Chapter 27: Does the reporter who suddenly came to your door have any intentions?
A minute later, Alice and Metien stood in the chapel on the first floor, facing the woman who called herself Fiyali, and looked at each other speechlessly.
She is about 20 years old, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a delicate appearance. She always has a friendly smile on her face, which is easy to make people like her. She wears a brown jacket, black trousers, cowhide boots, and a soft canvas headband.
Hat, dressed simply and smartly. What is particularly noticeable is that on her chest, there is a small piece of paper, which looks like some kind of ID, and it says -
"Fairy Jane Edward, a full-time reporter at the Linwell City Public Newspaper and a special commentator on the column of the Evening Citizen, is pleased to meet you." She smiled and stretched out her hand to Metien, her tone as calm and composed as if she were
He is the owner here: "I hope we can have a pleasant conversation."
"Uh."
Meridian, who was completely caught up in her rhythm, reached out hesitantly and shook her hand: "Hello, I, I am Meridian, nice to meet you..."
Tsk.
Alice, who couldn't stand it anymore, took a step forward, calmly separated the two people's hands, and then raised her eyebrows at this uninvited guest: "Hello, I'm Alice, I don't know if I should be happy or not.
I get to know you. Anyway, polite words aside, what did you mean by the 'pleasant conversation' you just mentioned?"
Miss Fialli, who was intervened in the conversation, didn't care about this seemingly rude move. Her eyes first stopped at the pair of very recognizable silver rabbit ears on Alice's head, and then moved down naturally, landing on Alice's head.
Alice replied with a smile on her face: "As you can see, I am a reporter, so naturally I am here for an interview."
"Interview?"
Alice frowned when she heard this: "I didn't know I was already so famous."
This was not meant to be an interview with you.
Fiyali's smile was still polite: "The person I want to interview is the pastor of the Holy Goddess Sect and the owner of Tianxin Church, Mr. Ringer. As far as I know, he should live here. I hope I am not wrong." "You did not go wrong. The only problem is that Ringer is not here. He went to work." Alice spread her hands, using this gesture to express regret and advice: "Besides, I don't know what interview value he has. With his character
, I estimate that if you ask ten questions, he might reply you with one sentence."
Is this what a maid should say?
Feiyali almost couldn't hold back her smile, but when she saw that Metien next to her had no intention of correcting her, she suddenly realized that the maid in front of her might not just be a maid, she was probably...that Pastor Linge.
lover?
Well, this kind of situation is not uncommon, especially within those sects with strict disciplines. They usually require their clergy to be clean and not marry and have children in order to maintain the purity of their faith. But the purer the faith, the less desires.
The purer they are, therefore these strictly restricted clergy are more likely than ordinary people to embark on the path of greed for worldly stimulation, and sometimes even distort their desires and fall into an abyss unimaginable beyond reason. People like Pastor Ringo who are still
Those who like lively adolescent girls are already a normal type, which is simply touching.
Alice didn't know that she had successfully transformed from a "maid" into the secret lover of the Sanwu priest in just two or three sentences. She was still waiting for the reporter's explanation. In fact, she already had some guesses in her mind. After all, what happened recently
, it’s just one thing that’s worth a reporter’s visit.
"I would like to interview Pastor Linge about his views on the "Religious Decree"." Fiyali confirmed her guess as soon as she opened her mouth: "You two should know that in recent days, the City Parish Committee and Linwei
The Municipal Religious Mutual Aid Association's negotiations on supplementary regulations to the "Religious Act" have become a hot topic among citizens. So far, most churches in the city are still in a wait-and-see mode, patiently waiting for the results of the negotiations. Only one
Except for the church, that is..."
"That is our Holy Goddess Religion."
Alice crossed her arms and her wise eyes had seen through everything: "So you came here to gain some popularity and plan to make big news?"
Although she didn’t know what the buzz meant, Feiyali could still understand the words “making big news”. As a conscientious reporter, she would never admit that her intentions were so sinister, so she quickly shook her head:
"No, no, no, it's not what you think, Miss Alice. I'm just curious. It's clear that the results of the negotiations haven't come out yet, and things can still turn around. Why has Mr. Ringer made such a choice? Is there any reason behind this?
