When you stand on any street in Linville City, there must be a revelation from the past that makes you hear the low sobs of the dead.
The sad wilderness outside the city still lingers with the sound of crying. Here, fate is ups and downs, and people have seen the spiers of floating ruins trembling in the "scareful sea of mist". In essence, people are pushed by the waves of fate, deep and deep.
Trapped in the mire and filth, completely losing sight of myself.
In the past, when there was heavy fog, people regarded the city as a hidden monster, inflicting original evil.
Now, Saint Xalia saw the appearance of the monster again.
The road leading to the green space on the outskirts of the city was crowded with people. She was in the center of the crowd, but it was as thin as if it had never existed before. There was a silent noise that was about to engulf all living beings. Only her lamb was facing this.
I turned a blind eye to the scene, standing under the mud and huge ferns, paving the stone slabs of the street with my hooves, trying to eat the roots buried tens of thousands of years ago.
"Don't be playful, little sheep." She softly called her companion who had accompanied her across half of the continent, and told it: "We have more important things to do."
The thread of fate is winding and extending in corners that mortals cannot see.
"We have to find her as soon as possible."
The lamb seemed to understand her words, turned around and barked twice, and then chased the direction in which the line extended. Saint Xalia followed behind it, going against the crowd, like a small fish swimming upstream, blending in
Among the splashing waves, it is inconspicuous.
For some reason, the moment she turned to leave, what appeared in her mind was a calm face, with short silver-gray hair and light golden eyes, as clear and empty as a mirror, and everything reflected in it was
The appearance of others.
Where will the son of the man who accidentally ate the golden apple be now?
I wonder if he still remembers his advice.
I hope he can be vigilant and act carefully.
Because everything that human beings cannot resist is fate.
***
No. 24 St. Anton Street East, in the office on the third floor.
"I hope to become a history teacher at St. Lowood National School." Linge made his choice after careful consideration. Obviously, this choice was beyond Mr. Ronning's expectation.
The job of a clerical staff member of the Municipal Parish Council is an area that Ringo is familiar with, and the salary is better, more decent, and most importantly, there is room for advancement. It is suitable for a young man in his early twenties like Ringo. As for Ringo,
Although the job of a history teacher is not bad, it is far inferior in comparison.
"Would you like to think about it no more?" Lang Ning put down the ceramic teacup in his hand and said, "Perhaps what I just said misunderstood you. In fact, this job does not force you to become a believer in the seven righteous gods. We teach
Tuanlian never forces others to change their beliefs. I just hope that you can have a deeper understanding of our teachings while retaining your original beliefs. I think there will be no harm in your future work and life.
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"Thank you very much for your kindness." Ringer bowed his head slightly and apologized: "But I was originally more interested in history, so I chose it as a major subject in college. However, an accident happened later and I had to take over.
I regretfully gave up my position as the resident pastor of Tianxin Church. Now, life is just returning to its original track, which is also my expectation."
"Accident?" Lang Ning's expression moved slightly, as if he remembered something: "Are you referring to Mr. Yang Ke's case... I'm sorry, I made a mistake, please don't take it to heart."
"It doesn't matter." Ringer's expression did not change.
After such an episode, Lang Ning had no reason to persuade Ringer to change his decision, so he returned to the topic and said: "In that case, I respect your choice, and of course, you are always welcome to change your mind. St. Lowood National School
Over there, I will make contact for you, but you must tell me how many days it is expected to complete the closing of the church. This involves the handover of some procedures, which is quite cumbersome."
"The day after tomorrow." Ringer was as calm as if he was talking about someone else's church: "After the last seven-day ceremony, I will announce the news to everyone."
It is indeed a very sincere move to announce the closure of the church to all believers during the church’s weekly prayers. Mr. Langning nodded slightly: “It is indeed important to have a beginning and an end. During this period, I will wait for your reply.
By the way, I noticed one thing: you and your father, Mr. Yang Ke, were very focused on helping the poor when they were the resident pastors. So, have you ever considered converting the church into an almshouse? The cost is
Our church is jointly responsible and managed by us, but you are also qualified to participate in decision-making, and we are willing to pay you a rent of 5 pounds per week."
At this point, Mr. Langning chuckled: "If you agree, I would suggest naming the relief home 'Yang Ke Family's Relief Home'. This will allow you and Mr. Yang Ke's kindness to be passed on forever." To be honest, his proposal is very attractive.
For others.
Ringer did not hesitate this time: "Please forgive me for regretfully refusing."
His attitude was more determined than when he refused another job. Mr. Langning's expression remained unchanged and he did not ask for the reason. He just nodded lightly: "It seems that we can only choose another address."
Ringer asked: "Does the United Order intend to establish a new soup kitchen in Holy Cross or White City?"
