Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Every era has its own trace.

Alexander didn't know what kind of mark he would leave in history.

careerist?

Changemaker?

A promoter of history or a cruel and tyrannical feudal monarch?

These titles can be poured on his head, but they are all wrong.

This is an era where darkness is about to fade, dawn is coming, and Alexander is fortunate and unfortunate to see and touch the pulse of this era, and even makes it more intense.

The time for religious imprisonment of the people's thoughts has passed. People begin with art, and then gradually begin to examine the long night that has passed in their hearts.

The whole of Europe seems to be restless, and almost all people of insight are constantly reflecting on the existence of the church and the rationality of the dogmas that have bound the minds of people for many years.

This is an era that scares the church, excites feudal monarchs, and makes ordinary people feel dazed.

An era of wars and chaos, all of us are facing a precarious situation.

Such chaos will continue for a long time, and even many people will not enjoy peace and stability for a lifetime.

Being born in such an era is unfortunate for all living beings, but for those who have great ambitions and the strength to realize their ambitions, it is a paradise given by God.

Alexander had time to think about these things cranky, because he was in a slowly moving carriage.

As the carriage wobbled on the road, his head also wobbled, which made it easy for people to fall into a trance of half asleep.

It is really in such an environment that he has time to think about these things that he rarely thought of before.

Not far in front is the cathedral of the city of Toledo. From the strange atmosphere in the city after entering the city, it can be seen what kind of general significance their arrival has for Toledo.

The Toledo did not know who was coming, but they noticed something strange from the soldiers who hurried over. Many people opened the window and looked at the street, trying to find something, but they were disappointed but did not look To the emergence of big names.

People don’t know that while they still can’t help guessing, an inconspicuous carriage has passed by them, passing through the narrow and winding streets, and the horse-drawn carriage struggling towards the cathedral on the hillside. A little bit closer.

Toledo is a mountain city. Although the location of the whole city is not high, the streets are also high and low due to the overlapping hills and complex terrain.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a step leading up to it. From here it was necessary to walk until it reached the square in front of the cathedral.

This is also the deliberate design when the cathedral was built. No matter who it is, it is necessary to walk to the cathedral on foot, which makes people feel awe of this place.

Thinking of seeing the Pope had to climb these seemingly never-ending steps on foot, Alexander suddenly understood why Toledo was once regarded as one of the pilgrimage sites by the Iberians.

The steps here are actually a metaphor for the hardship of Jerusalem.

Obviously, Isabella always likes to force the habit of creating auspicious things in her own country, and it seems that she has only inherited others.

Thinking of this, Alexander started walking up the steps, and next to him Shelle stared at the houses on both sides of the road with vigilance.

Schell actually did not approve of Alexander coming to Toledo alone and involved in danger. He was the head of the Duke's servant and shouldered the responsibility of protecting the Duke's safety, but Alexander's boldness and stubbornness made him feel helpless.

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous at all," Alexander comforted Sher, who was staring around. "The only reason to kill someone is that it's good for me. At least I can't think of killing me. What are the advantages of people, why should they do this?"

Shermer didn't say anything but just stared around. He knew that it didn't really make much sense. If the Toledo really wanted to be detrimental to the Duke, with the few people they now follow beside the Duke, once an accident happened, It was just a little delay.

Thinking of this, Hill fell helplessly on the tight shoulders.

Despite the scorching sun above the head, but several people stood in front of the Cathedral of Toledo. They looked at the horizon at the end of the square. Although no one spoke, they actually had their own concerns.

According to the responsibilities of the Castilla church, the cathedral of Toledo is actually the real Castilla church.

The ecclesiastical group headed by the bishops, not just the archbishop, is the highest church authority in Castileia, which is the reason why Toledo enjoyed the lofty status for many years until the Isabella couple moved to the capital.

It's just that everything has changed as the Isabella couple moved.

In fact, the Castilian church had an intangible division after the capital was moved.

Coincidentally, the meeting of noble elders has also been severely weakened. Emerging nobles have no minimum respect for the meeting of elders. This noble system derived from the ancient customs of Iberia is facing huge challenges with the strength of the royal family.

It is for this reason that this meeting is not a secret.

There was considerable disagreement among the Toledo people about how to receive the duke from afar.

Many people think that it should be kept as confidential as possible. After all, overly blatant dealings with the Duke is likely to irritate Ferdinand completely.

Andalusia is far from Toledo, but Ferdinand's people are very close.

The distance from Madrid to Toledo is about 40 miles. This distance is not very close, but it is not far enough to make Toledo forget.

On the horizon leading to the long steps below the square, a few shaking black spots appeared first, and then several figures rose slowly, appearing in the eyes of the waiting people.

"The people followed his actions and became his servants and friends."

The archbishop of the sect suddenly sighed with exclamation, and several members of the sect wearing robes glanced at him.

"What we are doing now is the way that has been guided. Everyone, we are now acting according to the will of God." The archbishop looked at the others. He noticed that some people still seemed unmoved, but more people looked at the figure. His eyes are full of daze.

"It's time for us to meet the Duke," said the Archbishop. He didn't go far, but stood two steps forward to the edge of a piece of black marble.

On the marble, there is a low-footed wooden couch covered with purple down blankets.

But the action of the Archbishop made many people's expressions wrong. Everyone was quiet at this time, waiting for that moment to come.

Alexander walked slowly across the square. His eyes glanced over the bishops waiting for him. When his eyes fell on the purple velvet couch in front of the archbishop, his face showed a playful look.

When there were more than a dozen steps before the bishops of the Order, Alexander stopped.

His eyes glanced at everyone in front of him, and he paused a little when he saw a face, as if he was looking at these people carefully, and then he finally took a step forward.

