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"New Year?"

Emlin turned his head and looked at his assistant with a slight frown: "I understand your thoughts, but you also know that our blood clan actually has no New Year customs, and I have never been to Fenerport, so I don't know what you will be doing in the New Year's celebration." ”

At the end, he thought for a moment, and added with a warning:

"There's no harm in celebrating at home, but you're in Rune now."

"Plus we have a tense relationship with the Thunder Church right now, and we're still being stared at by that Radar Valentine. Those guys are staring at you like they're staring at the work of the church...... If you accidentally do something wrong and commit a taboo on the other side, someone will definitely take advantage of the problem and immediately put a 'Fenerport and animals are not allowed' on the door of the store - I think they do this kind of thing. ”

Last time, that damn radar had already pressured me to come up with an agreement for a limited time limit for the passage of some streets and areas of Fenerport, but luckily I was fooled by similar methods...... Emlyn was still upset.

After the rambling recitation, Archbishop White saw the dimming eyes of his assistant, and his voice grew quieter.

…… Do humans still attach great importance to the New Year? Well, they may really need something happy to relieve their depressed emotions, and I can't afford to have that many psychiatrists to see them, and I can't guarantee that they are really well-intentioned......

After a few seconds, he pursed his lips, and he couldn't bear it, so he asked as if unintentionally, "Does the Holy Church have a plan for New Year's activities?" ”

"Not yet."

The assistant's eyes lit up again, and Emlyn looked away, always thinking that the newcomer in the confession room was eavesdropping.

Where did I do this kind of thing, in the past, few people came to the Harvest Church, only the immigrants who lived in Ferneport, who lived in Bakerlandry, and the merchants who lived for a short time would pray here, and Utravsky was busy with the affairs of the church alone, and he didn't even have the funds, let alone any New Year's event, any rejuvenation day, some birthday celebration of the Mother Goddess, and so on...... Emlyn underestimated in his heart for a moment, and then spoke:

"Wait for the paperwork of the Templar, after all, this year is special, and they should also care about this New Year."

"If the church approves it, we'll follow the standard process, and if the church doesn't say that you really want to celebrate, I'll send an application to the main church, and we'll close the church door and celebrate it ourselves."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and saluted Emrin.

He was about to say something when out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of an unpretentious carriage slowly slowing down and stopping in front of the Harvest Chapel, followed by a blonde girl dressed in a black and white dress and a maid costume who pushed the door open and got out of the car, carefully and carefully helped out of the car a woman in an old-fashioned dark dress, with a wide brim and a hanging gloss mesh that almost covered her hair and face.

The two women got out of the carriage about fifteen meters from the main entrance of the Harvest Church and walked slowly side by side.

Then the carriage slowly left and went to wait on the side of the street where it did not interfere with others.

Seeing that a stranger who seemed to have a good identity came to pray, the assistant immediately entered the working state, cleared his throat, sorted out his expression and stood on the side of the church.

Emlindo looked at each other before moving to the bench in the first row and sitting down, wondering why a human-female, who smelled rather young, should dress as if she had just been widowed.

As archbishop, Emlyn had to put on a show, but not too much. In order to develop believers, he also had to pick out those who were generous and devout in their beliefs, and then give them some special privileges.

After about two minutes, the two young ladies entered the Harvest Chapel.

The assistant looked at the two of them quietly by doing the action of cleaning.

As soon as she entered the church, the young lady in a dark dress and concealed her appearance with a hat and plaid tulle could not help but begin to arrange her veil and headdress, as if she was very dissatisfied with her dress. With the help of the maid, the two tossed for a while, and the young lady struggled to reveal a somewhat round and delicate face, and some golden coiled hair.

She looked a little impatient and unhappy, but when she saw the Mother Earth Sacred Emblem on the wall in front of her, her mood was noticeably calm.

Sunlight shines through a specially designed skylight and shines just on the emblem of the Mother Goddess.

The Harvest Church serves soothing herbal teas for free, so the smell of herbs and charcoal wafts through the day, and it smells warm.

Next, the blonde lady broke away from the maid's support, walked briskly to the front risk box with her skirt, and threw five ten-pound bills into it in succession.

A devout female believer with a hearty personality and generous shots!

On the other hand, her maid did not speak loudly from beginning to end, and seemed to be relatively quiet and restrained, and did things steadily.

The assistant's eyes immediately widened, suspecting that the other party was from Fenerport, and suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in seeing his family. If it weren't for Bishop Emlyn White's lack of action, he probably wouldn't be able to help but smile at this young lady, and even take the initiative to greet her!

Emlyn did sit motionless in the first row, and as the young lady passed by him, his nose moved, and he smelled the unknown perfume on the other's body.

It wasn't strange, but he always felt that he didn't smell the sweet blood of a young woman from her.

