There was a group of people listening to the sermon in front of the altar, and the guy I knew was the middle-aged man who stood next to the king when I came out of Stormwind, who looked like Benedictas.

This guy gave me the impression that he was old, and there was not much love in his eyes under the slightly furrowed brow, and I didn't feel pity. It was as if he was looking down on all beings from above. If it weren't for the fact that he was standing on the altar, everyone knew that he was an archbishop, and this temperament was really bad for a stranger.

But everywhere he went were believers, and everywhere he passed was admiration and praise. People will succumb to him because of his status, his name, his position, his circumstances, but I don't feel like it's because of him as a person.

Watching groups of people walk up to him, I pouted between my teeth.

Seeing the clergy next to him send off the last group of people, the smile on the man's face gradually disappeared and returned to his original expression. The first time they met me, he was very critical of me, and I was thinking about whether or not to meet him.

Maybe he's not that scary. Am I afraid of him...... I still don't want to admit it.

I stared at him and he noticed me. He was slightly stunned for a moment, and then looked at me as he walked over without any change in the expression on his face.

He didn't welcome me.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk to me, I saluted him.

"Colonel Bill." He finally smiled with difficulty.

"Honorable Archbishop. Your speech was wonderful. "I don't feel any obstacle to this kind of sycophancy.

"yes, what do you think impresses you?" He didn't follow my sycophancy.

"I think it's really good that you talk about the guidance of the Holy Light, and I guess there are few people in the Northern Holy See who can have this kind of insight and understanding like yours."

"That's just one part, a very important part of the Light's path."

"People adore you, they believe in you."

"No, they don't believe in me, but in light, warmth, strength, salvation, and hope." His reaction didn't make me feel better.

"They're all religious."

"Just hoping to be saved."

"But some people seem to be doing well."

"After the basic problems of survival are solved, the troubles encountered will only increase, not decrease."

"Which is more than the giving of the poor or the rich?" I'm also expressionless.

His face was carved without the slightest change. "It's just a manifestation of their wishes." He didn't answer directly. "Did you come to me for something? Captain. ”

"Is perseverance mentioned in the doctrine of the Light?"

"Yes."

"Is it your duty to eradicate evil and darkness?"

"It's just one of them."

"But now the procrastination of the war is undoing all the efforts and sacrifices of the past."

"You should go to His Majesty the King." He stood upright, motionless.

"What do you think about this?"

"His Majesty must be focused on the big picture."

I pursed my lips and looked at him. "Gritting your teeth now and persevering tends to avoid more sacrifices."

"But rushing forward can lead to immediate disaster."

"It's not the same as the Troll Wars of decades ago."

"I pray for you, Colonel. Good luck with you. He bowed to me and turned to leave.

"I have some doubts in my heart, can the archbishop give me an answer or two?"

He turned his head to look at me for two seconds, "I heard you're collecting information for the Northern See?" ”

"Adults will definitely be recorded in human history, such as the ones you give people today, which are the essence of human wisdom."

His eyes became a little softer, and he looked at me and said, "Come on, I just have half a bottle of good dry red." ”

Didn't see the vicar, probably he won't be at work today. Benedictas took me to his great room on the third floor in the backyard of the cathedral.

He was a very neat man, and the room was very large, and the walls were basically full of bookshelves. Then there was only a small and clean desk in Noda's room and a chair that was not ornately decorated, but looked soft.

He took out a wine bottle from his suite, and two glasses.

"That half bottle was drunk two days ago." He said as he pulled the cork.

"You are in the same habit as the most famous Archbishop of the North, Lord Alonthos Fao." I say.

"How old is he?"

"I guess I'm in my eighties." I say.

"He was the first to see the path of Light, I heard that." He poured the wine into the decanter, and the fuchsia wine flowed into the transparent decanter, and his eyes shone through the west window, just enough to make the wine shine with crystal.

"Actually, your Storm Kingdom was supposed to penetrate the path of the Holy Light earlier than the north, and even use the Holy Light." I say.

"What do you know?" His tone was quite calm.

"I remember there was a book called ...... The Sacred Book." I said, "There have been people who have shown miracles of the Light. ”

"That's just a rumor." Benedictas didn't look back at me.

