Bishop Wenger finished dividing the last black loaf in his hand, raised his head, and just saw a mother and daughter at the end of the line, a hungry little girl grabbing the corner of her mother's clothes, standing on tiptoe, trying to look this way through the cracks, and her timid eyes revealed antiquity.

Then the bishop spoke to the crowd and said softly, "Don't worry, the bread will be there, and I can guarantee that everyone in the queue here tonight will have a share, but the people in the back may have to wait a little longer, and in the meantime you can listen to me tell you a few stories from the canon if you wish." ”

The young priest beside him couldn't help but whisper, "Teacher, not only did we send out all the bread we brought this time, but we also bought all the bread from several bakeries nearby, but the number of people in line did not decrease much, and I noticed that some of them were not poor at all, but just wanted to mix in the crowd to receive free bread, and some came back to line up after eating." ”

Bishop Wenger shook his head, "Nemo, remember, mercy is not just written in the canon, most things in this world are not black and white, when the gods see that a ship full of believers is about to sink, will he abandon the whole ship of people because there are a few heretics on board?" How do you know that those ordinary people who come to receive food are not because their families have just suffered something wrong, they may need this piece of bread more than these poor people around them, and those who come back after eating may not be for themselves, but for those who want to receive food for their family and friends. ”

"I'm sorry, teacher, but I didn't think it through. The young priest named Nemo blushed, "I'll go farther away to buy bread now, and we won't go back tonight until we're done with it." ”

Wenger nodded, "Call Blunt and Bobby together, the three of you can be faster." ”

"Well, then you won't have any guards by your side. ”

"I know what you're worried about, but I'm not Motellis, I've never done anything unspeakable in my life, and no one has ever beaten me in all my years of living in a college town. The bishop said lightly.

When the last man at the end of the line also received the bread, it was already late at night, and the church bell behind him rang ten times, and Bishop Wenger said to Nemo San, "Thank you for your hard work today." ”

"It's not hard, it's not hard, I've learned a lot from you today, no wonder the residents of Guderies City love you so much. Nemo's words come from the heart.

"Each of us has limited energy, and those big things naturally have people at a higher level to worry about, all we can do is to try to help as many people around us as possible, isn't this the reason why everyone joined the temple in the first place, I hope you can not forget this original intention in the future." The bishop waved his hand, "It's not too early, let's stop here tonight, let's all disperse, I'll just go back myself." ”

"Yes, Bishop Wenger. ”

After nightfall, the originally lively streets also became deserted, and by this time most of the people had already slept, so there were no pedestrians on the streets, and after Nemo and the three left, the bishop's figure seemed a little lonely, and he stood in the dark for a while, looking up and not knowing what he was thinking.

Half a minute later she turned around and walked towards the place where she lived, where the clergy of the bishopric rank like Wenger would be given special quarters in the city, usually in a small building at the back of the church, but Wenger had given up the small building and converted it into a dormitory for young priests who were far away from home and had little income, while he himself rented a cottage at a cheaper price a little further away.

Wenger's wife died at a very early age, and it is said that he also had a daughter, but he also fell out with the family when he was very young, ran away alone, and has not returned, so Wenger has lived alone all these years, and there is only an old dog named Gudan in that room, who has been with him for more than 20 years.

Arsene Wenger walked through the cramped alley as usual, came to the gate, took the key from his pocket and opened the door, which was usually run out to meet him by this time, but this time there was no movement in the house.

Wenger was worried that something had happened to Gudan, after all, being in his twenties is an old age for a dog, just over two years ago, Gudan also suffered from a heart attack, and almost died several times, Wenger sped up to open the door, and when he rushed into the house, he saw the latter curled up on all fours lying on the floor, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Wenger didn't think much about it, and pulled out the divine book at his waist, but the next moment a cold dagger was pressed against his waist.

Then he heard a voice in the darkness, "It's okay, Tom, let him go." ”

The door behind Wenger was gently shut, and then the owner of the voice lit the candle on the lampstand, Wenger finally saw the two people in the room, this is a man and a woman, they are dressed very strangely, one of them is dressed in black, he looks like an assassin, but the woman is wearing a long dress, as if she has just returned from the ball, but both of them have traces of battle, and it seems that the injuries are not light, especially the assassin in black, he has two deep wounds on his waist and thigh, although it has been bandaged simply, but because of the lack of medicine, it has now ulcerated pus。

He has been suffering from a high fever for the past two days, and he has relied on a willpower to support him until now.

However, Wenger's attention was not on him, but on the girl in the long dress, he couldn't take his eyes off from the first time he saw the other party, he looked so seriously that he didn't notice that the dagger on his waist had been quietly retracted into the arms of the black-clothed assassin, and the bishop's voice trembled, "Is it you?"

"It's me, long time no see, father. The girl said softly.

The black-clad assassin was taken aback by Koror's answer, "Your father is actually the bishop of Gudris City, why have I never heard you talk about it?" ”

"I'm sorry Tom, I didn't mean to hide it, it's a long story between us. Clor sighed, "I actually ran away from home, and I haven't been in contact with him all these years, and if it weren't for Joel's business, I probably would never have set foot in this little building." ”

Wenger took two steps forward, as if he wanted to reach out and touch the girl's hair, but the latter shook his head and refused, so he could only hold back the excitement in his heart, "How have you been doing all these years? ”

(End of chapter)