"May Mother God bless you, sir."

When Fisher stepped off the tram and walked outside the renovated St. Nari Cathedral, both he and Emhardt were surprised, apparently seeing something very different from what they had been in the past.

Because at this moment, there are so many believers gathered here.

There were dense crowds everywhere, even if the church in front of him implemented a flow restriction, it still blocked the entrance of the cathedral with water, and all that lingered in his ears was the prayers of the devout believers, compared to the time when he left, the believers here simply increased exponentially, even Emhardt was surprised,

"Were there so many followers of the Mother Goddess here before? I thought this was the Cathedral of the Virgin Mary in Kado, but why has the Mother Religion of Nari become so hot over the years. ”

"Who knows"

Fisher thought for a moment, then gently squeezed through the crowd next to him, and found the corner of a building, where he rested for a while, mainly to study the exact location of the map left for him by the Asian mother.

But as soon as he spread out the map and saw the markings, Fisher was in trouble, after he left Saint-Nari, under the leadership of Elizabeth, the town planning of Saint-Nari had changed greatly, and when he was riding the tram, he realized that the church district had undergone extensive renovation both inside and out, and that with the help of the cardinals, their work was not progressing very quickly.

And when did the sub-human Niangkong leave this map?

It is likely that it was before he was born, which also leads to the fact that all the marks on this map are the location of St. Nari thirty years ago, and it is in a place like the church district where the architectural changes are complicated, and it is really difficult for Fisher to recognize it for a while.

"Buzz!"

In the sky, the cardinal who maintained order flew quickly, and from it came the voice of the Nari policeman,

"Everyone, please maintain order, please get out of the central road, the choral team of the church needs to enter the church through the main entrance!"

"Ah, it's the Holy Maidens of the Song Band, have they come back from talking to Kado?"

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

The Chorus?

Just as Fisher was at a loss as he looked at the map in his hand, on the street in front of him, a carriage dragged by a cardinal was full of steam, and under the faint steam, the door of the cabin slowly opened, and out of it came a young woman dressed in an elegant black gauze robe.

Each of them had a holy and harmonious smile on their faces, holding a copy of the Creation Sutra in their hands, and under the protection of several ecclesiastical knights who looked like iron buckets beside them, they smiled and waved to the believers who were slowly retreating outside the vehicle, like glittering black pearls.

At the end of the successive saints was a young girl with black hair wrapped in a golden veil on the top of her head, and it was obvious that this saint had a much higher status than the other saints.

"Milica Holy Maiden!"

"Oh my God, it's Milica Virgin!"

"Hello everyone, may the Mother God bless you!"

The black-haired girl standing in the center of the saint looked very calm in the face of the enthusiasm of the believers around her, obviously used to this, and it was no wonder, because of the nature of the holy choir, it required them, a group of saints who sang the praises of the mother goddess, to walk around the continent, and the scenes they had seen were not trivial, especially since they had just returned from a religious power like Kadu.

She was like a beautiful gem, and it was not only the people around her who noticed it, but also Fisher in the distance.

“.”

Noticing the change in his face, Emhart, who was in his arms, raised his eyes and asked with dead fish eyes,

"What, it's your confidante again?"

"No, it's just my former student."

"Yo yo, it's a student again, who doesn't know that Jasmine is a student, and I haven't seen you throw her out of bed."

Fisher reached out and patted him on the head, and in general, when he was too lazy to argue with Emhardt, he would use such simple and crude physical means to persuade the other party.

It's just that at this time, it's not that he can't be said to be angry, but that he really has nothing to do with Mirika.

"It would have been a little easier if Mirika had been in the choir, at least I wouldn't have to go around a map from decades ago, and I would have thought I'd go into the church and see Teresa."

Hearing the name "Teresa", Emhart, who had always loved to chat and fart, couldn't help but be silent, he just poked his eyes, and saw that Milica and the choir were about to cross the crowd into the church, so he urged,

"Then let's hurry, you should have a way to get in, right?"

"Uhhhh

The doors of the church closed slowly, shutting out all the worshippers outside the door from their prayers, and in an instant, the expressions of the saints with kind and perfect expressions instantly loosened and collapsed, and they could not even stand up straight and put their shoulders on each other's backs.

