Under the influence of official power, Orthodoxy gradually covered the original faith of Gaul-Nalona, and at first the Iron Law Bureau and the choir thought that it would be a difficult process, but in terms of the reaction, it seemed that they were too worried.

As long as there is a small benefit, people will easily give up the original faith, it can be housing, it can be food, it can be a small income...... In short, the influence of Orthodoxy is increasing day by day.

There were also staunch believers who rejected all this, and caused strife and conflict due to the growing strength of Orthodoxy, but these did not affect the rise of Orthodoxy.

Leaflets with abridged doctrines flew all over the sky, and missionaries loomed in the crowd not far away.

Juao crouched down and picked up the water-soaked flyer.

He was a sailor, with tanned skin and a sturdy body under his coat, and the fishing boats he worked on were still docked and repaired, and the grumpy captain had given them a few days off, or he would have had no time to slow down and pick up these strange leaflets.

"Orthodox ......"

Juao read the words on the flyer.

He had been in school for a few years and knew some words, and Juao had hoped to become a teacher, but his family's poverty did not allow him to complete his studies, and in order to make a living, he sailed with ships as a sailor when he was still a minor.

But fortunately, because of his literacy, he was quite valued in the eyes of the grumpy captain, although the guy scolded all day long, but the captain actually had a little respect for these things.

"What is this?"

Hu Ao read the difficult teachings, he was only literate, and he could not understand the complex teachings, but he turned the leaflet over, and some of the words attracted his attention.

"Church classes, faith subsidies, regular communion ......"

Juo was fascinated by these words, which, unlike difficult doctrines, were too simple to convey.

It is full of Orthodox welfare policies, which are said to be welfare, but in fact there are few useful things, and many citizens do not care about these things, everyone just looks at them, and then laughs disdainfully, and then throws away the leaflets.

Some of the welfare policies of the Evangelical Church are far better than those of the Orthodox Church, and in this long period of development they have been deeply rooted in the soil of Gaulnalo, and many strong monastic societies have developed in them, compared to which the Orthodox Church is like sending beggars.

But Juao did not throw away the leaflet like the others, he clung to the wet paper, deeply attracted by its contents.

Juao is almost twenty-six years old this year, and before he knows it, he has spent almost ten years at sea, and he knows very well that the money he has saved over the years is not enough for him to live a good life, let alone buy a house that can accommodate him.

With this in mind, he walked to the steps and sat down a short distance away.

Juao had read books, and his outlook on life was slightly different from that of other sailors, and he knew very well that his current efforts would not change anything at all, that some were just a simple livelihood, and he did not even dare to talk to the lady in the roadside flower shop, who would smile at him every time he passed on his way back.

He was well aware of his predicament, but he was powerless to change it.

This is probably the most desperate time in life, sometimes Juao wants to indulge like other sailors, but he is not willing to be completely depraved, he still has some expectations for a better life in the future, but this hope is so slim.

But now it seems to be a little different.

Juao looked at the words on the flyer, the last line of writing that made his heart beat slightly.

"No credentials are required, no matter how high or low you are......"

Over the years, the faith of the Evangelical Church has undergone a slight qualitative change in the land of Gaulnalo, and although it is not explicitly stated, it has become the consensus of everyone and the habit of taking it for granted.

He allowed the populace to believe in them, but there was a vague hierarchy of believers, and some say that it was like the Holy Gospel Papal States, where the "believers" had become another form of "aristocracy", but there was no overly obvious distinction.

A man like Juao was not destined to be favored, he could pray, but he could get nothing but inner comfort from prayer, let alone the things that the evangelical church was open to, and he remembered that as a child, one of his playmates wanted to be a pastor, and when he saw him again, he sat alone on the steps by the side of the road, looking lonely.

Juao carefully calculated these benefits of the Orthodox Church, and if he chose to believe in them, Juao would save a lot of money during the time of his docking, just by having the sacrament served regularly, and he didn't care whether the food was good or bad, he had eaten worse things at sea.

Before he knew it, Juao was completely impressed, and he anxiously searched for the address, but the part was soaked in seawater, and the handwriting was distorted together, and it was impossible to read it clearly.

"Where!

Juao grabbed the leaflet and talked to himself anxiously.

With his head down, he walked briskly along the side of the road, remembering that there were still many flyers here, and now none of them were gone.

Thinking so, he saw the familiar paper in the corner of his eyes, and Hu Ao directly bent his knees to get the leaflet, but at this moment one foot stepped on it, and his leather shoes were polished, and Hu Ao's own outline could be faintly seen from it.

Juao looked up slowly, and it was a man, neatly dressed, with a silver cross around his neck, a golden bracelet in his arms, and his hands were full of leaflets, which were twisted into a ball.

The man looked at Juao, and for some reason, Juao was stung by his gaze.

The man didn't say much, but laughed a little unknowingly, and he moved his foot, walked to the trash can on the side, and threw the leaflets in his hand.

During the whole process, the two didn't say a word, and there was no communication between Hu Ao and the man, but for some reason, Hu Ao felt that he was faintly stung.

He picked up the leaflet and walked out into the corner of the street.

He had seen that kind of gaze before, and he had seen it many times, and sometimes those bad people would mock themselves with these things, and he didn't think it was anything at the time, after all, he was used to it, but this time the man didn't say anything.

For a moment, Juao wanted the man to say something, whether it was sarcastic or degrading him, at least something, one way or another.

But he didn't say anything, as if he didn't exist and didn't deserve to be ridiculed.

It's a very strange emotion, and Hu Ao doesn't know how to describe it, although he says he knows how to read, but there are too many things that the teacher didn't have time to teach him.

