Muxicheng, the Holy Sutra Arbitration Tribunal, Resident Registration Office.

"Hello, sir. I heard that the city has issued a new king's order. Can immigrants obtain the status of a kingdom resident by paying taxes in farming?"

The monk Qiao, who was busy checking the registration of farmland and distribution of farm tools, said without raising his head: "That's right, the doctrine I just issued two days ago. If you need it, you can go to the office..."

Monk Qiao suddenly stopped talking, turned his gaze to the questioner, and after a moment of incredulity, he shouted in disbelief: "I know you! You are the priest from Chiki Village near the monastery, whose name is,..."

"Murrupert."

Qiao put down the book in his hand and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! That's the name! I still remember that when Lord Sheng Son was studying in the monastery, he went to your village to exorcism!"

"That's right, the Son of the Holy Son performed a miracle there! He saved the two evil-inducing people from the hands of the demons." Speaking of the past, Father Mour's eyes flashed with light, as if that scene was still in front of him.

While laughing happily, Qiao stretched out his right palm and wanted to pat the other person's arm.

After touching Moore's cuff, his palms stayed in the air and his smile froze on his face.

"Where is your left hand?!"

In response to the monk's question, Moore lowered his head with his lips and said slowly: "It's a long story."

The somewhat harsh Joe discovered at this time that the young priest in front of him was only in his twenties; the identity of the Lun could be regarded as a celebrity in the Western Diocese in the past.

But now, I am wearing a linen-breaking jacket full of chicken manure and pig urine. My long dark brown hair is covered with silver threads. The wrinkles on my face are as dense as dry earth. The original position of my left hand is also replaced by an empty sleeve.

After looking at it, only the clergy cross on his chest was still well preserved.

Holding the book in his hand under his armpit, Joe made a gesture to Father Moore to follow him.

The two walked through the busy and noisy service hall and walked into a relatively quiet reception room.

He ordered his subordinates to prepare two cups of fruit tea and asked another plate of snacks. Qiao opened his mouth to ask Moore to sit down, and he spread the booklets on the table and chatted with the other party casually.

"Remember when I was in the Monastery of San Sidro, I was an ordinary Scripture-copying clerk. I felt so hungry at night, thanks to the bran cakes you sent to send." Joe touched his bare head and laughed first: "At that time, the rats caught cleaned the meat and then clamped them in the bran cakes. In the scripture-copying clerk, it was called a delicacy of heaven."

Moore covered the sleeve of his left hand behind and laughed.

Looking at the other party's obedience and respect, Qiao stopped smiling and shook his head without a trace: "Moor, tell me your story during this period."

Speaking of past events, pain and struggle emerged in Moore's eyes.

"When Silver Ring and the Barbarians just joined forces, letters were constantly circulating between each church. Everyone was discussing only one thing, what should we do in the future?" Moore's eyes were not focal, and he looked at the nothingness on the floor: "After repeated discussions, three roads were placed in front of everyone."

"One, stay. After all, the Kingdom of Silver Ring was once the parish of Heavenly Father, and the Kingdom has the obligation to protect its subjects and beliefs. Besides, the business that several generations of people have run in the village is not something that can be simply given up..."

Moore closed his eyes and shivered slightly: "You should know what these people are going to happen."

Joe sighed and nodded, "Well, it's not that good."

"Two, go west and join the Muxi Kingdom. Of course, at that time, the Muxi Kingdom had not yet been established, and it was still called Muxi Town. The reason given by those who proposed this method was that the Muxi Knights were the last military force of the Western Diocese. The Son could create miracles and naturally protect believers. However, those who opposed it emphasized that the Muxi Knights themselves were unable to protect themselves, and there was no way out if they fled to the beach."

Qiao straightened his body: "Facts have proved that this path is the right one."

"That's right, but unfortunately most people were not optimistic about the Muxi Knights at that time. Very few people were really willing to go west..."

