"This is the moment that life enjoys!"

Slamming the fruit-made wine glass against the table, Asmo's eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

However, her temperament, which is like a flower that attracts bees, was also destroyed at once, but thanks to this, Lilith and her party were not harassed too much, but Jace enjoyed a lot of resentful eyes.

In this kingdom of God, it is not surprising that there is wine, in other words, it is a test of the devotion of the nuns. It's like a monk doesn't eat meat, but he doesn't stop others from eating meat, as long as he restrains himself.

In addition to the believers scattered all over the country, there were also many unrelated people who came here for various reasons, and according to Anne, "If you come here with a swagger, I am afraid that you will soon be fenced off." Therefore, this time Anne only came here in secret, and naturally appeared in front of the public when she needed to.

After a few glasses of fruit wine, Ashmill began to pretend to be drunk, first pretending to stagger to his feet, and fell into Anne's arms to take the opportunity to eat tofu, and after a slap, he left his seat and began to wander elsewhere in the tavern.

Asmo's life and death have nothing to do with him now, so let this kind of uncle let her play while she goes.

"Now, Sister Anne, did you come every year?" asked Lilith in a whisper, surveying the crowd around her.

Probably because it's almost the day of choosing a saint, except for the many people here, every ordinary person has a trace of fanaticism on their faces. The monks, on the other hand, showed a lot of anticipation for the upcoming festival in their manners. It's as if they don't want to see the choice of saints. It's a talent show.

"I remember when you were on this day last year. You also found an excuse to dump the trip with me directly, because you came here?"

"Well, that's right, my father is inconvenient to come, so this matter is entrusted to me every year. ”

"After all, the Church and the Empire are inseparable, so they have to be formal. But Lilith, actually. said that it was the selection of women ......"

"Actually, it's been decided a long time ago. ”

Lilith whispered, from Anne's somewhat helpless look, Lilith had already noticed most of it, "It's just a formality." ”

Even if it is a church, even if these people do not have a monarch and believe in only God, the class system will still exist, but in a different form.

In this place, the pope is the equivalent of an emperor, who rules. Control your followers, that's it. No different from the emperor.

And the chosen saints must also be candidates who have grown up under the supervision of the pope, because this is convenient for his rule, and even if there is a strife, it is at most only infighting.

"You can't say that, Lilith, these things are known only to a few people. ”

Anne lowered her voice, "But in order to make the election seem more fair, and to give the priests an explanation, among the candidates for the Holy Maiden, some will also be selected from the ordinary people according to the regulations, but this is just a formality, ordinary people who have not been trained at all will definitely not be able to compete for candidates who have received secret training." ”

Therefore, the purpose of Sister Anne's coming here this time must not be to see how to choose a saint, but to relax with herself. It's just that I didn't expect that in the mouths of the monks, the church, which has always believed in God and is very just, would have so many shady things.

Speaking of which, Dorena, Augie, and Arthur are also paladins, have they experienced this kind of shady curtain, or have they grown up under this shady curtain?

Just as Lilith decided to get Ashmill back and take Anne to find Jace, who was reporting from the church, Ashmill suddenly ran back in a rage, and sat there motionless as if he were an old monk.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Shhhh Oh my God, I was going to peek at her changing clothes backstage, but before I could see it, I was captured by her singing. ”

A singer in charge of attracting popularity in a tavern?

Although Asmar seemed to have said something terrible, Lilith decided to turn her attention to the tavern's not-so-large front desk, where the singer would appear.

It's a poor profession, eating by the face, and by the throat. Once one of the two loses its original function, then the singer will also lose her "life".

As the noise around her gradually subsided, even Lilith, who didn't have much interest in these things, turned her eyes to the singer who was slowly making it.

......

It's so ordinary, no, this is the strange place, why would such an ordinary girl appear here, and she is also a singer?

The shriveled black hair, which has turned a little yellow, is it clear that she is very haggard, but she is forced to maintain a smile on her face, is it because of poverty and malnutrition? But putting aside these things that can be changed, this singer herself is not so eye-catching, most of them are lost in the crowd, and they will be lost after a while.

However, the people around him did not complain at all, but quietly waited for her singing, could it be that what really attracted the guests was her singing?

With the sound of backstage music, the singer, who had been closing her eyes all the time, slowly stretched out her hands, and the song that could suck people's souls into it immediately floated throughout the tavern. But that's not all, along with the singing voice that Lilith had never heard before, the singer also took her steps at the same time.

Even if there are some old brown boots, even if it is a white dress that is no longer new, even if the singer's appearance does not look so amazing, but this simple dance step has a different flavor from other dancers.

And her singing voice is so beautiful, the lyrics that she has never heard seem to have been composed by herself. It tells the story of an innocent girl who has been secretly in love with a knight, and as the girl's thoughts become deeper and deeper, the singer's dance steps become more and more rapid, as if the girl's steps become flustered because of her irrepressible mood.

It seems that even the singing voice that can make Ashmill honest is really not so simple. (To be continued......)