On the way to the North End in a horse-drawn carriage, Roman didn't speak, not knowing what he was thinking.

It was all the way to the door of St. Samuel's Church.

After paying the fare, Roman walked into the church with some heaviness.

I didn't see Herbert today, maybe underground.

Roman walked through the quiet corridor to the large dimly lit prayer hall, sat in a corner, and looked around at the worshippers who were praying around him, and looked at the curtain wall dotted with ordinary stars.

Bow your head in prayer, inspiring the Night Badge in your hand.

As the familiar feeling of dreaming came, Roman opened his eyes and saw His Excellency St. Anthony, dressed in a black and red bishop's robe.

"Praise be to the Goddess."

"Praise be to the Goddess."

Roman pointed out a crimson moon on his chest.

"Your Excellency, I have something I would like to ask you for your opinion."

Roman spoke up before St. Anthony could speak.

Seeing that His Excellency St. Anthony was looking at him, Roman gathered his thoughts for a moment and began to tell the story of what happened to Crete and Zamia.

"Your Excellency St. Anthony, Zamia is a believer in the goddess, how will the church deal with this matter?"

The sage, who had no beard and a serious expression, looked at Roman and said:

"Lord Roman, there is no supernatural element in this matter, and it does not belong to the night watchman, and at the same time, the incident happened in the Eastern District, and the Beckland Bridge District, because the matter involves the believers of many gods, even if there is an extraordinary factor, according to the place of belonging, it should also be handled by the mechanical heart."

"In particular, there are no extraordinary factors involved, and the church generally has no right to interfere, which is also a tacit agreement between the three major churches and the royal family of Rune."

After a moment of silence, Roman spoke in a low voice, "I understand, Your Excellency Bishop, thank you for your information."

St. Anthony did not take this seriously, and continued, "Your Excellency Roman, the Templar has answered your request."

"I've got a weapon for you."

"A shield, to be exact."

"It's a powerful 'Tier 2' seal."

"This item is sure to please you."

Roman was a little disappointed to hear that he couldn't customize the weapon, but when he heard Lord St. Anthony say that it was an item that he must be satisfied with, Roman was still interested enough.

His Excellency St. Anthony's voice rang out like a chant, introducing the "Level 2" seal.

"Number: 166."

"Name: Shield of Guardianship."

"Hazard Level: Level 2, use with caution and moderation."

"Secrecy Level: Bishop and Career Team Leader and above."

"Description: This shield comes from a Guardian of the Church of War who was killed by the Night's Watch."

"Its appearance is a silver-white one-handed round shield carved with intricate patterns."

"This shield has a partial 'alive' nature, it likes to bask in the morning light and has not been exposed to the sun for more than three days, and it will refuse to be used."

"If it is awakened during the night, it must bask in the sun the next morning, otherwise it will drag the user into a deep sleep and never wake up again, probably from the 'night watchman'."

"With or without spiritual use, it will be in a state of 'sleep' and will only be able to exert its passive abilities."

"The wielder will gain an overall increase in strength, speed, constitution, and defense, and the defense will be increased to the level that it can withstand the close-range fire of the steam rifle, and can penetrate some illusions."

"The only problem is that if you are less than 180 centimeters tall, you will not be able to hold this shield, and you will have to be 2 meters tall to fully reap its holding effect."

"Imbued with spirituality, it can inspire the 'Dawn Light', which can deal damage to all types of enemies, especially good at dealing with spirits, evil spirits, and monsters."

"When you get down on one knee and are infused with spiritual stimulation, an impenetrable wall of morning light emerges in front of you. It's almost impossible to break defenses below the high sequence, and all types of damage are there, but the disadvantage is that you can't move."

"If the defenses are broken, it will immediately fall into a deep sleep, dragging the user with it into a deep sleep that it cannot wake up to."

"Sealing method: When not used, no special seal is required, it will be in a state of sleep by itself, and after use, it can be appeased by the "sleep" ability of the night realm for a short time, or the "fear" ability can communicate with it, but it still needs to be bathed in the morning light as soon as possible."

…… Listening to the introduction of Lord St. Anthony, Roman knew why he said that he would be satisfied.

Not to mention that this shield itself is extremely powerful, for himself, when he is promoted to Sequence 5, he can find a way to restore it to extraordinary characteristics and directly use it to concoct potions.

Fortunately, after being promoted to weapon master, his height exceeded two meters.

Roman thought with some rejoicing.

"I am satisfied, thank you, Your Excellency." Roman looked at Bishop St. Anthony.

His Excellency the Archbishop also understood what Roman meant, "I'll take it out from behind Chanis Gate later, and you go to Confessional Room 3 and wait, someone will bring it to you."

As he spoke, His Excellency St. Anthony said meaningfully, "I will not let a seal appear in the Great Prayer Hall."

After he said this, Roman suddenly woke up, and his dream was shattered.

Roman complained in his heart as he arrived at the designated confessional room No. 3.

After a while, the small door of the confessional opened, and Roman saw Herbert in a priest's robe, holding a silver-white one-handed shield in his hand.

"Roman, Your Excellency Bishop asked me to give you this shield."

"Excuse me, Herbert." Roman said, taking the shield.

As soon as he got it in his hand, Roman felt that the cards in front of him seemed to wake up in a dream, and he shook slightly, and then returned to quiet.

The corners of Roman's mouth twitched slightly, and he hung the shield with a rope behind him, and after exchanging words with Herbert for a while, he left the church of St. Samuel.

Thinking back to the communication with Herbert just now, feeling that he seemed to be a different person from before, while sincerely feeling happy for him, it also seemed to strengthen a certain idea in Roman's heart.

After coming out of St. Samuel's Church, Roman called a horse-drawn carriage and headed for the East End.

Along the way, Roman was also silent and silent.

