Chapter 341 (1/2)

St. Maya's Cathedral, the headquarters of the Church of laurel in the imperial capital.

Compared with the imperial capital complex with heavy color and conservative shape, the St. Maya Cathedral, which is made of white marble and covered with large crystal glass and French windows, is like a white swan mixed with black ducks. It is dazzling, gorgeous and full of attractive luster.

The cathedral is located in the northeast of Hyderabad palace, three miles away from Hyderabad palace. It covers an area of nearly 1000 mu and is surrounded by a variety of Cinnamomum cassia trees.

Snow in winter, the snow on the ground is several feet thick. The silver osmanthus trees around the St. Maya Cathedral are still luxuriant. Silver Osmanthus fragrans are interspersed among the green leaves, sending out a fragrant fragrance in the snow.

Early in the morning, a group of nuns in white robes, with brooms, dustpans and other tools, swept the snow around the St. Maya cathedral. The broom rubs against the marble floor tiles on the square at the entrance of the cathedral, making a crisp ”rustling” sound.

When Joe came to St. Maya's Cathedral with a large party of people, a group of young nuns, about twelve or thirteen years old, were standing in a row in the cold wind with tinplate change cans on the roadside at the entrance of the cathedral.

When the cold wind is bleak and the scattered pedestrians pass by, the little nuns gently shake the change cans in their hands.

Some passers-by would come up to them and drop one or two silver finches or copper sous, and these little nuns would bow down to them devoutly and chant auspicious words like ”the merciful goddess will bless you.”.

Joe came to the door of the cathedral, jumped off his horse, tightened his tight dark gray coat, stamped his feet hard, and sneezed: ”this damned weather Hello, you guys... ”

Joe looked at these little nuns, whose noses and faces were red with cold.

They were a little younger than VIMA, and it was too much for Joe to be exposed to the wind early in the morning.

He took out a stack of banknotes, put a 100 gold mark note into the change jar of these little nuns, and then patted a little nun's head with force: ”Hey, stay in the room, don't blow frostbite here Well, who can take me to the confessional? Then, help me find one A nun of high enough status? ”

The little nuns looked at Joe with their eyes shining.

Qiao patted the head of the little repair woman handed the change can to her companion, very active raised her hand: ”this Major, please follow me. In St. Maya's Cathedral, mother Eliza is in charge of the confessional room. ”

Marcos and Ivan got out of the carriage and stood outside waiting with their men.

Orchid hibiscus and orchid grandiflorum brothers followed Joe into the cathedral under the guidance of the little nun. Perhaps she has overfulfilled today's ”fundraising” work. The little nun named ”Jolie” is very lively and cheerful. She introduces the names and functions of the temples to Qiao all the way.

St. Maya's Cathedral was built by the laurel Church in the Durham empire. ”Sir major, the outer confessional hall is for ordinary citizens in Heidelberg As a gentleman of noble status, you have a special and more private confessional room to serve you. ”

Qiao Li solemnly introduced to Joe the function of the small hall in front of her.

Joe whistled in surprise: ”Wow, it's a special design. I'm from port Toulon, the Cathedral over there, but there's no such thing...”

A soft but powerful voice came: ”dear child, this is the capital of the emperor, there are always some special things. In the eyes of my Lord, all believers are equal, and we should treat them equally. ”

Wearing a silver robe and a silver cassia leaf crown made of pure silver, she looks only in her forties, but her eyes are full of the vicissitudes of time. She is wise and shrewd, and comes out of the hall slowly.

She looked at Joe gently and said softly, ”we will never deliberately give preferential treatment to some believers However, we have special requirements for believers, and we follow the flow of kindness. ”

”There are some believers with special status who ask for more private confession space, so we will provide them with more private confession space.” The great nun whispered, ”we are just trying to serve the believers better and make them feel the glory of our Lord more easily. That's all.”

Joe took a deep look at the great nun.

He compared this nun with Sister Rosa of the silver laurel Church Cathedral in port TURUN.

Mother Rosa is gentle and kind.

And the one in front of me, according to Jolie's introduction, should be sister Eliza, the head of the confessional room of Saint Maya Cathedral Dangerous, very dangerous. She was so powerful, so strong that she did not make a pretence that Joe could feel great danger.