"I don't know where the monster came from, could it be the monster in the forest, should I really let the mage of the church dispel the magic from her face, and let these perverts see her true face!" said an elderly nun. Her face was very ugly, and it was obvious that she was deeply dissatisfied with the fact that so many people on the long street had focused their attention on Onian. But she didn't dare to say it in front of Aunian, and she didn't dare to raise her voice until someone walked into the tailor's shop. Her words were deliberately spoken to these lustful men, but what she didn't know was that no one would have glanced at her, an old nun with goosebumps and a disfigured figure, even without Onieen.

"Come, come, tell us, which of the Holy Sect mages have you poisoned, so that people can be driven by you?" said a middle-aged man leaning against the wall, not knowing whether it was a bandit or a down-and-out mercenary.

As soon as he said this, everyone around him burst out laughing, and even the aristocratic women who overheard it couldn't help but cover their mouths and chuckle.

This humorous and sloppy man satirized the filth and filth of the hierarchical church in one sentence.

In general, missionaries and deacons in the church do not interfere with each other. The missionaries are headed by bishops, subordinated to regional bishops, then priests, and the lowest are the nuns who assist the priests and the missionaries who are in charge of evangelism.

The head of the deacons is the Zaiji, a position that governs all the combatants in the church. These people are made up of the temple keeper and the mage, the temple guard is actually composed of the martial arts profession, and the mage is also a magician in the general sense.

Both the deacon and the bishop obey only the pope of the church, and there is no hierarchy between them, and neither of them can command anyone.

Therefore, on the one hand, the man's words just now were sarcastic at the humble status of this nun in the church, how could a nun be able to mobilize the church's teachers? And his so-called "poison" is not only literal and fleshy, but also mocks those greedy missionaries in the church. People will always hear that the bishop of the Holy World Church is having a good time with a noble lady in the confessional room of the church, and they don't know that this noble lady is so "heartbreaking" in her confession, or that a certain priest is eye-to-eyeing with the young nun under his command, or even that the missionaries of the Holy World Church can be seen in some cheap brothels.

When asked what kind of place the missionaries were doing, they replied in a uniform voice: "Go and give a sermon to a woman who has lost her footing." ”

Missionaries in the church are not allowed to marry, so most of the time they have to immerse themselves in depression. However, the desires that come from the human bones are indelible, and it seems that the founders of any religion did not think about this problem.

Over the centuries, the reputation of the Holy Church has deteriorated, so in recent decades a number of new churches have begun to emerge on the northern continent, and today they have formed a trend of rebellion.

Among them, the most popular are the Xindu Church, which was separated from the Holy World Church, and the Ecumenical Church, which aims to help the poor people.

Even in a remote town like Bellamar, the three churches did not give up the competition for this place, and each sent a certain number of priests, nuns and missionaries here in order to be the first to gain the trust of the people here.

The elderly nun was clearly infuriated, and her chest rose and fell like chaff.

"Thou sinner who blasphemes the Church, the Almighty Lord of the Heavens will punish thee, and thou shalt punish thee... The nun screamed hysterically and began to have a shrewd temperament.

"Come on, your gods have the kung fu to punish me, so you might as well think about how to clean up the unforgivable clergy in the church so that the Holy World Church looks a little more holy. The down-and-out middle-aged man said disdainfully.

His words struck the chord of the new and ecumenical missionaries in the crowd.

"Is it true that the people of the Holy World still have the face to come here to preach? Could it be that you want to collect money from the people here to raise money for your sinful bishops and priests?" said a new missionary with a look of disdain.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Our clergy of the Holy World Religion are the most devout and dedicated to serving the Almighty Holy World, and they will not do the dirty things that you say in your mouth, and you should not spew blood here. Hearing the shouts of the nun just now, a priest of the Holy World Church hurried to arrive, and as soon as he arrived, he heard the missionaries of the Xindu Sect slandering his own church, and the priest naturally couldn't bear it, and immediately walked into the eyes of everyone. What's more, the nuns under his command have been humiliated in public, and it is impossible for him to sit idly by.

"We, the Holy Church, have been famous for hundreds of years, and there has never been such a misbefitting person as you speak. On the contrary, after you Xindu Sect were separated from our church, these baseless accusations against our religion began to appear for no reason, is it possible that pouring dirty water on our Holy World Religion can make Xindu Religion more sacred? Or is it that the doctrine of Xindu Religion teaches you how to slander your predecessor? What kind of arrogant inferiority complex can force you to take your own history so seriously?" This Holy World Priest has two brushes, and his speech is quite fast and clear, and he can make the Xindu missionary speechless with a series of cannons.

The new missionary had several companions behind him, and the words that should have been used to mock the nun were choked in the throat and were so uncomfortable that he had to think about how to fight back against the priest.

