This is Todd's first time using the confessional of Muxi Town Church. This small room of less than three square meters is dark and somewhat stuffy. There are two wooden chairs facing each other, and a wooden louver screen is used to block the middle.
stand up.
At twelve o'clock at midnight, a man walked into the cubicle opposite the confessional.
Todd used his clairvoyance ability to see that the other person was wearing a burlap Orion robe. His beard had not been trimmed for many years. His expression looked a little hesitant and confused, and he didn't know whether he should sit down.
"Sit down, kid."
Todd's childish voice startled the man.
The other party knew clearly that he couldn't see the other side, but he still chose to face the screen, his eyes bright in the darkness: "You are not the deacon."
Todd was usually busy with everything, so he always left the confession to the deacon. Today was the first time he presided over such a ceremony. After thinking about it, he said: "There is no point in caring about these things. Under the power of God,
After all, we are only the mouth of the Holy Father."
Seeing the man standing there, Todd asked again: "Lost lamb, why are you here to repent?"
The other party's tone sounded a little at a loss: "Someone told me that if I enter the confession room at twelve o'clock tonight, someone can answer my confusion."
"Sit down. I can only hear your voice, but I can't see your face. And what you confide will only exist in the ears of you, me and the Holy Father. Come on, tell me your confusion.
"
The man obeyed and sat on the chair and was silent for a long time.
Just when the priest thought that the other party was unwilling to speak, the other party spoke: "I am a heterogeneous species."
That's right, the person opposite should be Randall...
Todd looked at Randall through perspective. His palms were clasped together, rubbing back and forth, looking uneasy and frightened, and looking like he was about to leave at any time.
"There is one thing I don't understand. If all things are created by God, then alien species are no exception. Why are we people spurned by the world, hunted by the church, and excluded from the ordinary world? Did God originally
Creating us was a mistake?!”
After hearing this question, Todd thought for a moment and said a strange sentence: "Everything that is reasonable exists; everything that exists is reasonable."
Randall repeated the sentence, shook his head and said, "I don't understand."
Todd organized the language: "Heavenly Father is the origin of the universe and the absolute only one. He created everything freely and externalized nature, society and spirit. Everything in the world is the result of his externalization."
"Sorry, I still don't understand, what does all this have to do with alien species?"
Todd sighed and spoke more straightforwardly: "The existence of alien species is the work of Heavenly Father. The existence of this ethnic group is in line with Heavenly Father's "reason" - the law of the universe, but it may not be in line with the mortal realm.
The ‘reason’.”
Speaking of this, even the most obtuse person can still hear the profound meaning behind the words.
Heavenly Father is the origin of the universe, and everything that conforms to the principles of heaven and earth will exist. As the work of Heavenly Father, the existence of alien species proves that they conform to Heavenly Father's will. The so-called "principles" of the mortal realm refer to
It is not only the human ethics of the secular kingdom, but also implicitly includes the principles of the church formulated by mortals.
To put it simply, everything in the world was created by Heavenly Father, and alien species are no exception, so their existence is naturally in line with Heavenly Father’s will. They were killed and persecuted entirely because the secular world and the church wantonly distorted the Bible.
Looking at the man's seemingly enlightened expression, Todd added: "As a mutant, you have the responsibility and obligation to maintain the relationship between the mutant and other ethnic groups. Do you understand?"
Seeing the other person nodding, Todd finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to leave, the other person's next words nailed him to the chair.
"One more thing... I want to repent for my past crimes... I killed my mother..."
Todd was stunned by Randall's words.
The introduction said that the other party's mother was his only relative and died on the way to escape. What happened if he was killed?!
Randall held his head in his hands and was recalling his past, as if he was suffering great mental pain.
"After being found to be a heterogeneous species, I took my mother and fled from Lone Rock City to the north. When we crossed the mountains, we were hungry and couldn't find any food..."
When Todd heard this, he grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and a terrifying thought came to his mind.
Randall lowered his head, looked at the ground, and spoke in a trembling voice: "In desperation, I had no choice but to pretend to go hunting while I was resting, secretly cut off my own flesh with a knife, deceived my mother, and told
It was the meat of prey... Later, she discovered the truth of all this. While camping at night, my mother ended her life with a cloth belt..."
