holy Light, and then label those churches that are leaning towards darkness as heresies, and pull a wave Disintegrate the opponent in waves, but the behavior of the Church of the Holy Light... is not so much trying to weaken other sects slowly, but the current performance is more like forcing other sects to unite and fight them head-on Religious wars are a lose-lose..."

"No way..." Amber looked at Gao Wen suspiciously, "Maybe it's not that complicated, those priests of the Holy Light are just so straightforward and want to be reckless - after all, not everyone is like you Cunning, splitting and disintegrating, who knows the twists and turns."

"Do you think that people who can climb to the top of the church will be as heartless as you?" Gawain rolled his eyes at the half-elf, "It's not a very clever strategy to pull a wave and fight a wave. I believe that the people in power in the Holy Light Cathedral Those who read this step must have thought of this step. Now that they have not done so... I have to suspect that they are still plotting a bigger goal. Of course, it is not ruled out that the Church of the Holy Light is too confident and feels that it can rely on its own strength. Overthrow all beliefs in the world..."

While saying this, a figure couldn't help appearing in Gao Wen's mind.

Light blonde long hair, simple robes of priests, extraordinary temperament that is not human-like, and the breath of holy light that always lingers around...

That "Saint Princess", Veronica Moon...

Does she, who is in the top ranks of the Holy Light Church and also a member of the royal family, have anything to do with the current activities of the Holy Light Church?What role did she play in this process?If she was behind all these changes, then Cecil should pay attention when dealing with that "Saint Princess"...

The Holy Light Cathedral, the Great Hall of Light, the pure holy light hovers above the dome of this hall, and the surface of the dome depicting the scene of the kingdom of God is coated with a slightly rippling, water-like halo, brilliant Brilliant as always.

The bishops reported the recent progress of eradicating evil and suppressing heresy in various parts of the kingdom. Their calm and steady voices were like the holy light floating on the dome, but the content of their reports was not as peaceful as their voices.

"Your Majesty, the number of evil cultists purified by the Holy Light is increasing day by day, and the power of the Lord has been demonstrated, but those stubborn and ignorant pagan believers are becoming new troubles," said a bishop wearing a high crown. Boulder City, since the Blood God Church secretly controlled by the cultists was demolished, a large number of pagan believers who believed in the Blood God refused to accept the correct belief, refused to accept baptism, purification, and reform, and those believers were expelled from the city , but wandered around in the wilderness, turned into robbers and attacked the priests we sent out to spread the Holy Light."

Another bishop went on to say: "A similar situation also occurred in the Western Plains. After being exiled, believers of the God of Shadow began to attack our priests, and even ordinary believers of the Holy Light. They caused a lot of panic in the local area. "

The old Saint Ivan III raised his eyelids slightly, and there was no emotion in his voice: "Their actions are confirming our verdict, aren't they?

"Being exiled proves that they are suspicious, and we give them a chance to convert, which is to give them a chance to prove their innocence. Of course, people who have not been infected by evil will not be afraid to embrace the Holy Light, afraid to embrace the Holy Light." Light is the proof of falling into evil.

"They became robbers, attacked priests, attacked innocent people, and refused to embrace the Holy Light before and refused to convert. This proves that they are indeed evil people. As long as we point this out, the world will naturally distinguish right from wrong."

"Your wisdom has cleared our confusion," the bishop who spoke first lowered his head, "I will follow your will."

Then the bishops continued to report on the progress of expanding the church knights, the increase in the number of believers, the spread of the Holy Light belief in various regions, and the progress of the newly implemented "ransom" to gather money...

St. Ivan III lowered his eyelids, as if falling into a deep sleep, and seemed to be still awake listening to the reports one after another. The rumbling voices of the bishops echoed in his ears, which was in harmony with the greater and more powerful voice in his mind. The unfathomable, more vast and boundless sound of the holy sound became one piece. The aging old pope used a small part of his brainpower to pay attention to the voices of the bishops, but used most of his brainpower to listen carefully to the voice from the depths of his spiritual world—— —