"Haha, those guys are so funny!" said the coachman.

"yes. My best friends, they came to see me off. Eltie said proudly, and a genuine pride rose in her heart to have them.

The coachman asked, "Shall we go directly to the temple next?"

"Well, go straight to the temple. "Elti's Determined Word. It was only now that she truly accepted the fact that she was about to go back to be a saint, just because she no longer had any regrets in her heart.

Just like Ruki said, since you can't dodge, then walk back with your head held high! It's just a disguised lifelong confinement, what's so terrible?

Eltie clenched her fists, and at this moment, her heart was not full of depression, but high morale.

It was only now that the vague thoughts in Elty's mind became clear, and he knew what to repay them.

Over the course of three days, she would occasionally hear Xu Zheng, Arisio and Girimi talk about building a hospital. Elty didn't understand this new thing, so she asked others, and then learned about the benefits it could bring, and the impact it would have on the benefits of the Church of Light after its construction, including the obstacles in planning it.

There were not many opportunities for her to hear Xu Zheng and the others mention it in person, because the three of them would stop talking as soon as they noticed that she was listening. Elti knew that they were protecting her from the dirty side of the Church of Light. This kind of behavior is very considerate and heartwarming, and it always warms Elti's heart, and they will not embarrass themselves because they are the quasi-saints of the temple, and ask for some help that will cause them to conflict with the priests.

So for three days, Erti could only learn about this matter from the mouths of others, until she finally learned about the difficulties of Xu Zheng and the others—without help from inside the temple, they would not have been able to build such a hospital in Madagarh. Its appearance is tantamount to stealing gold in the private gold mines of the church, and even to some extent equivalent to slapping the church in the face and undermining their prestige. Especially if it is really able to treat some diseases that the clergy of the church can't handle, as Xu Zheng said. If you think about it further, in the hospital model described by Xu Zheng, privately run pharmacies, private pharmacists, physicians, and so on will all go into the hospital to take up jobs, forming a relationship of coexistence and cooperation, which is very important for the church, which has always been in a monopoly position in this industry. And what kind of impact?

Perhaps three days ago Elty would have agreed with the Church's obstruction, because it was in some way disrespectful to the God of Light, depriving Mercury of the sacred mission that Mercury had given to the Cult of Light. But three days later, Elty didn't think so, and it wasn't for nothing that she would appear in the lower town, and the would-be saint who had been there for four days was indeed going to examine something herself. She was very firm in her beliefs, but she was not very sure of God's spokesman, the priests, including herself. Because faith is certain, but the human heart is different, it is always full of too many variables.

The four-day trip saw through her own eyes. There are too many people who can't shine on the light that the god of light emitts, and too many people control this light selfishly in their own selfish desires. This at first left Eltie at a loss, not knowing that it was Mercury's fault. Or the church is wrong, or maybe it's my own mistake. These thoughts gradually piled up over the course of four days, forming a great doubt. Then after the last three days, what I saw and understood through myself was especially affected by Xu Zheng's gang who had no desires and just wanted to do the right thing. The doubts accumulated in four days were stimulated into a qualitative change in the space of three days: Elti felt that she saw a right direction—she might not be able to change the style of the Church of Light, but she could help Xu Zheng and the others to build a hospital outside the temple and let the light of the true God of Light shine through.

Although it may not even be the brilliance of the god of light. However, who cares? As long as Xu Zheng and the others can realize their ideals and live happily, they will be extremely happy.

So now Elti feels extremely clear about her thoughts: she not only wants to go back to be that saint, but also to be a beautiful saint! She doesn't want to be ignored like the previous saints, she wants to go out and work hard to get a chance!

Even if Xu Zheng and the others underestimated her and didn't think that they could do anything great, but the saint also has the energy of a saint, and she has a prestige that cannot be ignored!

And that one of the unwanted demands that no one has ever made and has never fulfilled, and she intends to make it happen this time!

Thinking of this, Ertie raised her head, looked in the direction of the temple with tenacious eyes, and said in a calm and authoritative voice: "Uncle, please take me to the destination, faster, thank you!"

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When the destination arrived, Eltie jumped out of the carriage and looked up at the high temple, and for some reason, the feeling of it in her heart changed somewhat.

It was built on the slope of a hill north of Magadar and was not part of the city of Madagarh, but it looked down on it as if it were something above it. The northern gate of Madagarh connected to it, and there was a gravel-paved road that meandered out like a long, thin snake. Stone steps appear at the end of the serpent, and in order to highlight its difference, each stone step is twice as high as the ordinary stone steps, making it a little difficult to climb up, representing the transcendence of the temple, and also representing an appearance that Elti only now understands - impersonal.

There were six hundred and sixty steps, which Elti had counted as a child, and she loved to climb them all day long, and heard from the priests how ignorant, how ungrateful and how low the laity of the city below were.

Elty had always thought that the priests were right, including their descriptions of the temple.

