When Fischer got off the tram and walked outside the once-renovated Cathedral of St. Louis, he and Emhardt couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Apparently they saw something completely different from what they had seen in the past.
Because at this moment, there are too many believers gathered here.
There were dense crowds everywhere. Even if the church in front implemented traffic restrictions, the entrance to the cathedral was still blocked. All that lingered in his ears were the continuous prayers of devout believers. Compared with the number of believers here when he left.
It was simply growing exponentially, and even Emhardt was surprised.
"Have there been so many believers of the Mother Goddess here before? I thought this was the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin in Kadu. Why has the Mother Goddess religion in Nali become so popular over the years?"
"Who knows?"
Fisher thought for a while, then gently squeezed through the crowd nearby, found a corner of a building, and took a rest here, mainly to study the specific map that the Asian girl control left for him.
Location.
But as soon as he spread out the map and saw the markings on it, Fisher was in trouble. After he left Saint-Nali, under the leadership of Elizabeth, the city planning of Saint-Nali had undergone great changes. When he was taking the tram just now,
Then they realized that the church area had undergone large-scale renovations both inside and outside. Obviously, with the cardinal's help, their project was progressing very quickly.
And when did the Asian girl control leave this map?
It was very likely that it was before he was born, which also led to the fact that all the marks on this map were the location of Saint-Nali thirty years ago, and it was in a place like the church district with complex architectural changes. It really took Fisher to
It was a bit difficult to recognize it for a while.
"Buzz buzz!"
In the sky, the cardinal maintaining order flew quickly, and the voice of the Nari police came from among them,
"Everyone, please maintain order properly and give way to the central road. The church choir needs to enter the church from the main entrance!"
"Ah, it's the saints of the choir. Have they returned from the conversation in Kadu?"
"Everyone, get out of the way!"
Chorus?
Just when Fisher was looking at the map in his hand and couldn't figure out anything, on the street in front, a carriage dragged by the cardinal was full of steam. Under the lingering light of the steam, the door of the cabin slowly opened.
Opening it, young women wearing elegant black gauze saintly robes came out.
Each of them had a holy and harmonious smile on their face, holding a Book of Creation in their hands. Under the protection of several church knights who were like iron barrels beside them, they slowly backed away from the outside of the vehicle with a smile.
The believers waved greetings, as beautiful as shining black pearls.
And at the end of the saints who came down one after another, there was a young girl with black hair and a strand of golden gauze wrapping her head. Compared with other saints, this saint's status was obviously much higher.
"Saint Milika!"
"Oh my God, it's Lady Milica!"
"Hello everyone, may the Mother Goddess bless you!"
The black-haired girl standing in the middle of the saints looked very calm in the face of the enthusiasm of the believers around her. She was obviously used to this. This is no wonder, because of the nature of the saints choir, which requires them to be the mother goddess.
Saints singing praises walked around the continent, and the scenes they saw were not trivial, especially since they had just returned from a religious power like Kadu.
She was like a beautiful gem, and not only the people around her noticed this gem, but also Fisher in the distance.
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Sensing the change in his expression, Emhardt in his arms raised his eyes and asked with dead fish eyes,
"Why, is he your confidante again?"
"No, he's just my former student."
"Hey, you're a student again. Who doesn't know that Jasmine is your student, and you haven't seen you throw her out of bed."
Fisher reached out and patted his head. Generally speaking, when he was too lazy to argue with Emhart, he would use such simple and crude physical means to convince the other party.
It's just that it's not that he is helpless or frustrated at this time, but that he really has nothing to do with Milika.
"It would be a little easier if Milica was still in the choir. At least we don't have to wander around here with maps from decades ago. By the way, I originally wanted to enter the church to see Teresa."
Hearing the name "Teresa", Emhardt, who always loved chatting and spanking, couldn't help but shut up. He just peeked his eyes and watched as Milica and the choir were about to cross the crowd and enter the church.
In the middle, he urged,
"Then let's hurry up. You should have a way to get in, right?"
"Uh ah ah, I'm so tired, so tired, so tired!!"
The door of the church slowly closed, cutting off all the believers outside the door and their prayers. In an instant, the expressions of the saints with kind and perfect expressions suddenly became slack, and they could not even stand up straight and hugged each other.
Put it on your back.
