Looking at the people in front of him who were full of vigilance, vigilance and even hatred towards him, Wright was silent for a while.
He wasn't a good preacher—not even a good priest, he'd known that for a long time.
He was just an orphan picked out of the pyre, and his survival was due to the good intentions of the old abbot of the monastery. For the entire twenty years before he awakened the talent of the Holy Light, he was just a servant and servant in the monastery. He is not like those orthodox priests who have received a complete theological education, and he is not like those lucky ones who are gifted and intelligent, who can learn how to face the intrigue of the upper priests in a short period of time.
In the year when the old abbot died, he felt the call of the Holy Light while weeping bitterly. The "spiritual talent", a treasure bestowed by God, saved him from being reduced to a slave labor in a monastery after the death of his protector. From then on, he took off the burlap clothes of a servant and put on the robe of a priest, but he was still that rude and lowly servant in the eyes of everyone. He received the full education that a formal priest should receive, and It is so strict that it is almost harshly fulfilling every virtue standard recorded in those sacred books—because the old abbot once said that those virtues are the biggest difference between human beings and beasts.
However, after he learned all those things and turned them into his own rules of conduct, he found that he was farther away from other priests. The teachings of the Holy Light, which he valued so much, did not seem to be in the eyes of most priests in this era. not that important...
He knew that he was a different kind of priest, and he knew that the regulations he stubbornly followed were outdated in the eyes of the priests of this era. He knew all the slander, calculation and exclusion behind them, but he never said that. Because he still firmly believes in one last thing: Holy Light, after all, is used to protect others, the God of Holy Light, after all, protects this world, and those who use Holy Light, even if they no longer value classical Virtue, they are at least on the side of justice.
Therefore, he accepted the exclusion of the church, which was the price of his "untimeliness". He also accepted the task of preaching in the wilds of the southern border without any support, because spreading the gospel of the Holy Light was what he was most happy to do. things, but he...can't face these people calmly.
Even in the most failed and difficult times of his preaching, what he faced was nothing more than the numbness of the people, but on the faces of these people, what he saw was real hatred and hostility.
"I am the priest of Cecil Territory, Wright? Aviken, you can call me Wright," the tall Wright walked up to those people and sat down slowly, "I am the only priest of Holy Light in this land —So you can regard me as the person in charge of the Holy Light Church here. As you can see, I have no weapons and no hostility. I have left the central area of the Holy Light Church. Now, I just want to know where the Holy Spirit Plain is. what happened."
"You burned down our church!"
A young woman yelled uncontrollably, but she was immediately pulled by the man next to her.
There are more than 20 people here, but there is only one Wright, but these more than 20 people are in great tension—because they know that the pastor in front of them is an extraordinary person, and the power of an extraordinary person cannot be resisted by ordinary people. What's more, this pastor still has those bulging muscles. Even if he doesn't have extraordinary strength, the people present may not necessarily be his opponents...
And there is a more important point: this priest is the only priest in the territory, does this mean that this priest was sent by the lord to "examine" them
They didn't expect that after finally escaping from the Plain of the Holy Spirit, they would have to accept the scrutiny of the priests of the Holy Light in this new sanctuary.
Wright saw the nervousness of these people, and he slowed down his tone: "Please rest assured, I only represent myself—I don't represent the lord, and at this moment, I don't even represent the church. Regarding the burning of the church, I was on the way here." Hearing the rumors, the Holy Light Priest of the Holy Spirit Plain...why burn down churches of other denominations?"
People look at me, I look at you, and finally someone spoke again: "Because they found evidence of someone performing cult rituals in the church... and the priest of the church did turn into a monster because of the out-of-control magic..."
"Then why are you exiled? I can feel that you are all just ordinary people..."
"They forced us to change our beliefs," the woman who spoke first covered her face, "They lit a fire with the Holy Light, and asked us to make a choice beside the fire. If we convert to the Holy Light and donate half of our wealth as a ransom, It means innocence. If you don’t convert to the Holy Light, you have to walk through the fire to prove your innocence. They say that the fire lit by the Holy Light will only burn guilty people to death. If you die in the fire, it is evil. The followers of the cult..."
The person next to him went on to say: "Some people were pushed into the fire, some people converted to the Holy Light, and we... escaped early."
