Andy unintentionally took out some of the Hope Fruit and distributed it to everyone present, because most of them had just returned from the desert and were all dying of thirst, and Jeremiah only thought that it was a special color variant fruit that Andy had obtained from somewhere, so everyone ate the fruit and thanked Andy without stopping it.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, he took the opportunity to return to Jeremiah's side and continue the conversation.

"Do you still socialize with outside groups?" Jeremiah nodded as he nibbled on the fruit.

"Of course, the barren fields and the occasional game we hunted weren't enough to satisfy our brothers and sisters, so we scavenged through the ruins of Salt Lake City and collected the skins of mutated creatures, which we exchanged for supplies with some merchants outside and stored. Although New Canaan no longer exists, we still adhere to the old business customs, we maintain absolute honesty and fairness, and we believe that only such transactions are transactions that benefit everyone. ”

"Thank you, this fruit tastes good, tender and juicy." Andy said that it didn't matter, imagining in his heart what the expressions would be on their faces if they knew where the fruit came from.

Bishop Mordecai, whose eyes were blue after being flattened, was finally persuaded by others to escape from Alexandra's fist, but when he heard Andy's conversation, he still insisted on speaking out loud.

"That's wrong! We shouldn't have had any dealings with non-post-Saints in the first place, and if we had never given anything to those refugees, if we had not even made outsiders aware of our existence, New Canaan would have existed forever! By doing this now, you're bringing danger into us from the outside, you know? Jeremiah shook his head slightly, his face a little dissatisfied.

"Bishop Mordecai, please don't say your ifs, the situation is that if we want to continue to survive, if we don't want to see the young children who live in the shelters die of hunger, then we must continue to maintain trade with outsiders, and the destruction of New Canaan certainly proves that we have made mistakes in the past, but it is definitely not our fault in communicating with the outside world!" Bishop Mordecai walked away angrily towards the elevator door leading to the underground shelter, and on the way he saw Alexandra standing beside him, trembling in terror, and running away as fast as he could.

Seeing this stubborn isolated conservative old man leave, Jeremiah's face gradually returned to normal, and he felt a little embarrassed when he saw Andy with a playful expression.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh.... There are many times when we have heated internal quarrels, and this kind of thing seems to have never stopped, both before and now. I believe that Bishop Mordecai, as the oldest among us, has sincere expectations and unique opinions on the future development of all of us post-Saints, but he—" Alexandra walked over slowly, and although she was angry at the old man for beating her, she still couldn't accept seeing her old acquaintance look like this.

"But he doesn't recognize you as a prophet, does he?" Their eyes met in the air, and after a moment of staring at each other, Jeremiah admitted it indifferently.

"I am afraid that this alone is not enough to describe that Bishop Mordecai has always regarded himself as a leader after we fled back to our ancestral land from New Canaan, and he did have that qualification, and he was the only one who had sufficient experience and a considerable understanding of the doctrinal scriptures after the death of the prophet Black of Judah, but he was not chosen by the Lord, and I was the opposite." Hearing Jeremiah start raising the banner of her Heavenly Father again, Alexandra could barely hide a mocking smile on her face.

"So? I'm sure when you first announce this to other people, a lot of people will think you're just having a fever, right? Jeremiah wasn't angry, and in Andy's opinion, at least he was open-minded.

"Your conjecture is accurate, Alexandra, but I'm sure what I'm seeing isn't some hallucination caused by illness, and I... Forget it, I'm sure you won't agree with all this so easily in your heart, but that's okay. Bishop Mordecai was furious, and after making sure that I was serious, he insulted me without words, but that could not shake me, and I had already sworn in my heart that I would take up this mission that the Lord had given me, so that at last Bishop Mordecai announced in the church that he wanted to expel me and my supporters. ”

"It turned out to be the opposite, and with the help of the Lord, most of my brothers and sisters were willing to believe in me or at least not have such a strong will to oppose me, and Bishop Mordecai left with a few people who shared his thoughts." At this point, Jeremiah prayed a short prayer.

