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Mr. A is preaching.

"My lord, who was the great sun god and the only creator, was betrayed by his god and fell into filth......"

"Teacher!" The blonde girl who was listening to the lecture raised her hand, "Why is the Lord betrayed by other gods?" Who rebelled against the Lord?"

"All the gods!" Mr. A was glad to get the children's response that such sermons and teachings would be meaningful, "The gods have rebelled against the Lord and taken away His power, leaving the sun to be eclipsed from now on! They ......"

"Ahem!" Maria, who was standing by the door, coughed quickly, and Mr. A. was very dissatisfied when he was interrupted, and Maria smiled bitterly and said, "How can you talk about the gods in front of the children? What's more, it's still the secret knowledge that has only recently been revealed within your Aurora Society...... If you say all those words, you'll explode on the spot, don't just because you know how to do flesh magic?"

Mr. A looked at Mary disapprehantly: "To be able to preach the gospel of the Lord, never give up." Sooner or later, they will be our compatriots in addition to secret knowledge, so what's wrong with talking about it now?"

“…… Don't decide the children's beliefs like this, I still really want them to believe in the three gods, grow up in peace and stability, and stop having anything to do with us......" Maria sighed, "Mr. A, I am very relieved and touched by your arrival, when are you going to start commissioning?" And the detective thing, please remember......"

"Sister Maria!" The little blonde girl raised her hand again, "I love listening to the new teacher tell stories!" ”

"No, you can't always listen to stories, you have to learn grammar and arithmetic, as well as sewing!" Seeing that Mr. A was very pleased, Maria quickly interrupted, "Just listen to those stories, hurry up and go to class!" It's been ten minutes! ”

"What do you mean by just listening? This is the ...... of the Lord."

Mr. A was dragged out by Maria, and a middle-aged man who had stood in the corner for a long time who did not dare to speak finally breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up his patched trench coat and tie, walked up to the podium where half of the class was robbed, and said to the children, large and small: "It's an arithmetic class, and today's lesson is addition and subtraction within one to ten, everyone look at the blackboard......"

"Please think about the commission as soon as possible!"

"What are you anxious about, and you can act immediately if you are not in a hurry." Mr. A was calm and unimpressed, "If I want to get in smoothly, I have to wait for Kapin's extraordinary men to come out, but don't you even know who his extraordinary men are and who are changing shifts now?" I've had the flesh puppets surreptitiously stationed near the Caping house and kidnapped from them. Kapin's men should soon be unable to sit still. ”

Ranwen

"If you have a plan, it's good to have a plan. Of course, I'm sorry for the detective's business, I wanted to rescue the children as soon as possible, so I didn't refuse him......"

"I know, I know, Sherlock Moriarty, right? If I run into him, I try not to hurt him and let him get out safely without revealing myself, right? It is so bold for a private detective to dare to get involved in such a thing, and I don't know where the courage comes from. ”

“…… Maybe people have their own connections and methods. "Capin's mansion is quite dangerous, and Maria is a little uneasy, not knowing how the great detective Sherlock is going to get the interior map.

"Now that I'm here, I'm relieved. I will not fail, and I will never disgrace the Lord. ”

Mary wanted to say something, but seeing that Mr. A was so confident, she didn't say more. There were many things going on inside the school and hospital, and there were still many unemployed people in the workers' guild waiting for her arrangement, and Maria really didn't have that much time to look at Mr. A.

After a few minutes of conversation, Mary hurriedly withdrew, and by the way told the other idle people in the Pilgrimage to pay attention to Mr. A's movements, lest he suddenly begin to speak of secret knowledge again, to accuse the gods of sin, and to cause all to suffer together.

The blue-haired Overseer followed far behind, and Mr. A didn't mind, following his familiar route to some unobtrusive corner of the East End. It's relatively sheltered and quiet, and it's always crowded with jobless poor people who can't even afford to rent a bunk, and even the better street girls won't set foot here.

"Poor place, it seems that the God of your faith has forsaken you."

Mr. A's arrival did not bring the slightest fluctuation to these stagnant people, and even if he said so, only a few awake people looked up, old and young, with the same sad and numb faces.