He was dressed in dirty clothes, and there was a lingering smell of fish, and every time he docked, Juao would scrub himself vigorously, but he could always smell a little peculiarity, as if the damn smell had penetrated deep into his body like a sharp knife, like a brand, and he could not get rid of it in this life.

Juao didn't want to stay here any longer, he lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at anyone, but he could feel the gaze, as if everyone was looking at him with the same gaze as the man just now.

He ran wildly.

Juao rushed all the way back to the docks, embracing the stinking sea breeze and becoming one with it.

I don't know how long it took for him to slowly raise his head and look at the world again, the docks were still as busy as they were, and the sailors were carrying their goods up and down, as if they were tireless.

Hu Ao suddenly felt that everyone was also sober, and everyone knew that going on like this was just an endless exhaustion, but everyone couldn't do anything, and finally became numb.

The melodious whistle sounded, and the creation of human industry slowly sailed into the port, and Juao on the dock only felt that the sky was dark, and the huge shadow that raised his head obscured his body little by little.

He recognized the handwriting on the cruise ship.

White Tide.

Juão remembers the ship, and some of the sailors who had the privilege of boarding it said it was a paradise on the sea, with luxurious food and drink, and comfortable and soft beds......

The ladder was lowered, and Hu Ao saw the people coming out of it, each of them full of confidence, a completely different appearance from himself, a look that made him envious.

There were slightly peculiar guys in the crowd, carrying one suitcase after another, which looked like suitcases for pianos, and they talked and laughed all the way, and the orchestra soon left Juao's view.

They were very close, but Hu Ao felt that he was separated from them by a whole world.

......

"It's been a long time...... Gallo Nalo. ”

Walking down the long ladder, Lorenzo stopped.

The midday sun was too hot for him to open, and he looked up and squinted at the familiar city.

"It was here a few years ago that I robbed a cargo ship and tried to return to Invig, but was stopped before I could sail out of the waters of Gaulnalo. ”

Seeing the familiar scenery, Lorenzo couldn't help but talk about the past.

"And then?"

Eve asked, like everyone else, in her uniform with the Royal Orchestra of Invig, carrying a violin case in her hand.

Intrigued by Lorenzo's adventures, she asked, following behind Lorenzo.

"And then I snatched their boat, not to mention, much faster than the fishing boat. ”

Lorenzo said nostalgically.

Eve was stunned for a moment, but when she thought about it, she was too.

"So that's what you did, bringing Seleu back?"

"Almost, by the way, I almost forgot, you must have seen her, right?" Lorenzo said.

"Of course, after all, I will inherit the title in the future, and there will always be a chance to get to know him. Eve replied.

"Gallinaro!

The sound of joy came from the front, like a child excited to see something new, but the person who made the sound was not a child.

"Why is he so happy?" Lorenzo couldn't help but frown.

"Director Lennette has always wanted to bring his music to the world, having applied for a tour a long time ago, but it was only recently approved, and Gallinaro will be the first stop on his tour. ”

Behind him, Haybold explained.

"So North Dro paid for the entire tour?" Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, which was a big deal.

"For now, yes, but the orchestra will also use it to help promote North Drodro, which can be considered a kind of cooperation. ”

"It always feels like North Dro is losing. Lorenzo said.

"Gallinaro!"

Another joyous voice rang out, but this time in the rear.

The kestrel looked around, and couldn't contain the excitement on his face.

"Oh, oh, oh, this is the port of Maruli! it's so big!"

He seems to have really come to visit.

Kestrel is indeed understandably excited, after all, he has lived so much, and he has never left Invig to see the scenery of another country.

"Indeed, I remember that it was a naval base, and Marury was an expansion on it. Do you want to go and have a souvenir together?"

Hercule's voice rang out, and it seemed that there was more than just a kestrel traveler.

Since getting off the boat, Hercule has no pain in his waist and no soreness in his legs.

Although you are involved in a dangerous job, you don't need to put too much pressure on yourself.

"Do you want to go straight next?"

Erin, who was in the middle of the crowd, asked, and in order not to be detected, she made a slight disguise and changed into an orchestra costume at the same time.

It seems that Nordro really gave Captain Lennette a large amount of money, and he has no opinion on adding people to the team again, and in order to find suitable clothes for Irene, he is now taking off clothes from one of the team members.

"No, follow the orchestra, we're musicians now. ”

Lorenzo reminded.

This is their disguised identity, according to the expected idea, after Lorenzo settles everything, everyone will pretend that nothing has happened and leave with the orchestra, but this is only expected, after all, in Lorenzo's prediction, there is no choir.

"Here! here!"

Leonette in front of him waved his hand and shouted, and the carriage was already ready to meet him in the streets.

This guy was so excited that he danced his hands as he walked, as if he was conducting an orchestra, humming the melody of "Ode to Joy" in his mouth.

"It looks like a nice city, but it's not very reassuring to be there. ”

Hercule said, and at the end of his line of sight were rows of docked warships.

"Don't worry, those things are already memorials, I've been there once before, and there's really nothing. Erin explained.

After the defeat, Gaulinaro removed the weapons of these uncommissioned warships and transformed them into water memorials one after another, and there were some fears that they were preserving their forces, but with the development of steam technology, these warships have long been outdated.

"Well, it's good to go and see it, I haven't been on a battleship yet. Hercule said.

"Alright, stop talking, it's time for us to go. ”

Lorenzo in front of him said, but he didn't mean to move in the slightest.

Lorenzo watched the dark shadow rising in the wind, grabbing it quickly as he passed by.

It was a leaflet with the abbreviated teachings of the Orthodox Church, the place of the meeting, and the enthronement of the Pope......