"May Heavenly Father lead those who have passed away to save their suffering souls... Bishop Mordecai claimed that he would take those willing to follow him to a southern land and establish a new settlement that would function according to his ideals, which he called the New Jerusalem. No one knew exactly where the place was, but there were still many who were willing to follow him, only to be dragged back a year later, with many of their siblings left in the wasteland and never to be reunited with us. Alexandra sneered, and looked back to see that Bishop Mordecai had already taken the elevator off the ground.

"He's always like this, leading everyone into a dead end again and again, but he doesn't know how to repent at all." Jeremiah did not share Alexandra's hatred for Bishop Mordecai's previous attacks, and he made a few philosophical remarks that Andy was curious about, which seem to be excerpts from the scriptures that Post-Saints read as children.

"Let all bitterness, anger, wrath, clamour, slander, and all malice be put away from you. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving one another, just as God in Christ forgave you. ”

"Do not be a party in anything, do not covet vain glory, but be humble in your heart, and each one shall be better than himself. Let each one look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. At this point, Jeremiah seemed to be exhausted, and he ordered the people not to expel Andy and the two, and told Andy and the two to take care of themselves in the camp, and then he also entered the elevator in the church and left the ground.

Alexandra walked over to Andy.

"What's next for you?" Andy looked at the people around him who were busy with their own affairs, and knew that today was not the time to talk to Jeremiah about the attack on the various caravans in Jericho Town, and he was not in a hurry to leave here today, since these post-Saints would not remain hostile, he would have the idea to talk to the members here in depth.

"Maybe a chat can make things less tense and more likely." As he spoke, he walked over to the first member of the Hand of God who was in charge of medical care that he had noticed, the young woman with her hair and sideburns, and she had such a temperament that Andy would never believe that her path would be easy.

The two walked over, the female doctor was still taking care of the injured patient, the post-holy believer lying on the ground seemed to have been injured by some kind of wasteland creature, there were two deep narrow wounds on his legs, and at this moment he was grinning in pain with the female doctor's debridement action, and the post-holy believers in difficult conditions obviously did not have any medicine reserves to help him anesthetize.

After cleaning the wound with exquisite techniques, the female doctor took out a treatment needle and injected the patient.

Alexandra observed for a moment and couldn't help but speak.

"His injuries are not light, you gave him diluted treatment needles, so not only will the healing speed be slow, but also repeated infections will occur later, and maybe there will be sequelae." The female doctor glanced up at Alexandra, her face unwavering.

"You seem to have some insight into medicine, sister.... Oh, or I shouldn't have called you that anymore, to what you guys said before. But whatever, I've never understood the rules of Mormonism. All in all, every day I have something to do, either someone has been bitten on the hand by a coyote or a leg clamped by a radscorpion like him, and what about our medicine? Not only were they pitifully few, but they were almost non-existent, and these few needles I had managed to dig out of a pill box in the corner of the ruins of Salt Lake City, and if I hadn't diluted them, the patient would have had to use willpower to treat himself in two or three days. Andy let out an oh sigh.

"So? Doctor, weren't you a member of the Latter-Saints? The female doctor confessed with a blank face, and she said that the able-bodied male member of the Hand of God who was standing next to her and accompanying her, her husband, was not a member of the Post-Holy Church.

"Think it's weird? It is not surprising that Prophet Rigdon is willing to accept us, and as long as we are willing to follow the necessary rules, we can act with others without formal conversion. Andy was secretly taken aback, he had a new understanding of Jeremiah's open-minded attitude, after the destruction of New Canaan, he was still willing to accept non-believers to live with outsiders, although the two in front of him looked like a top talent, but presumably Jeremiah was also strong against public opinion at the beginning.

He pulled out a cigarette and handed it to the man.

"Can you talk about your past? I'm an NcR, and since you're not post-Saints, where are you from? Is it over there in the Mojave Desert? The stout man refused to smoke, he just looked at his wife for a moment and nodded.

