"Destroy the evangelical church? Kill all faiths?"
Lawrence looked at Curry and couldn't help laughing.
"What's wrong? Is there anything funny?" Corey asked.
"I just find it very interesting. I heard from them that before I came, the development of Orthodoxy was actually under your responsibility. Miguel talked about faith and doctrine, but he was not good at it. He was just a poor man whose mind was confused by power, and you didn't mention these things and gave all the credit to him...
Are you diminishing your own existence?"
Lawrence fiddled with the mask, and for a moment he felt that Corey was a little hopeless.
"It's really interesting, Corey Ferre, you are probably the most contradictory person I have ever met. You say you love your country and Gaulnalo, but you think anyone can be the king, even a monster like me, you don't care.
All you do is to destroy faith, but you yourself are the founder of faith."
Lawrence stood up and looked at the long table below in the darkness.
People were eating, cheering, and praying. He saw Huo, who was eating ravenously and making the sign of the cross while eating. This was probably taught to him by the girl next to him.
As his eyes moved away, he saw that the reactions of the others were similar to his. They thanked God for the food. Although they didn't know each other, they greeted each other and prayed together unconsciously.
"You did better than Miguel. That guy can do nothing but repeat the doctrine... But what's the use of these people's faith?"
Lawrence asked, somewhat confused as to why Curry was trying so hard to win the faith of these people.
"What's wrong?" Corey asked.
"I think these people's beliefs are worthless," Lawrence said. "They are all poor people, the bottom of society, rats living in the sewers...
I wonder what you want their beliefs to do? They can't bring in money, they can't bring in votes, they can't even bring in influence..."
"Have you heard the story of the Mad King?"
Corey still looked calm. It seemed that this guy only had two expressions: smile and calmness, as if he was wearing a mask.
"I've heard that the Mad King betrayed his faith and was killed on the throne by the people."
Lawrence seemed to have thought of what Curry wanted to say, and he continued.
"You want to use these people and make them 'the people'. This is impossible, Corey. These people don't have that kind of courage. They are a group of wild dogs whose spines have been broken by reality. Even such a cheap communion will make them grateful."
"No, you don't understand such people, Dean Laurence, but I do."
Curry also looked at these people like Lawrence, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
"You are right. I am a somewhat contradictory person. I want to destroy faith, but I have to use faith to achieve my goal. I don't object to this. After all, this thing is just a tool to manipulate people's hearts."
"Just like the secret blood, we usurp power from the blood of demons, but we fight against the demons themselves," Lawrence smiled at Corey, "It looks like another story of a dragon slayer turning into a dragon. Are you interested in telling me about it?"