Anyone who knows a little about theology knows that all temples, churches, temples, and other places dedicated to the gods usually have the attention of the gods.

This is not necessarily a blessing, much less a blessing.

But generally speaking, temples, churches, and temples are the main "nodes" for the gods to gain the power of faith, and most gods will devote some thoughts to keeping an eye on them. This is especially true of worlds like the world of Faeron, where places like temples are under the gaze of the gods almost all the time.

But alas...... In the face of the barrier of the plane, the god of goodness who had only a trace of his thoughts on it could not detect Luo Shen's abnormality. Without taking the initiative to descend his thoughts, he couldn't even know most of what was happening inside the temple.

This led to an even more tragic end for the temple.

Gradually, the spirit of the nuns began to decay.

This is not Luo Shen's deliberate, but the natural state of human beings after close contact with evil gods.

Fortunately, Luo Shen was only a juvenile, and he had not really revealed his original posture, so all the people in the temple who did not have high spiritual and volitional attributes did not fall into madness at the first time.

But the problem remains.

In a few days, the pure and kind young nuns suddenly changed their temperament and became different from before......

First, several young girls were dissatisfied with the dry black bread and water that the temple ate in their daily diet.

Later, a young nun named Ruth was sweeping in the backyard of the temple when she happened to see a topless gardener trimming the garden.

The young nun with a spring heart actually seduced the young man under some irrepressible impulse.

, jealousy, fear, greed......

All kinds of negative emotions brewed and fermented among all the people in the temple, and even the most respected high priest felt inexplicably irritated during prayer.

At one point, he even wavered in his faith, and had some doubts about the teachings of the good god who had believed in him for half his life.

She quickly extinguished the disrespectful thoughts in her heart.

Huddled humbly under the statue of the God of Goodness, a new round of prayer began......

And at the same time.

The blonde nun who was holding Luo Shen in her arms already looked hollow and had a dull face.

Roshen leaned into the nun's arms.

The ruddy little mouth was chewing something with relish. He suddenly yawned and looked up at the nun's delicate white face: "Eunice, I'm sleepy. ”

Hearing this voice, the blonde nun, who was immersed in some kind of crazy fantasy and countless disorganized thoughts, briefly recovered.

She looked at Luo Shen with that empty and sluggish, but full of incomparably loving and even crazy emotional eyes for Luo Shen, and whispered softly: "My little baby~ My little baby~ What do you want Eunice to do?" ”

Luo Shen's pure blue eyes blinked.

"I want a quiet place to sleep, and ...... I don't want anyone to bother me. ”

……

After an autumn rain.

It's getting cold.

After passing through the muddy slums, the carriage finally began to move briskly and steadily on the stone pavement of the wealthy area.

Hand looked out through the window of the carriage, his pale blue eyes reflecting the temple's tall roof and the carved angel sculptures on it.

All of the sculptures have their heads facing down or at level.

This is also characteristic of almost all Temple of Good sculptures – all angels are humble, loving, and compassionate.

Hand pursed his lips, a little disdainful of this statement.

In fact.

As an unbeliever, Hand actually did not trust any so-called gods.

In his opinion, the trick of the gods is nothing more than to deceive the faith of mankind from a position of good or evil, and then use the power of the faith of mankind to perform miracles and destroy heresy. In fact, as long as humans don't believe in them, these gods are just some weak otherworldly beings...... It is debatable whether it can even continue to exist.

But Hande also knew that this was impossible.

The gods have long been firmly in control of the world, and even if anyone had rebelled against them, those glories have long since become almost inquiring historical dust.

Until now.

Even if you despise the gods, don't you have to end up in the guise of a follower of a god of tracking and a god of justice to escape the fate of being nailed to the wall of the unbelievers after death?

The carriage stopped in front of the steps of the temple.

The coachman jumped out of the car briskly and opened the door for Priest Randall. The middle-aged priest who was traveling with Hande didn't mean to greet Hand, and got straight out of the carriage.

"Of course! And who would give the 'Hound a good look'? Hand thought, and disengaged as he dismounted from the carriage.

The cold wind after the autumn rain poured down the collar of the woolen coat into the garment, which forced Hande to tighten the neckline.

His well-defined, deep-set northerner face, his trademark sharp eyes scanned the temple in front of him.

'The goddess of goodness—tsk, that's ironic. Hand shook his head, mocking in his eyes.

Perhaps the expression on his face was too obvious, and Priest Randall cast an angry glance at him.

Hand shrugged his shoulders and said, "Priest Randall, I think the church has already made this matter clear to you before coming to this city, and you don't want to shield these scum who don't obey the laws of the kingdom - or even the teachings of the goddess of good, and do demonic acts, right?" ”

As soon as the words fell.

He glared at him angrily, and quickly glanced left and right, and found that no one had heard Hand's words, and then breathed a sigh of relief, but still said angrily: "Investigator Hand, your 'daimyo' is already big enough in the kingdom!" No more shocking words to attract audiences! I'm sure that won't happen in our church, it's not conclusive! - Do you understand? ”

Hand smiled and shrugged.

Randall turned angrily and strode towards the temple.

Soon, the two pushed open the door of the temple.

The sound of leather shoes trampling on the marble floor was reflected by the high dome of the temple, giving an empty and crisp echo.

It was not the Sunday of the goddess of goodness, and it had just rained outside, so there were no believers in the temple. It was only as the two entered, that a nun who was collecting candles saw them and greeted them.

The two approached, and the other was stunned.

She seemed to be able to see the two of them clearly—Randall's crimson robe embroidered with gold threads stood out, while Hand's gray tweed coat didn't have any obvious markings, but the blackened sword with the Kingdom Eagle crest hanging from his waist was a typical Kingdom Inquisitor's attire.

The young nun seemed to be a little flustered, and she said in a trembling tone, "Your Excellency, ...... you?" ”

Before Priest Randall could speak.

Hand said quickly in a stern tone: "Where is the missing person?!" ”