And Milika was obviously the best among them. Not only did she directly pull off the golden gauze on her head, she even couldn't help complaining.
"Why don't you just send us home? Why don't we go back to the church? Do we have to stay here today? No, I want to go home and eat delicious food!"
"That's right, we stayed in the car for a whole day."
It’s no wonder that even if we transport them quickly, the distance and energy issues need to be considered. Not only do they need to stop on the way to Shivali, but they are also unable to move freely along the way. There are several saints who suffer from motion sickness among them.
He vomited sour water all over the floor, which was very torturous.
And now after returning to Nali, they still have to show up in front of believers, which simply doesn't treat them as human beings.
"Everyone!"
But at this moment, an old and serious female voice suddenly sounded from the front of the church hall, causing them to stand upright in an instant and carefully looked at the old nun standing in front of several knights. She was the saint in charge.
The priest corrected the class discipline, and Milika and the others called her "Mom" in private.
"Priest Kayu."
"It is the duty of the saints to come back to the church and be baptized. Do you want to take the commandments by complaining here? Hurry up and change your clothes. We have to attend the service in the evening!"
"Yes, Lord Priest."
Several saints nodded obediently, but Milika put her hands on her hips and made no move, although she didn't refute.
Many of the remaining saints are the best ones selected from young church schools, and Milika's background is much more complicated than theirs. Her father is the archbishop of Nali, so even if she is a little extravagant, she will still get a lot of honors.
There was nothing she could do.
But this does not mean that her saints are incompetent. As an outstanding graduate with a double major in literature and classics from the University of St. Louis, she is more than enough to become the leader of the saints.
Kayu glanced at the golden saint who looked like a thorn in displeasure, with a dissatisfied expression on her face but she didn't say anything. She just snorted and turned around to lead the knights away.
After experiencing such a fuss from their immediate superiors, the already sluggish saints became even more powerless. They dragged their heavy bodies forward and complained,
"I thought that old lady was going to the Golden Palace to pray for the Queen today, but I didn't expect to come back now. She even caught me complaining. Now I'm in trouble."
"What's the trouble? The worst thing is just copying the Creation Scripture. What can she do?"
"That's for you, Milica. We are different. If our status as saints is revoked, we will have to return to our hometown church to become nuns."
The companions beside her laughed helplessly. Milica frowned and subconsciously said, "If you don't want to be a saint, you won't be a saint." However, looking at the expressions of the companions around her, this sentence without emotional intelligence still failed.
exit.
The position of a saint is extremely valuable in both Kadu and Nali's Mother Goddess religious system, otherwise her father would not have let her come here to be gilded. And unlike her other choices, these
The other saints had absolutely no choice but to say this was a bit unkind.
But emotional intelligence is emotional intelligence, if you are unhappy you will still feel unhappy.
"I understand, go quickly, otherwise that crazy woman will nag us again."
"Haha, Milika, your name for her has changed again."
Milika sighed and looked at her fellow saints who were cheering up again. The annoyance in her heart became more and more intense.
To be honest, Milica has become increasingly unhappy recently.
In fact, it's not just this step-by-step life of a saint. What can you complain about? She is like this, and so are the saints around her. They even have even less choices than Milica.
But what really makes Milica sad is that she and her parents didn't know when the estrangement arose.
If the job of arranging the saint is for Milika's benefit, then why should she introduce a blind date to her, but show displeasure when she feels it is inappropriate?
If the introduction of the blind date was for the sake of Milika's rest of her life, then why should she blame her for letting Isabel go? Could it be that as a priest who watched Isabel grow up, he didn't know Isabel's character or that she saw Elizabeth?
The despair of killing blood relatives?
It was precisely because Milica couldn't bear to see Isabel being tortured in such a golden palace that she secretly helped her escape. However, when her father found out, he beat her, blamed her for making arbitrary decisions, and insulted her for having no brains.
Maybe her father was just worried that she would get into trouble, and she knew that, but internally she still felt a little bored and dissatisfied with her current life.
She had never said these words to anyone else, whether it was her parents or the group of saintly sisters who stayed with her day and night.
Because she has always understood the truth that pain is incomparable, and many of her thoughts and thoughts will not only be incomprehensible to others, but will be considered hypocritical.
