One of the two priests was older and the other was younger, and they both wore roughly similar clothes.

A cloak similar to that worn by the ancient clergy, with a loose shawl, a dress that looked like a long skirt, a simple corset, and some occult patterns and ornaments on the garment, and most importantly, a hood.

They walked barefoot, on a clean floor that illuminated human faces, leaving a dusty footprint with each step, but they didn't seem to care, they didn't care, they didn't care, at least in some ways they did have some qualities.

"Mr. Lynch, do you believe in God?"

The older priests looked at Lynch, their eyes cloudy, but they gave the impression that there was an indescribable power in them, "Do you believe in our gods?"

The eyes of the two priests fell on Lynch, just as Mishehaye had asked the police chief to test Lynch's attitude, and they also wanted to know what Lynch thought of Nagalil's religion, their gods.

This is a very important temptation, and for many years there have been people who have come to Nagalil from the outside world, and there are some atheists who insist on not believing in any gods, which is completely contrary to the religious teachings of Nagalil, and these people are blasphemers.

There are also those who believe in gods, but they only believe that the gods they believe in exist and are righteous, and that the rest are evil gods, which is even more terrible than atheists, and they directly deny the teachings of the native religion and tarnish the sanctity of the gods.

Temptation becomes important, especially since Nagalil is a religious theocracy, and the sanctity of God is not questionable and cannot be questioned.

Lynch nodded without hesitation after listening, "I believe it!"

His decisiveness stunned both priests, who had prepared some rhetoric, but it was clear that they were no longer needed.

They had planned to wait for Lynch to say "I don't believe it" and convince him with some facts, but these arguments were useless, which also made the atmosphere a little awkward.

In embarrassment, the silence lasted for about four or five seconds, and the older priest's face had some more expression, and he bowed slightly, "Mr. Lynch, although you say you believe it, I think it ......"

"You have not been exposed to our religion, you have not read our teachings, you have no knowledge of the great gods we worship, can you tell me why you think this way?"

His expression gradually became a little more serious, "The gods are omnipotent, you can deceive me, but you can't deceive it!"

The issue of religion, the issue of faith, is a very serious matter for some special people, and it can even be said that these people exist around these things.

They can ignore other issues, but they will insist on some rigid and strict requirements when it comes to faith.

Lynch's quick remark of Thaksin made the two priests a little suspicious, wondering if Lynch really believed or was just trying to deceive them.

Faith cannot be reserved, it cannot be full of deception, these are blasphemy against the gods.

They would rather Lynch say he was an atheist than that he deceived himself and deceived the gods.

Compared to the seriousness of the older priest, Lynch was quite relaxed, he sat on the couch, crossed his legs, and asked a rhetorical question, "How do you know that I am lying to you, and how do you know that I am not really believers?"

"Just your guess?"

Before the older priest could say anything, Lynch cut him off from speaking, "I'm a theist and believe that gods are real, and I didn't want to explain these issues, but your words may have some bad effects on me, and I have to correct your mistakes." ”

In fact, anyone who can think independently will understand this, every religion is an extremely large and complex system, and many people who study a religion all their lives cannot study everything in it thoroughly. ”

"If there is no god in this world, then where do these things come from?"

"It can't be born out of thin air, and if someone lies and makes up these things, not to mention the question of whether people have the ability to make the system and content of every religion so perfect, why should someone else believe a false story that has been made up?"

There was a hint of mystery in Lynch's voice, which made people unconsciously immerse themselves, "You have made up such a huge lie, people will know." People who lived with you in the same era knew that no one had said such things before you, so these are all false, and they will not believe it. ”

"No one else will believe it, and no one will pass on the lie you tell when you die, because everyone knows it's false, and people will pass on their real experiences, experiences, and perceptions of life to the next generation, but no one will pass on lies. ”

"People know these things, and passing on these things means that these things must have happened, at least people know that they did happen, and they will pass them on. ”

"And if you don't have a very narrow understanding of other gods, you will find that some of the doctrines, some of the stories related to the gods, the contents, are not unique to you, but common and shared. ”

"I'm not an atheist, I'm not a believer in a particular faith, but I believe that gods exist, and how did they record the same things when people couldn't leave the areas where they lived in the years we didn't know?"

