Chapter 293 We Are All Good, Peace-Loving Children

Compared to the Goblin Castle Wizards Organization, which shows off its power crazily in the otherworldly world, the Witch Hunters Knights Organization, which has the largest building complex across the street, looks particularly low-key.

As the sunset dyed the sky red, a large number of crows landed on the green and white spire of St. Carol's Monastery, and the other side looked increasingly quiet.

This made Chen Shuyun, who was worried, relax a lot.

She used to raise a large nest of cuckoos in the woods next to the yoga studio. It was a cute little bird that looked very much like a crow, with blood-red eyes and black feathers glowing with blue light. The cry is particularly interesting.

Looking at the crows everywhere on the monastery complex, Chen Shuyun squinted his eyes and felt a lot more comfortable. He looked at the crows that stood aside and tilted their heads to look at her with interest.

Brother Da Zhuang, who brought everyone to the door to say hello, looked at Chen Shuyun through gold-rimmed glasses with sharp eyes, noncommittal, "Crows like to feed on fear. When fear and despair reach a certain level, they will fly together. Come."

"Of course, this is what the wizard said. In Dali Country, crows are the beloved birds of the gods they believe in."

"Fear and despair?" Chen Shuyun was about to reach out to touch the crow squatting beside him on the vine-carved base of the statue, but he retracted his hand after hearing this.

"Um."

Brother Da Zhuang looked at the building meaningfully and raised his eyebrows slightly, "It's not simple here."

The main body of the building complex of St. Carol's Monastery uses off-white and dark green. The white base, dark green stripes and windows not only look inexplicably holy, but also reveal a maternal brilliance, looking like a gentle lily.

This was Lin An's first taste of "rhythm" in architecture.

Buildings also have rhythm.

Unexpectedly, but it seems reasonable, when the light of human wisdom surges on these cold stones, everything suddenly becomes warm.

After Lin An obtained the 'Spiritual Eye', he has been living in Shenhou City.

That city has experienced the most thorough invasion of war in modern times, and now every corner of the city is a product of modernity. As the most prosperous commercial city in the southern part of the empire, the buildings there are all standard and practical buildings. They will not have so many extravagant carvings on the walls like the buildings in front of them.

As you walk among them and look up, you will see a round arch-shaped concave carving on the wall, a four-meter-high relief sculpture of a goddess looking down at the world.

As for such reliefs of gods, looking along the walls and various buildings, they are so densely packed that it is difficult to see how many there are.

The silent monastery has an indescribable coolness in the evening and dusk.

It's so calm and quiet that you can almost hear the statues whispering.

No!

Not as if!

Lin An frowned, feeling a little irritated listening to these whispers that seemed inaudible and deafening.

When he touches the spirit world, he often hears such whispers. The kind of voice that clearly cannot hear any clear words, but seems to carry a huge amount of information, which really makes people's brains unable to process it. Becoming drowsy.

"Sister Elena Bell told me that she couldn't come with me because she wanted to stay in the kingdom of God..."

Big Brother held a toothpick in his mouth and put his thick hands in his beach shorts. He looked around with a look of disgust, "She said, this is the place closest to God."

The elder's salty words were full of irritation, which made the little boss secretly roll his eyes.

When Chen Shuyun saw it, he covered his mouth and snickered.

Lin An was thoughtful at the side.

The closest place to God? I’m afraid it’s the closest place to the spiritual world!

How did this monastery manage to make this place look like this?

So, here comes the problem.

——There is a general international consensus that no matter what they are called witch knights, demon hunters, witch hunters, etc., hunting witches to prevent the spirit world from coming to the real world is the most basic duty.

But all this seems to say that the monastery in front of you seems to be the best bridge for the spiritual world to come to the real world.

Hmm~

It seems that there is no difference between him and Chen Xinmi using the "Heart-to-Heart Witchcraft" to establish a connection between the real world and the spiritual world, and Lujiao's uncles and uncles plan to follow suit.

Several people walked around a tall clock tower from the square surrounded by spacious buildings. A group of people wearing burgundy robes and pure white masks came over, interrupting Lin An's thinking.

"The red robe represents the identity of a servant of the gods."

Those people were still some distance away, so Brother Da Zhuang took the opportunity to whisper to the three little guys what he had seen here.

"Not everyone in the monastery is qualified to call themselves a servant of God. Only nuns and witch-hunting knights with a certain status can wear red robes."

"As servants, they will shed their mortal roots. Note that this does not mean castration. They will throw away the surnames of their mortal blood and only use their first names as titles to identify different individual servants of God."

"In other words, they don't have surnames. If they do, they will be the surnames of gods, but gods have no names, so they still don't have surnames."

