Postscript: All the people loved by God
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"What do you mean by that?!"
The man standing in the center was wielding the sharp knife in his hand, he was sweating, his pupils were dilated, and his face was full of anger and surprise: "You knew from the beginning that I was a traverser, and all of you until now are acting, and you are all making fun of me, right!" β
"Calm down, we don't think so."
Beneath the dome, which seems to be made of gold, a middle-aged man with gray sideburns and a white and gold priest's robe spreads his arms. He used his eyes to stop the people around him from approaching, and a golden light appeared on his body, trying to calm the emotions of the people in front of him: "We do know about the existence of 'traversers', and we also have a complete set of countermeasures for 'traversers' like you, please forgive us for concealing it before, but this is by no means out of malice." β
"Fart!!"
The man pointed his knife at the bishop who had spoken, his eyes bloodshot, and he shouted uncontrollably:
"If you told me from the beginning that you were so strong, how could I have thought of attacking you!"
Did he really need to be baptized right away?
"It's nothing, I'm just going to change the topic of my paper." Garcia did want to talk to his friends about it, but for now he felt a little depressed and hungry, "Let's go out and eat something first, and talk as we eat." β
"Baptize yourselves, cleanse your soul of impurity, cleanse your soul of malice and imperfections, and the merciful Lord will forgive you."
He shook his head, silently dispelled the idea of applying for a baptism for himself, sighed, and moved on.
"Garcia, dear child, the knowledge that mankind is allowed to receive, the Lord has given us all of it, how can you go and explore the unknowns that the Lord does not allow?"
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I knew it, I knew it.
But after two hours, these things are already waste paper, about to become ashes that have never existed in the world.
Mankind is the most favored family of the All-Knowing and Almighty. Hundreds of years ago, before humanity was saved by the Great Lord, the humans on this planet divided into separate camps and plundered each other with wars and killings, and there were almost no people who had never seen war in their lives. And now, delicious food will automatically grow from the ground, and currency will have long since become obsolete. The average lifespan of human beings has been extended to one hundred and fifty years by the power of the gods, and even if they do not acquire divinity, they can live a long time of happiness. People grow up listening to the story of the Lord from an early age, and the world of spiritual and moral purity and moral purity does not give birth to a malicious humanity.
He looked back at the Cathedral of Benevolence behind himβthe roof of which had a statue of a dragon hovering over the roof, a claw grasping the tallest minaret, white and gold scales glistening in the sun.
"Okay, okay, you can go quickly."
Then he came to his senses: "Wait, who are you?" Why did it suddenly appear at my house? β
He scratched at his hair in frustration, then sighed and prepared to relight a match and burn all the results.
Garcia stretched out his hand to snatch his paper and personal privacy back in the air, he rarely heard such comments in life, and even if he did, there were some additional sentences "very creative, but ......", "Your idea is good, but not suitable......" He was stunned for a moment, a little cramped for a while, and said in disbelief: "Thank you, do you really think so?" β
The companion he met on the road today, he knew it was his classmate, but he didn't remember the other party's name until he said goodbye and left.
"Yes."
Lord, Garcia clutched the waste paper that had taken him months to sum up, and he felt so guilty that he almost wanted to kneel, how disrespectful!
He should throw these things away!
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but no one has ever mentioned this to me."
He was speechless for a moment, caught up in his own thoughts.
"Garcia, you have had a conflict with him, and I will choose someone else for his monk, but you need a dialogue between you to resolve each other's malice."
"The traversers are only souls toyed with by the gods who are hostile to the Lord, and only the light of the Lord can completely save them." "I can only provide him with an identity, hoping that he will be able to adapt to his current life and not do anything that hurts others." β
The bishop sighed again: "But such a time-traveler is indeed rare, you don't have to worry, in the future, he will continue to use the identity we prepared and live as 'York Arndt'." No one will have any prejudice against him, and after the baptism, he is our brother and sister. β
It was in his words that Garcia gradually understood what was happening.
The young man was annoyed, and he irritably grabbed a handful of slightly curly black hair, and his light brown eyes were full of impatience:
"All we need to do is live happily under God's protection."
"You want to get out of here, you don't want to chant, you don't want to be baptized in the heart, you can't stand the life of a monk, if that's all you want, we'll send you to the citizens - I make a proposal to the Bishop, but you want to escape, and you want to kill me to cover your whereabouts!"
