"I found the monastery bed so hard that my neck was stiff when I slept."

The next day, Manken grumbled out of the dormitory, followed by a group of confused monks.

"Me too, it feels like I haven't rested well." Zink said, then looked at the sasser who was cooking oats for everyone, "Assistant Laskier, how are you feeling?" ”

"I'm fine, the oats are almost ripe." He looked at them as he spoke, "Drink some oatmeal, maybe it will relieve you." ”

When a crowd gathered around the cauldron, Mader was instructed to call the old Bible reader, and when he was seated, the crowd began to pray.

"Okay, we can eat." When the prayer was over, the old Bible reader took a bowl full of oatmeal, and was about to take a sip when he heard a knock on the door.

"Okay, the porridge is too hot, it's not bad to drink it after cooling for a while." The old Bible reader muttered, then got up to open the door, which was filled with two priests, with two Templars.

"Here comes the one who has read the will." He glanced over there, took a sip of porridge and said.

"Whose will? For whom? Manken, who was about to drink porridge, put down the spoon and asked.

"The Metropolitan Bishop's, for us." "When I went out yesterday, I heard that a lot of priests outside had been arrested, and I guess there were not enough people to tell us to go out and take a look." ”

"But we've only been practicing for a few days? Isn't there a strict rule that we have to study for at least one year? Mader asked, and the others also frowned, let them go out and top, aren't they afraid of being caught?

"There is a word called urgency, which means that when the Metropolitan needs us, those rules can be abolished, but after that, we still have to follow the rules, and my hometown calls this kind of thing a double standard." "The so-called rules are entirely based on the needs of the leader. ”

"Isn't that just shameless?" Mader whispered.

"Well, that can be explained that way." Teaser nodded.

In a short time, the priests and Templars from there came to him, and as the Masher had said, the Metropolitan wanted them to show the majesty of God by making them tour the city and rescuing the suffering believers.

"Our studies are not over yet, and I'm afraid we won't be able to do this." Mader spoke out after the priest read his will.

"This is what the church demands, and you must do it urgently, and the citizens of the city need the care of the church." Hearing this, the priest glared at Mader, "This is the church's test for you, if you can't do it, it will be a drag on the church, and we will have to deal with you at that time." ”

"Does it mean that we do what shouldn't be our own, and then we do it at our own risk?" Manken was unhappy with the tone in which the priest spoke, "Can we refuse?" ”

"If you refuse, you can just leave, and you will be excommunicated from the church." The priest frowned, "This is not what anyone should do, are you still prevaricating when you serve God as a clergyman?" ”

"We serve God, but that doesn't mean we have to serve God for others..."

"Bang!"

In the middle of his defense, the priest kicked over the pot and interrupted him, and everyone looked at the priest, who angrily yelled at the Templars behind him, "Arrest these godless creatures." ”

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that the two Templars were about to rush over, he quickly stood up and walked over, "Priest is angry, we are naturally willing to share the burden for God and the Church, but we don't know to what extent. ”

"This is a fatwa approved by the metropolitan." The priest's anger eased considerably when he saw the gold coins stuffed in his hand, and he handed the letter with the metropolitan's seal to the Masser, who opened it and looked at it, and it read in general terms: "It is appropriate for the monks of the monastery to revive the Falon faith, to drive away evil and depravity, and to spread light and blessings."

"Rest assured, we won't let the Metropolitan down." He put away the fatwa and said.

"You have to make a difference, you have to keep the publicity going, and the churches are getting fewer and fewer believers coming to donate lately." The priest said earnestly.

"Understood." He nodded, "Father, I'll give you a ride." ”

"No, it's true to put God's cause first!" The priest pushed him away, glared at the monk below, and then turned to leave.

He watched the priest go, looked at the cauldron that had been kicked over, and said to the crowd, "Look away." ”

"I thought you'd beat up that priest." Manken said disappointedly.

"He's just a dog's leg, but the actual instigator is the metropolitan, but wouldn't it be nice that we could go out and spread the faith? Everyone is looking forward to this day. He laughed.

"We—" Mannken opened his mouth, and finally all the words turned into a sigh.

"Ugh."

"You are angry because your piety is not enough, and the true monk is to give himself to God." The old Bible reader came and said, looking at the oats that had been sprinkled on the ground, and secretly saying that it was a pity.

"Giving is not such a method of giving." Ma De glanced at the old Bible reader, "Only a pious Bible reader like you, who has worked for the church all your life, who comes and goes when called, and who is not even a priest, has such a mind." ”

"Because I don't like to flatter anyone other than God." The old Bible reader smiled bitterly, "There are a few priests who have died normally, and it is good to retire in peace." ”

"Everyone has their own ambitions, and we want to revive our own shop." Manken said, looking at the old Bible reader.

"Well, you're right." The old Bible reader nodded, then reached out and pulled out a package, revealing a pile of beautiful pebbles inside, "When you go out this time, do you want saint artifacts?" ”

"I'm going to die!" Zink looked at the pile of pebbles and said angrily, "If the saint artifacts can be peddled outside, do you think we can still get our turn?" Now that so many monks have been tried, we may be shouted and beaten by everyone when we go out, and we will not be reported in a minute if we take this! ”

"Hmm." The old Bible reader nodded, "If you have this idea, I will prepare dinner for you when I come back in the evening." ”

"What do you mean? Think we can't come back? Manken said, clutching his head.

"Okay, although the pot is spilled, the bowl is still there, and we will go out after eating, I think we have trained monks in the small monastery for ten days, and spreading faith is not yet handy!" Masturbating them and cheering them up.

"You're so optimistic." Manken scoffed.

"I have made a living sacrifice to God, and then you will know that there is no difficulty in spreading the faith, and piety will be over!"

As he spoke, he raised his oatmeal porridge and began to drink it quickly, and the others also picked up their porridge bowls when they saw this, and for a while only the sound of eating was left in the monastery.

The two little minions of the swallowing snake crawling on the walls of the monastery watched everything that happened in the morning inside the monastery, and then boarded the carriage down the street, and after passing countless filthy streets, they stepped into the no-man's land, and then into the sewers.

"Chief, there are no signs of our people and fights in the monastery, and the monks are drinking porridge in the courtyard."

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