Sixty percent of the city's population is about 181,000 and 108,000 in the central city, and that's not counting children who have not yet performed the confirmations because they are too old to do it, and people of color who are not recognized by the denomination—Hispanics, African-Americans, Asians, Indians, and a negligible number of "mestizos." "Half-blood" refers not only to blood, but if some Supervising Sects do not marry or marry a devout Christian, husband/wife, according to the will of the "saint" or "elder", but make a pagan (i.e., non-Supervising Christian) their lover and companion, they will be immediately expelled, and their children will be regarded as "spirits", meaning inferior little devils, as they were called a hundred years ago, except for nearly half a century, this "saint" Jared began to implement the "fruit" policy of being soft on the outside and the inside, that is, at least on the surface, the supervising sect was no longer so impersonal and cold, and he allowed the well-behaved congregants to open hardware stores, restaurants, and clothing stores, allowed schools to establish rugby teams and swimming teams, and allowed outsiders who had been identified and vetted to enter the White Salt City in an orderly manner...... Some sensitive words that tend to arouse the disgust and vigilance of outsiders have been replaced, including the "spirit" that has been replaced with "half-blood", although the two terms are not much different from those of the Cultists.

And the saint Jared is the one who stands at the top of the pyramid, and there is only one person next to him,. Strong Jacob, who was only nineteen years old, was already one of the most trusted elders of the saints, and even his own uncle, who was three times his age, had to bow down to him, while his mother and sisters could only kneel on the ground and kiss his feet—if they were allowed to do so. More often than not, they were forbidden to come near him. For a character like this, the resources he can possess and use will certainly not be classified as "less" and "poor". Strong Jacob's treatment was second only to that of Sage Jared. He has a separate en-suite: bedroom, living room, study, semi-open gym with access to the terrace, fully equipped bathroom, in addition to hot and cold water, a special bathtub that provides synthetic salt water of similar composition to seawater - the sisters who are responsible for all the cleaning and tidying work here are diligent and conscientious, and there is not a trace of dust and stains in the vents. They can even scoop up water from the toilet bowl to drink.

Heyman stood in front of the mirror that took up half of the wall, and he knew it should have been wiped clean, and he stared at it stubbornly. Then he creates a stain in his imagination that doesn't exist, and it's this stain that blocks his vision and prevents him from seeing what he wants to see.

He lifted up a hand, pressed his still bleeding eyes, and said, "Serve the Lord your God." He will bless your bread and your water, and he will take sickness out of you. ”

He removed his hand, his eyes still bleeding, and the pain pierced through his eyes like angelic spears, again and again, and the next time was always harsher than the last.

He'd said it countless times. He has touched people like this countless times, he has healed them, and they have always been healed. But he couldn't heal himself, nor his earthly Father—because they were the only ones in the world who didn't believe in. Strong Jacob's Man. only believes in Jared, and Jared only believes in Harry in the past, Stefan in the present.

A traitor! A heretic! A rebel!

He pressed his chest and used his fingers stained with blood and tears. He wanted to let out a roar of anger and sorrow, but he ended up holding it inside himself. He beat his heart and prayed for mercy from his heavenly Father, for His earthly Father had forsaken him.

"Have mercy on me, Lord, for I cry to you all the day long......

…… I have asked for your favor with all my heart; Have mercy on me according to your word!

…… Turn to me, and have mercy on me, as thou hast dealt with those who love thy name. “

. Strong Jacob wept, his young and healthy body curled up tightly, he knelt on the ground, his forehead against the cold floor, his slender fingers crawling over his face, resting on that injured eye: "If that's what you want......" he muttered to himself, "then take it." ”

As long as you can look at me again, love me, and recall me.

My Lord and my Father.

Fingers digging deep into his sockets, a little unskillful in his work, but steady in his movements, as if all the pain and excitement had flapped his wings away, carefully rubbed the flexible, round, hot, wet thing—and gouged out his own eyes.

