Bishop Fels has been working on this idea lately, after all, there are a lot of outstanding students in this class. Each of them wanted to be pushed to the Holy Academy, but even if he kicked out Jiang Muyin, three places were not enough.

The first was Mordred Cain, a fourteen-year-old midshipman who already had the strength to step on the steps of the Holy Church. But what gave Felth a headache was that this kid was an infatuated idiot, and he would rather give up his future to stay by Jiang Mu's invisibility side. That was the case last year, he was supposed to walk up the sacred staircase to the Holy Church, but he refused.

The emissary from the Holy Church chose one person in the end, and in this way wasted two places. This made Firth feel distressed, and his heart was like a knife.

There is also Beronster G. Ina, Duke of Canglan, in the third year of the Intermediate Division. This child should have been on the stage of the Holy Church a long time ago, but in recent years, Canglan Star has died suddenly since he became the Duke of Canglan, and the young Beronster has taken over the title of Duke early.

In recent years, the marquis of those provinces have been a little restless, and Beronster has been dealing with these matters all these years in order to prevent the family's status from changing hands.

With the assistance of Count Dorsno, those marquis have also settled down a lot, and the management of the cronies team has allowed him to leave Canglan Star with peace of mind and go to the Holy Church to study. This is also his last chance, and missing the gates of the Holy Church will be closed to him forever.

The third Bishop of Fels has already had a candidate in mind, this year's graduating and president of the student body at Canglan Eden College, Bhamo.

He was only thirteen years old, but he lived as resolutely as an ascetic priest. He could meditate in the scorching desert heat or on any meadow. Loyal to God, revering each other, he can memorize all the Bible, comparable to a professional priest.

In Firth's mind, this is the current leader of theology in the middle school student body of the college, but it is a pity that he is still only the second in the theology subject list. It is far worse than Jiang Muyin, who is the first in the overall list, the first in the nine sub-lists, and the whole evaluation is above the S-level.

Jiang Muyin didn't speak, but the meaning was already very obvious, he wouldn't retreat.

"If you have to persist like this, I can only cancel your scholarship for this semester. To be honest, I'm sorry because this year there are already three people who have to graduate from here and enter the Holy Church. I know it's unfair to you, but there's a saying in the world that when God closes your door, it often opens a window. Firth said very seriously, and his tone was very solemn, "Someone wants to talk to you, I hope you will know what to do after talking to him." Although that new path may not be quite for you and will be hard. But that's the way the world is, and you can't ask the world to adapt to you. Finally, I'm sorry. Bishop Fels stood up and bowed deeply to Jiang Muyin to apologize.

Jiang Muyin stood up and staggered this bow, obviously he didn't intend to accept this explanation. He has been preparing for this for six years, and has been working quietly since he entered this academy. For six years, someone has already paid the tuition for the first three years, but he paid the fees for the last three years.

For the sake of his and his sister's studies, he squeezed money out of his teeth, sold his physical strength, and ran for tuition almost every day.

The college has a tuition fee of 500,000 yuan per person, and Jiang Muyin needs to hand over 1 million. He was only able to raise money for half a year, which shows how much he paid for it.

Jiang Muyin couldn't have let Bishop Fels' upper lip and lower lip touch to turn his efforts over the years into nothingness, it was God who gave him hope in the first place, how could that great being who was incarnated by the purest light allow such a thing to happen?

God is a just, fair, and righteous being, and He is the light in the hearts of all believers.

Bishop Fels was not annoyed by this, in his opinion, this is all understandable, if it was Jiang Muyin, he himself wanted to give him a fierce jab in the face, but Jiang Muyin did not do it, he just looked at Firth who got up slowly, his eyes were still calm, and he couldn't see any resentment and anger.

But this is what makes Bishop Fels feel uneasy, even frightened. He left the place, not wanting to face the kid again.

Jiang Muyin stood quietly in place, he felt that this world was so cold, as if the cold air of winter had enveloped him. He picked up the green tea on the table and drank it in a big gulp, tears mixed in it, and he didn't know it, he was still drinking it until he drank it all.

He put the cup back on the table, turned and walked towards the door, no matter who Bishop Fels said, he didn't intend to see him.

Jiang Muyin still firmly believes that God holds the crown of righteousness, and all those who do evil will be judged and go to hell to suffer in the lava for eternity.

Now he just didn't see that the world was so big that even God couldn't fill the world with all his light. But he'll see it eventually.

A middle-aged man in a black and gray shirt walked in through another door in the living room, walked to the table in the living room, and looked down at the pair of cups: a cup with tea and half drunk, and a cup without a cup and a clean drink.

He looked at the pair of cups silently, thinking about things from which he was able to write about the child and imagine his state of mind. Eventually he came to the conclusion that there was nothing but calm, abyssal calm.

The middle-aged man shuddered and said to himself, "It's a little unsettling." ”

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Jiang Muyin walked to the Messianic Cathedral, which had been rebuilt, and it had not been a month since it was destroyed. Looking at this glittering cathedral, who would have imagined that not so long ago it was still a ruin?

But what is lost is lost, and even if it has been rebuilt, it is no longer the cathedral it once was.

Jiang Muyin walked into the church, and from time to time there were nuns or priests walking by him, he bowed seriously, and finally found a seat to sit down, looking at the statue quietly. The stone slab underneath it is still written in Old Latin: God-Yahweh.

He began to pray, and in this matter only Bhamo could match him, and it would never stop all year round. Bamo was also here, a boy of two-thirds black and one-third Caucasian ancestry, with dark skin and bright eyes.

He looked at Jiang Muyin at the other end of the church, watching him start praying, and he felt sorry for Jiang Muyin because of the quota. The headmaster approached him and told him about it.

Bamo was very sorry for Jiang Muyin, but he would not withdraw in the matter of the quota, he came from a down-and-out aristocratic family. My father barely held a title of nobility, but in reality he was not even as good as a commoner. If Bhamo can't get ahead, then his family will be doomed. So he can't let it.

Bamo closed his eyes and began to meditate, he was also very quiet, not a man of many words.