In the end, the conspiracy between the two did not achieve substantial results. Although Alice does not believe that there are people without weaknesses in the world, the lovely Metien said so. Can you not believe it? Anyway, she
Believe it.
Although he didn't think of a way, Metien made a tentative decision to organize the seven-day ceremony first and not delay it due to other things. Otherwise, his father who stayed in the church would also be disappointed.
Alice was naturally very supportive of this, and then she went back to sleep. After all, Ringer, a good brother who cared about her sister, was already outside the door urging Meridian to turn off the lights and rest early. As a maid, could she still disobey her employer?
Order? That is something only rebellious officials and traitors do, and she disdains it.
However, even such a loyal maid still couldn't get a good night's sleep.
……
When Alice was awakened from her sleep, it was still dark. Through the narrow window, which was about a foot square, she could see some gray-white haze, like the cold moonlight in a dream, or like the night before dawn.
Dawn, depression, gloom.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes and muttered in a low voice, complaining about who stayed up so late at night and disturbed her dreams. Then Ringer's voice came from outside the door: "Go downstairs."
He spoke concisely and concisely, as if every word he said to Alice would be contaminated with something dirty: "Come and help."
Then the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
This guy really cherishes his words like gold.
Alice cursed in her heart, resisting her sleepiness and put on a maid outfit - the original outfit had become pajamas - hung her beloved game console and cassette storage box on her belt, and grabbed the headphones on the side and put them on her head
On the bed, the silver-white rabbit ears with a sense of technology completely separated the master from those ordinary maids. Suddenly, he felt a sense of accomplishment that the transformation of a tokusatsu hero was completed. After posing in a few unexplained poses, he opened the door and left with satisfaction.
, walked downstairs.
When she arrived at the chapel on the first floor, Alice discovered that not only Ringer but also Metien were there, and both brother and sister had new skins... I mean, they both had new clothes.
Lin Ge was wearing a simple priest's robe. Probably because of his age, the white color on the fabric was not pure, as if it was stained with the dust of the years. But the exquisite workmanship, gold thread pattern, and silver system
chain, a shawl covering the shoulders and elbows, and a row of elegant metal buttons on the chest, which can still prove that this priest's robe has a good origin. Paired with Ringer's usual calm expression, it makes him look more elegant than usual
Serious, solemn.
Metien wore a suit modified from a nun's uniform, with the hem cut off and replaced with a light skirt, white stockings and black boots, which not only facilitated movement, but also made her appear more energetic. Worth it.
One thing to mention is that she does not wear a veil like ordinary nuns, so her pink middle hair is incompatible with the overall black nun's uniform, but it also has an unusual sense of harmony, which feels contradictory to the senses.
Emotionally, I feel...it seems to be quite suitable for her.
On the walls on both sides, the rusty copper candlesticks were lit with candles at some point. They were long white candles used for formal occasions. Twenty-four white candles illuminated the chapel together, and even the firelight was filled with something sacred.
The atmosphere. Linge dressed as a priest stood behind the altar, directly in front of the statue of the goddess, while Metien dressed as a nun sat on the oak bench in the front row, with his head slightly lowered, as if praying. p>
The changes in clothing and atmosphere finally made Alice realize that she was in a church being watched by gods.
After hearing her footsteps going downstairs, the two brothers and sister looked at her at the same time. Ringer said nothing, while Metien stretched out his hand and waved, calling her over: "Sister Alice, here."
It was clearly late at night, but she seemed very energetic and not sleepy at all.
As Alice walked over, she looked at Ringer behind the altar and asked doubtfully: "What happened to wake me up suddenly? I just skipped the novice tutorial and was about to go on a killing spree!" p>
There were some weird sleep talk again, but Linge turned a deaf ear and simply uttered three words from his mouth: "Seven days of ritual."
Alice became even more confused: "It's not dawn yet, is it?"
In my impression, those who secretly hold rituals late at night are usually shady cults. Could it be that...
"The service starts during the day, but we need to make preparations now." Medien spoke in time, interrupting her random thoughts.
Lin Ge was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy. He took out a somewhat worn registration book and a pen from the drawer of the altar, and said to her: "You stand here and are responsible for the registration."
"Register for what?"
Alice, who was confused, took the register from his hand, and Ringer, who gave up his position to her, walked towards the kitchen, and when he came back, he already had a mop and a rag in his hand. Metien was well-behaved.