But how could it not be? Emlyn looked over again in disbelief, his eyes were smart, his limbs were flexible, his expression was natural, and his spirit was in his body, not like a secret puppet or a living corpse...... Is there really none? This is obviously a living person...... Emlyn frowned and thought carefully, reminiscing, recalling, as if he did smell some of the blood belonging to a young woman, too sweet to fake.

Well, no matter how she looks at it, she looks like a living person, and she must have made a mistake. Emlyn made up her mind.

It was noon, and there was no one in the church except a confession priest, a priest, and an archbishop, and the assistant was just about to say a few words to the lady, when he suddenly saw the other person turn around sharply and look directly at the archbishop.

"Praise Mother!"

The young lady made a standard gesture of holding the baby in her arms, which made the assistant think that this was a fellow.

Emlyn had no choice but to stand up and return the salute:

"Praise Mother, thank you, kind lady, that your hair is as beautiful as the ears of wheat ripening in the fields during the harvest season."

Then, he looked at the strange lady and asked suspiciously, "Excuse me, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Such a compliment really pleased the young lady who looked very much in line with the aesthetics of the Fenerport, and she straightened her hair again: "It is an honor to meet you, Archbishop Emlyn White, I have just moved here from Fenerport, and I beg your pardon, because of the prejudice of the elders in the family, I have to hide my face from the Mother Goddess and you. ”

"Long story short, I'm here for one thing I want to tell you......"

Saying this, the young lady looked left and right with a wary gaze, and said to Emlyn in a low voice:

"Archbishop, I've heard, I've heard that there seem to be a lot of big people who want to find fault with you, just like my elders, who don't want to see the Mother God Church, who want to catch you on your faults, or deliberately provoke trouble and do things that are not good for you."

It turned out to be this - Emlyn was not surprised, and even wanted to thank the other party for his concern.

It wasn't a matter of a day or two that he felt struggling in Becklandry, and the Bloods thought that he was favored by the other gods, and kept a polite distance from him, and his parents didn't know if they should continue to contact him. The Rune thought of him as a Fenerporter, and the Fenerporters wanted him to be completely their own, one or two chattering in his ear every day.

But everyone seems to have forgotten that Emlyn White was not really a native of any country, he was just a passing Bloodline who was lucky—or unlucky—to be favored by a god he didn't believe in.

It was already difficult to maintain the status quo of peace in this church, and there were more and more complicated struggles that he did not understand and did not want to understand.

In the same way, Emlyn didn't want to listen to people on both sides arguing with each other, and if it weren't for the believers, he wouldn't even want to care.

Today, someone suddenly came to comfort him, realizing his situation and dilemma, although it was just a word of comfort and reminder, Emlyn's mood suddenly improved. Looking at this young lady's face and delicate dress, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't been home for a long, long time, and hadn't looked at the dolls he once liked so much.

"Thank you." He said from the bottom of his heart.

The young lady didn't seem to finish speaking: "There are still ......"

The maid, who always kept her head down, also walked up to her at this time, and did not speak, but pursed her lips and gently tugged at her sleeve.

Her words got stuck in her throat, showing bewilderment and confusion.

She seemed to swallow some words back into her stomach, but then, on that delicate face, it was difficult to hide her anxiety and worry:

“…… As far as I know, there seem to be a number of people lurking in Bakeland who are hostile to you and Fenerport, and I'm sorry I can't know their identities, but if you need any help, please feel free to contact me. ”

As she spoke, she seemed to be about to take out the bill from the handbag she was carrying.

Emlyn hurriedly stopped the other party's behavior, a newcomer, no matter how devout he was, couldn't let the other party spend money so often!

"We have received your heart, but donate modestly, and the Mother Goddess will also want to see you continue to be as beautiful as a blooming flower."

After speaking, seeing that the other party seemed to be going to continue to say something, Emlin simply said neatly:

"If you're interested, you can always come to church and listen to the sermon."

"By the way, haven't asked for your name yet?"

She opened her mouth, and finally she gave up the struggle, slowly put the purse back, and then gave a skirt salute.

"Susie, my name is Susie Conrad."

……

"Audrey, why did you suddenly come to visit this archbishop today?"

Half an hour later, on the return carriage, Susie asked the other party in a whisper.

"He's a friend I met at the gathering of the extraordinary." Audrey replied, "I don't want to use him, either in love or in my own minds. ”

"But you look distressed, Audrey." Susie observed the other party's expression and said tentatively, "This choice makes it difficult for you. ”

Audrey sighed and admitted her embarrassment.

How can it not be difficult? Tarot will have a high status in her heart, and everyone she knows above is a little higher in Audrey's heart than her friends in reality. Even if Emlyn White was a stranger, Audrey would think twice about whether to use the kindness and kindness of the other person to achieve her own goals, unless the other person was a sanctimonious hypocrite, Audrey would never do this.