"And where did you see that?" He still didn't give up, "Just satisfy my short-term curiosity, is this the record of the church?" Can I request to borrow these from you? β
Why do you always have to be so curious, always want to ask for things that shouldn't belong to you?
Garcia's fists clenched, he didn't feel angry, or sad, or anything else, he pinched himself with his fingernails, feeling the slight pain, remembering something.
Got a recommendation, but what about after that?
He hasn't changed, if he is allowed to enter the Holy See, he will still not be able to integrate with his classmates and professors, and he will still be exposed to dangerous knowledge!
"Because we don't need to know that." Norbert blinked, "Even if I know the name of the pagan angel, what is the use, can I defeat him?" Can I find Him? If not, then I know what this is for? Even if we become angels, we don't need to know this, because the Lord will protect us. β
The traverser's face changed abruptly.
"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind him, and then a young man with blond brown hair poked his head out, looked at Garcia, and looked at the iron basin in front of him, and then his face changed suddenly:
"It's the first time I've seen such an evil person, he doesn't feel guilty at all for deceiving others, lies come casually, and he doesn't feel any guilt when he hurts me, but thinks it's wrong for me to expose him." Garcia still had lingering palpitations as he recalled the other party's performance, "Praise the merciful Lord for giving us the beautiful and peaceful world we have now." It is said that in the old world, such people were very common, and even everyone was like him, how terrible. β
He lit a match, and the light of the fire lit up his light brown eyes.
Again.
Large drops of sweat slipped from the corners of his forehead, his chest rose and fell violently, and he did not dare to look the other person in the eyes, as if the bishop in front of him, who had always been kind and seemed to have no temper, had suddenly turned into something extremely terrifying.
Garcia let out a long sigh as he watched his colleague board the roadside tram and go away, looking down on the documents in his hand that had been reduced to waste paper because he was forced to re-select the topic. He looked up and looked around: the wide road was bustling with people talking about art, poetry, and cooking, everyone with happy smiles on their faces, people dressed in their favorite clothes, wearing cross-decorated ornaments, some fresh out of the church, some about to enter the church. Everyone is very satisfied with their current life, only he himself has just been denied the thesis topic, which is very bleak.
Garcia lowered his arms in despair, and he stood still, staring at everything in front of him without saying a word: the iron basin, the research results, and the matches. He knew what he was supposed to do, he knew there were things he had to do, but he couldn't do it anyway.
"ThisβI know, Your Lord, is all-knowing and all-powerful, but we are not." Garcia was also confused, "Did I make any mistakes?" β
Just as when he first entered the church school, he confidently prepared for the lessons of the coming week, but the friars who were in charge of educating them always put their grades in third place, the first being to encourage the creation of poems and articles dedicated to the Lord, and the second being to memorize and dictate every chapter of the Holy Scriptures;
It was as if he had finally achieved something academically, and even though the monk teacher always graded him first, he still got a high grade and was recommended for admission to the cathedral's affiliated school. It was indeed a paradise of knowledge, except that the debates and teachings of the professor and his students always revolved around the "Lord" and "the greatness of the Lord with all known knowledge", and he could not find even a purely academic treatise that did not deal with the Lord and the holy scriptures;
The list goes on and on.
"Let me go back! I'm going back! What are you going to do! β
Garcia stood stunned, and he suddenly felt a strange sense of happiness.
"Oh my God, Garcia, are you going to burn your research materials to keep warm?"
Very small things.
Suddenly seeing the previous traverser, Garcia subconsciously raised the plate in his hand, but the other party was so frightened that he retreated again and again, constantly apologizing to himself.
Even though the world is no longer poor, hungry, and sick, He does not dwell in the astral planes high in the heavens, but still walks on the earth. There are stories everywhere of rubbing shoulders with this kind and gentle goddess and getting help.
Two hours earlier, he had been overjoyed that his research had finally yielded some results, and he was eager to share them with the bishop.
"Oh, by the way, I just saw that there was actually a mistake in your paper."
The other monks set up the traverser who had fallen to the ground and could not get up for a while, wiped the blood from the ground, and led him directly to the altar in the square behind the church.
"Wait a minute!" Garcia was also taken aback by him, and he realized that it was already dark, and the sunlight outside was only a little gold cast through the cracks in the house, and he quickly explained, "I didn't keep warm, I didn't perform strange rituals, I just wanted to destroy something that wasn't used." β
The young man turned on the electric light, and with a click, the warm light illuminated the house, and Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw the other party suddenly turn around him, and reached out to take out the contents of the iron basin.
