The bishop slowly walked up to the knight, who was still in a trance and did not salute.

The crowd that had gathered around the bishop was greatly enraged by the sight of the knight's rudeness, and they turned their heads to each other, asking which knight it was.

"Quiet, let's go." The bishop said this, and the crowd fell silent, and the bishop said something to one of the men beside him, who went up to the knight and asked him if he was lost or unwell.

The knight did not answer.

"The man ......," the man prepared to return to the bishop to report the situation, and by this time the bishop's party had already passed the knight.

"For what!" The knight suddenly shouted loudly at the bishop's back, "For what! You ......"

"Ah, it's you." The bishop was reminded by the voice, and he turned back and asked kindly, "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

"You can ask someone to vacate a room!"

"They all have things to do today and need to rest, and I wasn't going to sleep last night, and I'm just a spectator today."

"You...... You ...... the bishop's reason is so rustic, but this simple reason is almost unbearable for the knight: "You haven't slept all night?" ”

"Yes."

"Pray?"

"Well—a prayer, so to speak."

"But you're a bishop! You can totally ......"

"But he who is humble as a child shall enter the kingdom of God." The bishop answered him skillfully with a scripture: "There is no bishop before God, only shepherds." ”

—in the presence of the devil, the bishop was not as good as it had been when he was a priest—at least when he was a priest, he would not be dragged to work overtime to maintain law and order, and then follow the devil's ass and sweep the streets all night.

Staying up late to pray is the basic skill of a monk, and in the shadow of the most venerable old bishop, ah, no, under the threat of brilliance, Shepp has really worked hard in the profession of priest, otherwise he would not be able to support it now.

"Why should I sweep the streets?" Shep, who had a big broom stuffed in his hand, once questioned the devil that going to sweep horse manure in the middle of the night was not in line with his imaginary path of depravity.

"Because there aren't many people who are free tonight and tomorrow, and you're one, good."

"Do I have to do it? I can't sweep much, and besides, tomorrow I'm not just going to watch a play, I'm going to preach and pray. ”

"Uh-Communists should lead by example and not be intimidated by a little overtime!"

"What is a Communist? I'm not a Communist! ”

"Nonsense! Communists sell their souls to the spectre of communism, do you dare to say that you didn't sell them? ”

Only then did the bishop know what kind of demon he was following, but he still tried to struggle: "...... It's the same with sweeping after the festival. ”

"That won't do! With so many people gathered together, hygiene is too much of a problem! Do you know the way! Losing one person is losing a lot of gold in the future! ”

"I won't sweep the floor!"

"You can learn." The devil smiled brightly, his attitude was very resolute, and the broom in his hand was already raised high: "I can't meow, people have to have a first time, right?" ”

The bishop who sold his soul to the devil was forced to have no choice but to take up the broom and follow the devil to sweep the streets.

There were some pagans who were mobilized to sweep the streets that night, and they would not see tomorrow's miracle play—so they were mobilized to do this labor to-day, and they were going to prepare all kinds of mills, but when they saw that the bishop was also among the brooms, they were all gone, and soon called some helpers from home, and only then did they clean up the filth that had accumulated in Turnest that day.

This time, there was no targeted training in advance, and there was no old Frank and Jenny who carried the grinding disc in one hand as teammates, and the bishop's work efficiency was not as good as that of ordinary people, but while he was sweeping the streets, he also had to deal with various affairs from time to time to maintain order in the city, including mediating the guest room problem, carrying away the drunk in the ditch, punishing the merchants who took advantage of the opportunity to increase prices, and so on. Luo Yi didn't divide the area, everyone worked together, and in this chaotic situation, no one noticed that there were no angels to help the bishop work that night.

By the time the work was over, and the exhausted bishop was walking back with his broom, the only thing he was happy about was to see that the devil was worse off than himself.

Luo Yi was tired enough, but this thing had to be done—with so many people from the diocese, she had to prepare for the worst and try her best to prevent the plague from happening. And she must also lead by example, otherwise the Bishop will take the lead in escaping.

There are some things that you don't take the lead in, and someone else takes the lead in not doing them.

"The difference between the hardest diamond and the softest graphite is not in the essence but in the organization, and many of the people who withstood the United Nations forces on the Korean battlefield were also those who were about to collapse at the touch of a button...... "The devil calculated and did the same.

It was long after the bishop's procession entered the chapel that the knight reached the door.

He heard that the morning prayer had been done and that the bishop was preaching.

“…… It is not enough for a believer to refrain from doing evil things - it is right to stay away from evil things, but also to do good deeds, to do good things as we can, and we must first do our best to treat people as we want them to treat us......" The voice was clear and powerful, far less loud than the shouts of the city guards yesterday, but it hit the knight's heart like a hammer.

He had heard similar words in many sermons, but this was the first time he had seen a bishop who was willing to sacrifice his bunk.

A few punches to beat away a weak man and force the other party to vacate the bunk, he is familiar with, and only this one.

And now there was a person who was not weak at all—even in terms of sheer strength—who offered to vacate a bunk for him, and the spirit behind it made him tremble.

It was a spirit that was completely alien to him, but must be admitted.