"So, what is faith, Mr. Karan?"

Elena sat in the room with the window open, her chin on her fingers, her eyes blinking at her teacher. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoShe wore a pale yellow nun's robe, and her light blue hair was braided into long braids that hung down on one side of her shoulders. Perhaps because of her status as a nun, even when she asked questions, she still had a gentle smile on her beautiful face, just as she did when she faced the prayers of the faithful.

The room was about fifteen square meters in size, and there was nothing but a bed, a round table, three chairs, a cupboard for dishes, and a simple bookshelf made of birch. This modest house was the residence of her teacher, the white-robed bishop of Dawn, Karan Alfeld, and her favorite place to stay in her free time.

For her, it is far more interesting to sit at a round table, feel the sun shining warmly, and listen to the teacher tell all kinds of knowledge and stories, than staying at home. I can learn no less than I can through a tutor.

"If I had to answer, faith itself is the way each man understands the world, about himself, about everything he sees." The middle-aged man in the white robe sitting opposite her smiled slightly and replied to her gently, "So, Elena, what do you think?" ”

Elena turned her cheek sideways and looked through the arched window on her left as she looked at the pedestrians on the street. She has been here for nearly three years, and as the original home of the Lord of Light, Dawn City is one of the most famous holy places in the Church, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims here. With devotion, the faithful walked through the avenue of light in front of her and went to the Great Chapel to pay their respects. This situation has never changed in her eyes, regardless of winter, summer, cold or summer.

Two cups of steaming black tea are placed on the table, and the aroma of tea is curling. She picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip, looking satisfied. Although she was bored with the aristocratic tea party, she still liked the black tea itself.

"I don't know." The girl shook her head slightly, "I thought that the church could convey faith to us, and it could guide us to find what we wanted to do and what we could do. But in fact, I still have questions, Mr. Karan. ”

"Oh?" The middle-aged man pretended to be surprised and said, "Then Elena, what is your problem?" ”

The girl was silent for a moment. She grabbed her braid in front of her and looked at it, flicking it to the side.

"Teacher Karan, you know my past. I was the eldest daughter of the Silver Birch family, and I grew up attending etiquette classes, tea parties, and balls to learn about history, politics, and governing the territory. I didn't like it, so my father sent me here. The girl frowned slightly, "But, after coming here, is the life I have lived really what I want to continue?" ”

"So, my dear student, you don't like it here." The middle-aged man made a sad face.

"It's not like that!" The girl raised her head suddenly, and quickly retorted, "I like Teacher Karan, I like everyone in the temple, I like the day and night in this city, and the people who visit here...... Also, I was happy to learn about herbs and potions! ”

"It's just...... I don't know," she lowered her voice and lowered her head slowly, "There are a lot of believers here, praying to Lord of Light, and then leaving with a satisfied smile. But have they really found their hope? And what can we do here here to listen to their wishes and pains, day after day, year after year? ”

"What do you want to do, Elena?" The middle-aged man in the white robe smiled slightly.

"Since the Lord of Light has taught us to give light to all who need it......" The girl bit her fingertips and muttered for a moment, "Are there still people in many corners of this continent who cannot reach the light?" If we go out of the church with the knowledge, the medicine, and the cure for the disease, will we be able to bring hope to more people? ”

"What you said, the Templars and the Traveling Priests are already doing, Elena."

"But there are only fifty-two Templars in the Church, and traveling priests are rare." Unconvinced, the girl retorted, "In comparison, there are more than a hundred times the number of ordinary monks and nuns. She grabbed her braid and looked at her teacher, "It doesn't take that many people to answer prayers and treat the patients who come to visit." If we could get half, or even a quarter, of the people out of church, maybe we would alleviate the suffering of many people—"

"But that's not something you can decide, my dear student." The middle-aged man replied gently with a teasing smile.

The girl was angry. Of course, she knew she couldn't make that decision, so she asked her teacher about it. But he pushed the problem back to her lightly.

She knew that as one of the forty white-robed bishops, the de facto lord of Dawning City, and a strong candidate for the next pope, the teacher's position in the church was enough to make this suggestion. However, he had already made his attitude clear, and Elena naturally would not bother him with such boring questions again.

The girl pondered the reason for the teacher's answer, what she could do, and what she could try to continue to convince him. Today is the third day of the week, and it's her weekly day off, so there's still a long way to go. The middle-aged man in the white robe was holding a copy of "The Gospel of Light: Part II", and looked at her from time to time, as if he thought her current actions were interesting.

She lowered her head, trying not to look at him.

The two sat facing each other and were silent for a while. There was a crisp knock on the door. The middle-aged man stood up and went over to pull the door open.

The petite woman walked into the room, removing her hood and revealing her lustrous silver hair. She hugged Kahlan for a moment, then pulled a chair over her hand and sat down on the girl's right.

"Long time no see, little Elena." Hylanthia blinked, "What's the trouble this time?" ”

"Don't be small all the time, ......" the girl was a little annoyed, "You're not as tall as me, Sister Yinyue!" ”

"Older than you though. It's not a good thing to be happy about, though. Hylanthia smiled and said, "Tell me, sister, maybe I will have an answer?" ”

That's just as well. The "Silver Witch" liked to tease her as much as her teacher, but her knowledge was extraordinary. And, as a member of the Templar Order, perhaps she would agree with her, Elena thought to herself.

She straightened her face and once again said the question she had just asked, as well as her own thoughts.

"What should you do as a follower of Leonos...... "The silver-haired young woman nodded her chin, "Well, I'll tell you a story, how about it?" ”

"Huh?" Elena's eyes widened, "Is it a story about faith?" ”

"That's right." Hylanthia smiled a little mysteriously, "So, let's get started." ”

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