"That's it for this class. You guys take a break first. I will teach the goddess's teachings later, starting from where I left off last time. You must listen to the class carefully, right?"
Lin Ge stood outside the door and waited for a few minutes until he heard Saint Xalia's voice coming from inside. Then he gently knocked on the copper-plated door knocker, and a gentle reply soon came from inside: "Please come in. It’s get out of class time now.”
Her tone really sounded like a teacher's, and she seemed to have gradually adapted to her new identity.
Ringer opened the door and walked in. As expected, the first floor still had the layout of the Tianxin Church. Even the height of the copper candlesticks on the walls on both sides was exactly the same as the position of the altar in the center - except that the latter had now become a holy altar.
Next to Shalia's podium, there was a small blackboard. What was written on it was not the course content, but cute simple drawings.
The students sat on the basswood benches where believers used to listen to the seven-day liturgy to listen to the lectures, with blank notes and pens resting on their knees. This scene reminded Ringer of the Sunday school run by the church, but the classes here were
The students were not the poor children supported by the church, but some girls who still believed in the existence of love and hope. Ringer even saw a few incongruous figures from behind - Mr. Rabbit in the hotel, a few pots of magic plants, and even
A gloomy rotten wood demon sat quietly on the bench in the corner.
The believers of the original sect once said that "knowledge is not limited to rich or poor", but here it is not limited to race. It is difficult to say which party is more noble, but at least they are both making the world a better place.
Lin Ge's arrival attracted the attention of the students. Metien waved her hand happily. Lin Ge nodded to her and then turned his attention to Saint Xalia on the podium, but he entered earlier than Saint Xalia.
What the young man saw was the statue of the goddess behind the altar.
The former Tianxin Church also had such a statue of the goddess. Mr. Yang Ke asked a famous carver in Linville City to make it. The face of the goddess was hidden under the veil, and her silent eyes revealed a kind of compassion.
And the loving gaze seemed to be pitying every child He left in the world. The statue in front of him was not only similar overall, but there were no deviations in the details. It even made Ringer feel that this was the original statue.
Moreover, this statue is about three meters high by visual inspection. How did Rorona refine it from the half-human-high alchemy cauldron and then move it here? Is alchemy really that magical?
?
Lin Ge couldn't figure it out and simply stopped thinking about it.
He came to the podium from the aisle between two rows of basswood benches. Saint Xalia was reviewing the content of the next class. When she saw him, her eyes suddenly turned into thin crescents: "You come here
Are you going to watch them in class, Ringer?"
Lin Ge nodded, but then shook his head: "That's right, I mainly want to discuss something with you."
"what is the matter?"
"Can you let me take classes here for a few days?"
After Lin Ge revealed his intention, Sheng Xia Liya's face showed a surprised expression at first, but she quickly agreed happily: "Of course, I welcome you!"
She didn't even ask Ringer why.
Actually, it was mainly for Leticia.
There is no way to communicate with her through normal means, but because of Neville's entrustment, Linger must stay with her at least until the next full moon night, so this method can only be chosen. If it is just for class,
I believe that the sensitive and suspicious vampire girl will not have much resistance.
Although the very fact of taking classes made her very resistant, that was her own problem, not Ringer's.
Saint Xalia didn't know the inside story. To her, as long as Linger was willing to come here to teach everyone, it was a very good thing. It might mean that some kind of positive change was taking place in the minds of young people. She asked
: "Then what lesson do you want to teach everyone, Ringe? Explain the teachings of the goddess?"
While she was speaking, she gently touched the scriptures on the podium with her fingers. The soft and delicate touch of the paper came to her fingertips. There were many traces of turning on it. Some were old, relics from many years ago; while some were new.
Only stayed for the past few days.
This scripture was originally obtained by St. Shalia from Linge. It is a good thing that it has been returned to its original owner.
But Ringer shook his head and said: "No, you should teach this class. I will just give them a few history lessons."
"history class?"
There was a bit of doubt in Saint Xalia's eyes, and a bit of surprise. The former was because she didn't understand why Linge refused so decisively. He was originally the priest of the goddess, so he was naturally more suitable than anyone else to explain this scripture.
The latter was because she knew about Ringe's experience of teaching at St. Lowood National School from Metien. The young man at that time seemed to be a history teacher.
Should we say that he has forgotten his old business, or that he has resumed his old business?
The young man didn't think it was that complicated. He just liked his identity as a history teacher more than a pastor. Although there was no textbook, the knowledge he learned in those years had already been deeply imprinted in his mind, and he could cope with several lower grades.
The little girls and a group of aliens who have not received systematic sex education are more than enough.
"Okay then." Saint Xalia did not have to change Ringer's wishes, and nodded lightly: "Can you wait for a while? After I finish teaching them, you will explain the history lesson to them.
Bar."
"kindness."
Ringer didn't have any objections. He found a seat and sat down, just behind his sister. Metien was very happy and seemed to want to chat with him, but by then the recess was over, and a Mr. Rabbit rang the hook.
The tinkling sound of the wind chimes under the porch announced the start of the next class.
It is common sense and a rule not to make noise in class. The pink-haired little girl will not violate it, so she immediately sits down and listens to Saint Shalia's teachings about the goddess. She talks about the seventh chapter of the canon.
In the fifth section, the goddess warns the creatures on the earth not to be overwhelmed by despair, but to be full of hope at all times, because what you hope for will surely shine with new light in the future...
In fact, Ringer had heard these teachings from his adoptive father, Mr. Yang Ke, when he was a silent eldest child. But now when he listens to Saint Xalia, he has a different feeling in his heart. It seems that his mood at that time and his mood at this time are not the same.
There are subtle differences, but what exactly is the difference? The young people themselves don't know, and in the end they can only classify it as an illusion.
He quietly observed the students' reactions and found that everyone listened attentively, even Leticia, who hated class the most. She lowered her head, carefully wrote and drew in her notebook, and recorded Saint Shalia's story.
Include the parts or experiences that interest you.
Does she want to find out what the sound is that keeps lingering in her ears?
At this time, Metien finally couldn't help it anymore. She took advantage of Saint Xalia's concentration on the lecture, secretly leaned back, then grabbed the notebook with both hands, covered her mouth, and used it very lightly,
But the voice that happened to be heard by Linge said: "How about it, Linge, is it exactly the same as the previous Tianxin Church?"
"Yes." Lin Ge did not remind her that she should concentrate on class, but lowered her voice and replied: "I never thought you could do this."
"Hehe." Medien smiled sheepishly: "Sister Rorona is all helping. I just drew a few drawings."
"By the way, Ringer." She suddenly remembered something and asked, "Now that the church has been rebuilt, will you still hold seven-day ceremonies here in the future?"
"..."
This question caused Ringer to fall into silence. After a while, he shook his head imperceptibly and said: "Although the appearance is exactly the same, this is no longer the Tianxin Church, Metien."
"Linge..."
"This is a classroom, so just concentrate on the class."
"oh."
Metien's low reply came from the front row.
The two didn't talk anymore.
Only the voice of St. Charia narrating the goddess's teachings still echoed gently in the sunlight of the domes, corridors and stained glass windows.