When the carriage with the Davis family crest drove into the Rhine Boulevard, the news of the "wild seed" entering the city quietly flew into the ears of the rich and noble idlers in the Lehman aristocratic circle, large and small, who were very interested in this matter.

These people immediately wondered if they would be able to see the Davis family's jokes tomorrow, but the main lord, like ordinary civilians in the Empire, followed the flow of people into the prayer hall opened to the general public in the Cathedral of the Holy Light.

Thanks to donations from many nobles, the Diocese of Lehman devotes a large amount of money every year to the renovation of the 100-acre cathedral.

Among them, the prayer place where people come and go is naturally the place where daily wear and tear is the most severe.

The two little angel sculptures standing at the door are often baptized by countless groping pigs because of their simple and cute appearance and the meaning of word of mouth.

The place where the paint has been worn off the head and face reveals the mottled undertone inside.

Four priest-like figures are meticulously repairing around the two statues with tools.

Isis stood by and watched for a few moments, and when he realized that the men did not intend to use their magical powers to complete the repairs, he walked around in a boring manner.

The interior of the prayer center is about 10 meters high and 40 meters wide, and there are 50 rows of wooden benches in the middle, which are crowded with religious civilians.

There were also travelers like Is, who were just admiring them, who did not feel comfortable occupying the benches to rest, and when the priest came to remind them that the time for worship was approaching, they walked out through the small door on the right hand side of the prayer center.

The priest glanced at Is, and saw that the stranger, who was obviously not a member of the congregation, did not seem to have any intention of leaving, so he came over and asked, "Sir, are you planning to stay for the service?" ”

"Hmm."

The priest did not doubt the faith of Is, and it was extremely rude to rashly doubt the faith of others. Of course, the average person wouldn't lie about this kind of thing.

"It's your first time in the imperial capital." And the priest said.

"Why must it be the first time, maybe I'm just not here much, and I usually pray at home."

The priest smiled kindly, "Because the Light will help me remember every brother and sister who came here, and I really haven't seen you before today. ”

Dia acquired this ability to remember at the age of six, but he wasn't the most special.

God has many wonderful children, but He is just the most ordinary of them, and He is here to be the guide to bring his brothers and sisters home.

The world is huge, and it is true that there are many brothers and sisters scattered all over the empire who are unable to come to this beacon set by God in the world for various reasons.

What Dia has to do is to help them let go of their reserve and inferiority complex, and integrate into the embrace of the Light as comfortably as possible.

He stood on tiptoe and looked ahead, then whispered to Is, "Please follow me." ”

Following the odd priest in front of him, Iss bypassed the rows of seats from the side, and was finally led to the closest position to the high platform in front of him.

At the very end of the first row sat a middle-aged woman with her son praying.

The boy, who was four or five years old, also occupied a seat, so if Isken was to squeeze in, there would indeed be one more person here.

Isis must have been willing, and he wanted to study the "worship" up close.

And the middle-aged woman, after being looked at by the aliens, also quickly pulled the little boy up and hugged her on her lap.

Dia gratefully bowed to the women, and was delighted to see his brother who had come from afar sitting closest to the Light.

It's a very good start, he thought.

The prayer house gradually fell silent.

Three teams of boys in white and blue robes walked up to the right side of the platform and stood up.

"This is the choir of Imperial College". Dia turned her head to Ise and explained, he seemed to have the intention of accompanying Ise the whole time.

Then there are the pastors, the black-clad pastor who reads the doctrine, and the white-clad pastor who does nothing, except that when the congregation begins to recite excerpts from today's service, they follow along.

The boys sang three times, once at the beginning, once after the prayers were over, and the last time after the black-clad priest had finished preaching.

The whole worship process was very boring, at least to someone like Is, who was expecting something interesting to happen, and the worship process of the Followers of the Holy Light was as boring as a language class for students in the Z country of Earth.

With the exception of the singing human cubs, each of these humans in priest robes has that mysterious energy on them, but they just don't use them, much to the displeasure of the aliens.

Consciousness quietly attached to every priest present, including Dia beside Is, and with just one thought, these priests could be splashed with blood on the spot.

However, this is the Holy Light's largest stronghold in Lehman, and these young priests may not be able to perceive the approaching danger, but there are always people in the Holy Light Church in Nuoda who can sense that something is wrong......

There was a boom, and a sculpture that had been just adorning the high wall of the prayer house suddenly came to life. The gray skin became vivid, and the dull eyes instantly became abnormal!

The long golden hair, the cheeks carved by the knife and the axe, the bare chest, and the white wings, all radiated the light of holy light!

It's a winged angel!

Unfortunately, the lower half of his body was still a pile of dead objects embedded in the wall, which made Islu a little regretful.

"Oh my God, angel, it's an angel!!"

"In the Light, your most devout believers pray to you that this year's harvest will be ......"

All the believers burst into tears of emotion when the prayer house suddenly performed a miracle that had never been seen before, and some fell to their knees on the spot, buried their heads deep in the palms of their hands that lay on the ground, and praised the majesty of the Holy Light over and over again.

"Wow......"

But the little boy sitting in his mother's arms wailed uncharacteristically.

The angel's expression was not friendly, it was even a little hideous, and the adults ignored it because of their faith, and only this little guy was keenly aware of the malice behind the light.

Angels are coming!

The cardinals in the Church of the Holy Light learned of the news for the first time, and the column of knights of the Six Routes rode in and surrounded the prayer hall layer by layer, driving away all the idlers who tried to sneak into the prayer center.

Those people didn't understand what was going on, but they just knew something was wrong.

The news spread ten, ten, hundreds, and within an hour, half of the imperial capital knew about the prayer of the Holy Light Cathedral, and I was afraid that something had happened.

And the author of all this pretended not to know anything, closed his eyes and prayed aloud, his face flushed with excitement, and it was impossible to tell the difference between him and the believers by the naked eye.

"Holy Light, what are you going to do!"

A wealthy merchant who had been bowing his head and praying suddenly felt a darkness above his head, and as soon as he looked up, a huge shield of holy light was actually hanging only ten centimeters away from the top of his head.

More heavily armed Templars streamed in through the gates, and before the crowd could react, they were already surrounded by the Light.

"It's okay, don't worry, it's okay......"

Dia's words were not very convincing, and her slightly fluttering pupils showed that her heart was not as calm as he had said.

The boy's cry grew louder, and the winged angel turned his head as a result.