He ran over and took the rag from his hand, and then the brother and sister worked together to start cleaning. Ringer was responsible for mopping the floor, and Metien was responsible for wiping the oak benches, trying to make the church clean before the service started.
Neat.
"So this is what I was preparing for." Seeing this scene, Alice nodded as if she had a sudden realization, completely unaware of how derelict she was as a maid.
Anyway, it was Ringer who made me stand here.
In the spirit of "absolutely obeying the employer's orders", she accepted this setting with peace of mind. Then she opened the registration book in her hand and took a look at it. She found that it was all registration information about church relief, but compared with the formal
For relief agencies, it is relatively rough. The information about the recipients only has one name, and sometimes there is no name at all. They only use "street occupation" as a title, such as "Old Sailor of Berming Street", "Yorkshire Porter"
", and "The Tramp on Lakeside Street" - if vagabond can be considered a profession.
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As for the relief materials, in addition to the common "four loaves of black bread and half a pint of milk", you can also see records such as "received two pieces of old clothes", "received an old sheet", "received half a bundle of linen"
, there are few examples of direct monetary relief, but every time it appears, the amount is large, and there will be a detailed description, such as the record Alice saw: Mrs. Maggie of Pine Street, received 2 pounds 10 shillings.
, to treat the fever of the younger son Tom, the "People's Public Hospital" in Whitechapel District has relevant hospitalization records, which can be supported.
The time was six months ago, when Tianxin Church had not been affected by the "Religious Decree".
Looking through these records, Alice's mood gradually changed from curiosity to surprise at the beginning, and finally turned into another more complex emotion: she had heard from Metien before that as long as she was willing to enter the Tianxin Church to listen to the gospel of the goddess,
People, whether they are believers or not, can receive bread and milk. If the same is true for these people in the registration book, then Tianxin Church is not a church at all, but is clearly a pure relief organization!
Ringer, on the other hand, has maintained this relief organization until now by relying on his own strength without any external support. Without the "Religious Decree", it might have been maintained for much longer, until one day he could no longer
Until the time comes.
Alice did not have any understanding of the difficulty of running a relief organization, but she knew what kind of era she was living in: this was the 19th century steam age when capitalism was most prevalent, the gap between rich and poor was widest, and materialism and hedonism were the most serious.
In this era, it is difficult to be a rich person, a good person or a smart person, but it is very easy to be a poor person, a bad person or a stupid person.
Is Ringer a good person? Or a fool?
Alice couldn't tell clearly, but she suddenly had an idea: Could it be that Ringer was so determined to close Tianxin Church not because of financial pressure or the "Religious Decree", but because...
He is already very tired?
It’s normal to want to take a rest when you feel tired, and no one can blame you.
So, is it wrong for Medien to deliberately try to keep the church? This is a relic left by her father, her home, and her faith. Why should she be criticized by others when she has not made any mistakes?
Determine fate?
So, the real world is really complicated. It would be great if it were as simple as a game. I don’t have to worry about what is right or wrong or what my political beliefs are. Just tell me where the enemy is and how many I want to kill.
Of course, we don’t rule out some shit games that make choices based on the player’s head. That’s a different story.
Alice didn't like to play shit games. She glanced at Ringer who was silently mopping the floor, and Metien who was diligently cleaning chairs on her right. She suddenly felt that she was particularly sinful, caught in the middle, and was in a dilemma, so she sighed helplessly.
One breath.
The sigh reached the ears of the two brothers and sisters, but Ringer was indifferent, while Medien raised his head, blinked his cute big eyes and asked: "What's the matter, Sister Alice?"
"No, it's nothing." Alice laughed dryly: "I was just wondering, how long will it take to start?"
"It's almost there, um, in about an hour or two."
It happened to be dawn at that time.
Alice nodded and continued to look through the register in her hand. She didn't notice that the silver-white cube surface of the SLP game console hanging on her waist was flashing with faint blue fluorescence. The flashing frequency was exactly the same.
It coincides with the frequency of her breathing and heartbeat, as if a soul in the dark is responding to someone's call and is about to wake up.
If only the world were a game... This is not the first time that the girl has had similar thoughts, but she may not know that at certain times, strong human emotions will trigger changes in destiny.