New Gods of North America

George and Anna College,

It was named after the king and queen of Windsor, George III and Anna II, who initially approved and funded its establishment.

It was established during the colonial period of the Old World before the independence of the American Commonwealth.

At least among the higher education institutions in the New World, it can be described as having a "long history."

After being officially upgraded to a "university\

,"Today, George and Anna College has a total of four colleges: the School of Languages, the School of Theology (Philosophy), the School of Law, and the School of Arts and Sciences.

Wayne, as a descendant of the April Fools, was born into a Puritan family.

The only place you can be admitted directly is the seminary.

However, Wayne did not want to become a professional or semi-professional charlatan, so he picked and chose, and finally decided on the history major.

In this era, the seminaries in universities are not directly equivalent to church schools.

Therefore, the people who teach and study there are not all pastors or prospective pastors of the church.

In fact, most of them are just “scholars” and “students”.

Otherwise, as a "fallen man", Wayne would not fall into the trap.

Although the history learned in seminary is obviously full of personal opinions,

But considering that there are "extraordinary" beings in this world, it is probably better to know some of the history that is not secret than to be kept in the dark.

This title is also very useful.

Wayne has already made up his mind that if anyone dares to accuse him of being a heretic after graduation, he will throw the diploma with the seminary seal in the other person's face.

Um,

It's just a thought.

So after Wayne left the town hall,

By the way, I went to the bookstore and wanted to study the basics on my own.

The bookstore in Blackstone Town,

In a sense, it is a special "public welfare project" in the town - if there were not a few investors who have been sponsoring it, it would have suffered losses and closed down long ago.

So Mrs. Henry, who worked part-time in the deserted bookstore,

Seeing customers coming to the door, they also seem very enthusiastic:

"Wayne, are you here to read a book? I have my own tea and coffee here, which one do you want?"

Wayne declined her offer:

"I want to buy some books related to general education and history. Do you have any here?"

Mrs. Henry pointed a few times in the small bookstore:

"The store has the most books related to general education. The books on the shelf over there are for townspeople to read or borrow at will, but they are not for sale. The books on this counter are for sale to the public."

Then Wayne looked it over and asked, and was immediately convinced.

The most common items in the bookstore seem to be children's books at the elementary school level, probably teaching people to read or do math or something. The most talked about things in them are actually short stories from the Holy Scriptures.

Then there are some practical books related to agriculture, which simply teach people how to plant or raise crops, without being too professional.

There are a few novels occasionally, but they are all pre-ordered by others.

The Holy Bible itself was surprisingly cheap. It was a thick volume, but the price was less than half of an illustrated children's storybook. Every town resident could even get one for free.

What Wayne didn't expect the most was that there were already entertainment magazines these days.

But they were not from the bookshop; they were loaned to Mrs. Henry by Miss Greenspan.

Wayne flipped through it and found that it contained biographies, women's clothing, handicrafts, recipes and other contents, which were quite interesting. However, he had to ask someone to buy them regularly from other places.

have to,

As expected of a small town bookstore that survives only with sponsorship.

I should just go home and look through those big books that have been gathering dust in the study for years.

…

In the cathedral of Kankers,

Priest Tywin sat in the lounge for receiving important guests. He picked up the cup of black tea on the table, blew away the hot steam on it gently, and then took a sip slowly.

Sitting on the sofa next to him was a man who was also leisurely sipping tea.

The man was wearing the most formal attire of the bishops of the Holy Spirit Church:

——Inside is a pure white monk's robe, with a light golden holy belt draped over the shoulders, and on the outside is a silk chasuble with a light golden base and large red decorations.

On his head he wore a pointed bishop's crown made of two triangular pieces of melon-seed hard cloth, which was also light gold in color and embroidered with delicate patterns.

There is a large area of ​​red on the front of the high crown, and in the center of it is the golden sacred triangle symbol representing the Holy Spirit.

Roose Bolton knocked gently on the door of the lounge, then opened it from the outside.

After that, he first stood by the door and bowed his head in greeting, then walked inside and stood with his hands hanging down respectfully:

"Bishop Corleone, Reverend Tywin, this is the third time Bishop Prague has asked me to remind you two.

"His ordination ceremony as bishop is now ready. We are just waiting for you two to arrive. It can officially begin at any time."

Vito Corleone, dressed in formal bishop's attire, first waved his hand gently at Roose Bolton.

Then his low and hoarse voice slowly came over:

"Don't worry, he can wait."

Roose Bolton nodded respectfully, responded, and then walked outside to wait again.

Bishop Corleone put down his teacup leisurely.

Gently fiddling with the cat lying on his lap, "The power of those southerners here is still surprisingly great. As expected, the position of Bishop of Kansas State has fallen into Prague's hands."

"That was to be expected." Priest Tywin nodded gently, "You know, for now."

The cat purred lazily in Bishop Corleone's hands.

Bishop Corleone did not even raise his head:

"After being officially consecrated, will our Bishop of Prague cause you trouble?"

Priest Tywin shook his head slightly:

“If his brother had led the army directly to attack, it would still be somewhat threatening.

"But if there is only this Bishop of Prague who is about to take office and his companions who have jumped out, they may not be the key for the Southerners to open the door to Kansas City."

"I see."

Bishop Corleone let go of the cat in his hand and said, "So, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Age is not forgiving, but fortunately I have always had a good appetite."

Reverend Tywin took another sip of his tea and seemed to be talking about something else: "I heard that Bishop Mueller recently declared that 'advocating abolition is equivalent to standing on the side of pagans'?"

"You have a good appetite, then. His place is one of the richest parishes on the East Coast."

Bishop Corleone nodded and said, "Let's stabilize Kansas first. As for Bishop Mueller, I believe we can give him a reason he can't refuse. Let him personally recommend you to take over his diocese."

Reverend Tywin was noncommittal:

"In that case, Mr. Bishop, why don't we go first? Don't let the other Mr. Bishop wait too long."

"really."

Bishop Corleone slowly stood up and then leisurely adjusted his gorgeous clothes:

“We must stay close to our friends, but also to our enemies—that way, we can better understand them.”