Human beings are divided into classes by many complex factors such as income level, comprehensive ability, and status.

The Holy Race only divides classes based on the pure strength of individuals, so the class division of the Holy Race is simpler and more unshakable.

Even if the temple claims that the people of the Lord of Evolution are not superior or inferior, the fact is that it is still their own strength that determines the status of the Holy Race, and now it is just a matter of adding a line of piety or not.

Juliana is not outstanding in either of these points, perhaps much more superior than those of her kind in the "slums", but compared to the black-clergyman, white-clothed guard, and cardinal standing in the Orrigan Cathedral, the gap is like the light of fireflies compared to the bright moon.

Therefore, just standing in front of the door of the holy temple, the terrifying coercion inside made Juliana feel weak in her legs, and the dignified saints, climbing rocks and mountains like walking on the ground, now walking on the soft red carpet are difficult.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Juliana struggled to the altar in the center of the church, she felt that she had exhausted the energy she had gained from eating.

"Your Excellency." Juliana hung her head, waiting for the Holy Emissary to turn around and get down on her knees to kiss his toes—even if Juliana wasn't as devout as most of her kind, she couldn't be more humble in front of the Emissary.

But when the figure in the black and red stand-up collar robe turned around, Juliana was stunned, her knees were only halfway bent, like springs that had lost their elasticity, and could neither continue to press down nor jump back.

Juliana knows the Holy Family in front of her with the image of the red-haired boy, even if she has only seen her face a few times, even if Juliana's memory is not very good, she can clearly remember this face, this is the Bishop of New York who transformed Juliana from a human to a Holy Family.

Behind the red-robed and red-haired bishop, the altar was in shambles, apparently having just finished another transformation ceremony, and presumably many of the Lord's people had lost their way and thrown themselves into the arms of the Lord of Evolution tonight.

The cardinal obviously didn't recognize Juliana anymore, and he ignored Juliana's unusual behavior and complicated expression, and nodded to Juliana, "The Holy Envoy is waiting for you." ”

Juliana was flattered and didn't know how to respond.

"After bathing and changing, follow me to the secret room." The cardinal, not impatiently waiting for Juliana's response, walked around the circular altar towards the deeper depths of the church, and the black-clad priests standing on either side began to clean the altar, and Juliana was stunned for a moment before moving to follow.

After enjoying the extravagant blood bath that she had never dared to imagine before, Juliana suppressed the urge to drink all her bath water, dried her body, changed into a black and red robe, and followed behind the cardinal, the tension surging in her heart became more and more intense, she was not wearing an ordinary bathrobe, but a bishop-level robe, if she could embroider two blood roses on the neckline of the stand-up collar on both sides, it would be the cardinal archbishop below the four saints, the power center of the temple.

How could a lowly saint who worked in Pink Paradise and sold his body for the amusement of humans in exchange for money and food be qualified to wear this robe?

"Please come in." The cardinal pushed open the door of the chamber and bowed back, apparently unqualified.

Juliana didn't dare to let the Holy Envoy wait for a long time, and walked straight into the secret room, if the Holy Envoy or the Bishop wanted to be unfavorable to her, there was no need to be so troublesome, just let the Heresy Judgment send an elite team to make her disappear from the world, and it was absolutely impossible for a low-level Holy Clan to escape from the palm of the "Holy White Hand".

Therefore, Juliana knew that she didn't have to be afraid, since she was still alive, it meant that the Holy Envoy had no ill will towards her, so she could continue to live.

In the secret room, a young man with black hair and black eyes sat on a polished wooden chair, draped in a loose silk white robe, and his jade-like skin was half-concealed, which marked a sense of mystery unique to Orientals.

This is Lord Shengbai? Juliana was quite surprised, the thunderous legendary Great Sage in front of her hardly brought her any sense of oppression, as if she was sitting there as an ordinary human being.

Looking closely, Juliana discovered a fact that she couldn't believe her eyes even more: Lord Saint White was holding a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in his arms, this baby had not yet opened its eyes, it was as small as a little milk cat, because the skull had not yet developed and closed, and the skull with a few strands of sparse hair was lying on its stomach above the ground.

Juliana closed her eyes, then opened them, closed them tightly, and opened them again.

The Holy Race's brains don't have the function of dreaming, so everything in front of them is what is really happening.

How could Lord Shengbai hold a baby in such a gentle posture and gently shake his arms to coax the baby to sleep?

Incredible.

Is that baby the son of Lord Saint White?

But can the Holy Family conceive and have children?

Juliana didn't know the answer to this question, but she was sure that at least the Holy Race could not conceive in union with humans, and so far the only known way for the Holy Race to reproduce was to convert humans for food into kindred, and there was no other way to do it.

Could it be that Lord Shengbai has found a way to allow the Holy Clan to reproduce on its own?

"Juliana." Bai interrupted Juliana's thoughts, "I've been following you for a long time. ”

Juliana was restrained and uneasy, she was a small low-level saint clan, how could she be concerned by Lord Saint Bai? She wanted to ask herself why she was honored, but she didn't dare to open her mouth.

"You know, you are the first of the lower saints who did not receive Holy Communion baptism, and relied on their own emotions and rich emotions." Bai seemed to be able to read Juliana's doubts, and took the initiative to answer, "I have thought of many ways to make the lower saints generate and understand emotions, but I have never succeeded, and I once thought that this was an impossible goal until you appeared. ”

"You'll go out of your way to please your guests during service hours, and not just for better reviews and more repeat customers, right? As far as I know, you used to provide free service to a bankrupt guest and pay him an advance for a reservation, which is equivalent to you paying upside down...... No Holy Family would treat a human like this. ”

Lord Saint White's voice could not hear joy and anger, but Juliana felt a deep fear, could she really become a heretic, a heretic that Lord Saint White wanted to tear apart with his own hands?

The desire to survive caused Juliana to bend her knees on the ground, and she was about to beg for the mercy of the Lord of Evolution, when she saw Lord Saint White walk up to her, holding the baby in one hand and placing the other hand on top of her head.

"You've been puzzled for a long time as to why you've done such a stupid thing, and you've never been able to understand what kind of emotion it is."

"Juliana, that particular emotion cannot be defined by simple joy or anger."

"That's sympathy."