Located at the confluence of three rivers and surrounded by a moat, Vizima's mornings are always accompanied by a mist.
Starting from four or five o'clock in the morning every day, this ancient city gradually wakes up from the deep night, gaining warmth in the crowds from sparse to noisy.
However, this morning seems different from usual.
In the central square of Vizima, a group of women wearing black coats, white shirts, and black skirts knelt on the ground, clasped their hands, and prayed silently.
Many idle people who had spent the night in the pub drinking a glass of rye gathered at the edge of the square and pointed at the wonderful scene inside.
"What are they doing? What kind of clothes are these?"
"Is it a prayer? I don't know."
"Oh my God! Look at that big black haired girl Big Ace! I love her so much!"
"You have good vision! Dick, I am willing to trade ten years of my life for a shot of her."
"Hey! Be quiet and learn to respect other people's beliefs."
"What kind of belief is this? Do they believe in the goddess of female sacrifice?"
"Speaking of which, why don't you go in?"
"I don't know, there seems to be a wall around them, so no one can get in."
The crowd was noisy. This group of idlers who had spent the night in the tavern gathered together and talked about anything.
However, for the most basic food and clothing, even beggars rarely stay idle in one place for a long time. After all, there are only a few who have the ability to concentrate on watching the excitement.
The idlers who gathered around the square in the morning gathered for a while, looked at the excitement, and then dispersed to go to work.
In the center of the square, women in black suits and short skirts always kneel and pray, and their posture does not change.
From sunrise to sunset.
At first, the people around were just strange, but until late at night, they kept kneeling there - which was a bit surprising.
Many people began to inquire about their identities. The news came from unknown sources, and people around the square learned that they were devout believers from the Capital Church.
Now, we are praying for the divine grace predicted by the Pope.
I heard that the dilapidated warehouse opposite the place where they knelt was the church where they worshiped before.
However, now that church has been artificially sealed, and the Pope of the Capital Church is alone in that dilapidated church, trying to communicate with the gods, and no one is allowed to disturb him.
Until the next morning, the believers continued to pray in the center of the square.
And I don’t know since when, the number of people praying with them has increased again - the same group of exquisite and beautiful young women.
Driven by the dual thoughts of curiosity and lust, early the next morning, before the fog had dissipated, many people came to the center of Vizima's inner city to watch. Many people even came from the outer city after hearing the news.
Came here.
I have no regrets since I came here.
——As the rumors said, they are all a group of young girls who look good-looking and well-groomed.
Although the clothes on their bodies are a bit strange, they outline their young and fit bodies. The simple black and white color scheme gives people a different kind of beauty.
More and more people gathered.
There were even many vendors pushing carts over to sell their goods.
The crowd became more and more noisy.
But the capital believers in the center of the square all knelt down and worshiped calmly, turning a deaf ear to the noise from the outside world.
As the time passed, the people around them came and went several times, but they still prayed devoutly, and no one had any water.
Only then did people suddenly wake up and realize that these women had been kneeling motionless for such a long time.
What's even more shocking is that their condition seems to be the same as at the beginning.
Whether it was the continuous kneeling and praying movements, or the long time without rest or food, it seemed that they could not leave the slightest mark on their bodies.
They were still praying silently.
The onlookers around them couldn't help but be moved by their behavior.
Even the gentlemen who came just because they were greedy for their bodies couldn't help but remain silent, as if some emotion was shaking in their hearts.
Seeing their pious and long prayers, everyone around them couldn't help but have similar questions in their hearts.
What kind of church can create such devout believers?
What does the capital church look like?
Whether intentional or not, this question took root and was deeply planted in my heart along with the ups and downs of shock in my heart.
However, no matter what the onlookers were thinking, the believers in the center of the square still maintained their posture of kneeling and praying, motionless.
However, they are not without changes.
From the first day, the idlers who had been squatting by the side and using their eyes to construct the physiological structure of the female human body and its corresponding movements in their minds, and synchronized the audio, suddenly discovered that the head of the plump black-haired woman seemed to have a vague light shining on her body.
In just a blink of an eye, the light disappeared like an illusion.
The prayers still continue.
One day, two days, three days... until the seventh day.
They were still kneeling there and praying, and more and more people were praying with them.
At first, only some young and beautiful women prayed there. Later, people discovered that as long as they silently recited the name of the Lord of Capital, they could enter their prayer field and pray with them.
As a result, more and more people began to kneel down in the square to pray.
The herd effect is human nature, and there is no difference in this regard even among people from other worlds.
Many people didn't even know the purpose of their prayers. They knelt down and prayed inexplicably along with the crowd in the square. Some even forgot that they were believers of other sects, and were abruptly stopped by fellow believers who were passing by.
He was shouted out of the square and beaten.
More and more people prayed, and more and more people chanted the name of God together. Thousands of people chanted the same name together, which even caused a faint shock in this wide square.
Everyone is chanting the same name.
Suddenly, Margarita, who was kneeling at the front, straightened up, puffed out her chest, and looked up at the clear sky.
"The Lord of Capital who protects all people with food, clothing and warmth, who is in charge of all aspects of self-research and development, production and sales, who treats hunters, merchants, cart drivers, farmers, warlocks and all foreigners as his children, and who carefully cares for all things...
"
"Your followers are being invaded by evil spirits, our brothers and sisters are being slaughtered by others, and the complete business channels that have grown up under your loving care are being cut off one by one."
“Lord, love and justice, for you have established and ruled all things!”
Margarita looked up at the sky and devoted herself wholeheartedly to this scene.
She held her head high and opened her arms toward the sky, with countless sorrow and sorrow in her expression.