Chapter 351

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Looking at the people in front of him who were full of vigilance, alertness and even hatred for him, Wright was silent for a while.

He's not a good preacher -- not even a good pastor, he's known that for a long time.

He was just an orphan who was picked from the pyre, and his survival depended on the kindness of the old abbot of the monastery. For 20 years before he awakened the talent of the Holy Light, he was just a handyman and servant in the monastery. He is not like those orthodox priests who have received a complete theological education, and he is not like those lucky people who are gifted and intelligent, who can learn how to face the intrigue of the upper-level priests in a short period of time.

In the year when the old abbot died, he felt the call of the Holy Light in his bitter tears. The god-given treasure of "spiritual talent" saved him from the fate of becoming a slave laborer of the monastery after the death of the protector. From then on, he took off the sackcloth of the clerk and put on the robes of the priest, but he was still the rude and lowly clerk in the eyes of all people, he had received the full education that a full-fledged priest should have received, and Strictly to the point of strict implementation of every code of virtue recorded in those sacred books-because the old abbot once said that those virtues are the biggest difference between human beings and beasts.

But after he learned all those things and turned them into his own rules of conduct, he found that he was farther away from other priests. The teachings of the Holy Light, which he attached great importance to, seemed to be different in the eyes of most priests in this era. not so important...

He knows that he is an alternative among priests, and he knows that the regulations he stubbornly follow are out of date in the eyes of the priests of this era. Because he at least still firmly believes in the last thing: Holy Light, after all, is used to protect others, the God of Holy Light, after all, protects this world, and those who use Holy Light, even if they no longer pay attention to classical Virtue, they are at least on the side of justice.

Therefore, he calmly accepted the exclusion of the church, which was the price of his "untimely", and he also calmly accepted the mission of preaching in the wild south without any support, because spreading the gospel of the Holy Light was what he was most willing to do. things, but he... can't face these people calmly.

Even when his mission was the most unsuccessful and most difficult, what he faced was nothing but the numbness of the people, but on the faces of these people, what he saw was real hatred and hostility.

"I'm the priest of Cecil Land, Wright Aviken, you can call me Wright," the tall Wright walked up to those people and sat down slowly, "I'm the only priest of the Holy Light in this land— - So you can take me as the head of the Church of the Holy Light here. As you can see, I have no weapons, no hostility, I have left the central area of ​​the Church of the Holy Light, and now, I just want to know where the Holy Spirit Plain is. what happened."

"You burned down our church!"

A young woman cried uncontrollably,

But she was immediately pulled by the man next to her.

There are more than 20 people here, but there is only one Wright, but these 20 people are in great tension-because they know that the priest in front of them is an extraordinary person, and the power of an extraordinary person is not something ordinary people can resist , what's more, the priest still has those bulging muscles, even if he does not have extraordinary strength, the people on the scene may not necessarily be his opponents...

And there is a more important point: this priest is the only priest in the territory, does this mean that this priest was sent by the lord to "censor" them?

They didn't expect that they had finally escaped from the Holy Spirit Plain, but in this new sanctuary, they had to be examined by the Holy Light clergy.

Wright saw the nervousness of these people, and he slowed his tone: "Don't worry, I only represent myself - I don't represent the lord, and at this moment, I don't even represent the church. Regarding burning down the church, I'm on my way. Then I heard rumors that the priest of the Holy Light of the Holy Spirit Plain...why burn down the churches of other sects?"

People, look at me, I look at you, and finally someone spoke again: "Because they found evidence of someone performing cult rituals in the church... And the priest of the church did turn into a monster because the sorcery got out of control... "

"Then why are you exiled? I can feel that you are all just ordinary people..."

"They forced us to convert," the woman who spoke first covered her face, "they light the fire with the Holy Light, and let us make a choice by the fire, if we convert to the Holy Light and donate half of our family wealth as atonement, It means innocence. If you don't convert to the Holy Light, you have to walk over the fire to prove your innocence. They say that the fire lit by the Holy Light will only burn the guilty people. If you die in the fire, it is evil. Cultists' minions..."

The person next to him continued: "Some people were pushed into the fire, some people converted to the Holy Light, and we... escaped ahead of time."

This topic has been opened, and these people who have been frightened for a long time seem to have been held back to a critical point.