This topic was opened, and these people who had been terrified for a long time seemed to be suffocated to a critical point. At this moment, they could no longer care about anything, and they all spoke about the hardships along the way—
"As soon as we escaped, they said that we were all bewitched by evil gods, and that we were hopelessly depraved..."
"They burned the house we left in the city, took the contents of our house, and hunted down those who escaped with the lord..."
"We spent all our money, bought soldiers and merchants, and ran south from the Holy Spirit Plain—because the north is close to the capital, and there are more Holy Light Churches there..."
"We rode in a carriage, then walked to Pittsburgh, and ended up stuffed like fish in the cabin, hidden and searched among the wine barrels, and we could hardly lie down to sleep—only a few at a time, Everyone takes turns sleeping…”
"Three people died on the boat and were thrown into the river..."
Wright listened quietly to what happened to everyone. Under his priest's robe, his fists were clenched again and again.
He hardly dared to imagine that this was something his former church compatriots would do... Are those people crazy? Did the last sliver of Holy Light's teaching also disappear from their minds
Who judges heresy? Who came up with the idea of lighting a fire with holy light to identify evil? What is the ransom money!
After everyone finished speaking, the scene was silent for a long time, until Wright took the initiative to break the silence: "In the city... there is a small church on the north side of the mage's district, that's my church.
"No, I won't force you to convert. I just want to tell you that if any of you get sick or injured in the future, or if your child wants candy, you can find me there... I'm always here."
After saying this, the strong priest who looked like a warrior stood up and left as quickly as if he was running away, leaving the people in the shed looking at each other in dismay.
Wright quickly crossed the streets and returned to the church. He took out the letter from the regional church headquarters from his arms, and carefully read every word on it—now, he finally knows the letter The letter mentioned what the Pope meant when he called on churches at all levels to crack down on heresy.
After reading the letter, after a long silence, he finally raised his other hand and rubbed it lightly twice.
A white flame burst out from his fingertips. It was a slightly dimmed holy light, but it was still enough to ignite the paper—after a few seconds, the letter turned into a handful of ashes blown by the wind.
Outside the church, a lazy and elegant female figure who seemed out of tune with the surrounding pedestrians stopped for a while.
This is a tall woman wearing a lavender gauze dress. In this cold early spring, her thin dress is extremely eye-catching, but the pedestrians around seem to have not seen this woman, but one by one from her. walked around.
The woman wore the same lavender veil on her face, revealing only a pair of curious eyes. At this moment, those eyes were looking in the direction of the church door—although the door was closed now, she seemed to be able to see through the door. As if seeing the situation inside, he laughed softly while watching: "Hmph... Humans are really a complicated creature..."
Afterwards, the woman withdrew her gaze and looked at the already developed and large-scale city in front of her.
"Again... how did this place develop so fast... when did this pile of small buildings be built, and when did these people pop up..." the woman muttered as she crossed her hips, "did you come here last time?" Are they still huts?"
Just after muttering this sentence, a clear but annoying exclamation suddenly came from behind: "Wow! It's you again!"
The woman turned her head in an instant, and sure enough, she saw the dwarf melon-like, half-elf, half-god-knowing guy standing behind her, and quite impolitely used a half frosting stick (a kind of stick of frosting) in his hand. local snacks) pointing to himself.
Then the annoying hybrid yelled again: "And you're still wearing the same clothes and veil as last time - why are you so poor?"
Melita Purnia, a senior agent of Mithril Treasure, a top service practitioner who specializes in dealing with high-end customers, a well-trained and elegant lady, at this moment wants to kick this guy out again.
But the next second she spoke with a reserved and dignified smile: "I'm here to visit Duke Gawain Cecil, please lead the way."
"Oh," Amber quickly stuffed half a stick of frosting into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then stretched out her hand, "Six copper coins."
Melita Purnia's eyebrows twitched: "Didn't it be three last time?"
"It's increased. Now that I've become a bigger official, it's twice as expensive," Amber said convincingly, "You'd better make a decision quickly, maybe you'll have to raise it later..."
Half an hour later, Gao Wen, who was studying mechanical design drawings in the study, was suddenly interrupted by a cry from the door: "Hey! Gao Wen! Someone is looking for you!"
Gao Wen suddenly raised his head and looked at Amber in surprise: "How did you enter through the door... eh? Miss my little pony?"
"Long time no see, Your Excellency the Duke—and once again, please read my name correctly," Melita Purnia bowed elegantly, and said with a smile, "I have brought the goods you ordered."