Are there unspeakable secrets that we don’t know about? What kind of tangled thinking did he go through when he made this decision? I personally think this is good news material, and besides-"
She glanced at Metien quietly and said carefully: "According to my investigation, Tianxin Church has been committed to charity and relief for more than ten years since its establishment, and has received the support of many citizens in the Holy Cross District and Baicheng District.
I agree. I think it is a pity that such a socially responsible church was forced to close just because of the restrictions of the Religious Act, and it is also a great loss to the city of Linville. So, if you don’t mind, I
, including the public newspapers I represent, are willing to do their best for this matter. Just by appealing in newspapers, we can definitely attract more citizens' attention and gain greater support for the survival of Tianxin Church..."<
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The pink-haired little girl's eyes lit up, and she seemed to be moving, but Alice blocked her in front of her, not giving her a chance to speak. She said to the reporter: "It sounds good, but the problem is still the same, Ringer is not here
, you can come back another day."
"It doesn't matter." Fiyali refused to give up: "Although Mr. Ringer is not here, if you two are willing to accept my interview, the same effect can be achieved..."
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"Really? I don't believe it."
Alice used a famous quote to kill the reporter's idea of continuing to fight.
Fiyali's expression stiffened, and her smile was not as calm as before: "Well, it seems that I was abrupt, and I'm very sorry. However, I still want to try and ask Mr. Ringer's opinion face to face.
So, can you allow me to stay here for a while until Mr. Ringer comes back?"
Wow, this reporter is really difficult to deal with. As expected of a Western... Bah, a reporter from the Western Continent.
Alice was amazed and surprised at the same time, and asked in confusion: "Are you very free?"
Angry!
The reporter lady, who had been verbally abused since she entered the door, twitched her eyebrows, and there seemed to be veins popping out on her forehead. In a place that Alice and Metien didn't notice, a cruel light flashed in the depths of her eyes.
, the blood in the body is about to stir... The "vampire" who has been promoted recently cannot control his emotions well. At this moment, he really wants to tear this annoying face in front of him into pieces.
But suddenly, her mind recalled the adult's instructions and his cold warning, and the burning anger was suddenly extinguished like a cold wind passing by.
Those black gods of death, the lackeys of the sect, are most likely hiding in the dark, watching every move they make.
If you were caught by the night watchman while transforming into a vampire, your life as a reporter would be over, right?
Therefore, although Alice's verbal violence was chilling, she still managed to squeeze out a stiff smile, which warmed the cold moon in Linwell City: "Thank you for your concern, but I have no other work for the time being." The last sentence was squeezed out almost word by word through her teeth. Alice was a little nervous when she heard it, and couldn't help but shudder. She pulled Meridian and stepped back: "Then you are free, but
I'm warning you not to use any crooked ideas. This church is guarded by someone. I'm familiar with the police officer who patrols the streets. I'll ask him to come and check your press credentials later..."
She chattered endlessly, making Fiyali upset and angry. In the end, Metien, who couldn't bear it anymore, came out to carry out justice and pulled her aside, and then restored the reporter's peace.
This guy is pretty, but he has some brain problems.
Fiari finally breathed a sigh of relief and randomly chose an oak bench to sit down. She raised her head and looked at the statue of the goddess standing in the middle of the chapel. She seemed to be in a trance, but she was thinking secretly in her heart: No matter what, there is no way for these two people to do anything.
I sensed the aura of magic on my body, and the statue in front of me had no power of faith. Among the many churches I had seen in my life, it was really shabby.
In order to unite against the sect, the Spiritual Prayer Society chose to spread the secret of refining magic to the world. All the churches in the Western Continent benefited from it, but they were also complicit. And among them, there were ignorant and innocent people. Isn't this a wonderful thing?
?How did a church like this, which has no extraordinary heritage and no power of faith, continue to this day? Could it be that some political parties in the parliament were outcasts and fell into this situation?
The more Feiyali thought about it, the weirder she felt, but she knew that she couldn't get any useful information from the two girls in front of her. I'm afraid she would have to wait until Pastor Ringo came back to get a clue.
So, she waited patiently, and tried hard to keep her sitting posture upright and her expression serious during the process, so as not to let the annoying golden-haired maid find another excuse to cause trouble.
At the same time, Alice and Metien were huddled in the corner of the chapel, exchanging something furtively.
"I don't like that guy."
The golden-haired maid who was already resented by the reporter got straight to the point: "I always feel that she is not a good person."