Your family is so rich and you have such a good father. If I were like this, I would probably wake up laughing in my sleep. Is there anything sad about you?
You are still so young, and we have paved the way for you. You can’t think about these things in a day. If you were in my position, would you still have the mind to think about these useless things? Instead of doing this, it is better to make progress and don’t give it to us.
Show off to your boss and get along well with people of the opposite sex of the same age
People always use "why not eat minced meat" to describe the absurd downward perspective, and often use "golden hoe to hoe the ground" to describe the absurd upward perspective. In fact, in short, they are just indictments on the extreme difficulty of "empathy".
If that's the case, let's just live with it.
Milica thought so.
She pouted, and returned to the upper floor of the cathedral with the saints. The prayers of devout believers and the tangible aroma of burning lingered around, as if they had turned into weighty chains, making the air heavy.
Under the loving gaze of the Mother Goddess, Milica stretched out in boredom.
Each saint in the saint class has a separate dormitory. When they arrive at the dormitory area, the luggage they carry has already been taken to the door of their respective rooms.
"That's it, Milika, take a good rest and let's gather for worship after dinner?"
The companion around her seemed to notice Milika's absence, so she spoke softly to comfort her, reawakening the distracted Milika. She quickly smiled and said to her companion,
"Okay, you too, take a good rest."
"Well, goodbye."
The saints dispersed one after another and returned to their respective rooms to rest. It was just afternoon now, and there were still several hours before dinner. During this period, they could all rest and do some bathing and tidying up.
Milika dragged her somewhat heavy luggage and returned to her room. It was quite spacious, had an independent bathroom, and a magic water supply system. It could be said that the conditions were quite good.
She was too lazy to pack her luggage or even change her clothes. She just said hello softly to the statue of the Mother Goddess enshrined next to the door, then jumped onto the soft bed like a wild goose, and stretched out on it comfortably.
My limbs, which are a bit sore and weak, are as happy and natural as swimming.
She took a deep breath. Although her body still felt very heavy, it was at least better than before.
Then, she raised her head a little and looked in the direction of the bedside table.
There, there was a pistol for self-defense, a magic dagger and a photo frame.
In the photo frame are three young girls, smiling and posing for the camera.
Standing in the middle is the gentle and elegant blond lady Isabel, standing on her left is Milika who carelessly made a "V" gesture, and on the right is a submissive, rather reserved-looking big-breasted girl.
Jasmine.
This is a souvenir black-and-white photo taken shortly after enrolling in school. It is currently placed in Milika's room.
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Milika lay listlessly on the bed and just looked at the photo, until the next second she seemed to suddenly see an extremely blurry figure behind her through the reflection of sunlight seeping through the gaps in the curtains.
"who?!"
Her pupils shrank slightly, but her movements were as fast as lightning. She leaned forward and grabbed the pistol on the cabinet, turned on the safety, and turned around in one go. However, the movements of the figure behind her were even faster, even exceeding the limits of human beings. But
In an instant, an extremely powerful palm suddenly clasped on her wrist.
That terrifying power instantly awakened Milika's fear, causing her to press the trigger uncontrollably. However, the person in front of her had already predicted it and put his finger on the back of the trigger, completely preventing the trigger from moving.
"Woo!"
Milika struggled for a moment, and seeing that she was still resisting, the man in front of her suddenly spoke softly,
"Milica, it's me."
Listening to that familiar voice, Milika's body stiffened slightly, and then she looked up in disbelief at the man in front of her, only to see the tall man in front of her wearing a suit, with neatly styled black hair, and a pair of black
His eyes also looked bright and bright
"Teacher Fisher Fisher?! It's you!!"
It was Fisher Benavidez who changed his face back to its original state and sneaked all the way into the church.
Seeing that she recognized him, Fisher gently let go of her hand holding the pistol, raised his finger to his lips, and whispered,
"Shh, be careful not to attract others."
But Milica looked extremely excited when she looked at the long-awaited man in front of her. She trembled, and the next second, with Fisher's extremely shocked expression, she threw herself into his arms and held him.
hugged me tightly,
"Teacher Fisher! Is it really you?!"
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At this moment, Fisher's reaction is still unknown, but Emhardt in his arms suddenly turned into a dead fish-eye when he felt the real embrace, and even repeated the sentence in his heart,
"Yes, yes, I am your student again."
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