As soon as Monk Robert finished speaking, Jeff looked around nervously, for fear that others would hear it. Fortunately, the others had already followed Hoff Hannis to the top church, which was the entrance to the mine, and the miners also went into the depths to dig, and no one could hear their plot.

"For the sake of the Lord, don't joke, my monk." Jeff breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no one around him. He wiped his bald head with his sleeve. Although he sometimes had the idea of ​​killing the troublesome monastic dean, God testified that he was just thinking about it.

"It's impossible. The knights around the Abbey will protect him. We don't have enough manpower." The one-eyed man beside Jeff said, speaking.

"I know, if it were before, I wouldn't be sure to succeed, but thanks to Hof Hannis's stupid nephew, he gave me a chance given by God." Monk Robert smiled sinisterly, the light red birthmark on his face became more and more terrifying, but the one-eyed man was much more normal than him.

"Oh, what's the opportunity?" contractor Jeff asked curiously.

"Come here." Monk Robert made a gesture to Jeff. The two of them were gathering together and muttering something. The wall lights of the mine swayed, dragging their figures for a long time until they were stuck into the dark mine cave.

Hof Hannis knelt in the chapel, put his hands on the prayer platform, and bowed his head silently. The church adopts a dome structure, with dozens of stone pillars supporting the top of the church, and a cross-shaped hole was carved at the position of the altar. From here, the sunlight can penetrate into a cross-light beam. This bright shape shines on the body of the presidency or kneeling on the prayer in front of the altar, which can have an incredible psychological association. And every monastic dean must pray all night in front of this sacred altar after re-electing his post. This is not only to obtain spiritual sublimation, but also to further confirm his legal status. Of course, in order to protect the safety of the re-elected person, religious knights are guarded by the church door, so it is impossible to assassinate here.

At night, the knights burned a bonfire outside the church. In the deep mountains, in addition to the howling of the wind, the wolves were howling one after another. The knights guarded the only entrance to the church with vigilantly. After a calm night, the next morning, when the dawn shone here, the wooden door of the church was pushed open. Hoff Hannis walked out tiredly, and Woodrow and several other knights rushed forward to support him. They wrapped the thick and warm cloak on the dean.

"Let's go back to Saint Fontso." Abbot Hof Hannis sat in his carriage, raised his left hand tiredly, and ordered the knights.

“Yes, Dean.”

Hof Hannis's subordinates and servants immediately took action. They took everything with them, put out the bonfire on the ground, trapped the livestock and walked down the mountain behind the carriage. Although the mountain road was opened by monks for generations, it was still winding and twisting. The bumpy stones on the ground made the carriage shaking and swaying. However, because of the spring under the seats, the shock-absorbing seats made Hof Hannis sleepy.

"We should be slower, the mountain road here is not easy to walk." Woodrow rode on the horse, with his iron pocket behind him, and the chain mail on his body made a rustling sound in the bumps of the horse.

"But our beloved monastery is eager to return to the monastery, and we should move forward faster as the dean's orders." In the trail where the two barely rode side by side, Monk Robert was riding a horse only a little behind Woodrow, and he heard Woodrow say.

"Oh? This is the first time you have accepted the dean's order so happily." Woodrow looked at Robert strangely. Although they were from the same clan, he did not like this cousin with birthmarks on his face. He always felt a cold feeling on his body.

"I'm just tired of arguing with him." Monk Robert coughed lightly, stretched out his hands to pull the hood on his head, covering his expression.

"Well." An ominous premonition arose in Woodlow's heart. He unconsciously tightened the reins in his hand and frowned.

Under the deliberate guidance of Monk Robert, the team accelerated its pace of progress. The servants walking in the back team even opened up because they could not keep up. The loose team was in order, and the knights were also distracted by the chaotic rhythm. At this moment, noisy sounds came from the front, and there were people's screams.

"What's going on?" Woodrow asked in shock, grabbing a servant running back desperately. The servant was actually the one who was following the carriage. There were bloody scratches on his face, his expression was panicked and his face was pale.

