"Hello, Margaret."

Radia blinked, staring at the girl. In terms of temperament, the two are somewhat similar, but she is half a head taller than Miss Mage.

There was a brief silence.

The aristocratic girl glanced at Miss Mage, and then at the four young men beside her. After the carriage stopped, the groom was already standing behind her, with an unkind look in his eyes.

"Are these four your servants?"

Seeing that Miss Mage did not answer, the smile on the noble girl's face remained unchanged, and she spoke softly, but her tone immediately became quite arrogant.

"Miss Crane, these impudent servants should be disciplined and beware of the trouble...... This time, for your sake, I won't bother with them for the first time. ”

It seems that Levin's phrase "dog offal" has already made her hear.

Servant? Miss Crane?

Gross knew that Miss Mage's full name was Radia Crane, and she seemed to have known the aristocratic girl in front of her for a long time.

He, Scott, Oliver, and Levine were treated as servants.

So, what is Ladia's true identity?

Gross suddenly had some curiosity.

"Margaret, I'm sorry, we still have some things."

Miss Mage began to have a cold little face, she looked at the bandit leader, and turned to leave directly in front of the noble girl's gaze-

Gross and his party walked from the square towards the church.

I heard a sneer from a noble girl behind me.

Don't care about it yet?

Now in Karthus, Gross has his own purpose, and he doesn't want to be too much of a wrong—he notices the ill-sighted groom.

It was a young man, tall and handsome, and judging by his appearance, he had some aristocratic blood.

Perhaps the side branches or illegitimate children of the nobility, these people often did not have a formal title in the family, but they were much closer to the nobility itself than ordinary subordinates.

This guy looked at Gross very unpleasantly.

Just a beginner in employment.

And the strength of the aristocratic girl is not much stronger than that of her groom.

It's a pity that it's a crowded church square, otherwise, he wouldn't mind teaching the guy a deep lesson. As for the girl, for her sake, forget it—

A patrol of security guards had just passed through the square, and if there was such a scene as beating up children in the street, it would definitely cause a sensation and riot, which would bring a series of troubles.

He thought about it for a while, but gave up trying.

Upon entering the church, the high dome casts a soft silver glow overhead, and it is a large and bright hall, where priests in white robes can occasionally be seen passing by, and some civilians in ordinary costumes are kneeling neatly in the center of the hall to perform prayer ceremonies.

There are no aristocrats among these people.

Because the nobles came to the church and had other places.

They had separate prayer rooms and separate priests who directed the ritual.

The embodiment of hierarchical dignity is everywhere.

But Gross didn't care about any of that when he came to Karthus.

According to his in-game memories, he knew that he could learn the [First Aid] skill from the priest by donating Rael, and that there were some special places in this church that were used to trade various items made by the church.

The gods on high do not eat the fireworks of the world, but the believers of the gods are not.

In fact, the functioning of any organization, including religion, is always inseparable from the support of money.

Money is a power.

It has nothing to do with good and evil, nothing about greatness or lowliness.

In the halls of the Calthus Cathedral, there are many people moving and stopping, but there is no noise all around.

The center of the hall.

Sunlight shines through the crystal clear green glass skylight, and a tall, thin middle-aged priest bathes in soft light, his appearance is dignified and serious, his brow is slightly frowned, holding the scroll in his hand, standing in front of the prayer person, bowing his head from time to time to reciting the scriptures.

After each sentence was recited, the prayer congregations in the hall echoed in unison in a kneeling posture.

The structural design and choice of materials in the hall seem to have something unique, and these sounds buzz and echo in the ears, like bells and bells ringing in unison, and people can't help but have the urge to bow and worship from the heart.

Sacred, solemn.

These tranquil sounds penetrate the eardrums and reach the depths of the soul.

Among them were merchants, artisans, craftsmen, farmers, and mercenaries—and happy smiles spread across the faces of those of different ages and appearances as the words of the teachings of the Divine Radiance were reduced to long sentences.

This smile seems to be the inadvertent bloom of a beautiful heart.

The priest who guides prayer is regarded as a messenger of salvation from the suffering and misfortune of the world, and this dedicated and pious prayer is like a warm spring breeze that soothes the hearts of those who are confused or in pain.

More people in the hall stopped, their eyes calming and clear.

Oliver, Scott, and Levine seemed to be drawn to the scene of prayer, and as they looked in front of the praying man and cast their eyes on the middle-aged priest, they saw the priest look up and smile at them.

Gross was silent.

Miss Mage Ladya was looking at him. She looked around the halls of the church, looking out of place in the atmosphere - unlike ordinary commoners and nobles, the academic mages of Bracada pursued the mysteries of all things and the truth of magic.

This group is largely non-believers.

"Mr. Gross?"

Miss Mage stood beside him, suddenly stretched out her little hand and gently pulled off his clothes, and said in a low voice, "I see that you seem to be a little angry, is it because of what happened just now?" ”

She was referring to the aristocratic maiden she met in the square, Margaret.

Gross shook his head, he wouldn't bother with an arrogant little girl over such a thing.

"God has mercy on all beings, so the sun shines, all things grow, and the world is warm and ......"

"God has mercy on all beings, so the Holy Light is omnipresent, and God's eyes are on the mortal ......"

"God has mercy on all beings, the Lord of the Holy Radiance looks upon the world, He is always just, good deeds do not turn into malice because of misunderstanding, and the sun does not turn into the moon by day...... All evil deeds and virtues cannot be hidden from God's eyes......"

By this time, Gross had heard the text of these prayers. In his previous life, he didn't pay much attention to these things in the game-

He was an absolute atheist at heart.

Of course, in the world of this game, the so-called gods do exist, but this does not affect his original view of religion and some purely rational analysis.

Most religions and certain well-structured organizations share a common denominator:

Fictional exaggeration of a god (character) and infinitely exaltation of all kinds of brilliance on him are often written to an absurd and bizarre degree, and then, through all kinds of clever means, the mortal heart is infinitely subordinated, so that mortal beliefs can only be pinned on these ethereal external things.

Gross smiled.

PS: Second update.