And Mirika is obviously the best among them, not only did she directly tear off the golden yarn on her head, but she couldn't help but complain on her lips,

"Why don't you just send us home, and go back to the church, do you want to stay here today? No, I'm going home for something delicious! ”

"That's it, we've been in the car all day."

It's no wonder that even if they are transported quickly by cardinals, the distance and energy issues need to be considered, not only do they need to transit through Schwali, but they also have no way to move freely along the way, and several of them are sick and sour all over the ground, which can be tormenting.

And now after returning to Nari, they have to show their faces in front of the believers, and they don't take them seriously.

"Everyone!"

But at this moment, an old and serious female voice suddenly sounded in front of the church hall, which made them stand up straight in an instant, and looked cautiously at the old nun standing in front of several knights in front of them, she was the corrective priest in charge of the discipline of the holy women's class, and in private Mirika they called her "old mother".

"Lord Coffee Rain Priest."

"It is the duty of the saints to come back to the church and be baptized, and to complain here is to take the precepts? Hurry up and change your clothes, and go to church in the evening! ”

"Yes, Priest."

The saints all nodded resignedly, only Mirika crossed her waist and didn't make any moves, although she didn't refute it.

Many of the rest of the saints were chosen from the young church schools, but Mirika's background was much more complicated, her father was the archbishop of Nari, so there was nothing she could do with her.

But this does not mean that her saints are incompetent, as she is more than enough to be the leader of saints as a magna del de la magna with a double degree in literature and classics.

Ka Yu glanced at the golden saintess who looked like a thorn in her head with displeasure, but she didn't say anything while her face was dissatisfied, she just snorted and turned her head and left with the knights.

After experiencing such a fuss from their bosses, the saints who were already sluggish were even more weak, dragging their heavy bodies to the front, while complaining,

"I thought that the old mother was going to worship the Empress today, but I didn't expect to come back now, and I was bumped into by her, so it's troublesome."

"What's the trouble, the big deal is just copying the Genesis Sutra, what can she do."

"That's right for you, Mirika, we're different. If our status as a saint is revoked, we will have to go back to our hometown church to become nuns."

The companion next to him laughed helplessly, Mirika frowned and subconsciously wanted to say, "If you are not a saint, you are not a saint", but looking at the expressions of the group of companions around her, this sentence without emotional intelligence has never been spoken.

The position of saint was extremely valuable in both Kadu and Nari's Mother Cult system, otherwise her father would not have allowed her to come here to gild. And unlike her other options, these other saints had no way out, and she was a little unkind when she said this.

But emotional intelligence is emotional intelligence, and it is still unpleasant to be unhappy. 、

"I see, go quickly, or that crazy woman will be nagging us again."

"Haha, Mirika, your name for her has changed again."

Mirika sighed, looking at the saintess companions around her who were fighting again, but the annoyance in her heart became more and more intense.

To be honest, Mirika has been getting more and more unhappy lately.

In fact, it is not only this step-by-step life of saints, what can there be to complain about, she is so, and the saints around her are the same, and they are even more of a choice than Mirika.

But what really saddened Mirika was that she and her parents didn't know when the estrangement began.

If the work of the saint is arranged for the good of Mirika, then why introduce her to a blind date and show displeasure when she feels inappropriate?

If the introduction of the blind date was for the sake of Mirika's second half of her life, then why blame her for letting Isabel go, could it be that as a priest who watched Isabel grow up, he didn't know Isabel's character, didn't know her despair when she saw Elizabeth slaughtering her blood relatives?

It was precisely because she couldn't stand that Isabel was tormented in such a golden palace that she secretly helped her escape, but when her father found out, he beat her, blamed her for being arrogant, and insulted her for having no brains.

Maybe her father was just worried that she would burn herself, she knew it, but in her heart she still felt a little bored and dissatisfied with her current life.

She had never said these words to anyone else, neither her parents nor this group of holy sisters who were with her day and night.

Because she has always understood a truth, pain cannot be compared, and many of her thoughts and thoughts are not only not empathetic, but will feel hypocritical.