"Have you ever been redeemed by God when you prayed day and night?"

"Have you ever felt God's grace during your life?"

"But we're religious enough." An old woman said in a sandpaper-like throat, "When a life of suffering is over, we can go to God and find peace and eternal happiness." ”

One or two people nodded their heads.

"If salvation can be achieved by piety, what is the point of the pain you are experiencing now?" Mr. A sighed, "The rich are pampered, they never need to go through pain, as long as they are pious and donate money to the church, they can get the same peace as you, so why should you suffer?"

No one responded for a while.

The old woman was a little puzzled: this gentleman had reversed the doctrine. God's doctrine says that no matter how poor or rich, as long as they are religious, they can receive the same treatment after death, so the suffering while living is only a test to sharpen the faith. But when the gentleman in the red cloak said that only the poor need to be sharpened, and the rich do not need to ...... This, that doesn't seem right? Isn't faith the salvation of people? Why is something wrong when you think about it?

No, no, how can I doubt the Goddess of Mercy? On the day of the feast, I did see my sleeping husband and children, who were undoubtedly at peace, and I must pray earnestly before I can go to them...... The old woman quickly cut off her thoughts and recited in a low voice.

“…… What do you think, sir, is our suffering?"

As the old woman bowed her head in prayer, the teenager curled up across from her asked—unlike the old man, even though they were the most likely to die in the Eastside, the young man's life had just begun, and he wouldn't rest on his laurels—"We are like that, poor and useless. ”

Mr. A smiled: "Suffering is indeed grinding."

The boy heard the same answer and slowly lowered his head.

But a truly merciful God does not sit idly by and ignore suffering! Pain can temper people's minds, grief can awaken people's will, there are gains and losses, and if you want to gain something, you must first lose something. It is in this way that the Great Lord sifted through Her best Lambs in the earth and then saved them. ”

Mr. A turned around and stretched out his hand to the blue-haired man leaning against the wall: "Take out the food."

The blue-haired man was stunned: "Huh?"

"If you have it, take it out!" Mr. A said, "I'll pay you back!" ”

Faced with Mr. A's extremely intimidating and justified request, the blue-haired man had to fumble up and down his body, then took out half a piece of black bread from the left pocket of his jacket, and took out a slice of wheat bran toast from the right pocket of his pants. As if by magic, he actually pulled out a tinfoil-wrapped fingernail-sized piece of inferior cream from his outside pocket.

Mr. A took it and held it high, and when he saw the food, all the people who were awake or pretending to be asleep looked at him, and their gray faces full of longing were like sunflowers chasing the sun.

"You have been deceived by the rhetoric of the false gods!"

"If they are truly merciful, how can they turn a blind eye to your prayers?"

"But the Lord will save you." Mr. A exclaimed, "I was born in the poorest and dirtiest place, redeemed by the Lord after suffering and despair, and was able to look up to the sun in the mud. Now that I have power, money, and status, I carry the light of Christ to redeem my fellow man! Do not be afraid, come to me, and follow the great True Creator! ”

"Hey." The blue-haired man hurriedly said, "Don't take me with you!" ”

If food is just a temptation, then Mr. A's speech is an extremely effective booster, the same origin and experience suddenly narrowed the distance between him and the poor, and people are most able to accept the people who share their lives, and are most willing to listen to their own stories. They looked at Mr. A, who was obviously not malnourished and was not a wanderer, and looked at the cheap but life-saving inferior bread in his hand, as if they had seen a miracle happen in front of them.

The sound of swallowing saliva came and went, and the mere presence of food was enough to stimulate the nerves of the poor, but they still lacked a chance to stand up bravely, and they just watched.

Mr. A was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

At this moment, the young man who had taken the initiative to talk to Mr. A just now stood up and mustered up the courage to cross the crowd and come to Mr. A, his slightly trembling voice showing his vacillation and determination.

"I, I'm willing to follow, follow the Lord."

He bravely raised his head and looked directly at Mr. A, fearful and determined.

