In the early morning of the next day, in the square outside the Holy See of Light, more than 10,000 believers were already in place.

It was the darkest time before dawn, and one of the squares in Noda was silent.

More than 10,000 people lined up around the white altar in the center of the square, and directly in front of the altar were more than a hundred "guests" who were neither believers nor dependents.

The cold wind blew, the torches burning all over the square hunted, and the light rain with a little ice crystal hit people's faces and bodies, like a knife cut, and adults could always persevere, and those children who were forcibly brought by their parents were different, and there were commotions from time to time.

At this time, the priests who patrolled the surroundings like hounds would rush to stop them at the first time, and under their short but severe reprimands, the meeting hall quickly returned to peace.

The solemn, silent, and tense atmosphere grew heavier and heavier.

In their words, they can't even endure this little suffering, what kind of piety do they talk about, what kind of faith do they talk about?

Adults and children are the same before the faith, just as the Holy See declares that all men are equal before the glory of the Lord.

Among the "guests" in front of the altar, there was also a thin figure trembling slightly.

Her name is Fang Yan, a seventeen-year-old girl who has just lost her home and mother.

She shivered not because of the cold, but because of the anger and hatred in her heart.

The girl was struggling to suppress it, and on the altar, there were a pair of eagle-sharp eyes staring at her.

This is a very fierce person who prays for light, as if he knows the anger and hatred in Fang Yan's heart, so he pays close attention to her, and once he finds any signs of her outburst, he will act at the first time and strangle it.

At this time, a cold and equally trembling hand grabbed Fang Yan's palm, and Fang Yan raised his head slightly, seeing a pair of frightened and pleading eyes.

This is her father.

A man who is "cowardly and incompetent", and even his wife died tragically at the hands of others, and he does not dare to ask for an explanation.

Fang Yan forcefully broke his hand out, took a deep breath and lowered his head, closing his eyes.

Why, why did she have to endure such humiliation?

The murderer pays for his life, and it is justified.

Now the murderer is not only fine, but the family of the victim like her has to wait for her grand appearance in the cold wind!?

This is an apology!?

This is also an explanation and explanation?

It's a ridiculous joke!

The other party didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, and he didn't have the slightest intention of repenting, so what else did he want them to do.

See how high she is and how she shows this charity-like mercy?

The dialect will never forget, the picture of the mother who melted half of her body and swallowed her last breath in her arms.

I will never forget what the Holy See did afterwards!

That arrogance, that right, that gift, that almsgiving, and the disgusting face of "being honored".

Is this the light, is this justice?

Bullshit!

If this is the light, this is justice, then she would rather fall into the darkness than be in the company of this arrogance and hypocrisy!

Fang Yan knew that her thoughts were dangerous, but she couldn't help but think about it, so that the whole person changed, and the innocent Fang Yan who used to be under the wings of her parents was replaced by this gloomy, withdrawn, and taciturn person.

When my eyes are closed, I can't see, and my mind recalls my mother's voice and smile, and anger and hatred are replaced by grief and longing.

The dialect no longer trembled, it was normal, and the person praying for light on the altar was satisfied, so he no longer stared at her, but focused on the next object that needed to be monitored and guarded against.

The cold wind was howling, and after ten minutes, a hint of fish belly white appeared on the distant skyline.

At this time, a large number of neat and solemn footsteps appeared!

There was a bang, from all directions, and the dialect was also pulled by his father, and he involuntarily knelt down on one knee facing the altar.

Here she comes, here she comes!

Fang Yan stared at the crack in the floor tiles, and a tenacious little grass had just grown out of the crack, and this little grass, just like her, was so abrupt, fragile, and discordant in this square.

Footsteps rang from far and near, and large fluffy, white skirts passed in front of Fang Yan's body, all the way up to the high altar.

Morning classes began.

Tens of thousands of people performed a heavy and short ritual and recited aloud eulogies in praise of the goddess of light, led by a priest.

There was no one to guide the "guests" of the dialects, but a similar voice sounded around her.

This voice was extremely harsh and disgusting, which made Fang Yan endure it very hard, and he wanted to jump up several times, catch these flattering and shameless people, and ask them if they still have shame and conscience, and how they can be worthy of their relatives who have just died.

The morning class ended at the height of the atmosphere, when the first rays of sunlight fell on the altar, and a figure of great attention came out, and under the gaze of countless admiring, excited, and awe-struck eyes, he spoke gently: "Brothers, sisters, you all know or have experienced the disaster that happened a few days ago! ”

"The Holy See and I must give you an account of the enormous loss of life and property caused by this disaster."

"Here, I want to apologize to the families of the victims!"

"I'm sorry, everyone, it's because of our negligence and recklessness that your relatives have suffered misfortune!"

There was a huge commotion in the square, and some people could not accept such a statement, shouting, it is not the fault of His Majesty, and others shouted, this is their honor, etc.

Fang Yan clenched his fists tightly.

"Silence!"

Under the pressure of the priests, the commotion quickly subsided, but the atmosphere changed completely, but without any reproach and criticism, but ......

The dialect feels the rejection and hostility from tens of thousands!

This brings great pressure and anxiety to the people around you.

For some reason, the dialect wants to laugh!

Is there such a funny thing in the world?

Without!

And it's just like that!

And so for granted!

"This catastrophe and loss could have been avoided because of the negligence of the Holy See and my impulsiveness!"

"This is our responsibility, we will not run away from it, we represent the light, we represent justice, the Lord said: before faith, all people are equal."

"Apologies are not enough, family members, if there are any requests that can be put forward on the spot, no matter what kind of conditions, as long as they do not violate the main purpose of the light, they can be met!"

As soon as the voice on the altar fell, an excited middle-aged woman knelt down in front of the left side of the dialect, kowtowing and shouting: "Your Majesty, this is his glory that my son died on the sacred battlefield where light overcomes darkness, and now you say this to deprive you of this glory!?" ”

"No, it's not, don't get me wrong, this eldest sister!"

"If it's not, why do you say this, Your Majesty, you are so kind and selfless...... The Holy See has done a good enough job, you say, right? ”

As a result, including the father of the dialect, they all began to nod desperately, emotionally, and even more exaggerated than this middle-aged woman.

Suddenly, Fang Yan didn't want to laugh anymore, and the chill invaded her body little by little, making her "frozen" and stiff.