"What happened, the dean fell off the cliff." The servant's lips trembled and his whole body trembled. After being caught by Woodrow, he said incoherently.

"What? How is that possible?" Woodrow felt cold sweat coming from behind, his face turned red, and he lifted the servant hard and shouted loudly.

"Ahem, Your Excellency the Dean really fell out of the carriage, and there was no place that happened to be a cliff." The servant was almost suffocated by his collar. In order not to be killed by the furious knight, he hurriedly told Woodrow in the shortest language.

"Will we know when we go and take a look? Let go of this poor guy." Monk Robert patted Woodrow on the shoulder and said to him.

When Woodrow heard it, he felt it made sense. He let go of the servant, rushes away from the crowd with his legs and arrives at the place where the accident happened. This is a turning point on the mountain road. On the left is a steep cliff. The carriage where the accident was parked there. Two horses pulling the carriage were still leisurely eating the weeds on the roadside. A monk who was attending the service was lying on the ground, his mouth was twitching and his eyes were wide open. The other two monks supported him.

"This is God's will, it is definitely God's will." The monk muttered something, and the other two monks nodded and agreed.

"Master, what's wrong?" Woodrow jumped off the horse. He walked a few steps to the carriage. He leaned over and saw that the door on the left side of the carriage had disappeared. It probably fell into the cliff, and the seats were lifted to reveal the spring inside. From the scene, the seemingly bumpy mountain road caused the seats in the carriage to be lifted. The unprepared Apostle Hoff Hannis rushed out from the left and fell off the cliff. This seemed to be a complete accident.

"This is God's will." A voice came from behind Woodrow. He knew that he was his cousin, Monk Robert, without looking back.

The body of the Monastery of Hof Hannis was found at the foot of the mountain. His body was broken into two pieces, his upper body was broken into meat pie, and his lower body hung on the branch of a tree growing on the cliff. The monks finally packed up his body. According to religious customs, in order for the respected Monastery to be resurrected on the Day of Resurrection, they had to sew his body with thin wool textile threads. However, the monks could not help but wonder why God made the respected Monastery die so miserably. Could this omniscient God be very dissatisfied with Hof Hannis? Will this uneasy affect the Monastery of Saint Fonso? This uneasy feeling gradually spread.

"This is the result of God's dissatisfaction with the Abbey of Hof Hannis, so I made many friendly and kind suggestions for his various actions, but our domineering dean never takes my words to heart, and God knows all this." Among all the voices, one was the most severe criticism of the late Abbey, that is, Monk Robert, whose harsh voice always echoed in the dome-shaped corridor of the monastery, with more and more supporters around him, and more and more people willing to listen to his harsh voice.

The group of ten-member executives of the monastery held a new monastery election in a hazy weather. In the dim silent room, monks wearing the same monk robes elected their new leaders, usually the most respected monks should be elected, or the previous monastery fully recommended. But this time, unlike before, Robert received the support of most monks and became the new monastery.

"Brother Robert, are you willing to give your dedication to the Monastery of Saint Fonso?"

"Whether to be cautious in protecting God's welfare?"

"Whether to sacrifice yourself..."

Ten monks and elders surrounded the oak chairs that symbolized the throne of the monastery. Robert was full of confidence. He responded to the oaths that the elders asked him to bear with a solemn expression. After he completed these oaths, everyone stepped forward and raised their right hand and placed them on him, indicating that they would entrust their own entrusting to the new monastery from then on.

"Have your wish been fulfilled?" Just after the ceremony was completed, a one-eyed man entered and quietly met Robert at night, and he said to Robert in the bedroom of the abbey.

"Of course, but this is just the beginning." Robert was proud at this time. He looked at the bedroom and his office, and suddenly felt that it was not suitable for his style. Maybe something should be added.

"That's great, then the agreement between you and my master can be reached? Don't forget who helped you tamper with Hof Hannis's carriage." asked the one-eyed man.
Chapter completed!