Todd pursed his lips and sighed deeply. Listening to the crying on the other side, he drew a holy cross on his chest and said softly: "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, your
Sins will be forgiven…”
Fifteen minutes later, Todd returned to the Bible interpretation hall, sat down at the table, picked up Randall Quincy's introduction and read it carefully.
In the flickering candlelight, Rachel did not disturb him, but just watched quietly.
"Randall is the person we are looking for." After saying this, Todd put the paper on the table and closed his eyes.
Rachel changed her sitting position: "Can I ask what you said to him?"
"I'm afraid not, this involves a private matter. But I can guarantee that he is a kind person. His fighting style and death consciousness are due to some tragedies that have happened to him." Todd leaned his back.
From behind, he said: "It's time to start training him, as well as the preparations before the mission."
Rachel pulled the chair closer to Todd, rested her arms on the table, looked at the priest in the faint firelight, and said with a smile: "Randall is not suitable for the knight's combat skills, so I will let some
The right person should train him. Before carrying out the mission, there are many things to consider. The first is the mission location and contact information. You can't let him run around on the plains looking for villains, right? Then there is the confidentiality of the identity, we need
Prepare a set of clothes and a mask for him. Considering his superpowers, I don’t plan to sew too much fabric on his clothes; then there are the matters of the Inquisition and the Relief Society. As Randall’s achievements become more and more
He comes more and more, and his reputation is getting bigger and bigger. Sooner or later, the church and the relief society will find him one day. We must make some preparations; there are also weapons and equipment, secret strongholds, response teams, aftermath treatment, etc...."
Seeing Todd stunned by her series of words, Rachel blinked mischievously: "Now you should know that creating a mutant hero is not as simple as you think. You should really be grateful, and
It’s good that I’m here…”
Todd raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, Miss Rachel, I really appreciate your help. I don't know what I can do for you?"
"Let me think about it, in a few days, Karin and I's hotel will be opened. I hope you can provide more "recipes"..."
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"Master General, the monks want to see you."
Todd raised his head from the table, looked at Huggins at the door, and said, "Let them in."
The man looked at the size of the room and said awkwardly: "They may not be able to accommodate them here."
After hearing this, Todd stood up strangely and followed Huggins to the church chapel. He was startled by the scene in front of him.
55 monks filled the entire hall, and when they saw the priest's appearance, everyone gathered around them.
The leading monk, who seemed to be the leader, approached first.
Just listen to him say: "Sir Todd, my name is Joe Humphrey. We people have been here for many days in order to spread the true knowledge of Heavenly Father, but we have not been assigned any work. We hope to do
Something you can do."
Another monk followed and said, "Yes, we have been walking around Muxi Town these days and found that the fields near the town are deserted and uncultivated."
Todd's original intention was to hope that these monks, after adapting to the life in Muxi Town, could gradually take on the administrative work of the Knights. But after hearing these two people's words, he suddenly remembered that the monks in the medieval monastery had to work for a long time.
Agricultural labor does have a relatively advanced level of knowledge in agriculture.
After moving a chair from the pulpit, Todd put down what he was doing and chatted with the monks for a while, only to find that the other monks had made a lot of very useful suggestions.
Some monks suggested that considering that the fields in Muxi Town are not cultivated all year round and the land is relatively fertile, they suggested building a heavy plow to replace the plow, and changing the original single field system into a three-field system: one field for fallow and one for autumn sowing.
Wheat, rye and barley are mainly grown; a spring sown land is mostly planted with oats and legumes.
Some monks suggested that most of the east side of Muxi Town is plain, which is suitable for growing pasture and grazing sheep and dairy cows. The virtuous cycle of pasture fertility and livestock manure ensures the supply of fertilizers and can greatly improve livestock raising and dairy products.
of production.
Some monks also suggested that a couple in town recently opened a store selling rare items from the south. They discovered that there were two types of seeds they had never seen before. They heard they were called sorghum and mulberry. Maybe
You can try planting some.
Todd chatted with these monks all afternoon and didn't even bother to eat supper.
Early the next morning, such a notice was posted on the church's billboard.
"Muxi Town plans to establish a monastic society. Muxi Mutual Aid Society plans to invest 500 silver months in the monastic society for preliminary preparation and personnel expenses. We are now recruiting farmers, livestock herders and cloth mill workers from the residents of Muxi Town."