In the past, when she was a little girl, every time she looked up at it, she felt that it was extremely holy, tall, and majestic, like some kind of symbol, and when she saw it, she felt very down-to-earth and reverent. But seeing it now, Eltie only felt twitching in her thighs, dry lips, and tight skin.

Ertie told Xu Zheng about this feeling, and Xu Zheng rarely put away her hippie smile and was serious once, giving her a very profound statement, which is called losing a sense of belonging.

The term belonging is very abstract, and Xu Zheng said it for a long time before Elti understood. Xu Zheng said that the sense of belonging is a concept of cultural psychology. It refers to the degree to which an individual or group identifies with a thing or phenomenon. and the degree to which the object or phenomenon is related. Now looking at the tall and majestic temple, it stands halfway up the mountain, looking down on all beings indifferently. It's like a dead thing, and the sense of belonging to it is gone.

Elti's sense of belonging was cast on Xu Zheng's group, including the imperial capital Zion, Orson Manor, which she longed for. Yes, but there is no one on the mountainside.

The coachman looked at her and looked at the temple on the hill in amazement, and said, "Little girl, it's here." If you want to go up and have a look, hurry up, the temple is not allowed to be visited, and they may agree to let you in if there are fewer people at this time. I won't go up with you. Smiled apologetically. He added: "It is difficult for a person of my status to get close to its gate, and I can't accompany you up." Actually, I really want to go up and have a look, and I want to ask someone to help me fix my leg. Since a few years ago, they have had a dull ache on rainy days. I can't even get out of bed when it's so bad. I'm a coachman, I can't get out of bed, I have to work to earn money. Pity...... I don't have enough money. Please don't move the pastor. I'm saving up money and hope to be able to come for treatment next year. ”

Elty bit her lower lip, she had heard of this kind of problem, and there were people who came to the temple with a lot of money to seek treatment. But in fact, whether it is a priest or a healing priest, including himself. They can't cure this stubborn disease. In most cases, all they can do is temporarily relieve the pain with light magic, and nothing else can be done. The priest said that this was called divine punishment because the person suffering from this disease was not devout enough to God.

Elty thought he was right, but in the end he got the problem himself. Is his faith not religious enough?

The most ridiculous thing is that this disease can't be cured by a priest with sixth-level strength, and Uncle Carlo and Angels can't cure it without the slightest light power! They can still call that kind of problem by name-rheumatoid arthritis!

Both of them had an ointment that smelled so bad and looked creepy, and it was said to have been refined by a dumb bald animal trainer using a method from Xu Zheng. She hadn't seen the effect of it with her own eyes, but in the past three days, she had seen several mercenaries who cheekily begged for the drug, which showed that its effect was really good.

What the priests couldn't handle, ordinary people solved it. An animal tamer refines the apothecary's medicine, and two thieves and hammer warriors who don't know the slightest magic spread it, making it a joke for the priests.

The face of the church, Eltie didn't want to think about it, but just thought: if there were hospitals, and there were more medicines like this that could treat diseases that the priests couldn't, would there be more ordinary people who would become healthier?

Ertie was silent for a while, stepped forward, and reached out to press the uncle's leg.

I was stunned to see this little girl put her hand on her lap, they were so white and delicate that ordinary people would never be able to maintain them. Then there was a soft chant accompanied by a flash of white light, and the uncle miraculously found that his leg did not hurt anymore, and he felt as healthy as a newborn leg.

"You...... You, you!" The coachman glared at Elty, surprised.

Ertie smiled and said, "Uncle, I lied to you, in fact, I am a ...... in the temple Well, the soon-to-be-appointed saint. ”

The coachman opened his mouth wide in astonishment: "Holy ...... Holy Maiden?"

"Well, it's not a big deal. ”

The coachman looked at her again, his eyes suddenly full of respect and fear: "No wonder they told me so carefully to take care of you, no wonder you were able to enter the temple, no wonder you have such amazing healing skills, no wonder your hands are not at all like the hands of ordinary children." I'm sorry...... I didn't know you were the Holy Maiden of the Temple. Cautiously observing Elty's face, he said, "I shouldn't have said anything disrespectful......, right? Sister-in-law...... No, Your Highness, please forgive me. I was unintentional. ”

The sudden and deliberate distance made Elti a little uncomfortable, and after thinking about it for a long time, she didn't know what to say, so she said sincerely: "Uncle, my skill can only temporarily relieve pain, not fundamentally solve the problem." Although I hate to tell you this, in fact, there are some diseases that the temple really can't handle. You can keep that money, there is no need to take it here and waste it. ”

"Can't be cured, that's a temple!" the coachman looked at her in disbelief, and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me for being rude and having too little knowledge. If the temple is not cured, there is no place where it can be cured. ”

Erty lowered her head, looked up again, and showed the once amazing smile of the coachman: "Yes." Believe me, there will soon be one more thing in Madagarh, it is called a hospital, and it can cure your disease!"

"Her Highness the Holy Maiden......"

Elty turned around and smiled, "Don't call me a saint." I am, but not by this name, please call me Elti. Then he smiled mischievously: "Goodbye! I'm going to challenge those old immortals right now!"

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