Your family is so rich, and you have such a good father, if I were like this, I am afraid that I would wake up laughing from sleep, do you still have sad things?

You're still so young, and we're paving the way for you, and if you're in my place, do you still have the heart to think about these useless things? Instead of this, it's better to be motivated, don't give us a face to your boss, and get along with the opposite sex of the same age.

People always use "why not eat minced meat" to describe the absurd top-down perspective, and often use "golden hoe hoe" to describe the absurd upward perspective, in fact, in fact, in short, it is just an indictment of the extreme difficulty of "empathy".

In that case, let's get by.

That's what Mirika thought.

She pouted, and returned to the upper floors of the cathedral with the holy women, surrounded by the sound of prayers from the faithful and the tangible aroma of burning, as if they had turned into weighty chains, and the air became heavy.

Under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, it was the bored movement of Mirika stretching her waist.

Each of the saints in the class had a separate dormitory, and by the time they got to the dormitory, the luggage they had brought with them to the door of their respective rooms.

"So, Mirika, get some rest, and we'll gather for worship after dinner, shall we?"

The companion next to her seemed to see that Mirika was absent-minded, so he opened his mouth so softly to comfort her, and reawakened the scattered Mirika, she quickly smiled and said to her companion,

"Okay, you too, get some rest."

"Well, goodbye."

The saints dispersed and returned to their rooms to rest. It was just afternoon, and there were still a few hours before dinner, during which they could rest and do some bathing and tidying up.

Mirika dragged her heavy luggage back to her room, which was quite spacious, with an independent bathroom and a magic water supply system, which could be said to be quite good.

She didn't bother to pack her luggage, she didn't even bother to change her clothes, but she whispered hello to the statue of the Mother Goddess placed next to the door, and then swooped down on the soft bed, and stretched her somewhat sour and weak limbs comfortably on it, as happy and natural as swimming.

She took a deep breath, and although she still felt very heavy, she was at least better than before.

Then, she lifted her head a little and looked in the direction of the bedside table.

There, there was a pistol for self-defense, a magic dagger, and a picture frame.

In the frame are three young girls, smiling and posing for the camera.

Standing in the middle is the gentle and elegant blonde lady Isabel, to her left is Mirika who makes a big "V" gesture, and on the right is Jasmine, a large-breasted girl who is submissive and rather reserved.

This is a black and white photograph taken shortly after entering the school, and it is currently sitting in Mirika's room as a souvenir.

“.”

Mirika lay listlessly on the bed and looked at the photograph like this, until the next second she seemed to suddenly see an extremely blurry figure behind her from the reflection of sunlight seeping through the gap in the curtains.

"Who?!"

Her pupils shrank slightly, but her movements were as fast as lightning, she jerked down and grabbed the pistol on the cabinet, opened the safe, turned around and did it in one go, but the figure behind her moved faster, even beyond the limits of human beings, and in an instant, an extremely powerful palm slammed into her wrist.

The terrifying power instantly awakened Mirika's fear, causing her to press the trigger uncontrollably, but the person in front of her had already expected to put his finger against the back of the trigger, making the trigger completely immobilized.

"Whew!"

Mirika struggled for a moment, seeing that she was about to resist, but the man in front of her suddenly spoke softly,

"Mirika, it's me."

Listening to the familiar voice, Milika's body stiffened slightly, and then she looked up at the man in front of her in disbelief, only to see that the tall man in front of her was dressed in a suit, his black hair was neatly groomed, and his black eyes also looked bright.

"Mr. Fisher, Mr. Fisher?! It's you!! ”

It was Fisher Benavides, who changed his face back to his original appearance and infiltrated all the way into the church.

Seeing that she recognized herself, Fisher gently let go of her hand holding the pistol, put her finger in front of her lips by the way, and whispered,

"Shhhh

But Millica looked at the man in front of her who had been separated for a long time, but she was extremely excited, she trembled, and the next second, in Fisher's extremely shocked expression, she suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly,

"Mr. Fisher! Is it really you?! ”

“.”

At this moment, Fisher's reaction was still unknown, but Emhart in his arms felt the tangible embrace but instantly turned into a dead fish's eye, and even repeated the sentence in his heart,

"It's your student again."

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