"That's the last way?"

After pausing for a moment, Moore grabbed his pants with his remaining right hand, and his voice was deep and terrifying: "Go east and seek the help of the church reinforcements."

Qiao swallowed and asked in a low voice: "The people going east did not meet the church's army in the end?"

"No, we found them." Moore said in a daze: "There are thousands of villages in the Moon Creek Plain, and there are thousands of them together. People hold the same idea - seeking the help of the church. At first, the church's army did promise: they promised that they would send us into the territory of the Acropolis."

"Under such as this, tens of thousands of civilians were taken into custody by the church army and began to move to the east... However, the good times did not last long. In the Watching Canyon, the barbarian coalition discovered our traces and sent a large number of troops to follow and attack the migrant people."

"After discovering the traces of the enemy, there was a dispute within the church coalition and it was divided into two factions. The army led by the church abandoned its baggage, used civilians as shields, and fled from the battlefield. Most of the troops in the Acropolis stayed and distributed weapons and shields to the people."

The nails were deeply embedded in the skin, and Moore told the extremely tragic massacre in an extremely calm tone: "In my life, it was the longest day. Tens of thousands of civilians and soldiers were crowded in the open area in the middle of the canyon, facing the front, behind and even the enemy above the head in despair. Arrows and stones fell into the crowd like raindrops, and blood gathered into a lake, turning the hard soil under their feet into blood mud..."

The monk Qiao's body trembled slightly, and he drew a cross on his chest, crossing his fingers: "O God..."

Moore struggled to squeeze out a smile on the corner of his mouth. He pointed his finger at the top of his head and said, "After that day, I understood a truth."

"What's the reason?"

“There is at least one sentence in the Bible that is wrong.”

"Which sentence?"

“God is both almighty and loving.”

Monk Qiao opened his eyes wide in confusion.

Moore said word by word: "If God is almighty, then he must have the power to stop the pagans from massacre of God's people, but he did not do so, then it proves that he must not be loving to his own people; if God is loving, then he will definitely want to stop the pagans from massacre of God's people, but he failed to do so, then he must not be almighty!"

"So, God's omnipotence and mercy must have one of them lies...or, both are lies..."

After hearing this, Qiao was stunned.

He wanted to refute this view, but logically, he didn't know how to start.

At this time, he remembered that the priest in front of him had even received praise from the pope by relying on debate and preaching in the past.

"During that massacre, dozens of Qianmu Village villagers who followed me died and fled. The village chief Akman Shaukora was captured by barbarian soldiers and turned into a slave. In comparison, I was really lucky to have just lost one left hand..." Moore said in a daze, grabbing his empty left sleeve tube.

Qiao sighed: "In order to cover the retreating people, Lord Sheng Son was willing to take risks and leave to fight against powerful enemies. At this point, I don't know how many times better than those in the church... By the way, you said at the beginning that you want to apply for farmland?"

Moore nodded: "I don't want to go back to the church anymore, and I don't have the shame to face the villagers of Chiki Village. Being a farmer may be my best choice."

"You have studied in the Capital Theological Seminary and are able to read and write four languages, whether it is theological theory or the eloquence, they are rare talents. Being a farmer? It's a waste! Let me think about it..." Qiao touched his bare head, thought for a while, and then said: "Muxi College has always planned to establish a theology department. In addition, in the beginning of next spring, Muxi Cathedral will be officially completed. Assistance, ceremonial masters and managers all need to recruit people. I can write a recommendation book for you to find a good location for you."

For the first time Moore's face showed a sincere smile: "That would be great!"

Later, he saw a hint of embarrassment appearing on Qiao's face, and he couldn't help but ask worriedly: "What? Is there any difficulty?"

The monk waved his hand and smiled reluctantly, "The difficulty is not enough, but the king has been a little busy recently. I haven't seen him for a few days. The list and recruitment matters may be a little later..."
Chapter completed!