"I thought you'd believe it."

"Human ...... In fact, we are attracted to the Light, but for most people, even now, it only gives us guidance. ”

"We haven't started drinking yet." I said with a smile. "You're humorous."

"What have you seen of the miracles of the Light?" He said.

"Shimmering, but warm. Quiet, but moving. "I'm trying to organize words.

"Anything else?" He put down his bottle and turned to look at me.

"It's gone."

"You've seen ...... But you haven't felt it, have you? He said, "When you first arrived in the Stormwind Kingdom, you spoke of the Holy Light of the North, and you know that in the eyes of our Stormwind Kingdom, you are ...... How much fuss there is, or as if a child wants to show off his findings to an adult. He said slowly.

I was a little surprised by this.

"Don't you ask why?"

"Why?" I spat out the word unconsciously.

"Our forest gnolls here show this skill...... Unfortunately, we don't know what this is all about. He had a mocking look on his face.

"What did you say?" My eyes widened.

"Have you ever seen a gnoll? You northerners don't seem to have seen anything like this. He said.

"I've seen it...... "I said.

"Have you ever seen a gnolla who can perform healing spells?" He stared into my eyes.

"I don't ...... Believe it. I couldn't help but frown.

"Hmph, yes, I can't believe it. But they do. He turned around and picked up the decanter and shook it gently. Isn't it ironic? We've caught them, and some of them can be healed. ”

"But they may not believe in the Light."

"How do you explain this?" He put down the decanter and looked at me. "When you get back, will you tell them that you can heal even a monster like a gnolls in the Stormwind Kingdom? Will that group of old scholars from the Northern See pick up the inkwell on the table and throw it at you? ”

"I was also deeply suspicious." He looked at me.

"Healed what?"

"Physical trauma." He said. "Recovery is extremely fast, like magic, I've seen pointed hats from the north cast magic."

"The magicians of Dalaran have been here?"

"It's all apprentices who were kicked out by Medivan and showed us their magic like clowns." Shaking his head, he continued, "I consulted them on healing techniques, and they are in some ways inferior to those wild dogs. There was a lot of disdain in his tone.

"Do you still believe in it?" I asked.

He raised his eyes to look at me, and the calm in those eyes scared me a little.

"Of course, it doesn't just heal the body."

"What else?" I was intrigued by him.

"The heart, it soothes." He said. "At least those people, the poor."

I was stunned, I couldn't believe what I heard. What he said...... I actually ...... Speechless.

"Do you think this is what the Light can give them?"

"Comfort." He looked at me and said.

"And then?"

"That's enough." He said.

"You're deceiving them?"

"I never cheat." The tone of his voice felt normal, as natural as breathing.

"But the problem remains."

"But they have hope." He said. "Life is hard enough."

"Light for you...... It doesn't seem to exist. ”

"The Light creates all things, and the Light sustains all things. It exists, but it's too far away from us. ”

I don't know how this guy suddenly became like this, and if he was talking about this thing, he would probably be locked up or given special care if he had been in a church in Lordaeron.

"Your words made me suddenly enlightened and a little confused."

"Then you'd better have some drinks." He said as he picked up the decanter.

"Why?"

"Being shrouded in light is the same feeling as drinking." He poured the wine from the decanter into his glass.

"But I don't like to drink."

"That's my advice to you, you have to make your own choices about your affairs."

"I'm just not sure."

"So drink the bar." He handed me the glass.

He took a sip, stared at the liquid in the cup and said, "Then either get it out or get drunk and just wait for the results." ”

"Your suggestion is very insightful."

"This is also the way of Light." He had this look on his face as if he knew everything.

"Light does not heal the mind." I say.

"I didn't say that." Benedictas shook the glass in his hand slightly.

"How is the human heart healed?" I asked him.

"Love is healing."

"What is love?"

"Selfless."

"Selfless...... But I've never really understood selflessness. I said, "Is selflessness conscious or unconscious?" ”

"Everything."

"If it is conscious, how can it be selfless?"

"Detachment is a realm." He looked at me.

"A lot of people just talk about the Holy Light." I say.

"They can feel it in a moment." He said lightly.

"Are you telling me this is love?"

"It's selfless." There was a peculiar mockery in his eyes.