The archbishop waved his hand and asked kindly, "What kind of heretic is the Wrathful in your eyes?"
"The Rage..."
Herbert suppressed his restlessness and said in a deep voice, "No, Valentina is indeed dangerous. She is powerful and uncontrollable, but she is not that evil. She likes fighting but not killing."
He thought he would give a few more examples of his interactions with Valentina to prove this, but who knew that the Archbishop actually nodded in agreement at this time:
"Well, I saw that when I met that child. She is indeed a little dull in terms of intelligence and doesn't have much experience in getting along with others, but her nature is not bad. With a little discipline, she can be put on the right path."
"So, instead of destroying her on the spot, I took her back to the monastery to suppress her."
"It's just that the character she showed was a little too violent. The warden before you only saw the viciousness in her, but failed to notice the kindness in her nature."
"I am glad that you noticed this, child."
Um
Herbert was a little confused.
This sounds right.
The archbishop's words could be described as quite enlightened, almost contrary to his impression of the monastery's policy of being irreconcilable with foreign races.
But is it right for you, the head of a monastery, to say such things
Is it me or you who has the problem
The archbishop looked at the boy, whose expression gradually became strange, laughed, and asked, "Do you trust her?"
"I trust her."
Herbert's answer was firm, without any hesitation.
"Even though she's a heretic?"
"Even if she is a foreigner."
Herbert looked the Archbishop straight in the eye and said firmly, "This trust has nothing to do with race or anything else."
"Valentina chose to trust me without reservation, so I trusted her without reservation."
"I am unwilling and will not betray her trust."
The archbishop stared at Herbert silently for a moment, nodded with a smile, then turned his head to look at the center of the cathedral and asked:
"Kid, do you know what that is?"
What
Is there something there
Herbert turned his head in confusion, following his gaze, and his eyes suddenly widened as he saw something that was definitely not there just now.
A half-human-high stone statue of a girl appeared out of nowhere in the center of the temple!
And what shocked Herbert the most was...
He felt a sense of familiarity from the stone statue for no reason.
familiar!!
Coo.
He felt his throat was a little hoarse, and said with difficulty: "What is that..."
The archbishop seemed not to notice his abnormality and his attention was always on the stone statue.
"Its official name is the [Profane Prayer Statue]. It is a saint-level seal and the most powerful seal in the entire Misty Monastery."
"At the same time, a long, long time ago, it had another name..."
The archbishop looked at the stone statue, many ancient images flashed through his eyes, and he shook his head and said softly:
"[Death of Saint Nenasha]."
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Chapter 86 Please read it tomorrow! Save this book!
Tomorrow is Monday, and it is another opportunity to compete for Sanjiang, and it is also very likely to be the last time for this book.
Life or death will depend on tomorrow.
If you read enough, you can compete with the big guys.
If you don’t read enough, you won’t even be qualified to touch it.
I think I have been working hard. Since last Sunday, I have been updating every day. In eight days, I have updated a total of 59,000 words, an average of 7,300 words a day.
Starting this month, the basic update will be increased to 6,000 words.
But without the support of the new book list, and because I am not very good at reading, the story pace is not fast enough, so everyone chooses to just keep reading.
I understand that in this situation, just maintaining the momentum is already a huge favor from you all.
But tomorrow, just tomorrow will do!!!
I beg you guys to stop raising books and just read it!
We have enough collections, but not enough people following our lead.
It has 180,000 words, so I might as well take a look at it!
Ball!
I really want to go to Sanjiang once—
If I can get to Sanjiang, let alone adding 3 more chapters, adding 5 more chapters will be fine—
Save the children!
By publishing on Sanjiang, the book will perform better, the author will earn more in the future, and he will be able to write the story better.
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Chapter 87 [Saint Nenasha] (1/5)
As we all know, in this world, there are two types of moves that are the most difficult to resist.
One is the fast and slow knife, and the other is starting from zero frame.
What the archbishop said just now was a textbook example of a fast and slow knife.
A bunch of insignificant things are laid out in the beginning, and then the ultimate move is suddenly used at zero frame rate.
