Chapter 28: Is your psychological quality very poor?
"How do you know she is not a good person, Sister Alice?" Medien blinked her emerald eyes, looking very innocent and innocent: "I think she is a very nice person and is here to help us."
"Not all those who come to help you are good people."
Alice pretended to be an experienced person and taught the pink-haired little girl: "Linge has accepted the conditions of the city and parish committee and announced to the believers that Tianxin Church will be closed. If you still publish it in the newspaper at this time, you will be kidnapped.
To say it's going back on one's word is to say it's a stab in the back. Do you think the people who united the religious orders will just let it go?"
There is no such thing as "backstabbing" in this era, but it can be understood from the literal meaning. Metien nodded in understanding: "It seems that it is indeed not good. The goddess once taught us to treat others with integrity and not to lie.
Deception."
The Goddess’ Chicken Soup for the Soul is so delicious that you never get tired of it.
Alice deeply felt that the child was teachable, nodded with satisfaction, lowered her voice, and made an irresponsible guess: "I estimate that this reporter should be someone sent by the religious mutual aid association, who wants to use our Tianxin Church to make use of the topic.
Their reputation creates momentum for their negotiations!”
"How could this happen?" Metien didn't quite believe it: "Isn't it because the Mutual Aid Association is trying to fight for everyone's interests that it stands on the opposite side of the United Order?"
"The problem is that Tianxin Church has accepted the control of the "Religious Decree", so in their eyes, it no longer belongs to the ranks of 'everyone', and naturally there is no need to protect your interests." Alice was talking nonsense, but...
He also said seriously: "On the contrary, it is more appropriate to use it as a sacrificial chess piece."
The pink-haired little girl suddenly panicked: "Then what should we do, sister Alice?"
"Nothing to do."
Alice spread her hands: "I've rejected her, right? Now I just need to wait for Ringer to come back and reject her again. I think she will give up. Then she will wait for the result of the negotiation. If the negotiation goes well, Tianxin
The church will naturally be reborn; even if the negotiations fail, as the church that was the first to respond to the "Religious Decree", I think the religious group will give it some preferential treatment. In other words, no matter how the plot develops, we can win."
She clenched her fists and looked confidently: "Now we just wait and wait, and we will win, win, win!"
Metien looked troubled: "Although what you said makes sense, Sister Alice, I'm worried that Ringer will not refuse Miss Fiyali's interview."
"Why?"
"Because Ringer is a very gentle person." Metien said this sentence for the second time in a matter-of-fact tone: "So he never refuses other people's requests."
Alice: "..."
The pink-haired little girl always insists on protecting her brother's Asasi character. She really makes me cry to death.
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But character design is not something you just talk about. For example, Alice's "genius player" character design is not something that she brags about verbally, but is unanimously recognized by netizens on the 28th century Earth by posting game guides (referring to sharing bugs).
After years of hard work (referring to staying up late playing games), I am qualified to undertake it.
As for whether Ringo is qualified to assume the role of Asasi, judging from the current plot performance, it is still very uncertain.
While waiting, the three of them were not idle.
Alice pretended, holding a broom, and passed by the reporter many times in the name of cleaning, secretly observing her every move. The more she observed, the more certain she was about her suspicions. She felt that this guy looked suspicious and acted strangely, and wanted to
I opened my mouth to chase people away but couldn't find an excuse. For the first time, I was looking forward to Ringer's return home.
Metien was a very polite child. Even though he knew that the other party had bad intentions, he still thoughtfully made tea and brought a plate of snacks to show his hospitality. But Fiyali only took a symbolic sip.
She took a sip of tea but turned a blind eye to the snacks on the plate, probably to keep in shape. What a sad woman.
When Alice passed by while cleaning, she grabbed a handful, put it in her mouth and chewed it, making a "click, click, click" sound; when she passed by again, she grabbed a handful again and pretended as if nothing had happened. This happened two or three times.
When she came down, the plate was empty. Fiyali's eyebrows were twitching, and her anger level was rising: This maid not only has a brain problem, but also has no manners at all. It's really too much!
Even Metien couldn't stand it and whispered: "Sister Alice, please stop doing this..."
Very embarrassing.
Alice wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of her mouth, threw them on the floor she had just cleaned, and said plausibly: "I didn't do anything. You can't wrongly accuse a good person."
All of a sudden, Metien was left speechless.
Just when the two wanted to discuss the gap between "good people" and "Alice" in depth, the door of the chapel was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the remaining light of dusk fell along the crack of the pushed door, passing through
The central aisle falls on the statue of the goddess, casting a dim and hazy veil over the silence of the stone carving.
The three people in the chapel subconsciously looked back at the door. A thin figure stood at the door against the bloody light at dusk, as if bathing in a deep red river. He took off his hat and gently dusted it off.
, with his trademark flat voice as soon as he opened his mouth: "I'm back, Metien. And Alice, what are you doing here?"
"Linge!" A smile of genuine joy bloomed on the pink-haired little girl's face: "Thank you for your hard work, welcome home!"
