"The long night dissipates after the dawn, and the light begins to shine upon the earth, and the Creator is gazing tenderly upon us, and upon you."

"May the Light be with you."

Martin walked down the street, the people around him took off their hats and bowed to each other, and the sound of such prayers could be heard from time to time in the alley, which was particularly lively in the early morning sun.

"That's the liturgical chant of the Church of Light." Juncker, who was walking beside him, explained to him.

"Today is Sunday, the church's designated Sunday, and everyone will go to [Capernaum's Cathedral] for worship."

Juncker walked in front of Martin and led him to Place du Roës, and from time to time he was greeted by hats taken off, and he responded in the same way.

"May the Light be with you."

Juncker looked very happy, he seemed to be a devout member of the Church of the Light.

Martin didn't ask about the origin of the Holy Light Church, and last night's ignorance of the [Savior] can still be prevaricated, but this church seems to be very well-known in the entire Mir continent, and he even thinks of the identity of Stanley's [Bishop].

It was already the next morning. Last night, after saying those few creepy words, Belisarius repeated as if he had changed people:

"Don't hurt me, blind old man... Don't hurt me, blind old man... Philia... Filia, where are you..."

Martin understood that his Alzheimer's had committed again.

But his words also shed some light on Martin.

Last night Martin seemed to have seen a different Belisarius, and he sensitively felt that the old man's past was not simple.

"In two days, if you still can't find Xixian, leave the [Mercury Spring]." He thought to himself.

After all, he is now the most wanted prince killer in the whole country, and he must try to avoid getting involved in the fight.

Martin was going to go to the Screaming Tent mentioned by Juncker today to see what was going on with the Stargazer, and he had considered whether he would be spotted by the Stargazers, but decided to take a look, even if it was just to walk around.

It just so happened that Juncker was also going to church for worship, so he went to the center of the Red Chapel district and the venue of the Reindeer Bazaar--- Rose Square.

He expressed his concerns about the dress to Juncker, but Juncker just smiled and said it was okay and said that he was not special on the street.

As they walked out of Green Spider Alley and onto the bustling streets of Capernaum, Martin saw many strangely dressed men, his black robes were even a little old-fashioned compared to them.

"It's Sunday, and everybody's out." Juncker looked at those people with some envy in his eyes.

"These dervishes, yellow-clothed monks, black-clothed monks, and even the [Black Crow Warrior Monk] who believe in the Holy Light will go to church today."

Then, like a tour guide, Juncker began to introduce him to everything around them.

"The Capernaum Street takes its name from a prophet of the Age of Light, who is said to have led his people here to escape natural disasters and build a prosperous nation."

"His story was told in this land, and in his honor a magnificent red church was built in Capernaum's behalf, and a magnificent 'Place de la Rose' was built at the entrance of the church, and the main road leading to the cathedral was named Capernaum."

"This is also the origin of the name [Red Church District]."

They walked along the street for a while, and then came to a huge square, where a large number of people had gathered, and Martin was somewhat frightened by the scene, which he had not seen since he had come to Cavides.

They passed among the many vendors at the edge of the square, lined with fruit and vegetable sellers, candied fruit sellers, and horse-drawn carts selling dried fruits, children shouting loudly to their parents, little flower girls constantly asking people to come and go, and there were even people juggling in the corners of the square.

"The third prince was killed, and the royal foundation offered a heavy reward for the murderer!" A newsboy in a felt hat waved the newspaper in his hand and shouted loudly, and Martin heard it and put his hood deeper.

"I hope the murderer can be caught soon." Juncker also heard the newspaper seller's shout, and he sighed.

"The third prince has been to Shudu, and I have met him. He was awarded the rank of rear admiral last month, and everyone thought he was going to lead us to open up colonies to the east, but they didn't expect to be killed. He looked a little regretful.

Martin didn't answer, he looked around and saw that it was a large square square, surrounded by four bustling streets, with buildings with spires and bay windows outside, and a large number of shops on the ground floor.

Directly in front of the square is a majestic Gothic building, with a towering bell tower in the center, the highest point of the whole building, surrounded by seven Romanesque circular domes, with countless rose windows and ornate arches, the whole looks slender and sharp.

And in the center of the square, on a square meadow, stands a tall cylindrical monument, and at the top of the monument, is a stone statue in the shape of a human.

"That must be the statue of the prophet."

Martin and Juncker were still on the edge of the square, too far from the central monument to see what the statue looked like.

"Yes, it was carved in memory of the Prophet, and it is said to have been carved by a well-known craftsman [master] of the time."

Juncker looked at the statue in the distance, his eyes revealing a strong admiration and respect.

"The Prophet was so handsome that he became the dream girl of generations of maidens and ladies of Kavides."

"Isn't that the public enemy of the men of the city?" Martin quipped.

"Nope." Juncker replied earnestly.

"All the inhabitants of Cavides grew up listening to the stories of the Prophet from an early age, both men and women. So the prophet was also the idol of men. ”

"It is said that every year the National Police Agency arrests several men who have made crazy confessions under the monument to the point of disturbing the peace."

“......”

In a trance, Martin felt like he had arrived in a country on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean in his previous life.

They made their way through the lively crowd and gradually approached the center of the square.

As he approached the central monument, Juncker pointed Martin to the location of the Scream Tent, roughly in an alley to the east of the square.

It was located in the eastern part of the square, and Juncker was going to worship at the cathedral in the northern part of the square, so they agreed to separate near the monument, and agreed to meet under the monument and go back together.

Suddenly, Martin noticed that the Statue of the Prophet at the top of the monument seemed somewhat familiar to him upon closer inspection.

As he got closer, the familiar feeling grew stronger.

It wasn't until he walked under the towering monument that he finally got a good eye out of what the statue looked like.

His expression behind the mask froze, and his mouth opened wide again.

The sight in front of him shocked him even more than he found out he was a dog.

The Prophet carved on the monument is actually his appearance!

To be precise, what he looked like in his previous life.

However, the statue is deeper than his appearance in his previous life, in which his face was at most Zhou Zheng, and the prophet's eyes were larger, the bridge of his nose was a little more straight, and his face seemed to become thinner.