The nun who came to tell Ronald out was called Afra.

The two chatted for a while, and Ronald took the opportunity to investigate the information and confirm the situation in the Holy Capital.

Then clean up.

The two of them left the hut directly.

The monastery is only a corner of the Holy City, but when it goes from empty silence to human activity, it still takes on a completely different look.

The city is silent.

Most of the figures you can see on the road are walking slowly, but their expressions are firm. Even if the acquaintances were idle, most of them did not say a word, just nodded their heads, reflecting the solemn atmosphere of the monastery.

At this time, the bell rang.

Ronald followed the sound and saw that it was the bell tower ringing in the distance.

There are bell towers in each city of the Holy City, and the bells are rang every hour to inform the people of the city of the time at this moment.

A few minutes later, Ronald followed the little nun down the street and returned to the square of the convent.

This is the intersection of the various roads of the monastery.

Unlike the Holy Capital after it was later sealed, this place, as the center of the road, finally has some breath of life.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, Ronald saw a priest dressed in black, pushing a wheelbarrow and transporting a black stone tablet from another city.

They dug up a piece of the original floor in the square and replaced it with a newly imported stone monument.

If you stop and look closely, you can still see the handwriting engraved on the stone tablet......

"Lili, what are you looking at?"

The little nun on the side noticed Ronald's stop and immediately leaned over:

"Oh, that's it!"

"It's Mr. Matthew, who passed away just last week. In order to show his devotion to his faith, he donated a large sum of money in his will, hoping that his tombstone would be inlaid in the square of the monastery. ”

After explaining, the little nun Afra sighed more:

"Looks like he's lucky."

"The grounds on the monastery square are repaired only a few times a year, and even this opportunity has been won for him."

Ronald nodded, pretending to be the way it was.

Bypassing the priests who were changing the floor, they turned into another alley, led by the little nun.

This time it was only a few minutes away.

Not far from the square.

They came to the door of a large compound.

The little nun Afra took the initiative to knock on the door, and whispered a few words to the monk who opened the door, and the two entered without further inspection.

It is different from the courtyards used by other monks for their daily life.

Within the walls on this side, there is only an open field that resembles the terrain of an altar. Young and old monks sit in a circle around the center, and in the center there is a podium in which a middle-aged man stands with a kind smile.

Whenever someone walks in from outside the yard.

He would smile at the new arrivals as a sign of welcome.

Visitors often nodded their heads, including Ronald and the little nun.

In the course of this action, Ronald and the man make eye contact.

With just one look, he could feel the other's specialness.

This is not that he senses that the other party has a powerful original text, but that he can judge it from his eyes alone.

Confident temperament, confident eyes, methodical movements.

It's hard to fake the information that comes out of this demeanor.

Ronald almost subconsciously had an idea.

Can you use the man in front of you to deal with other [Nine Rings Secret Society] spellcasters who are in the trial?

……

In a quiet atmosphere, time passes.

After about a quarter of an hour, the seats in the courtyard were already occupied.

During this time, no one exchanged words, and the atmosphere of tranquility and solemnity was maintained throughout the venue.

Smack-

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was closed from the inside.

It's like a signal for the speech to begin.

The middle-aged man standing behind the central podium spoke as the door closed, and his voice was gentle and long:

"Good morning, everyone.

As you must know, yesterday the priest and the priest returned to the monastery to prepare for the selection of candidates for the next priesthood.

The two adults also exchanged some views with us.

I thought about it and felt that there was a story that I should share with you. ”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man paused for a moment, his eyes sweeping over the crowd around him.

As if confirming something, he began to tell the story:

"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, there was a family who made a living by shepherding sheep.

They are hardworking and sincere, kind to others, and have the spirit of hardship and hard work.

As a result, under the careful care and management of generations, the sheep naturally prospered, and their family had no worries about food and clothing, and lived a happy life.

One day, they came next door to a neighbor who also made a living from it.

From then on, the peaceful life was no longer what it used to be. The family fought with their neighbors for land for their flock.

After a long confrontation, the family finally emerged victorious.

Their flock is much larger than in the past.

But instead of having a better life, the family was more exhausted than before, as if they were being herded by lambs. ”

At this point in the story, the middle-aged man stopped talking, but picked up a glass of water to moisten his throat.

The people in the seats around them began to discuss with each other.

After listening to this, Ronald initially thought that this was a metaphor for the battle between the church and wizards.

But when he listened carefully to the discussions of the other clergy, he realized that his view of this era was somewhat arrogant and backward.

The story told by the priest is not focused on strife.

It's about a change in the relationship between the shepherd's family and their flock.

For hundreds of years, the Church has gone through various stages in its battle with wizards, and now it has finally won the dawn of victory.

But there are some problems, or some changes, that are undoubtedly happening along the way. The upper echelons of the church recognized and took this change seriously.

Although it is not directly discussed.

But also in a more lateral way, the significance of this change is confronted and discussed.

In the past era, the caster of magic in the church was always man, and the elements and status of man were undeniable. And spells, just tools in their hands, are a way to seal the faith.

But with the fight with heretical wizards.

The relationship between man and sorcery and the original canon is changing.

In order to win the battle, the development and application of spells are constantly tilted. After a hundred years, the relationship between people and art in the past has disappeared.

The power of spells continues to grow.

Because of this, people have worked hard to study that having strong magical powers is a prerequisite for gaining a place in the church.

This has become the greatest blasphemy for the devout of the past.

After all, the spells come from the original texts, not from the gods.

In the past, people saw spells as tools, and in any case, people were the core, and spells were only auxiliary.

——People change, but art does not change.

And fighting excessively makes cause and effect inverted.

Spells became the first power, eternal and unchanging, and the people in the church became almost vassals of spells.

- The technique changes but the person does not change.

Although the consequences of this change are not yet visible.

But in the eyes of thoughtful church people.

In line with this trend, the unchanging backwardness will be eliminated sooner or later, and that will be an outcome that no one wants to see.

The originally quiet courtyard rarely stirred up noise in the tranquility.

As monks in the monastery, it is their innate mission to overcome this dilemma.

This scene was reflected in Ronald's eyes.

He was inevitably brought into this collision of ideas.

Thinking about the relationship between man and magic is very similar to the alienation of capital.

Look at the world outside the seal.

In the reality of the greater pursuit of efficiency and craftsmanship, no one has yet discussed this issue.

Perhaps in Entrod, the nascent country with the original text of Das Kapital, will also begin to face up to such changes?

Ronald felt a little emotional.

Just from the story and the discussion of the priests, he felt that entering the temple trial was worth the trip.

Even against those few [Nine Rings Secret Society] spell casters.

It seems to have become a minor matter.

It was also at this moment, when the discussion in the courtyard had continued for a quarter of an hour, that the little nun Afra again extended an invitation to Ronald:

"Lili, it's almost over here."

"It's just the right time, let's go to church for morning prayers, shall we?"

[Thank you Aiuzeyels for your tip!] 】

(End of chapter)