But the priest of the Holy World Church did not give them this opportunity, and directly closed the case: "You must know that everyone believes in the same Holy Lord, and it is meaningless to chase after the wind and shadows. The Lord will not bless my people because of your vacuumous slander, but He will be gracious to you because of your narrow-mindedness. ”

His seemingly magnanimous words not only highlighted the status of the Holy World Religion, but also washed away his own dirt cleanly, and by the way, he also satirized the Xindu Religion, meaning that the reason why this church was able to establish a religion was only because of the rain and dew of the Holy Lord. This is a bit like a kind of tolerance and mercy for the illegitimate son, especially under his "reminder", the more vicious and despicable the "illegitimate child" appears. In fact, in private, the personnel of the Holy World Church have always regarded Xindu Sect as a heretic, but now they can't say this in front of everyone, so they can only do their best to metaphorize things.

The Xindu Church is full of low-level missionaries, and after being labeled as "rumor-mongering and slandering", they don't know how to fight back for a while, and when they think that their church is being ridiculed as a side branch, their faces become more and more red, and they freeze there and don't speak. If they flee in a panic at this moment, they will confirm each other's statement, and if they refute it with examples, using sentences like "I heard how bishop so-and-so is", it will look more like "pouring dirty water" at this time. So the gang fell into a dilemma.

At this time, the nuns of the Holy World Church finally raised their eyebrows, and their faces changed to look at the group of new missionaries with a calm face, as if the person who was quite out of shape just now was not her, perhaps it was her own priest's words that made her feel self-conscious, and also made her understand that putting on a generous appearance in front of everyone is conducive to the propaganda of the church.

Of course, the onlookers of the town will not say much. Even the middle-aged man who had satirized the Holy World Sisters before didn't say anything to the Xindu Sect, because he actually had no intention of getting involved in the war of words between the two religions, and the same was true for the people, after all, most of the people here in Bellamar were people of no faith.

However, everyone actually knows in their hearts what kind of virtues the bishops and priests in the Holy World Church are, and which one of the "eloquent" priests can be cleared.

"I have seen with my own eyes the priests of your church run ... A young man in a burlap robe couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to jump out to prove that the people in the Holy Church were so dirty, but before he could say anything, he was stopped by the elder beside him. The elder covered his mouth stiffly, letting the young man's words dissipate in the melodious sound of the piano.

What kind of harp is it? It's a gentle and melodious lute. There were slender fingers plucking the strings, and a deep singing voice whispering:

Ah, beautiful life, who is going to put shackles on you

Are these wise people in front of me?

Oh wise people, be careful not knowing when the rain is about to fall in the clouds

It's the pouring rain, it's the rain that destroys our homes

It is a storm that overwhelms all things

But we have to smile even though we are struggling to move forward in the face of the strong wind

Smile at the self who hugged him tightly

Even if he has rain on his face, sweat on his face, tears on his face

Hold him tightly

Because no matter when, where, what kind of self

He is more reliable than anything unless you betray Him first

Otherwise, he will never betray you

O wise people, remember to keep your eyes open

Remember not to betray yourself

。。。

Yuan, a bard who had been silent, put down the beer glass in his hand, looked at the interesting crowd, and felt a feeling, and played the lute pinned to his waist.

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And Alwin, who was trying on clothes in the tailor's shop, also saw the scene of the circle of people arguing there on the second floor. So he asked what was the matter with the white-bearded shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper knew what was going on by glancing out the window. The priest in the navy blue robe was naturally a priest of the Holy World, and the one in the light gold diagonal robe on a white background was naturally a missionary of the Shinto Religion, so he and Alwyn explained the origin of the two religions in detail.

"It's not the same as ours, but religion, hey, it's not all the same thing. Alvin couldn't help but sigh after hearing this. At this time, he had already changed into the clothes he had just chosen, a dark brown robe, and an apricot red lining on a green background, which lined him with a strong rustic atmosphere, looking like a beautiful young man from the countryside, and he was quite generous. The main thing is that he is in a hurry, but he can't wait for the store to tailor it, so he can only wear it with the random matching of the store. He thought about waiting a few days to get to the bigger city and find a store to change his clothes.

At this time, Onien was still changing the clothes she had selected in the inner room, accompanied by the shopkeeper's daughter. Alvin sat comfortably on the couch, ready for a long wait.

"Young man, I was just about to ask, where are you from?" said the shopkeeper, glancing at Alwin. Naturally, he noticed the tattered robe that Alvin had changed into, and saw a clue to it, this style was rarely seen here.

"From the south. Alvin said bluntly.

"Where is it to the south?" the shopkeeper was a little curious, "Yafei Empire?"

Alvin nodded.

"Why are your clothes torn like this?"

"I met a monster in the mountains. Alvin replied.

"No wonder. The shopkeeper nodded, then looked at Alwin in astonishment, "How did you two get here over that big mountain range? Fighting those monsters all the way through the mountains?"

Alwin smiled bitterly and said, "Sort of." ”