His steps quickened, ready to burn them all at home.
"It's fine." Garcia was not injured, although he was a little angry, but he had already lost his anger, "By the way, since you are now our compatriot, can you tell me the story of your past world?" β
He looked at the "traverser" who had committed several crimes, his expression was still pity, but the verdict was beyond doubt:
It's the same every time, it's the same reason every time.
He eventually went out with Norbert to a nearby restaurant to pick up food, but his mind kept circling with what the other party had said earlier: "It wasn't a nebula, it was a pagan angel who came into the picture by chance." If Garcia, though rebellious before, at least believed in the world he knew, then this little story was like a blade tearing open the cognition in his mind, and it also carved a heavy longing for the unknown in his heart.
"Please! Please don't talk about those things, those horrible and sinful memories, I can't even remember those old days, which were full of deception and sin. Please forgive me for not being able to mention a word to you, because I am ashamed of my past. "From now on, please forget who I am, and please stop forcing me to tell me about the past I have left behind." In the future, I will only live as a devout monk, a believer in the Lord, as a 'Yorker', and spend my life doing good deeds to wash away my previous sins. I'm going to apologize to the others for missing me. β
"Garcia, I heard you just made a new topic?"
As believers in the All-Knowing and Almighty Lord, they are baptized and forgiven from birth, and the negative effects of loss of control and spiritual imprint on them are minimized, and the vast majority of extraordinary people will not lose control throughout their lives.
Garcia nodded, "I've heard that there have been other time-travelers in history, Lord Bishop, what happened to them in the end?" β
He had lived forty years, and even the worst conflict with someone else had never seen such a frightened look.
"No, no, you made a mistake, there is no such thing as an 'unknown' in this world."
Garcia, who was about to expand his research direction, saw the change in the bishop's expression, and couldn't help but be stunned, and after a while, he asked cautiously, "...... Do you think there's anything wrong with my research direction? β
Norbert pointed to one of the pictures and said, "This nebula is not a real nebula, this is a pagan angel from the 'apprentice' path. It is believed that He was included in this image by chance, and the person exceeded the observation limit of the telescope. β
Garcia looked at the results he had made little by little, looked at the handwriting and drawings on it, and the back of his hand that pinched the match burst out of the green tendons, his chest rose and fell violently, and he tried to throw the match into it several times, but to no avail.
Garcia didn't say anything, put down the chair in his hand, and nodded.
"Yes!"
"Yes, but it's a story about the last Second Age of civilization, and I have to spend five hours in the theater, and I don't want to sit for that long and I don't dare to doze off, so I listened to one section and left. Miracles in history are always desirable, but I like the new dramas that have been orchestrated in recent years, about the Lord taking us away from the rule of the old gods and establishing a new kingdom of heaven. The colleague said, glancing at his watch, "Hey, I should go, I'm going to start in ten minutes." β
"Goodbye, I wish you all the best in your dissertation, future university scholar!"
"Be wary of leaflets that pop up during this time, and the advertisements on them."
"What are you talking about?"
"The 'apprentice' path seems to be rare, what are their other sequences called? I know the 'soothsayer' by the adjacent route, is there anything else? And who was that pagan angel passing by? Why did He take on the form of a nebula, is this a mythical creature? To which unknown deity does He belong? β
"Needless to say, the thoughts of your heart cannot deceive the eyes of the audience, nor the will of the Lord and the Goddess." The young man turned his head to look at the bishop, his eyes firm and serious, "Your Excellency, his heart is full of malice and sin, he needs to come to the Lord and pray day and night to atone for his sins, and he needs baptism to purify his heart. β
"There have been several travelers in each parish, some of whom are content with the status quo, some who have been inspired to become believers in the goodness that the Lord has bestowed, and only a handful of whom will constantly try to do what the Lord forbids, such as inciting the people, deceiving and plundering others. But they hurt others because they didn't grow up in a rich and safe world like ours, they didn't have a full soul. They will eventually be washed away from the filth and sins of their hearts in baptism and become our brothers and sisters. β
He said that it was said by the elders before, and now he said that he peeked at it, but Garcia did not notice this flaw, he was eager to learn, and immediately asked:
"Why?"
"Don't you think so?"
"You look like you're in a bad mood." Norbert said, "Is there anything I can do to help?" β
"Let me say one last word."
