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"With this thing, the effect is revolutionary. If we put a new doctrine on it, tens of millions of people may come to our understanding within a year, but we may not be able to achieve such a harvest in hundreds of years if we rely on human missions. When the time comes, we will be whatever we say, and our status and power will be greater than that of the Creator. At that time, the monastic age may indeed be destroyed, and people will become accustomed to new ways of spreading, learning, and embracing civilized ideas to understand God. Gawain answered the Holy Sister's question, and then he paused and explained, "I learned about this wonderful machine from Mr. Zhao Zhao from the Emperor Song Dynasty, and in his homeland this kind of thing is widely used, and they use it to print the Buddha's sutras and Mr. Kong's sutras. ”

"Buddha...... Mr. Kong......"

"Well, it's the gods of the East. They used the printing press to disseminate God's scriptures and hadiths. Gao Wen shook his head frequently when he saw Kabeamia in the candlelight, knowing that she was difficult to understand for a while, so he simply jumped to the next substantive topic, "Although the mechanism of the printing press in the Imperial Song Dynasty is different from ours here, the words here are more suitable for the survival of the printing press, and if it is not used to improve it, it is really a tyrannical thing." By the way, I've read some of your new teachings on my way here. As he spoke, Gawain walked to the edge of the table, took out the scroll and unfolded it, pressing the corner with the candlestick, "I think it's still a little flawed, Holy Sister." For example, the black and white pope said, "In the future you are going to say that the new pope that we have established is white and bright, and St. Peter's is black and degenerate, and there will be a long struggle between the two. But this theory of black and white, good and evil, is actually unattractive to the general public, because the logic is not self-consistent, we accuse the Pope of being the black devil, and like the Paulines in history, they destroy the icon and cancel the sacrament; And the Pope can also attack us as heretics at the same time, and not doing icon worship is a sign of disobedience and evil. In this way, there is no advantage to the Pope at all. ”

This was quite reasonable, and Kabeamia pondered.

Therefore, the preparation of theories should not be anxious, but should be considered in the long run. The printing press can be built overnight, but the theory cannot. For example, icon worship, you are a Pauline heretic (the Holy Sister replied angrily that you are too), you naturally think it is evil, but the people do not see it that way, they think in their hearts that the human Jesus and the Virgin are affectionately visible. If you want to abandon worship, that is, you will offend yourself and cut off the people, and what can you talk about strength? What do people crave? I think that one is to be able to read and understand the scriptures on one's own, the second is to be close to Christ, and the third is to atone for sins in some practical way to attain earthly happiness. By approaching and perfecting these three perspectives, our new doctrine will be able to become unstoppable in the future in line with the synagogue system and the printing press. ”

"Okay, I'll keep trying." Then Kabeamia suddenly woke up a little, a little angry, "Why, why? I'll listen to the chatter of you, a layman, here to guide and preach......"

It was getting late, and in a large room in the post area of the market town, the little sunfish stood triumphantly in front of a curtain in the front hall and the back hall, looking at the sleeping officer who was walking towards him slowly with his head down.

"It's already done, it's good. Let's talk about the locks all night tonight. ”

Wen Ruomina was about to cry, "Please bear with my ancestors, haven't we already talked in great detail in the inner city of Merite?" ”

"Your ancestors are going to see the actual drill, so you should know by now what my caravan is all about!" After the little sunfish finished speaking, he brushed the curtain behind him.

Wen Ruomina almost collapsed on the ground in fright.

Behind the curtain, a thick wooden plank that was flat like a bed lay horizontally, "This is the lock chamber!" ”

On the upper side of the so-called "lock chamber" of the thick wooden plank, there is a small board with holes and iron cables erected horizontally, and on the lower side is a large board, in which a peach-shaped hole is chiseled, and there is a pedal on the left and right below, "This is the lock gate!" ”

There is also a cardinal frame under the "lock chamber", which allows it to swing up and down, left and right like a perfume bottle rapid-fire cannon, and on top of it are connected several rope buckles hanging from the ceiling, and a bell is tied, "This is the culvert and the sluice for draining and filling the water!" ”

Looking at this shameful and hideous thing, the sleeping officer almost collapsed, it turned out that it was these components that Agnes was carrying in the caravan, "Then, who is the ship?" Me? ”

"What do you say? If you are willing to obey, I can consider giving up my revenge on you in the future, so that you can continue to be a sleeping officer in the court of Tarsus, with a good salary and excellent treatment. How, think about it. ”

"It's a shame." The sleeping officer begged bitterly.

But Agnes showed no sympathy, "Shame? Is it as great as the shame I suffered that night? I have lost the most precious and purest thing, and I have lost all knowledge of which I can be proud. So saying, she grabbed the sleeping officer by the sleeve and locked her to a pillar by the curtain.

Soon after, several maids were summoned, and the little sunfish commanded, "Immediately you will work together to send this beautiful 'little sailboat' into the lock!" ”

Before they could answer, Agnes heard a "click" behind her......

On the couch of a certain bedroom in the cellar of the small building in the shade of the synagogue, Cabeamia arched her waist, her hands were tightly pressed by Gawain above, her back was all wet with the sweat falling from Gawain's chest, her legs lying on her stomach and Gawain's legs on it were pressed together, and after a crazy spear thrust, the two of them shook together for a long time, Gawain gasped and leaned down, pressed against Kabeamia, whose eyes were straight, and comfortably bit her wide earlobes and slender neck.

"I feel like I'm a fake consul......" Kabeamia, who was slowly recovering from her near-death state, lay on her side, surrounded by Gawain from behind, her eyes tired and misty, and muttered something like this, "The archon should be chaste and pure to the point of unshakability, but now I have done everything and everything that has been ugly." ”

But the holy sister did not complain for too long, and went to sleep peacefully.

Gawain also fell asleep, but soon the fire flickered on the cellar steps, with the sound of hurried footsteps. Gawain immediately jumped down, grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself in it, turned around, and when he climbed the steps, he saw several guards approaching with a pale-faced Wen Ruominna, her hair was loose and disheveled.

"What's going on? Aren't you supposed to be with the little sunfish? Seeing this scene, Gawain was frightened.