Mr. A became serious, straightened up, and solemnly put his palm slowly on the young man's heart. At this moment, in the eyes of the poor people of the Eastern District, it was as if there was really a holy light in his body, even compared to the archbishop of the righteous god: "Time will prove you right."

"We are fellow men, and we are destined to suffer and to be redeemed. From now on, the Lord's gracious gaze will fall on you, and we will advance and retreat together with her. ”

Mr. A patted the boy on both shoulders and on the top of his head, and drew an inverted cross, looking solemn as if he was really baptism:

"Welcome, my compatriot."

Then he broke half of the black bread in his hand and handed it to the boy. Seeing this, the poor people immediately became excited, and scrambled to stand up and walk towards Mr. A, for fear that they would not be able to share the bread.

The boy took the bread with the same solemnity, and his Adam's apple rolled a little, and he suddenly felt as if he was not so hungry. His eyes flashed with the countless painful faces he had seen in his time together, and he suddenly felt that he should do something.

He looked up just in time to see Mr. A looking at him too, with a gentle, encouraging, look at him that he had not seen since birth, like imaginary parents he had never seen, like a kind teacher in a church school.

"Go ahead." Mr. A said, "Do what you want." ”

The people behind him had already squeezed a meter in front of Mr. A, and the person in front was almost close to the boy's back. But Mr. A did not speak, and they did not dare to speak, and the corner was eerily quiet.

The boy gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around vigorously, and raised the half piece of black bread in his hand in the same way as Mr. A had just done.

"Lord, Lord says! We are, we are people with the same fate! ”

"Well, in that case, then, since the priest gave me the bread, I should also give it to you......

Under the oppressive gaze of more than a dozen people, the young man's voice became smaller and smaller, and he glanced at Mr. A in a panic, only to find that the other party's face was full of relief and joy, and even made a gesture of encouragement. The young man was a little bolder, and he broke the half of the black bread in his hand into more than a dozen small portions, which were only a circle larger than his thumb, and distributed them to everyone present one by one, starting from the one standing at the front.

A few people couldn't wait to eat the bread the size of their fingers, but many more didn't say a word, and looked at the boy and Mr. A with surprised and respectful eyes, and at this time, no one doubted it anymore.

When the boy had left his hands empty, Mr. A handed him the bran toast along with the inferior cream.

"You deserve it, and you will be a wonderful believer."

The boy was flattered, but he would not express his gratitude, so he blushed and bowed his head shyly.

"Everyone, please listen up!" Mr. A faced everyone and said in a loud voice, "As you can see, the Lord has sent you a message of salvation with the hand of this fellow man!" You have qualified to follow the merciful Lord, but you are still free. If you want to go with me, come to my side. ”

"Hey, you're too good at proselytizing." Seeing that everyone stood silently beside Mr. A, the blue-haired man covered his face in pain, "Our unemployment problem hasn't been solved yet?" Since you're here to preach and pull people, bring them to the Aurora Society as soon as possible......"

Mr. A raised his eyebrows: "Of course I will take them away, but you are also allies of the Lord, can't you afford to settle at all?"

"I ...... Forget it, well, it's only fifteen people, and I can afford it myself. The blue-haired man crouched on the ground with his face covered and made a painful sound, "I'll spend at least two pounds...... Miss Maria will surely scold me, Mr. A, you must pay me back, and plead for me! ”

Mr. A rolled his eyes: "You people from the Pilgrimage Sect really like to nag. Got it, let's go. ”

"Let's settle near my house first, my house has an empty warehouse, although it is not big, but it can sleep a dozen people if you squeeze it."

The blue-haired man stood up resigned to his fate and led the way in front: "And at least it can shelter from the wind and rain, so that the old man and the children will not be cold." The most important thing is that I have to settle you before my wife comes back, or she will definitely try to arrange for a few people to live in the house, but my floor is all rented out...... So, everyone, run! ”

TBC

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What I imagined: I write slowly, and everyone reads slowly.

Actually: I want to write slowly, but everyone uses tips to force me to double the speed of the code.

It's scary, bro, don't do it again.

It's quite easy to write Mr. A.