He thought that a pen pal had made an appointment to come to him a month in advance, and he was supposed to have dinner together, but now it seemed that time was pressing.
"However, it should be a lot easier to live like this......
"Sorry, no." Norbert shrugged, "The unknown is terrifying and dangerous, and that knowledge should not be known by humans." You should have talked about all of these lessons, huh? Those who come into contact with unknown gods and knowledge are either in fear and in fear, or they are bewitched by evil gods who harm themselves and those around them, or they die uncontrollably, or they evaporate from the world, and the Lord forbids access to them. I'll tell you the truth, I know this little story from my parents when I was very young, and I don't know who they listened to. β
What did I forget? Garcia didn't react for a moment, and then he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten:
"You're Norbert!"
Garcia drew a cross on his chest, and he was silent for a moment at the cross relief on the wall, feeling a lot more peaceful inside.
"Even if the knowledge is dangerous and the real celestial bodies are full of horrors, I want to see them with my own eyes...... Even if it costs me my life. β
"Think about it, Garcia, we weren't supposed to touch those things in the first place. I heard that in another two hundred years, the literature of the old era will be sifted through again to remove those dangerous contents. β
When Garcia returned to his lodgings, he immediately brought an iron basin and matches. He didn't have the ability to "fire", and he was worried that a match wouldn't be able to ignite such a thick stack of paper, so he brought a lighter. He threw all his research results into the iron basin, and couldn't help but smooth out the folds that had been stacked.
"May he have peace of mind and a new life in the light of the Lord."
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There was a look of surprise on the bishop's expression.
Garcia suddenly felt speechless.
The bishop's brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes were still compassionate. The young man closest to him could no longer listen to his arguments, and he held up the golden cross hanging from his chest, and said angrily: "O all-knowing and all-powerful Lord, the merciful goddess of the heart is above! I swear by my soul that everything you say is simply black and white! In the week you have been with us, we have never tempted or guided you maliciously, nor have we left you without food and clothing, and you are equal to every friar in this church! I don't know where you say 'deliberate playing' comes from, but it's you-"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Garcia, I think I probably didn't understand your thesis." The bishop was a little confused, "You want to study something beyond the astral plane?" β
This is no ordinary "wicked man" and must be baptized immediately!
Everyone left, and the side hall of the church was silent for a while, and the bishop looked at Garcia with a serious gaze: "Although it is legitimate defense. But you are also a little too emotional, and you don't have to go to class in the afternoon, go to the confessional room to chant and pray until dinner, and reflect on the anger and irrationality of the day. β
He suddenly roared, shook off the restraints of the other person, and lunged towards Garcia, who was standing on the outskirts of the crowd. This traverser has a vicious mind and a fierce personality, which is extremely rare, once he pounces and injures his colleagues, is this okay? But Garcia is already in sequence 5, and he is not afraid at all, he coldly watched the other party's frantic actions in his dying struggle, the brass-colored light in his eyes flashed, and after judging the weakness of the action, he directly picked up the chair at hand and knocked him out.
"He and his attendants are liars full of lies, more hateful than this time-traveler today, and they must not be allowed to do anything wrong in the kingdom of heaven."
Things got to this point, and he wasn't in the mood to continue doing it. It just so happened that another of my classmates still had a place in his research group, and as long as he could get a letter of recommendation to go to the Holy See, he could do anything.
Garcia fully agreed with the bishop's words.
"The Lord is all-knowing, all-powerful, and invincible, and any evil gods and angels will be destroyed in His light, so why should we know what those beings are? What's the use of knowing? It's just satisfying a moment's curiosity. β
The Goddess's seat is not surrounded by angels, but there are dragons entrenched around her.
The dragon's eyes were two large, clear gems, and no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be looking at the majestic dragon.
"You have deceived me and said that I have no malice! You're just playing with me like a clown, watching my jokes in the dark, watching me get burned out for fear of being discovered, you just want to wait for me to make a mistake and get rid of me!! β
Garcia nodded, "Yes, but after becoming a Sequence 8 'Mind Reader', I realized that this was not the path I wanted to take, so I chose to become a scholar." Now that I am a 'mystical teacher', I would like to seek the opportunity to study in the archdiocesan temple in the future. β
ββ¦β¦ You're right, and the bishop is right, the Lord wants us to be happy, and we just need to be happy. He didn't say the rest, "I'm just a human being, and I don't have the devotion to be an angel, or rather, an arrogant person like me may not even be able to pass the demigod test." β
I see. Garcia had another glimmer of hope in his heart, and asked expectantly, "Can the demigod know this information?" β
"The horrors of the starry sky, aren't the books and records of the old times enough for you to study?"