Before that, there were several different relief agencies in this neighborhood, which were the property of the Kingdom's Ministry of Public Affairs.
"Yes, although we invested in the past, it was not large. Only today did we realize that compared to the hundreds of thousands of people in these two streets, the original public utilities are really insignificant. Therefore, it is time to do something
There have been changes. The Garden of Plants and Plants plans to build fifteen mission hospitals, eight public hospitals and three cheap medicine markets here, and will make a modest contribution."
As he spoke, Mr. Langning put his index finger and middle finger together, pressed them gently on his heart, and sighed with a rather pious expression: "This is also to spread the gospel of the hermit and to carry forward his wishes in the world."
With this gesture, it turns out that he is a believer of the Emerald Hermit.
Ringer thought.
The United Church is an alliance of seven righteous gods. They are the [Crimson Church] that believes in the Crimson Dragon God, the [Dark Night Sanctuary] that believes in the Queen of Tranquility, the [Death Prayer Meeting] that believes in the Embrace of Return, and the Purification of Sins.
The [Judgment Church] who believes in the aura, the [Initial Sect] who believes in the Master of the End, the [Calamity Mission] who believes in the Apocalypse Girl, and the [Grass Garden] who believes in the Emerald Hermit. Their believers usually do not wear any emblems.
Therefore, it can only be distinguished from the gesture of prayer.
Most of the believers of [Herb Garden] are doctors, pharmacists and gardeners. They grow and sell medicinal materials to the common people at low prices, establish church hospitals and public hospitals, regularly provide free clinics for patients who cannot afford medical fees, and pray for death.
They will also enjoy a high reputation in the hearts of the people at the bottom.
What's more important is that the pharmacist qualification exam that Metien really wanted to pass was issued by [Grass Garden]. They jointly developed this standard with the Western Continent Medical and Nursing Association.
"This is a good thing." He said: "Although I have no authority to represent the residents of these two streets, I would like to express my thanks in advance, Mr. Ronning."
Lang Ning nodded calmly.
Afterwards, the two exchanged some pleasantries, and then Linger said goodbye and left after having achieved his goal. He still had the last seven-day ceremony to host, and he also had an angry sister waiting to comfort him.
Before leaving, Mr. Langning seemed unable to relax, and once again seriously reminded him of the restrictions in the "Religious Decree": no churches should be opened, no large-scale prayer ceremonies should be held, and no group or public sex activities should be held in any public place.
mission.
However, it does not restrict individuals from maintaining their original beliefs, and there are no requirements for small-scale, private preaching.
It is really an ambiguous law, just like the emotional drama of the hero and heroine in a drama.
Ringer sighed a few words in his heart, and then left Mr. Langning's office. After he left, the room suddenly fell into silence. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the bloody setting sun swallowed most of the figure by the edge of the city building.
It was diluted again in the gloomy mist, and when it fell on the desk in front of the window, only a slight residual light remained.
The dignified and steady man stood silently in the center of the room for a while, then slowly walked to the desk, opened a locked drawer with the key he carried in his coat pocket, and took out a black notebook. He rubbed the edge of the paper,
I turned it over gently, and found a name written on each page. Finally, I turned to the page with Ringer written on it.
He picked up the pen with a gold cap on the table, sucked up the ink, and used the remaining light of dusk to write on the desk, adding content on the blank paper:
"The target does not reject the restrictions of the "Religious Decree" and actively proposes to close the church; he does not always talk about the name of God like other believers of old religions, and even pays more attention to himself than to God.
But on the other hand, he alone supports a declining church, insists on weekly prayer services and relief work, and is unwilling to rent out the idle church in exchange for money."
"This proves that the target may not be ungodly, but that his piety is reflected in other aspects, more essential aspects, which are similar to the concepts we adhere to internally."
"The target did not show any extraordinary abilities, and this is still the case when he mentioned his father. This may mean that the Holy Goddess Cult does not have any extraordinary way within the church, and they are just innocent churches affected by the law? It sounds incredible." p>
"The target's personal resume shows that he has no contact with animist believers such as the Spirit Prayer Society, nor has he had any contact with other illegal churches in Linville City. This basically excludes the possibility of possessing refined magic." p>
"The target has a rational way of thinking and clear logical thinking ability. Combined with his attitude towards faith, he may be a target that can be fought for. The only thing that needs to be noted is that he does not seem to be keen on religious matters - but as far as we are concerned
In terms of philosophy, it is precisely the most appropriate attitude. We can even think that he was born for our cause."
"To sum up, it is recommended that the target be observed, reviewed and assessed for a period of one to three years. If the Manpower Management Bureau has no objection, I will continue to contact him and gradually test his attitude."
"Reporter, Linville City, Apostle, Ronning Lavelle."
The sky turned completely dark.
Suddenly there was a mechanical clicking sound in the room.