It can’t be prevented. It can’t be prevented at all.
I was really careless this time.
Because Herbert didn't defend at all!
When Nenasha introduced her name, she swore that this name would never be noticed by anyone, which made Herbert subconsciously ignore the possibility that others also knew this name.
Therefore, Herbert, who was completely unprepared before the Archbishop spoke, was really shocked, and the change in his expression was quite interesting.
"Saint... Nenasha!?"
Still a saint
Are you Jeanne d'Arc? Black Jeanne? White Jeanne
Herbert squinted his eyes and looked at the stone statue whose face he couldn't see clearly. He felt his heart beating uncontrollably at this moment.
Boom boom boom.
There is a kind of excitement that comes from suddenly meeting netizens offline.
Open the box!
Hey God, is that you
Is this what you look like without makeup after turning off the beauty filter
Your complexion is not good, it's as stiff as a stone, full of holes and bumps, not round at all.
Therefore, this thing should actually have another name—the Statue of the God of Harmony!
“…hiss.”
But even though Herbert had tried his best to distract himself by thinking about random things, he still couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.
no.
Is it so sudden? No one told me that I would go straight to the end of the level and fight the BOSS!
However, just when Herbert felt that something bad was going to happen, the archbishop next to him calmly comforted him: "Don't worry, this is normal."
The Archbishop did not think there was anything wrong with Herbert's panic; rather, he said that this behavior was exactly what he expected.
"You are still too weak now. Just looking at Him will affect you. But it doesn't matter. As long as I am here, you will not lose control."
“I won’t let Him hurt anyone.”
The archbishop's voice was gentle and kind, and he appeared very peaceful the entire time. There was no sense of threat from him at all. He was just like a kind old man.
However, a kind old man alone cannot suppress those brutal monster girls.
Herbert took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his panic. He became more and more nervous and asked in a low voice, "You just mentioned the Saint? Why have I never heard of such a Saint?"
Out of caution (professional habit) and in order to reasonably avoid risks (taking advantage of loopholes), Herbert read through all the scriptures he could get his hands on in the first three nights after his memory regained.
He knew all the rules and historical facts by heart.
But even after looking through all these books, big and small, he did not see any clues related to the name "Nenasha".
Not a single one!
He even had a general understanding of some scriptures in other gods' churches, but he had no impression of "Saint Nenasha".
etc.
Herbert narrowed his eyes as he thought of another explanation.
In addition to the possibility that Nenasha never existed, there is another possibility - someone deliberately erased this name from history.
And just as he thought of this, the archbishop began his story.
"Except for some ancient gods, I'm afraid there are few people in this world who still remember her."
“Even if they knew, they would probably only remember His current honorific name.”
The archbishop waved his hand gently, and a thick, ancient book appeared in front of him, flipping through the pages on its own.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the ever-changing fine text on it. He spoke slowly in a kind tone, like an old man telling stories to children by the fire:
"A long time ago, when the last rays of the dragon age had just faded, when the gods of faith had not yet completely risen to rule the universe, and when the ancient gods were gradually reviving... a powerful man appeared in the mortal world."
"No one knows her origins or where she came from. She seemed to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere. All everyone knows is that she is a beautiful woman with great strength and a kind heart."
"That powerful person calls herself [Nenasha]."
"She is powerful, fighting against evil, saving the weak, destroying chaos, maintaining order, never failing or getting hurt, giving them relief."
"She is kind and compassionate. She treats all creatures in the world equally, regardless of race, gender, age, strength or weakness. She treats them all as children who need to be saved and gives them salvation."
"The gods saw her as a threat, thinking that she was another fellow traveler who intended to ignite the divine fire with the power of faith, and a potential threat."
"The weak see her as hope, hoping to be saved by her."
"No matter how strong, weak or evil she is, everyone recognizes her strength and calls her the Saint."
As Herbert listened to the archbishop's story, he felt his mood gradually calm down along with his gentle voice.
He felt as if epic scenes appeared before his eyes, and he really saw the scenes that happened that year.
No, it wasn't an illusion—he really saw it!