"I didn't want to kill you!" The accused man's eyes widened, "I just want to scare you and shut you up!" β
Garcia carefully pondered the wording: "...... Yes, I want to study the stars of outer space, distant nebulae and celestial phases, and I want to pursue the unknown. And I heard that there are other gods roaming the universe, and although they are ignorant and cruel compared to the Lord, I am still curious about their existence. β
I can only stop here, and I can't go on.
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Garcia left the Cathedral of Benevolence with the research results and application that he had kindly returned, and he bowed his head to ponder whether his thoughts were really wrong, and to reflect on whether he had also acted disrespectfully to the Lord, when his colleagues greeted him in a friendly manner.
Looking at the bishop's serious expression, Garcia was even more confused.
"You're not kind to other people, you think they're stupid and can be bullied, and it's not just out of self-preservation."
Extraordinary power is used by man, fruits and vegetables and food grow from the earth with blessed power, ocean currents send fat fish and shells to the beach, the Lord loves man, so the world revolves around man, he grew up here, he eats food, wears clothes, learns knowledge, receives education and enjoys all things that God has given. The Lord is so tolerant and loving, so what's wrong with just wanting to keep yourself from knowing what He doesn't allow mankind to know?
It's that he's too greedy β and he's even angry about it! How could he!
The dragon is the symbol of the goddess. At the beginning of the New Age, Angleweed, the "Dragon King", bowed his head to the Lord and offered the Holy City, and under the Lord's light, the Mind Dragons also began to regain their former glory, and now he and the Goddess share this identity.
"Oh, I remember yesterday it was 'Old Sun', and today is the end of the show?"
The bishop's expression suddenly became serious: "Garcia, you'd better change the topic." β
"Go to the theater, I'm going to play my favorite scene in the Holy Scriptures today."
"The Lord has blessed us with knowledge, food, strength, and all happiness."
β¦β¦ What's that? What is the fulfillment of wishes, but also door-to-door service...... What an ugly color, what a weird propaganda word...... Garcia complained in his heart, blinked his eyes, and found that the card had disappeared strangely.
Until an abrupt voice suddenly broke the silence in the room.
"It's all because of you!!"
"I would like to correct part of your words: for the traverser, only the bishops and the high clergy are qualified to know. When the time-traveler arrives, we will prepare a container in advance to prevent your souls from invading the bodies of other citizens, give you an identity so that you can receive the perks and benefits of the monks of the Church normally, and we will also observe you to determine if you pose a threat to other citizens...... It is a pity that in the eight days that we have observed you, you have repeatedly made excuses not to attend church prayers, you have taken other people's belongings without permission, you have treated your vows with great contempt, you have treated the gods frivolously and irreverently, and you have deceived other monks with lies to convince them to lie to you. You also try to obtain potions and seals through informal means, and then escape the Cathedral of Benevolence. β
"Yes, praise the Lord."
ββ¦β¦ I have completed my baptism and gained peace of mind, and I am deeply sorry for the rude behavior I have done before. The traverser said sincerely, his eyes clear and gentle, like everyone Garcia saw, "I have done too many offensive things to ask for your forgiveness." β
"Maybe I need a baptism." Garcia muttered to himself.
After saying this large number of questions, Garcia suddenly realized that he was a little too rude and rude to treat the guests, and he suddenly felt the familiar helplessness again, and quickly let go of the other party's shoulder, scratched his head, and whispered:
"Yes." He forced a smile, "But the Bishop says I need more thought. β
"That's ...... so"
"I can't."
"Whenever a time-traveler appears, so do these people," said the bishop. If you encounter someone sneaking around, preaching to you something like 'Another Heaven,' 'Unfettered Freedom,' or 'Helping the Traveler Go Home,' report it to the church immediately! It was the most abominable of evil gods, who lured mankind into a wasteland of thorns and sharp stones with sweet words, and rejoiced in watching people scream and weep and bleed! β
"Of course, it doesn't mean that without the traverser, these weird pieces of paper won't appear, you have to be vigilant at all times."
The bishop's gaze was majestic, and his words were loud.