"As soon as we escaped, they said that we were all bewitched by the evil gods and were already irredeemably depraved people..."

"They burned the house we left in the city, took the belongings from our house, and hunted down those who escaped with the lord..."

"We spent all our money, bribed soldiers and merchants, and ran south from the plain of the Holy Spirit - because the north is close to the capital, there are more Holy Light churches there..."

"We rode in wagons, then walked to Pittsburgh, and ended up stuffed like fish in the cabin, hiding and searching between the barrels, and we could barely lie down and sleep - only a few people at a time. , everyone takes turns sleeping..."

"Three people died on the boat and were thrown into the river..."

Wright listened silently to everyone's encounters, fists clenched again and again under his priest's robes.

He can hardly imagine that this is what his fellow church compatriots in the past would do... Are those people crazy? Has the last shred of Holy Light's teaching disappeared from their minds?

Who judges heresy? Who came up with the idea of ​​lighting a fire with holy light to identify evil? What is the ransom money?

After everyone finished speaking, the scene was silent for a long time, until Wright took the initiative to break the silence: "In the city...there is a small church on the north side of the mage area, that is my church.

"No, I'm not going to force you to convert, I just want to tell you that if any of you are sick or injured in the future, or if your child wants candy, you can go there and find me... I'm always here."

After saying this, the sturdy priest like a warrior stood up and left here as quickly as he ran away, leaving the people in the shack looking at each other.

Wright quickly crossed the streets and returned to the church. He took out the letter from the regional church headquarters from his arms and read every word on it carefully—now, he finally knew this. What does the letter say about the Pope's call for churches at all levels to fight heresy?

He read the letter, and after a long silence, he finally raised his other hand and gently rubbed it twice.

A white flame burst out from his fingertips. It was a slightly dim light, but it was still enough to ignite the paper. After a few seconds, the letter turned into a handful of ashes drifting in the wind.

Outside the church, a lazy and elegant female figure who seemed out of tune with the surrounding pedestrians stopped for a moment.

This is a tall and slender woman wearing a lavender gauze skirt. In the cold season of early spring, her thin dress is very eye-catching, but the pedestrians around do not seem to see this woman, but one by one from her Walked past.

The woman had the same lavender veil on her face, revealing only a pair of curious eyes, which were now looking in the direction of the church door-although the door was now closed, she seemed to be able to see through it. The door seemed to see the situation inside, and laughed softly while looking at it: "Hum...Humans are really complex creatures..."

Then the woman withdrew her gaze and looked at the large-scale city that had developed in front of her.

"Speaking of which...how did this place develop so fast... When did these small buildings get built, and when did these people appear..." The woman muttered and put on her hips, "Go on Isn't it all shacks next time?"

Just after muttering this sentence, a crisp but annoying exclamation suddenly came from behind: "Wow! It's you again!"

The woman turned her head instantly, and sure enough, at a glance, she saw the guy who was like a dwarf melon, half-elf and half-a-day knowing what to do was standing behind her, and rather rudely used half a frosting candy stick in his hand (a kind of candy cane). local snacks) point to yourself.

Then the annoying hybrid yelled again: "And you're still wearing the same clothes and veil as last time—are you so poor?"

Melita Purnia, a senior agent of Mithril Treasure, a top service practitioner who specializes in handling high-level clients, a well-trained and elegant lady, wants to kick this guy out again at this moment.

But she still spoke with a reserved and dignified smile in the next second: "I'm here to visit Duke Gawain Cecil, please lead the way."

"Oh," Amber quickly shoved half of the frosting candy stick in his hand into his mouth, chewed and swallowed, then stretched out his hand, "Six coppers."

Melita Purnia's eyebrows twitched: "Isn't it three last time?"

"It's gone up, my official has grown bigger now, and it's twice as expensive," Amber asserted.

Half an hour later, Gawain, who was studying mechanical design drawings in the study, was interrupted by a sudden cry from the door: "Hey! Gawain! Someone is looking for you!"

Gawain raised his head suddenly and looked at Amber in surprise: "How did you enter through the door... eh? Miss my little pony?"

"Long time no see, Your Excellency—and again, please pronounce my name correctly," Melita Purnia saluted gracefully and said with a small smile, "I brought the goods you ordered."