"Did you hear that the Holy Light Church in Midtown is distributing food to civilians again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Are you sure? It's not that they can't even guarantee their own food and clothing. ”

"Of course I'm sure my unruly brother just got three portions of food from them."

"Where do they get their food?"

"I heard that it was the soldiers who were treated there, and when they were healed, they donated rations to the Church of the Light."

In the slums, a few paupers in tattered clothes chatted together about the Church of the Holy Light in Midtown.

This made the wandering samurai, who was sitting not far away, prick up his ears, and every word did not fall into his ears.

"I feel that the clergy of the Church of the Light are more in line with the teachings of my heart than the clergy of the Catholic Church. They are really kind and would rather eat less for themselves than leave it to us poor people. ”

"That's it! Who does not know that the Light Cult is the light of our poor, and that as long as we believe in religion and work we can get food. I don't want to be a Catholic afterlife, I just want to ensure the food and clothing of my children and my family under the light of the Holy Light! ”

"Be cautious, be quiet. There's a down-and-out Templar there, and if he catches us, we'll shed our skin if we don't die. ”

"Yes, yes, I didn't notice him just now, let's go."

A few paupers who were talking to him found the down-and-out samurai and the sword he was carrying at his waist, and their faces changed and they fled in a hurry, which made the down-and-out samurai feel a little lost.

Shouldn't Catholicism be a sect of God that takes it upon itself to redeem the world? Why is it that in the holy city of Jerusalem, there is not a small and unknown sect that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

Is it that my yearning and redemption have been empty for so long! Was last night's prayer a sign of respect for a foreign god?

"Goo~"

The feeling of hunger from his stomach tormented his stomach again, and he opened the small bag he was carrying, took out a piece of dry food that was as hard as a stone, and took a light bite, and he swallowed it with great difficulty.

This was the last piece of food on his way to Jerusalem, and after eating this piece of food, he was faced with going to a foreign church to get food like the paupers, or joining the Jerusalem army that was fighting a defensive battle, or......

While he was thinking wildly, a piece of dry food was placed in his hand. The hard texture was no different from the dry food he had eaten along the way, but it was made very attractive by the addition of a small piece of jerky.

He looked up, a small child naked, reluctantly looking at the food in his hand, then turned and ran off into the distance.

In the distance, the dark-haired boy who had asked him on the balcony last night was smiling and waving at him, then standing with a monster with two heads, handing out food to the children of the slums.

The wandering warrior hesitated for a moment, stood up and bowed, then sat down to settle the food in his hand.

They didn't need their own help, the wandering warrior thought as he looked at the soldier behind them who was still bandaged with his wounds.

The soldiers were scattered around in a regular manner, and their wary eyes convinced the wandering samurai that if there was any danger, they would rush forward and die for the boy.

At some point, a man in a dirty cloth robe lay down beside the wandering samurai, who was also holding the food in his hand, and was lazily eating without a bite.

"Confused? Why is Catholicism unpopular in the Holy Land, while a little-known denomination is so popular? The man looked at the slightly warm scene in the distance and spoke.

The wandering samurai looked at the man who appeared vigilantly, and glanced slightly at the cross sword not far from his palm.

"I advise you to put away your killing intent, if the two-headed monster next to that person finds out, both of us will be killed by him."

"Who you are, I don't know you." The wandering samurai heard the man's words and moved his body to make the battle more abundant.

"I don't know you either, but I know the owner of this sword, Gao Furui. He's my friend. The man lowered the cloth that wrapped his head and said, "I can see in you the chivalry of an old friend, you are his?" ”

"Son." The wandering samurai lowered his vigilance, but did not let his guard down, saying, "My father never mentioned you. ”

"He didn't mention you either." The man said, "Alright, let's get down to business!" I wonder how you got involved with this one. Don't think I didn't see it, you greeted each other. ”

The wandering warrior smiled wryly and said, "Probably because last night, I was praying to him under the Church of Light. He thinks I'm one of the believers too. ”

"You are a member of the Light?"

"No, I also learned about the Holy Light Cult and the Holy Light Church today, and when I first came yesterday, I thought it was a Catholic church." The wandering samurai said with no embarrassment.

“……”

"That's a shame." The man patted the mud on his trouser leg and said regretfully, "I am also a believer in the Holy Light Sect now. ”

"Believers follow the bishop?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just ordered to keep them safe and stop something from happening."

"Someone will be bad for them?"

"This is the holy city of Jerusalem......," the man said, pointingly.

He watched the young man in the distance and the team leave, and then followed.

In the blink of an eye, the wandering warrior discovered a very surprising fact, the poor people who had just received the food hid their food, pretending to be weak and unfed.

"Uncle, eat quickly, or the Catholic security team will come in a moment!" The little kid who handed the bread just now saw that the wandering samurai was still holding the food, and said urgingly.

"Why?"

Without the child's explanation, the wandering warrior saw a group of men dressed in crusader cotton clothes and armed with sticks approaching, and barbed the paupers with sticks, scraping from them the food they had just been given. If you don't get it, it's another stick.

The wandering samurai watched the scene, at the bruises and blood from the beatings on the old man and the child, and at the dry food that had been scraped out and piled up in baskets, and his eyes were red.

He couldn't believe that this was what the sect he believed in in the first half of his life had done. This is the sect that he insisted on coming from thousands of miles away to seek salvation.

If you don't see this scene, you don't encounter big waves and storms, and you enter Jerusalem in a beautiful way. Under the gaze of such scum, he was baptized by the bishop!

The wandering samurai felt that his spirit had been desecrated, and the chivalry in his heart did not allow him to stand idly by.

"Hira~"

The sword is unsheathed! The wandering warrior rushed forward with his sword in hand, and with great skill he cut off the stick that was striking the paple.

The torn boots kicked hard at the so-called 'vigilantes'.