***

"What are you doing here?!" The attacking coach who appeared at the other end of the tunnel shouted: "It's halftime for break!" ”

As a member of the cheerleading squad that had to perform at halftime, Lila had to be there, and thanks to her, Grande's cheerleading squad was a nobody, a lot, and she glanced at Beelzebub warily and annoyedly, and slipped back briskly against the wall of the passage (that is, the farthest point from the son of the mob leader).

Beelzebub also had to hurry back, and the next round would be Grande's turn to attack, and the coach would seize these few minutes to finalize the formation and battle plan for them, while Sasha would need to meet his father, Anthony, in the company of Mr. Senek. Mr. Hopkins - Beelzebub had taken back his part long before the coach showed up, and the Adept's powerful healing ability ensured that his next little lie would not be immediately exposed - the wound in his chest was something he didn't know what was hanging on when he jumped down the tunnel, and of course, the boys' little tricks couldn't be hidden from Dr. Hopkins.

He didn't ask Sasha about it in detail, and the fight lasted another hour at most, after which he always found a chance to figure it out.

A tsunami-like shout came from not far away, Sasha raised his jaw slightly, and Big Hopkins reached out and grabbed his face and made him look at himself, "Don't worry too much about the game," said the doctor, "This victory must belong to Grande." He said as he fixed the gauze on his son's wound.

"That's for sure." In addition to Boa's special drink, Grande also has Hopkins, Beelzebub is Sasha's only friend to date, and Chegalle. The son of Bisandi, a pawn that was put into the Western Continent for the first time and given high hopes. For the time being, Beelzebub is doing very well, but there is always something that needs to be mentioned and helped. Hopkins plays this role — as a well-known psychiatrist who was once favored and trusted by the upper class, he knows them all too well.

But knowing doesn't mean you can easily enter that circle, it's a hell of a place that's complicated enough to go beyond the Henaandre Labyrinth (the largest plant maze in the world) by the Indel River, and you never understand what they want - very often, you have wealth, but you find that what they need is fame, and when you have fame, they ask you for power, and you finally get power, and you find that they are more prestige-oriented, and when you throw enough money into various charitable foundations, it's a pityWell, maybe you can dig up a record of your ancestors in your attic, but that's too bad, your grandfather was a innkeeper, and your grandmother was a peasant girl, and your great-great-great-grandfather was a hanged thief.

The last question may seem hopeless, but it's not intractable, for example, you can marry a wife with a prominent surname. This was the approach that most people had chosen before, but in recent decades there has been a new and seemingly feasible path – the Secret Elite Society.

There are no less than 100 societies in every university, but only a few universities with a long history and strength have so-called secret elite societies, and the students who can step into the door of such societies will almost all stand on the top of the pyramid of economic and political power in the Western Continent in the next few decades, and their seats can also be said to be basically hereditary, parent to parent, child to child, if they have a sign-in book, you will find that most of the surnames in it are duplicated - but they also pay attention to bringing in new blood, Every year, there are always a few lucky people who are introduced into the community, after a series of tests and tests, as well as teasing and exploiting, they can still maintain themselves, and those who are praised by the vast majority of people can be initially recognized, at the beginning, they may not get any obvious benefits, and may even be regarded as stepping stones or better - servants, but this is an opportunity, the upper echelons of the Western Continent are not static, it is a rather cruel and realistic place, and the old branches that have lost their vitality and energy will be cut off, Their place will be taken by a vibrant newcomer. If you're lucky, maybe it only takes a generation or two for the Bisandi family to gain a foothold and occupy a place in the Western Continent.

This is exactly what Chegar is. than what you would expect.

So, Beelzebub. Bisandi's record had to be beautiful, too beautiful to ignore—and as for what's next, oh, Dr. Hopkins thinks a certain entertaining author says it well: "A crime without evidence doesn't exist." ”

***

"Send this to the altar," said Heyman, ignoring the exclamations of the monks and nuns, and spread his palm, an unusually fresh eyeball in his palm: "This is my offering." ”

(To be continued)

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