Everyone seemed to hear his heart beating at this moment.

Then the relief of the bishops' faces was relieved.

The Archbishop of the Order also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed the cross beside him and imagined how he should treat the Duke next.

It should be kind, not too excessive, otherwise it will cause his dissatisfaction, then it will not be easy to get along with in the future.

No, it's still more majestic. The people of the Astamala family were too arrogant in the past, so let him know whether it's the church in Castile or not.

The archbishop thought so, but there was still a smile on his face.

But his smile only lasted for a little while, and then a move by Alexander made the bishops of the sect completely dumbfounded.

Stretching out his hand, he pointed to the ground in front of his toes without hesitation, and Alexander looked silently at the people on the opposite side.

The archbishop looked incredulously at the young man opposite.

The sun above the head was hot, and the trees in the distance gave out a tweet that sounded like "Wla La La", and the whole square seemed to be on fire.

But none of this can be compared with the mood of the bishops of the Order.

The bishops' hearts seemed to be tormented on the fire. The sweat on some people's faces flowed into the collar along the neck, and some people stiffened completely because of the wet clothes.

But even so, no one moved.

Everyone looked at the place where Alexander's right finger was pointing, and then his eyes fell on the seemingly dazed archbishop.

The archbishop's gaze fixed on Alexander's fingertips, and then descended along an invisible extension line, and landed on the ground in front of him.

It is no different from the ground in front of the archbishop, it is also gray marble, but everyone knows that two different places have very different meanings.

The archbishop’s gaze fixed on the ground finally turned back. He raised his head and stared at Alexander with furious eyes, as if to see from his face whether the arrogance and rudeness he was now showing were sincere, or just bluffing.

Unfortunately, the archbishop soon discovered that this speculation was completely useless in this young noble.

Alexander looked calm. When the archbishop stared at him, he did not remove his eyes at all, but only looked back quietly.

There was silence in the square. No one made a noise except for the rhythm of the wings.

The archbishop's face gradually began to turn red. He didn't expect that a meeting that would show the perfect authority of the church would become what it is now.

What should he do?

Because the anger ended the meeting immediately?

Or is it simply for people to catch this Ferdinand's rival and send it to Bari Lidod?

Maybe that can repair the relationship with Ferdinand?

Such thoughts quickly flashed over the archbishop's heart, and the command to catch the person in front of him almost blurted out.

But the archbishop did not speak at all.

He gently paused the cross in his hand, and the copper-clad rod head muffled on the ground.

A priest immediately took a few steps forward. He first stopped a little next to the archbishop and listened to his orders, and then hurried through the steaming square to the front of Alexander.

"Your Highness, follow..."

The priest who had just opened his mouth was stopped by Alexander raising his hand.

"I, the son of King Enrique, given that Isabella’s children have lost the right to inherit the Castile throne, and my sister Juana has given up the throne as he has become queen of Portugal, I am the only heir to the throne of the Astamala family in Castile."

Although Alexander was speaking to the priest, his eyes were always on the people opposite.

"So in view of this, I must get my due respect."

The priest listened stunned, trying to remember every vocabulary of the Duke, sweating on his head, and at this moment it felt as if everyone's eyes were piercing his body like an arrow.

"But Your Royal Highness, you know that paying homage to the Archbishop is the duty of the monarch of Castile, the will of God rules the world of Christ, and the church is the bride of Christ."

The priest felt that he had never said these words that were originally proud of him as dry as he is now. When his eyes contacted Alexander, he couldn't help being afraid of a jump, because he was afraid that the other party would suddenly pull out his sword to pierce him. The priest took a step back.

After all, in the history of the Astamala family, there have indeed been tyrants who killed priests,

"Priest, please tell the Archbishop, he has two options now, one is to continue to support the Juana who inherited Ferdinand's lineage, which may eventually shame the entire Castilla, the other is now Prove to me his loyalty to Castile."

Speaking of which, Alexander only slightly moved his neck to look at the sweaty priest in front of him.

"Also please tell the Archbishop that His Majesty the Pope told me to tell him that since he has left the Vatican, it is necessary to re-join a Cardinal who belongs to this diocese in the Cardinal Group, so as to better spread **** Christ’s Gospel."

The priest was taken aback, and he looked at Alexandria somewhat uncertainly. He seemed to want to understand whether he understood that meaning. After receiving the Alexander's "just as you think" signal, the priest immediately suppressed his excitement and hurried back. Archbishop's side.

No one knows what the priest said in the archbishop's ear, but it was obvious that the archbishop who had stubbornly confronted the Duke of Theseia suddenly became irritable.

He seemed hesitant but a little unwilling, but after a while of such a stalemate, the archbishop finally took his first step under the eyes of many eyes.

There was a moment of little commotion among the bishops behind him, but then the people immediately calmed down.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the Archbishop of Alexandria slowly walking step by step.

Every step he took, his footsteps seemed to knock on the bishops of the church. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com

Finally, the mainframe crossed the distance of more than ten steps and came to a place outside of Alexandria and stopped.

Looking at the old man on the opposite side, Alexander stretched out his hand again, which suddenly raised the heart of the archbishop.

He stared nervously at Alexander's right hand, and when he saw his finger point to the ground in front of him again, the archbishop's face was already angry.

"Please come to the Archbishop, please accept my request for prayers." Alexander said calmly.

After struggling for a while, the Archbishop finally took his steps again.

In the eyes of everyone, Alexander bowed to the Archbishop who came to him to accept the blessing and prayers, while holding the pendant on his crucifix and gently kissing.

It is just that everyone present knows that although Alexander finally lowered his head, there is no doubt that from this moment on, the last dignity of the Church of Toledo has disappeared.

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