"May the Lord's blessing be with you, and you will surely become a great scholar." The bishop smiled and encouraged him, "However, if you want to go to the temple to study, you have to come up with quite good results, I heard that you have a new research direction recently?" β
Suddenly, he felt as if he had stepped on something under his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a card with a strange color appearing at his feet, with the outline of a bird that he couldn't tell it was, and a line of large letters was written next to it:
"Professional services to fulfill wishes free door-to-door"
Norbert was also a little surprised, but quickly adjusted his expression, smiled and waved his hand to show that it didn't matter: "I also heard from other elders, our current sequence is so low, we don't have the authority to know these things." β
"You forgot?"
Garcia looked at the picture pointing to by his finger in disbelief, and suddenly became agitated and grabbed Norbert's shoulder.
During the conversation, they entered the main hall of the church, where several female priests were busy praying for the blessings and confessions of the devotees. The church is well soundproofed, and what happens in the side nave does not interfere with the daily prayers of the devout people.
"By the way, the bishop of the Cathedral of Benevolence asked me to bring you a message: go to the church early tomorrow morning to reflect, don't forget it."
Garcia scratched his hair: "Thank you, Bishop." β
He picked up the plate, and just then, a man hurried up to him.
Noble nodded.
He froze for a moment, then suddenly realized something, and he immediately looked in the direction of the church, trying to pass on a message to the bishop - but after staring at the Cathedral of Benevolence for half a minute, he didn't do anything, but slowly lowered his head, pretended that nothing had happened, and left there.
The golden-brown haired young man covered his chest suddenly, and then his expression became resolute, and he pressed Garcia's shoulder hard: "You wait, I will immediately go to the church and change you to a heated house!" β¦β¦ No, this is standard? β
It was as if when he was still in the nursery, he drew a picture of wild flowers and apples that he liked, but the other children chose the sun, the cross, and the picture in the holy scriptures, and there was a moment of astonishment and helplessness;
As Garcia walked down the road, he clutched the document in his arms, which had been euphemistically rejected by the bishop and had been reduced to a stack of scrap paper, reflecting once again on his own greed.
The bishop's answer reassured Garcia a little, but he still felt a little guilty when he recalled the malice in the guy's heart just now.
He walked back slowly, he had already become a scholar, and he didn't have to spend all day praying in church like other monks, and had more time to devote himself to what interested himβGarcia was familiar with the world, and the Lord did not limit them to reading the literature of the "previous era," and the gruesome accounts in it were more indicative of the Lord's brilliance. What they have now is like a dream: a society, a beautiful weather, a happy world, and the freedom and tolerance to do whatever they want to do in their long lives. The average life expectancy of ordinary people has been extended to two hundred years, and people can pursue the truth, they can pursue art as they please, they can play the lyre in the square, and of course they can be appropriately lazy, but they must not forget to be grateful for all that the Lord has bestowed.
"You've spoken out about your mistakes, but you haven't realized it yet?"
ββ¦β¦ It's quite normal that these are not mentioned. β
The invisible deterrence suddenly spread, everyone fell silent, and the man still wanted to say something, but the sharp knife in his hand had already fallen to the ground with a clatter, colliding twice on the marble floor with delicate patterns, making a sharp sound. The silence turned into a substantial burden on his shoulders, and he almost didn't stand still, only to feel the surrounding sculptures, even the frescoes at the zenith, roll their eyes to him.
"Praise the Lord, and praise the Goddess who protects our hearts."
The colleague nodded in friendliness: "I believe that you must be able to, when you were still in the church school, you were the first, and one day you will become a university scholar who has received the grace of the Lord." Someone like me who just wants to eat, drink and be merry can't compare to you. β
"Yes, I want stargazing."
"Is it some previous news reports and your own papers?" The other party simply flipped over, "On the trajectory of the unknown star and the gravitational influence on the surrounding planets...... Pretty creative! I remember, you mentioned this to me, why burn it, isn't it perfectly written? β
"I'm sorry, kid."
The golden-brown haired youth looked at him with a very mysterious look.
"You can't be doing some strange ritual, are you?!"
"Pretty much." Norbert was vague, and then smiled, "Actually, no one wants to know about these materials at all, they are all pressed at the bottom of the box, and I peeked at them." β
"It's clear that you think I'm going to be bad for you, and then secretly follow me to my residence with a murder weapon!"
Why?
He asked himself in his mind.
β¦β¦ Yes, probably. Only in this way can he be freed from this never-ending internal friction, and maybe he will become more talkative and have more friends. Every time his friends invited him, he always wanted toys because he was going to the library, and his friends had to tease him for being too fond of learning, and then went to the theater and the art academy together. Over time, no one invited him anymore, only to greet him when they met.
