The bells of the temple wafted over the streets of Tarir, startling the white doves that pecked lightly at the wrinkled palms of the priest of Charlest.

Looking at the believers who came and went for Mass, the priest sighed softly as he drew a stick figure of rice on his chest with his fingers.

Standing up and squatting on the steps of the square in front of the door, and patting the main priest's garment, painted with rice and lions, Charlest walked sadly along the flow of people towards the temple.

The main hall is a gorgeous cathedral with a circular vault that symbolizes the generosity and love of the Mother Goddess, and the prayers of the devotees mixed with solemn chants in praise of the Mother Earth Goddess can be faintly heard outside the hall.

Bypassing the main hall, Charst turned into the ornate monastery complex at the back, where the monks lived, and every year the city's nobles or merchants brought their children here to train them to serve the goddess.

Knocking on a simple wooden door, Charst nodded casually to the nun who opened the door, raised his left foot and walked in without hurrying.

There is no ornate decoration in the room behind the door, a wooden table and two chairs are all furniture.

Looking inside, a middle-aged man was drinking tea there unhurriedly, the man was majestic, the standard loose penance clothes looked slightly narrow on his body, and an exaggerated scratch crossed the entire face, giving the silent face a bit of hideousness.

Sitting on a clean wooden chair, Charlest raised his teacup and took a sip, the bitter taste of the strong tea spreading wantonly in his mouth, and the bitter taste that rushed to the top of his head made him almost vomit.

Looking at the middle-aged monk in front of him who had turned his back to him since his arrival, Charst finally couldn't help but speak: "Donnie has returned to the embrace of the goddess. ”

The room was silent, and it could only be heard, and it was clear that the man had no intention of answering him, which made Charlest feel a little embarrassed, but at the same time even more annoyed.

He shouted at his old friend with some anger, "As his teacher, do you have anything to say about the sacrifice of the most gifted young people of the younger generation of the Tarir Temple?"

The middle-aged man's background was as dull as a mountain, and he tilted his head slightly and squinted back.

A deep and majestic voice burst out from his chest: "Then as his adoptive father, Lord Charlest, what unique opinion do you have on this matter?"

Charest's hand holding the teacup froze slightly, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief who had killed a piece of the world for the future of the temple several times from cultists and monsters.

With a trembling voice, the old man shouted out with some bitterness, "You doubt me?"

"I didn't doubt you, Charist, I knew it wouldn't be you. ”

The back was still there, he said softly, but his next sentence made the old man's heart throb.

"But you are their accomplice. ”

"What are you talking about, Your Excellency Ascetic Rudolph, for the sake of the Temple to be as brilliant as it is today, I have given everything to the Mother Goddess, how can you, how can you?" the old man's breathing began to rapid, and his trembling hands showed that the supreme leader of the Temple had lost his former peace.

"How can you slander me out of thin air? The ascetic still calmly responded to the old man who was almost fainting from breath.

"But I'm still going to blame you, Master Charlest. He continued to say blandly, "The temple today has a wide reputation, a huge number of believers and power, which is very different from the situation when we first ignited the flame of great faith in the Mother Goddess in Tahrir forty years ago, Your Highness Charles, this is undoubtedly your great offering to the Most High Mother Goddess. ”

"At the beginning, a few of us who came here from the Eastern Continent were obviously convinced of you, and you have wisdom and thinking that are far beyond ours. ”

Yes, how good it was at that time, although all the conditions were very difficult, although there was the persecution of cultists, the threat of a large number of monsters, and even the obstruction of other righteous forces, we finally took root in this land and sowed the seeds of faith. From scratch, from small to large, it is a joint effort of all people. For this great cause, the priests Mado and Soli died at the hands of the cultists, and the paladin Laon was disemboweled open by the griffin, but it was all worth it.

Recalling the history of struggle in the past, the old man showed a smile of remembrance, and really wanted to go back to that good time.

However, the ascetic's next words pulled the priest Charles back from his memory.

He no longer used an understatement, but roared angrily: "But you have changed!"

Like a lion baring its hideous fangs, Rudolph turned sharply, staring at the old man, the forerunner he once admired so much.

"Thou hast allowed selfish aristocrats and profit-seeking merchants with filthy minds to enter the Temple, and allowed them to build on the foundation we have worked so hard to build, for the sake of so-called prosperity and development!"

Like a never-ending storm on the sea, the storm of ascetic wrath continues.

"You allow them to perform one dirty trick after another in the temple bells! You allow them to betray and persecute their fellows for so-called profit! You even allow them to trade with the cultists, to protect and help these blasphemers from the stinking gutters!

"We were dissatisfied with what those guys on the Eastern Continent were doing to find the Pure Land, and now you've perfectly replicated the actions of those disgusting guys. ”

The old man's face was covered with tears, and he looked at the ascetic almost pleadingly. "I don't, it's not like that, don't say it, okay?"

However, his request was not answered, and Rudolph looked at the Lord Priestess indifferently and asked coldly.

"In the past twenty years, Lord Priest, your divine attainments have not improved much, which is not consistent with the genius who originally had the title of god, in the past twenty years, are you like those old things in the Eastern Continent, you can't receive oracles?"

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the old man fell from his chair with a thud, and the hot tea and the porcelain pieces of the teacup were scattered all over the ground, and he trembled and lowered his head in frustration, and his long gray hair was draped over his shoulders.

"Yes, it's been a long time, the Mother Goddess has been away from me for a long time, and I am desperately wondering every day if something is wrong, if the people of the Mother Goddess are starving again. He sighed faintly, "I have paid the price of decentralization to the nobles and merchants to participate in the affairs of the Temple, and I have exchanged food from them for distribution to the poor, and I hope that with the efforts of all of them everything will be fine, but every day I can still hear the despair of the believers about life, perhaps, I am really wrong." ”

He turned his head to the nuns who were standing silently and said, "Spread my word, the oracle of Mother God has issued a traitor to the temple, and all the members of the temple will start a purge campaign from now on. ”

Then he looked back at the ascetic in front of him.

"Rudolphin, believe me one more time, help me one more time, ...... cultist"

"Do as you have told, Lord Priest. ”