It's just that his expression gradually became firm.

Under the strange look of the coachman, Roman returned to the East End, to the house he had rented.

As soon as he opened the door, Roman saw the children sitting on the floor.

Under Critter's leadership, no one sat on Roman's bed in the room, even if it was a rudimentary wooden bed made of worn-out wooden planks.

When they saw Roman come in, they all stood up and looked at Roman with gratitude in their eyes.

When Roman entered the house, the room instantly became a little crowded.

Klet took the initiative to speak, "Mr. Roman, you're back."

"Hmm," Roman patted him on the shoulder, "Have you eaten?" Did the police look for you in the future?"

"Yes, Mr. Roman." As if to show that he had resolutely completed the task sent by Roman, Klet replied loudly, and then looked at Roman: "Mr. Roman, no one has looked for us again."

Roman was not surprised, and his heart grew heavier and heavier as he looked around the room of boys and girls.

He looked at Klet, at Zamia, who had been rescued by him, and said, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

Klet and Zamia looked at each other, and some looked at the children next to them, and said in a low voice:

"No, Mr. Roman, we don't know what to do next."

"We didn't dare to go back to the orphanage, for fear of possible gang revenge, and for fear of being caught again in the dark basement."

"We have nowhere to go, we are all orphans."

"Is this the case for all of you?" Roman asked the children next to him.

"Yes, Mr. Roman."

Boys, you and I began to talk word by word.

"I used to live in a workhouse, where the conditions were worse and the work was heavier, and no one cared about sickness, and my parents died there." A little girl who looked to be only about ten years old said in a low mood.

"I'm from Limon, and a few months ago my parents committed suicide in bankruptcy, and I was orphaned, tricked into Bakeland, and fell into the hands of the gang." A young man next to Crit, who looked fourteen or fifteen years old, was quite sturdy and handsome, and spoke.

……

……

Roman looked at the 17 children of 8 men and 9 women crowded in the small room in front of him, and listened to what happened to them, Roman always felt that he should do something.

Roman was at first a little surprised by the Storm Church's refusal to come forward to resolve the matter.

In Roman's view, this involves serious crime and malfeasance, with so many children and countless potential victims, including many followers of the Storm Lord, that there is no reason why the church would refuse to deal with it.

At that moment, Roman was angry in his heart.

However, on the way to St. Samuel's Church, Roman figured it out somewhat.

The questioning of His Excellency St. Anthony was only a final confirmation.

It was Roman's own ideas that were skewed.

Whether it is the church in the original book or the church that Roman himself has experienced and felt, the image is positive and a guardian.

This made Roman associate them with the officials of his previous life, and subconsciously felt that the church would take care of everything.

In fact, it's the idea that's laughable.

The real official is the royal family of Rune, the upper and lower councils, the nobility, the army, and the police department.

But they don't care about the lives of some orphans, especially those in the East End.

They weren't the embodiment of justice in the first place, and certainly not the church.

Roman remembered the original book, the Great Smog Event, and the death toll reached tens of thousands.

However, the three major churches relented in the face of King George III's concession from Rune, and accepted the explanation that the prince, who looked like a joke, colluded with the witch to plot rebellion.

No one cares about the tens of thousands of people in the East who died, they are just numbers in the report, their deaths are a bargaining chip in the party struggle to advance various policies later, and their deaths are a raging fire burning straw in the field.

They can die in many capacities, but not like one real person after another.

The three major churches did not speak out later, and they compromised for the sake of stability and faith.

Roman suddenly found that he didn't know when he really began to rely on the church, as if everything given to them could get a perfect solution, without thinking about his own actions.

Since the three major churches have a tacit understanding with the royal family of Rune, since some people from the Beckland police have colluded with the Eastern District, and since this is Beckland, there are Beckland's rules.

Then Roman was going to do something in this rule.

It's here in the East Side that these problems are solved in the East Side way.

Don't care what the church thinks.

Maybe in their opinion, what they want to do is just some small things for children to fight around, and even those high-ranking people's eyes will not stay here.

That's fine.

Roman thought with some mockery.

He looked at the children around him, whose path was basically blocked.

There is a risk of being captured by the gang at any time, there is no resistance at all, there is no education, there is no skill,

Roman couldn't imagine how this group of teenage children could survive in this world without external help in such a situation.

Looking at their expectant gazes, Roman slowly spoke:

"Children, the police probably can't count on it, and you may have to rely on yourself in the future."

Without waiting for Klett to speak, Roman continued:

"I can help you eliminate one gang, eliminate two gangs, but in the East End, gangs can't be eliminated."

"There's always going to be a steady stream of those people."

"You will not be the first group of victims, and you will certainly not be the last."

"If you want to change your fate, you can only rely on yourselves."

"Only by being strong can we punish those who are guilty, and can we protect more homeless people like you."

"I'm going to open an alternative school in the East End, where in addition to grammar and arithmetic, I'll teach you some ways to defend yourself, so that you can better protect yourself and be powerless against those vicious gangsters, and of course, I'll ask the pastor of the church to explain the sacred scriptures of the gods."

"My purpose is to give you all the ability to protect yourself and survive, just like Russell the Great said, it is better to give someone a fish than to teach them how to catch fish."

Roman didn't know if Russell said it, but he thought it should be.

"Of course, the students in the school also need to do something for me to pay for my tuition."

"You can think for yourself."

"If you don't want to participate, you can leave, I won't force it."

"Now, Krit, go find a hotel, open a few rooms, and let everyone have a good rest."

"Give me an answer tomorrow morning."

The children were not allowed to make quick decisions, nor were they the people of the heart of the Virgin who had to help anyone.

After all, these children were rescued by Roman, who taught them some skills, and they helped Roman to do something.

That's fair.

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Chapter 117: A Shield Free Read.