"Linge!" The golden retriever maid's face also burst into a smile of true joy: "You have worked hard, welcome home!"
Ringer nodded slightly to his sister, and when it was Alice's turn, she frowned: "Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Angry!
Alice, who was subjected to workplace violence, tightened her grip on the broom in her hand, her anger burning in her sweet dimples. The reporter behind her couldn't hold back her laughter, but she finally held it in, stood up, and nodded to the real owner of Tianxin Church.
Greeting: "Hello, I am Fiyali, a reporter from the Public Newspaper. I am very happy to meet you, Pastor Ringer."
"Reporter of a public newspaper? What do you do?" Ringer said: "Also, I am no longer the pastor of Tianxin Church, you can just call me by my name."
Feiyali smiled brightly, and the press card on her chest reflected a little under the refraction of the twilight: "That would be too rude. Besides, I believe that your current experience is only temporary and you will soon see a turn for the better. Instead of arriving there
Isn’t it more appropriate to change your words when the time comes? It’s better to develop a habit now.”
"A turning point?" Ringer raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly understood the purpose of this reporter's visit. He shook his head and said: "I don't want to emphasize the obvious things many times, but, Miss Fiyali, if
If you are here to interview me about my opinion on the "Religious Decree", my answer is that I have no opinion, please come back."
Yesyesyes!
Ringer lived up to expectations and successfully removed the Asasi label from her body, proving her worth. A certain golden-haired maid seemed to have just won the championship in a community competition, cheering silently and feeling proud.
Metien's mood was a little complicated. On the one hand, he felt that refusing the interview was actually a good thing. On the other hand, he felt that refusing without mercy was not at all Asasi and not at all like his usual brother.
But Fialli would not give up easily: "Why don't you think about it again, Pastor Linge? Although the circulation of our "Citizen Evening News" is not large, it still has a certain influence among the citizens of Linwell City, and,
We have always been known for our good reputation and will never fabricate facts or make false reports. You can put aside your worries and trust our sincerity. Or do you have something unspeakable and it is not convenient for you to express your feelings?"
The last sentence had a meaning, but Ringer would not fall for such a simple sowing discord. His calm brow showed a direct and sharp indifference: "Not everyone who meets me for the first time has to chat with me for a few words."
I mean it from the bottom of my heart, Miss Fairy."
"I didn't mean to offend you."
"So what does it mean?"
"I just think that you, and your church, may need help..."
"Tianxin Church does not need any help from anyone."
His attitude was firm, and Feiyali could not change it. After a moment of silence, she changed her mind: "So, what if I came here to understand the teachings of your religion? I think a devout pastor like you would not neglect a pastor.
The sincerity of the believer?"
What a difficult woman.
Do you think this can shake my resolve?
I, Ringer, am not some useless snack from Asasi!
"Shut up." Ringer glanced at Alice, who was playing tricks on him behind his back. The latter said "Oh" and stepped aside honestly. Then he looked at Fiyali again and said, "I'm sorry."
, not very convenient."
"Why?" Fiyali was unwilling to give in: "As far as I know, the "Religious Decree" only limits the right to preach in public places, and has no provisions for small-scale preaching in private..."
"It has nothing to do with religious laws, it's just my personal reasons."
Lin Ge blocked her next words and said coldly: "Miss Fiyali, people like you had better focus more on their own work and not speculate on other people's thoughts. Talk about it.
If I live my life, I will feel happy; if I talk about the news, the newspaper will feel happy; if I don’t talk about anything, I will feel happy.”
After he finished speaking, he walked inside, passed through the central aisle, and passed by the journalist with a stiff smile: "Now, please go back."
Medien's eyes moved back and forth between her brother's back and Fialli's face, and she made a choice without much hesitation. She bowed deeply to the reporter, said sorry, and then chased after her.
Si Ze spread her palms, opened her mouth, and said silently: So, that's it.
Angry!
Faced with Alice's provocation, Fiyali's mind was once again filled with uncontrollable rage. She lowered her head, a cruel and cruel light flashed in the depths of her gloomy blue eyes, and her fingers were slightly bent.
There is an uncomfortable cold air exuding from the whole body, as if it can't wait to tear open this disgusting face and taste the fragrance of warm blood.
At this time, Lin Ge, who was walking by the goddess statue, seemed to notice something. He stopped and turned around to cast a cold gaze. He stood quietly in the blood-like dusk, without any movement, just staring deeply.
But it seemed to convey an invisible force, easily penetrating the barriers built by the outside world, strangling the heart of the greedy person, causing her soul to be like a downpour, instantly cooling to a low temperature below the cold moon.
What's going on with this momentum!?
After a slight tremor, the reporter slowly raised her head, with a forced smile on her face: "In that case, then I won't bother you."
"Goodbye!"
She fled the church in a hurry, staggering a little and almost falling. Alice looked at her stumbling back and scratched her hair in confusion: What happened?
Are the psychological qualities of today’s reporters so fragile?