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Majestic churches with spires and domes stand in a variety of styles, with soft night lights and quiet darkness. Because it was past the time to open the doors, the vestibules of these churches were dark, except for the sporadic fires in the rest area and the cemetery at the back.

Yes, that's right, the cemetery was built with the church, and different denominations demanded different burials, some were to be buried in the earth, some were to be cremated to ashes, and some were to be given to wild beasts to eat, leaving only the skulls in jars and mummified. As for those who have no faith and cannot afford to buy a parish cemetery, they can only bury their bodies in the public cemetery further east of the civilian area, of course, there is not a special priest guarding it like the diocese, although there are also grave keepers, but relatively speaking, it is not as peaceful as the parish cemetery, there are many grave robbers and scavenging monsters.

Wanting to make life more peaceful and tranquil after death, and wanting to keep one's soul from being disturbed by people and wild beasts, this is one of the reasons why most people in the Western Continent choose their beliefs.

But that had nothing to do with Jack Tifa, who had come to the cemetery primarily to heal his wounds, or more precisely, to help Jack heal the wounds he had just suffered from the battle - especially the shrapnel that had been in his calf bone.

Jack limped as he was helped by Tifa, his legs had been roughly bandaged to ensure that the blood did not flow too quickly and to reduce the chance of blood flowing to the ground, and Jack, who had just caused an explosion in the alley, did not want the city guards to chase him directly after him.

The two slowly moved to the church of the Faun Pan, and when it came to healing arts, except for the Bright Church that made its fortune through the Abyss War, the sect of the Faun God was the best at healing gods, however, the two knocked on the door and did not get any response.

"Is there anyone? we need help!" Tifa shouted twice, but again no one responded, and the two had no choice but to turn to other churches.

Three churches were knocked in a row, and each church was as empty as if it were empty, with the lights black, no one opening the door, no one responding.

"These guys, who are usually as enthusiastic as grandsons, are now ......," Jack sighed a little helplessly, with a wry smile.

"As I said earlier, these gods are unreliable! They preach their gods every day, and enthusiastically want to comfort everyone who is confused, but how can the people who look at the divine realm really care about the suffering of the people?" Tifa replied in a crisp and tactful voice, "Jack, how are you, can you still hold on? Let's go find the necromancer!"

"Necromancers can't be trusted, they might be able to cut off your leg and put a unicorn arm on you. ”

"Qilin Arm, what is that?, but you necromancers in the Western Continent are really strange, aren't they good at healing spells?"

"No, of course not, they're all militants...... ...... hiss" Jack's voice was a little hoarse.

"Sorry, thankful for the misery, Jack, I shouldn't have talked to you......"

"It's okay, you can talk to me, Tifa, just to distract me from the pain. I heard that you don't have faith in Dongdalu, right?"

"Yes, our emperor hates God, he thinks that those who are locked up in the sky have no right to meddle in the affairs of the world, so the whole upper class of the East is a person who despises God, as for us ordinary people in the lower classes, our point of view is very simple, you think, Jack, what is the difference between a group of gods who overlook the world in the sky all day long, and those nobles who are high up, it is not a good thing. Yes...... Jack, you know I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the nobles of the Eastern Continent. ”

"It's okay, I know what you mean, but I'm also a materialist...... No, magic is a challenge to my worldview, and now I've changed it, but I'm also an absolute non-believer in theism, I believe in the power of human beings, no matter how generous God is, it is impossible to tell humans the truth of the world, if we want to explore this world, we still have to rely on ourselves. ”

Then, the two knocked on the church of the god Dios, but unfortunately, no one responded. Knocking all the way through this, Jack and the others came to the end of the church block, which was also the closest point outside of Ash City.

There is a church of the muse of the god of music, compared with the previous churches, the church of the god of music is just a small white building, which looks extremely shabby, but there is no way, the belief of the god of music in the western continent is meager, very small, and it is a marginal culture in the city of ashes, no one believes in it, and no one donates money, of course, it can only build this kind of small building.

However, this is the only church where anyone responds.

Through the dim window, Jack and Tifa saw a bright fire in the room, accompanied by rhythmic footsteps, and an extra door open to those who asked for help in the quiet church area.

Against the bright light, Jack saw the silhouette of the girl standing in the doorway.

In the dim light, the girl in the nun's dress looked familiar, but before Jack could compare the memories in his heart, the girl had already exclaimed.

"Wow, it turned out to be you, you were actually injured again!Ah, there was blood all over your body...... You're so unlucky, did you fall into the gutter?"

Listening to the girl's words, the blurred image in Jack's mind also began to coincide with the girl's silhouette, although he did not see the girl's whole picture that day, but he remembered the beautiful blonde hair like the sun, and he remembered the crisp sound like a young leaf bending.

At the same time, Jack's intuition was shouting, and his heart swelled with uncontrollable gratitude and closeness.

There is no doubt that the girl who opened the door for them was the savior who pulled Jack back to the real world from death that day.

"You ......" Jack's excitement choked him, but he reacted immediately, holding his body in pain, and bent over hard, "Thank you so much for saving me that day!"

"Huh!?" the girl exclaimed, and suddenly said shyly, "Don't, don't do this, it's really just a gesture, and it will make me embarrassed if you bow to me like this......! Well, forget it, you guys come in first!"

The girl's body took a step back, and Jack was able to see her in full view in the bright yellow light.

She has a three-dimensional and delicate melon seed face, wavy blonde hair that falls over her shoulders, and the black and white nun dress swells in her chest and is cinched at her slender waist, but a common white ribbon is tied around her waist, and the girl wears the loose nun dress out of the effect of a straitjacket.

Jack glanced at the black nun's dress that was slit at the base of her thighs, and felt that this girl was indeed a talent, and she wore a solemn and holy nun dress with a sense of color.

On top of that, she still had a childish silly smile on her face all the time, apparently not realizing how attractive her outfit was.

However, as mentioned earlier, Jack is not a guy who is in heat all the time, so he has admired it, and Tifa carried him past the girl and into the house.

As he entered the house, Jack suddenly thought of something and asked, "Well, I want to ask you, why did you open the door for us?"

"Well, what's the reason for this, don't you need help?" replied the girl with a cute wink.

Looking at her pure and kind face, Jack couldn't help but fall silent.

Yes, that's not a good question.

It's just that there are more people who don't open the door for others, and those who open the door have become different.

(Thank you for the cool autumn tips and your support, as a newcomer, there will always be times when I can't control the rhythm well, and I need your reminders and suggestions at that time, but eagerness will quickly make me fall into Carvin, so I want to be more steady, and try to make the story tell it steadily, like a melodious and tactful nocturne.) ）