Under Sister's leadership, Dara and the old man entered the temple without incident, and the old man sat on a special chaise longue and was carried into the temple by four young apprentices, while Bandier was assigned to lead Darra's horse to the stable to wash and feed the forage as a punishment for his rude behavior to the "honored guest". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dara repeatedly said, "It's okay, I don't blame Benjil, you don't have to punish him like this......"

"Leave him alone," Sister laughed, "The temple has the rules of the temple. Bengil is too irritable and has no eyesight at all, so it's good to give him some hardship. ”

"Maybe he ...... because his aunt died," Darla swallowed back in a playful smile before Dara could finish his words.

"His aunt died?" said him," laughed Sister, "this is his fifth relative to die this month, and every time he makes a mistake and is afraid of punishment, there is always a loved one who dies in time." ”

"Do you mean, you mean, that he would lie about such a sacred thing?" said Darrah.

"I didn't say that, I just thought it was too much of a coincidence. As far as I know, there is only one aunt in Banger, and she has been dead for almost eighteen years. Sister shrugged and said.

"You ...... Is it even allowed for a dishonest person to study in the temple?" Darrah asked.

"Of course, Bengil was stupid, but his father paid his monthly tuition on time. Sister said.

"Do you have to charge for the pastor's studies?" asked Darla.

"Of course, there are so many people who want to be a priest, who has so much energy to take an apprentice if they don't filter people out by tuition?" said Siester.

"Yes, yes!" said the old man who followed him on the chaise longue.

Dara looked back at the old man, and the other man's face was full of sly smiles, and he winked at Darra, as if to say, "Now you know why I have to send me to the Temple of the Sun!

Darla turned around and asked Sist, "You don't need to pay for the pastor, because ......"

Before Dara could finish speaking, Sister hurriedly replied, "How long have you not been to the imperial capital?"

"It's only about half a year. Darla replied depressedly.

"No wonder," said Sister, "half a year ago the bread of the imperial capital sold for two slirs, and now it costs at least twenty Homans. Now that the prices of the imperial capital are rising day by day, even the city guards wearing knightly uniforms have to find a way to solve some of their rations, and only we, the clergy in robes, are the only ones who are supported by the royal family and have a stable job. So a lot of families are crammed to put their children in the priesthood. ”

"That's right, with such fierce competition, why not charge some tuition fees for a preliminary screening?" the old man behind Dara interjected.

Darla couldn't help but ask him, "Looks like your injuries are healed?"

The old man was busy holding his mouth and moaning again.

Dara ignored him and asked Siste, "But in this way, those children whose family conditions are not very good will not have the opportunity to serve the sun god?

Sister glanced around before he whispered: "Those whose family conditions are not good, but they are particularly good, can still apply for the academy's bonuses to study the skills required by priests, and these bonuses, except for those from the King's Reward Academy, are funded by the parents of students who have paid tuition fees like Bengil." ”

"But since the clergy are all supported by the royal family, why do you run in this way? What do you priests do with so much money?" asked Darrah.

"The royal family only provides food for everyone, but people have a lot of other things to do besides eating, so it can't be done with the royal family's money. ”

"Do you have a lot more to do than study and pray?" Dara asked curiously.

"It's natural. We also have to go on missions, we have to raise donations, we have to help all those who need help. You must know that it always takes a lot of money to help the people in hunger and poverty, and it is not just a few shriveled words of faith, but bread. Sister said.

"Yes, money can be spiritual, and priests must be rich!" added the old man, and when he saw Darla and Sister looking back at him together, he really closed his mouth and said no more.

It sounds like the priest of the temple is so rich because he is doing real charity.

"Then why did you say you were going to take money when we first came to ask for help?" asked Darrah.

"You don't look like a poor man wearing such an expensive necklace. Sister said.

Dara listened to Sith's nonchalant words, and couldn't help but think of the priest Isabel she had met in the port of Karinshan, who was so devout that she gave up her privileged living conditions to devote herself to the goddess she believed in. But in the imperial capital, his compatriots no longer regard faith as the purpose, but pursue another set of philosophy of the supremacy of money that ordinary people value. Although Sister's rhetoric seems to be to rob the rich and help the poor, it is contrary to the doctrine that all men are equal before the faith.

Can such a priest still evoke the power of the light of the sun god?

While Dara was thinking about what had happened since they had made their way into the city, they came to the building area where the clergy lived in the temple.

Dara found that the clergyman's complex was a neatly constructed, resplendent square building, with robed clergy moving in and out of the brightly lit rooms, including young apprentices like Sister and beautiful young ladies who walked generously through the building. At first glance, it looks like a lively secular school rather than a clerical college with special beliefs and skills.

"This is a gathering place for low-level students, so it's a little more complicated. It is always difficult for people to get used to their old habits when they have to abandon their old habits. Sister explained, leading Dara and the apprentices carrying the old man as they walked up the stone steps of the built-up area, up the stairs, and toward the heights.

After walking a long way, Dara and the others left behind the brightly lit student quarters and came to a group of old rock cylindrical towers surrounded by high walls on all sides, leaving only a narrow door to enter and exit, overgrown with green vines. (To be continued.) )