What's more, Emlyn is still a member of the Tarot Society, and it is reasonable that Audrey does not want the other party to fall into danger.

After all, demigods can also be vulnerable......

Audrey slowly removed Emlyn White and the Harvest Church from her plans en masse, and then began to think about how she could move on to change in society. She looked out the window and saw a succession of people dressed as peasants appearing in the streets, either fresh from their morning's work, with mud on their shoes and fingers, or having just sold some of their own food crops, and with a few coins in their hands to buy bread from the street, but soon they would be heading in the same direction.

All of them had only one destination, and that was the Harvest Church, with its "best" archbishops.

It was a beautiful scene, but Audrey saw so much more.

When she saw the peasant with a lot of dirt on his body walking into the street, there was always a clear avoidance movement from the people around her, and several of them covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs, as if the place had a very bad smell; On the other hand, the bread seller in the shop did not show any dissatisfaction, but after getting the other party's coin, he threw it directly into the sink and scrubbed it vigorously.

For the audience, the temptation of this scene is too great.

No, it's just horrible.

Such an obvious estrangement, such a balance that is about to collapse at the touch of a button, every detail is tempting the "audience" to gently reach out and push, tearing apart this social order that still maintains a superficial peace on the spot, making everyone pour out their desires, attack each other, and abuse each other.

- But why is it so obvious?

- Everyone knows that it will take at least a few years of contradictions to get to this point, but in fact it was done in a few months.

- "Because there's more than one person behind the scenes," everyone thought.

- Obviously like a trap, tempting everyone to step in, lower their own boundaries, and get satisfaction from destroying others.

No way...... I really can't, I can't do it...... I can't take advantage of his kindness, just as I can't let these ordinary people die because of my thoughts. Audrey watched in silence.

Susie also looked at them, but Susie didn't feel anything, the joys and sorrows of human beings were too far away from her. She read the struggle and embarrassment in Audrey's expression, and she knew that Audrey had an extraordinarily sympathetic compassion for civilians, so she took the initiative to say:

"Audrey, tomorrow I'm going to a ball, let's start with the nobles and start upsetting the balance between them."

Audrey is neither for nor against:

"I've considered this idea, but it's impossible to expect the nobles to invade each other and cause the collapse of social order, if so, I have to try to borrow the power of the 'Emperor' to contact MI9, but that's too dangerous, you and I are in danger of life."

"What about the church? The church has a very large membership. ”

"It is useless to imply that the low-order extraordinary, and that the high-order extraordinaries of the church can detect that they are wrong through prayer and confession, and to remove psychological suggestion in the church is too risky and has little benefit." Audrey sighed, looking distressed, wondering what it would take to get started, "No wonder so many eyes are on Mr. Emlyn White, he has no subordinates, he is not a demigod, and he manages an area that has become a powder keg, so he is too suitable to be the lead to detonate the order." ”

"But you're not going to take advantage of him."

"Hmm." Audrey was about to speak, but she caught a glimpse of a family of three passing by on the side of the street, the mother pushing the stroller, and she impartially made eye contact with the baby holding a small toy in the stroller.

Audrey was stunned and smiled at him, but the baby turned her head in shame and pretended to sleep.

What a funny kid...... Audrey didn't think much of it.

TBC

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"Let's find another way." She told Susie, "My mission is to disrupt the social order, but in this context, I feel that my new boss wants to see if I can always stand firm in my ideas." ”

"It's really stupid to think that you don't hurt the innocent at all, I won't deny the casualties, I won't ignore my responsibility, and I'll try my best to suppress the intensity and try my best to save." Audrey thought for a moment and made a proposal, "As you say, we will attack the nobles." ”

"It's easy to get the nobility to contradict each other, but it's hard to break up."

"I may have to try to reach out to MI9 people, to reach out to the extraordinary people who are said to have been brainwashed by the 'Emperor'......"

"Of course, it won't be me, didn't Herwin Lambis say that he had taken refuge in the other party?"

"I have to keep an eye on what he does, I don't do it, but others don't necessarily don't do it."

"Although they are no longer able to influence politics, there is a god behind them...... At the same time, the current Thunder Church still has a large number of extraordinary people who are good at divination, and if I want to do something to the nobles, I will definitely not be able to escape the perception of those people, so I must also be satisfied with the church and turn a blind eye...... Phew, I'm more than willing to take on this challenge than to do it to civilians. ”

"Susie, you're going to think I'm crazy."

Susie nodded: "I believe you, so where do you want to start?" ”

"I'm going to think about that again." Audrey smiled, "It's not so simple to make the aristocratic class fight. (End of chapter)