"Wearing a white mask on important occasions hides your differences. At this time, even if you know them, you cannot call them by their names."

"That's extremely disrespectful."

"They have only one title, priests, which means servants who offer sacrifices to the gods."

"When we meet them, we need to salute them. This is not a salute to them, but a salute to the gods they believe in."

"Don't be surprised if you are polite to others. No matter how bad you are when you are out, don't mess around at this time."

"You respect other people's beliefs. No matter how much these monks hate you, they will always be polite to you."

The two sides approached and stopped about five steps away. Brother Da Zhuang put his right hand against his left shoulder and bowed his head slightly in salute. Lin An and the other three quickly followed suit.

Those red robes quickly turned sideways and saluted, which meant that Brother Da Zhuang and his group were saluting the gods they served.

The etiquette is completed.

The leader in the red robe is a burly man, and the broad red robe makes his body look like a huge lion.

His eyes were blue and looked particularly clear and pious.

"A guest from far away~"

His voice had an indescribable tone, as if he was humming. He reached out and gestured to the building next to him, "Please come to our guest hall."

Brother Da Zhuang nodded and followed them with the three of them.

Compared with the building that looks tall from the outside, when you walk inside, you feel cramped and depressed. This kind of ancient building uses a lot of huge stone structures, coupled with various thick pillars, the internal space is not large.

Not to mention, Lin An could vaguely hear the screams coming from the wall.

Thanks to his body that was strengthening all the time, he keenly heard a shrill cry, and seemed to also hear the sound of whips and the pulling of chains.

But even with such keen hearing, these sounds are still faint and seem to be illusory.

He glanced at Brother Da Zhuang, then at the little boss and Chen Shuyun, and found that no one seemed to have heard them. They didn't say anything and just followed quietly.

The next thing is not cumbersome. Since the number of people and identities have been informed by the deer horns in advance, the registration at this time is more like a process.

The one that I mentioned in particular is one.

The covenant of keeping the extraordinary world secret from ordinary people requires that extraordinary abilities should not be displayed in front of ordinary people and information about the extraordinary world should not be exposed.

And the passage through which the gods walk through the world cannot be tarnished.

The meaning of this sentence is actually to prevent the witch-hunting knights from the East from opening the world of purgatory in their country.

Yes, there is no furnace here, and naturally there is no purgatory world created by the furnace and the witch-hunting knights who turned into statues.

Opening the world of purgatory here is equivalent to territorial expansion and will make you a mortal enemy.

But it happened that the witch-hunting knight organization of the extraordinary world here was unable to create something similar to the world of purgatory, so there was a confidentiality covenant.

This has even restricted the battles with wizards, either indoors or in remote and uninhabited places, or you can only find a way to get out of the battle yourself and then ask them to deal with it.

In fact, the more formal approach is that every battle planned to start requires the presence of at least one red-robed person from their St. Carol Monastery.

There are many restrictions for outsiders.

When most of the red robes left and walked into the dark passages, and only one red robe was left in the place, Brother Da Zhuang curled his lips and said, "There are so many rules."

The man in red robe took off his white mask and put down his wide hood, revealing the face of a mature woman with blond hair and a straight nose. She looked at Brother Da Zhuang with a complicated expression, "I hope that your distinguished guest will abide by the agreement."

"Comply, you must comply!"

Brother Da Zhuang chuckled and suddenly grabbed the opponent's waist.

"Oh, my God, you can't do this in the church." Sister Elena Bell struggled for a moment, unable to break free from Big Brother's arm, and sighed helplessly, "The children are watching."

Brother Da Zhuang immediately stared at the three little guys.

The three of them quickly looked around, pretending not to notice the situation of these two people at all.

Seeing Sister Elena Bell's serious expression, Da Zhuang let go of her hand a little sarcastically, "We will abide by it! Right? You guys."

The young boss spread his hands and said, "Anzai and I are here to discuss work, not to hunt wizards."

Chen Shuyun just nodded quietly. For her, becoming a witch-hunting knight was a helpless choice. She did not want to take action against wizards.

"Yes." Lin An also doesn't like fighting and killing, not to mention the wizard organization here, which includes the little boss's aunt. "It's impossible to fight. We are just traveling along the way."

Snap~

Brother Da Zhuang clapped his palms and looked at Sister Elena Bell, "Look, is it done?"

Sister Elena Bell stared into Big Brother's eyes and shook her head, "You deer antlers have always been the most restless, I will keep an eye on you!"

This distrust made Brother Da Zhuang roll his eyes.

Lin An and the little boss looked at each other, then looked at Chen Shuyun. The three of them felt that they really didn't like killing.

seem……

Antlers have changed in their generation.

They are all good, peace-loving children.

Well, yes, that's true.