Elena was sitting in a room with clear windows, resting her chin with her fingers, and blinking at her teacher. She was wearing a light yellow nun's robe, and her light blue hair was braided into long braids and hung down on her shoulders.
Side. Perhaps because she is a nun, even when she is asking questions, her beautiful face still has a gentle smile, just like when she is facing the prayers of believers.
The room is about fifteen square meters in size, with nothing else except a bed, a round table, three chairs, a cupboard for dishes, and a simple bookshelf made of white birch wood. This simple house belongs to her.
The residence of the teacher, the white-robed bishop of Dawn City, Callan Orfield, is also her favorite place to stay in her free time.
For her, sitting leisurely at the round table, feeling the sun shining warmly on her body, and then listening to the teacher tell all kinds of knowledge and stories is far more interesting than staying at home. The things she can learn are also
It's no less than having a tutor.
"If I were to answer, faith itself is how everyone understands the world, himself, and everything he sees." Sitting opposite her, the middle-aged man in a white robe smiled slightly and spoke gently.
Answer her, "So, Elena, what do you think?"
Elena turned her cheek and looked through the arched window on the left, looking at the people walking on the street. She has been here for nearly three years. As the original hometown of the "Lord of Light", Dawn City is the most famous place in the Theocracy.
One of the holy places in the world, there is an endless stream of people coming here for pilgrimage. Believers walk through the bright avenue in front of her with piety and go to the cathedral to pay homage. This scene has never changed in her eyes, no matter whether it is cold or hot in winter or summer.
Two steaming cups of black tea were placed on the table respectively, and the aroma of the tea was lingering. She picked up the cup in front of her, took a sip, and showed a satisfied look. Although she was bored with the aristocratic tea party, just talking about the black tea itself, she liked it
Still quite fond of it.
"I don't know." The girl shook her head slightly, "I originally thought that the church can convey faith to us, and it can guide us to find what we want to do and what we can do. But in fact, I
Still have questions, Teacher Karan."
"Oh?" the middle-aged man pretended to be surprised, "Then Elena, what is your problem?"
The girl was silent for a moment. She held her braid in front of her face, looked at it, and then tossed it to one side.
"Teacher Karan, you know my past. I am the eldest daughter of the Silver Birch family. I have attended etiquette classes, tea parties and dances since I was a child, learning history, politics, and knowledge about governing the territory. I don't like that, so
My father sent me here." The girl frowned slightly, "But, after coming here, the life I lived, is it really what I want to continue?"
"So, my dear student, you don't like it here." The middle-aged man made a sad expression.
"That's not the case!" The girl suddenly raised her head and retorted quickly, "I like Teacher Karan, I like everyone in the temple, I like the day and night of this city, and the people who visit here... Moreover, I can learn
I’m also very happy to learn about the preparation of herbs and medicines!”
"It's just... I don't know," she lowered her voice and slowly lowered her head, "Many believers came here, prayed to the Lord of Light, and then left with satisfied smiles. But they, really
Have they found their own hope? And if we are here to listen to their wishes and pains day after day, year after year, what can we do to help them? "
"What do you want to do, Elena?" The middle-aged man in white robe smiled slightly.
"Since the "Lord of Light" teaches us to give light to all those who need it..." The girl bit her fingertips and pondered for a moment, "Are there still people in many corners of this continent who cannot touch the light?
If we go out of the church with the knowledge, medicines and methods of treating diseases, will we be able to bring hope to more people?"
"The Templars and traveling priests are already doing what you are talking about, Elena."
"But there are only fifty-two Templars in the church, and traveling priests are also rare." The girl retorted unconvinced, "In comparison, the number of ordinary monks and nuns is more than a hundred times." She grabbed her hand.
He looked at his teacher and said, "In response to prayers, plus treating the patients who come to visit, we don't need that many people at all. If half or even a quarter of the people can walk out of the church, maybe it can alleviate the problem."
The suffering of many—"
"But that's not something you can decide, my dear student." The middle-aged man answered her gently with a teasing smile.
The girl was furious. Of course she knew that she couldn't make such a decision, so she raised this question to her teacher. But he lightly pushed the question back to her.
She knew that as one of the forty white-robed bishops, the de facto lord of Dawn City, and a strong candidate for the next pope, the teacher’s status in the church was enough to make this suggestion. However, he had already made his attitude clear.
Naturally, Elena would not bother him with such boring questions anymore.
The girl thought about the reason for the teacher's answer, what she could do, and what methods she could try to continue convincing him. Today is the third day of the week, her weekly rest day, so there is still a long time. Bai
The middle-aged man in a robe held a copy of "The Gospel of Light, Part Two" and looked at her from time to time, seeming to find her current behavior very interesting.
She lowered her head and tried not to look at him.
The two sat facing each other and were silent for a while. There was a crisp knocking sound from outside the door. The middle-aged man stood up and went over to open the door.
The petite woman walked into the room and took off her hood, revealing her lustrous silver hair. She hugged Karan familiarly for a moment, then pulled up a chair and sat on the right side of the girl.
"Long time no see, little Elena." Helencia blinked, "What's bothering you this time?"
"Don't be so small all the time..." The girl was a little annoyed, "You're not taller than me, Sister Yinyue!"
"But I'm older than you. Although this is not something to be happy about." Helencia said with a smile, "Tell me about it, sister, maybe I will have the answer?"
That's true. This "Silver Witch" likes to tease her just like the teacher, but her knowledge is indeed extraordinary. And, as a member of the Templars, maybe she will agree with her opinion, Elena thought to herself.
She straightened her expression and once again stated the question and her thoughts.
"What you should do as a believer of Leonos..." The silver-haired young woman nodded her chin, "Well, how about I tell you a story?"
"Huh?" Elena opened her eyes wide, "Is it a story related to faith?"
"That's right." Hylancia showed a somewhat mysterious smile, "Then let's get started."