The female doctor got up from the ground after packing up her medical kit, instructed the others to carry the patient into the tent to rest, and then muttered for a moment and began to talk about her past.

"Maybe I should call you fellow? But forget it, I have lost all my passion and affection for NcR, I used to be convinced like most NcR people that the flag of the two-headed bear is righteous and strong, but with the passage of time, everything just disappointed me, so I finally chose to leave NcR. ”

"I came all the way here, and I heard what had happened in New Canaan, and I was thinking that I needed to do something for these poor good people, and I needed to help them out of the slump and prove to them that they were not at fault, but that the greedy and stupid people were wrong." She tugged at the strap of the medical kit on her shoulder, motioning for Andy to follow her, and the group came to a rock and sat down side by side.

The two of them did not show the same resistance as the other Latter-Saints in the water handed over by Andy, and after a brief thank-you, they drank all the clean water produced in Jericho Town.

"My name is Angela, you can call me Dr. Angela." The female doctor took a sip of water and reached out a hand to pat the man next to her.

"This is my husband, Tate, don't underestimate him, he used to serve in the NcR Ranger Unit." The rock-like man with short hair nodded at Andy and the two, Andy was taken aback again, the Ranger unit is a special force composed of the elite of the elite of the NcR soldiers, why would a Ranger give up everything and go away, and even run here to mingle with a group of down-and-out Post-Saint believers?

Dr. Angela placed the empty water bottle on the floor and exhaled deeply through her nose.

"You're weird, aren't you? You're about to put two strange words on your face, well, it's the same for me.... First of all, a lot of people are talking about how bad NcR is, but they don't know how bad NcR is, they don't understand it, because they can't touch a certain level, but I'm different. ”

"I saw every detail clearly, how the NcR Congress had completely fallen under the onslaught of the merchants, and how the NcR army had become more and more declining in the midst of internal strife... And how many stinky ugly sides and blood-drenched cruelty are behind the so-called Guangweizheng national strategy. ”

“.... Don't think I'm bragging, I used to be a member of President Tanti's Scientific Advisory Council, and you get the idea, right? Andy doesn't know how many times I've been shocked today.

"So? Do you know Dr. Goddard? Angela nodded her head as she should.

"Isn't that a matter of course? The kind of celebrity, though most of the time negative news, is an extremely stubborn, arrogant, stubborn, arrogant scientist, vice chairman of the scientific advisory group. We privately nicknamed him Egghead, and you should know why, right? He was a bald old man without a single hair on his head, who had been living in the shadow of another man for many years, and was getting more and more insane, which made him widely ostracized, but the more he did so, the more he felt that it was all the fault of that person. ”

"You say.... Dr. Prester? Andy could only guess that it might be, after all, he had witnessed a video altercation between the two while they were at the Dome.

Dr. Angela nodded disdainfully.

"There are many people in the scientific community of NcR who are fans of him, and I admit that this person is a scientific genius who no one can compare, and I would like to dissect his brain to see if his brain is very different from that of a normal human. He did a lot of things for NcR, and those obscure pre-war technologies were as easy to understand as a children's storybook in his eyes, but he didn't bother to teach others, as if the whole NcR couldn't find a student who satisfied him. ”

"The bigger problem is his character, people's eyes are overshadowed by the aura on him, this person is actually quite dangerous. He can do almost anything, it can be for the benefit of all, or it can be the complete opposite... There's only one reason he's willing to stay in this hilarious position as chairman of the NcR Scientific Advisory Board, and that's President Tanti, but as you know, President Tandi is dead. Dr. Angela sighed, then turned to ask.

"Do you know how President Tandi died?" Andy thought back.

"It is said that a strange illness has struck her, and the doctors have tried their best to do nothing, which is indeed reasonable, even with the highest level of life support equipment and medical resources in the whole NcR, she is already a centenarian." Angela suddenly threw her head back and laughed.

"Hah! - Ridiculous lie, if I tell you... Was President Tandi actually assassinated? Note 1: Excerpt from Ephesians 4:31-32 Note 2: Excerpt from Philippians 2:3-4