"I'll take you to the confessional."
"Destroy?"
He was suddenly stunned.
The bishop smiled and said in a soft tone, "Be forgiving, they will be uneasy when they first arrive. But our world is superior to any other civilization, and the merciful Lord has blessed us with peace and all that is good, and may He be with them in the glory of the Lord. β
"No, Lord Bishop, what I want to study is the starry sky beyond the astral plane, I heard that there are many astral bodies there, and there are other civilizations."
Garcia knew that he might be "rebellious" and that he should not be disrespectful to the Lord. In these things, everyone also praised and understood him, and he did not receive any criticismβbut he always felt very frustrated, because he could not stop the disrespectful thoughts in his heart, and he could not become gregarious.
"We are the benevolent goddesses, travelers of dreams and hearts...... Garcia prayed in a low voice, "I hope the bishop will not be troubled by me." β
"Praise the Lord, in fact, this is the first time I have seen the 'Travelers' with my own eyes, and maybe they will give me a bad impression in the future."
The "Goddess of the Heart" is the subordinate deity of the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord, and she is also a young goddess who is widely loved by the people. Many dioceses have His churches, and the Holy Texts also have chapters of this goddess. Legend has it that she came from a wealthy and privileged background but had compassion for the weak and poor, running to help others in the midst of illness and poverty. He once believed in other gods in order to fulfill his wishes, but after witnessing the majesty of the Lord, he followed in the footsteps of the Lord without hesitation for the happiness of the weak, ascended to angelism, and later became a slave god.
"But I just want to take a look, can't I?"
Before Garcia could say goodbye or say goodbye, the traverser, no, York had already quickly turned and ran away, completely disappearing into the crowd.
"Oh, are you going to study the astral plane? This is a popular thesis, the sun is the center of the universe, and many scholars have used it to argue for the supremacy of the Lord. β
"Eventually, when Garcia exposed your lies and tricks, you became angry, you threatened him, and tried to hurt him in the name of protecting yourself."
A golden glint flashed in the bishop's eyes, and his gaze swept calmly between the "traverser" still holding the knife and the young man whose eyes were almost spewing fire, and finally sighed.
The "traverser's" eyes widened suddenly, and just as he was about to bend down to pick up the knife, a golden halo appeared on the bishop's body, and his movements subconsciously became slow, and many extreme emotions were dispelled by the reassuring light. Immediately after that, the surrounding monks and priests stepped forward to control him, and he panicked and shouted, "I didn't want to hurt him!" I just want to scare him! While punching and kicking the people around him, he tried his best to resist. Although the others were all extraordinary, they were not willing to use extraordinary abilities on ordinary people, and he really broke free of an arm.
"Then, do you have to be an angel?"
Seeing that he really did not understand, the bishop sighed, pulled him into the confessional room, and whispered:
"I never knew these things when I looked them up!" He rejoiced, "How do you know?" Where can these records be seen? The Lord has always said that there are many evil gods and their followers in the world, but I have never seen a detailed record of them! β
The bishop also paid homage to the goddess and asked, "Garcia, you chose the 'audience' in the first place, right?" β
"It's you!"
Eventually, the flames were extinguished in his hands.
"So your data here needs to be reworked!"
"We must be thankful that the Lord has given us food, faith, and life."
"Shut up!!"
His pen pal he's known for five years!
He had made an appointment to have dinner today, but he completely forgot about the thesis - no, he even forgot all about the bishop's introspection!
"Scared me, I'm going to think I'm looking for the wrong person." Norbert breathed a sigh of relief, "We said we would eat together, but I waited for a long time after I came to your district and didn't wait for you to contact me. You often write about the Cathedral of Benevolence in your letters, so I went to the cathedral to ask where you were, and I came to your house to look for you when you were not in the church. β
"Thank you." Thinking of his goal, Garcia's heart felt a little better, "Where are you going?" β
"If you had told me you knew I wasn't me, I wouldn't have to worry about my identity being exposed!!"
"This is baptism?"
"Thank you."
"To the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."
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Finally brought the postscript up.,I wrote it once in March but I didn't feel satisfied.,So recently I found a time to delete and rewrite it.γ
I was going to write one chapter, but now it looks like I'm going to write four or five chapters?
Once you've finished writing, you're ready to enter the BE volume! (End of chapter)