Perhaps because of language, customs, habits, etc., we have different understandings and records of the same God, so that we have different views on some things with the same roots, but this does not prevent me from believing that God exists. ”

Lynch's words stopped at this point, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at the two priests with a very calm gaze, "Do you still think I'm lying to you?"

The older priest stroked his chest with one hand and bent down at the same time, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I was wrong!"

Lynch raised his hand generously, "I forgive you, we didn't know each other before, and strangeness made us wary of each other, and now the misunderstanding has been solved." ”

The older priest straightened up, he nodded, "Yes......", he glanced at the young priest beside him, who took out a red velvet cloth bag from his sleeve, opened it, and dragged a white sign three inches long and two inches wide in the middle.

It looks like the bones of some kind of animal or something, and the brand has a mysterious pattern carved out of gold wire, and the whole looks very noble.

"This is the blessing card of the high priest who has personally blessed the divine power......", the older priest took out the sign and handed it to Lynch, "In addition, there will be an event next week on the weekend, and the high priest also hopes that you will be there!"

This kind of invitation is a formal invitation that will only be issued on the basis of making sure that Lynch meets the conditions of their invitation, otherwise they may just be going through the motions today, and they would not have invited an atheist or a member of other faiths to participate in the activities of the local religion, which may lead to some unforeseen consequences, which they have encountered before.

The plaque they sent was made of horned animal horns, and it represented a religious status in Nagalil, and the high priest would only give it to special people as a sign of recognition for them.

For example, ascetics, these people prove the purity of their faith by abusing and torturing themselves, these people look very thin and sloppy, but they can always burst out with unimaginable power.

In the history of the confrontation between theocracy and political power, there have always been a few times when theocracy has fallen into disadvantage, and there have been several times when it has even almost lost control of power.

It was these ascetics who had gathered from all over Nagalil who saved the situation and brought stability to the theocracy once again.

From then on, the native religion of Nagalil began to raise the social status of ascetics, and the high priests would give them divine tablets to make them revered.

Their children also have the right to attend school and enjoy various social benefits that are higher than those of citizens.

But don't think that becoming an ascetic is a simple thing, it's not that simple, and becoming an ascetic requires a deep understanding of the teachings and ordination.

They need to sever their ties with their loved ones, from worldly views, and the only thing they can connect with is the gods and their spokesmen, the high priests.

And then they have to choose to refine or move, but that's another story.

The person who holds this card is equivalent to an alternative religious aristocracy, and the Nagalil of faith will respect the bearer.

Lynch thanked the two priests again and again and watched them leave, and when he came back from closing the door, he glanced at the magic card on the coffee table and played with it in his hand for a while.

In fact, Lynch has faith, true faith, he believes in wealth, power, giant ships and cannons, but he does not believe in gods.

However, in order to better integrate into this society, he needs to put on a coat of faith for himself, but fortunately, these people are easy to fool.

After an afternoon of rest, when the sky outside the window began to darken, Lynch and Asr arrived together at a dinner party specially designed to welcome him.

The organizer was Mayor Mishehaye, who invited local celebrities and even provincial governors to his list.

It is said that he organized it, but it is better to say that it was organized by the provincial governor, but it was just borrowed from his mouth.

At half past five, a luxurious motorcade appeared in front of the hotel, looking at these luxury cars, it was difficult to imagine for a while that there would be such a luxurious motorcade in such a backward place, but Lynch would not, because he knew very well that this was the role of wealth and power.

Sitting in the car, watching the policemen on bicycles or on foot outside the window constantly whipping the people to drive them away, providing a wide road for the convoy to drive, looking at the eyes full of hatred or anger, Lynch was in a good mood.

He even hummed a traditional minor tune of the Byle Federation, a triumphant minor!

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