Looking at the people who were full of vigilance, alertness and even hatred, Wright was silent for a while.

He is not a good missionary - not even a good pastor, which he knew from a long time ago.

He was just an orphan who was taken out of the woodpile. He survived with the good heart of the old abbot. He was only a servant and servant in the monastery for the entire twenty years before he was awakened. Unlike the orthodox-born priests, he has received complete theological education, and unlike the talented and lucky ones, he has been able to learn how to face the intrigue of the upper-level sects in a short time.

In the year when the old abbot’s dean died, he felt the call of the Holy Light in tears. The spiritual gift of “spiritual talent” saved him the fate of being a slave worker after the protector’s death. From then on, he took off the burlap of the chores and put on the robes of the priests, but he was still the rude and low-handed servant in the eyes of all, and he accepted a full set of education that the official priest should accept, and Strictly and almost rigorously fulfilling every virtue rule recorded in those sacred books—because the old dean once said that those virtues are the greatest places where human beings differ from beasts.

But after he learned all of these things and became his own rules of conduct, he found that he was farther away from other priests. The teachings of the Holy Light that he valued so much seemed to be in the eyes of most priests in this era. Not so important...

He knew that he was an alternative to the priesthood. He knew that the regulations he had stubbornly followed were out of date in the eyes of the priests of this era. He knew all the defamation, calculations and exclusions behind him, but he never said it. Because he at least believes in the last thing: the Holy Light, after all, is to protect others, the Holy Light, after all, shelters the world, and those who use the Holy Light, even if they no longer value classical Virtue is ethical, and they are at least still on the side of justice.

Therefore, he accepts the crowding of the church. This is the price of his "out of date". He also accepts the mission of absurdly preaching to the south without any support, because the gospel of spreading the light is what he is most willing to do. Things, but he... can't face these people in front of him.

Even in the most difficult and difficult time of his mission, what he faced was only the numbness of the people, but on these faces, he saw real hatred and hostility.

"I am the pastor of Cecil, Wright Avicen, you can call me Wright," tall Wright walked in front of those people and sat down slowly. "I am the only sacred pastor on this land." - So you can think of me as the head of the Holy Light Church here. If you see, I have no weapons, no hostility, I have left the center of the Church of the Light, now I just want to know the Holy Spirit. In the end what happened."

"You burned our church!"

A young woman shouted uncontrollably, but she was immediately pulled by the man next to him.

There are more than twenty people here, but Wright has only one person, but these twenty people are in great tension--because they know that the pastor is an extraordinary person, the power of the extraordinary is not something ordinary people can fight against. Moreover, this priest also has the muscles of the bulging sacs, even if he does not have extraordinary strength, the people on the scene may not necessarily be his opponents...

And there is one more important point: this pastor is the only priest on the territory. Does this mean that the pastor is the lord sent to "review" them?

They did not expect that they would have escaped from the plains of the Holy Spirit. In this new sanctuary, they would also be subject to the censorship of the Holy Light.

Wright saw the nervousness of these people. He slowed down his tone: "Please rest assured, I only represent myself - I don't represent the lord. At this moment, I don't even represent the church. On the way to burn the church, I am on the way. I heard the rumors, the Holy Light God of the Holy Spirit Plain... Why burn the churches of other denominations?"

People look at me, I look at you, and finally someone opens: "Because they found evidence of a cult ritual in the church... and the main sacrifice of the church was indeed turned into a monster after the sorcerer was out of control... ”

"Why are you being exiled? I can feel that you are just ordinary people..."

"They forced us to change our faith," the woman who spoke first squinted. "They lit the fire with the light, let us make choices beside the fire, if we converted to the light and donated half of the family's money as a sin, It is not sinful. If you don’t convert to the light, you have to walk from the fire to prove your innocence. They say that the fire lit by the light will only burn the sinful people. If you die in the fire, it is evil. The minions of the believers..."

The next person went on to say: "Someone was pushed into the fire, some people converted to the light, and we... escaped in advance."

This topic has been opened. Those who have been scared for a long time seem to have been caught at a critical point. At this moment, they can no longer care about anything. They have opened their mouths about the hardships of this road.

"As soon as we escaped, they said that we were all tempted by the evil spirits. It is already a hopeless fallen man..."

"They burned the house we stayed in the city, took away the belongings in our house, and chased the escaping people with the lord..."

"We spend money on the money, buy soldiers and merchants, and run south from the plains of the Holy Spirit - because the north is close to the kingdom, where the Church of the Light is more..."

"We first took the carriage, then walked to Pittsburgh, and finally stuffed into the cabin like a fish, hiding between the barrels, we almost couldn't lie down and sleep - only a few people lay down every time. Everyone takes turns sleeping..."

"Three people died on the boat and were thrown into the river..."

Wright quietly listened to everyone's experience, and under his priest's robe, a pair of fists clenched again and again.

He could hardly imagine that this was what his former church compatriots would do... Are those people crazy? Did the last trace of the Light of the Light disappear from their minds?

Who judged heresy? Who ignites the fire with the Holy Light to identify the evil? What is the redemption money?

After everyone had 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 area, that is my church.

"No, I won't force you to convert. I just want to tell you that if someone is sick, injured, or a child wants candy, go there and look for me... I have been there."

After saying this, the sturdy priest like a warrior stood up and left the place like a runaway, leaving the people in the shack to face each other.

Wright quickly passed through the streets and back 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 this. What does the Pope call on the church to call on the heretics at all levels?

After reading the letter, after a long silence, he finally lifted the other hand and gently moved twice.

A white flame of light came out of his fingertips, it was a bleak sacred light, but still enough to ignite the paper - after a few seconds, the letter was to hold the ashes floating in the wind.

Outside the church, a lazy and elegant female figure who seems to be incompatible with the surrounding pedestrians stops a little.

This is a tall woman wearing a lilac gauze. In this cold spring season, her thin dress is very eye-catching, but the pedestrians coming and going around seem to have not seen the woman, but one by one. I walked over.

The woman’s face was covered with a veil of the same lavender, revealing only a pair of curious eyes. At that moment, the eyes were looking at the direction of the church door—although the door was now closed, she seemed to be able to The door saw the situation inside, and while watching, he whispered out loudly: "Hey... human beings are really a complicated creature..."

The woman then withdrew her gaze and looked at the already large-scale city that had developed.

"The words are coming back... How did the place develop so fast... When was this small building covered? When did these people come out..." The woman squatted and squatted, "on Is it still a shack for the second time?"

Just finished this sentence, a crisp, but when it sounds like annoying exclamation suddenly came from behind: "Wow! It is you!"

The woman turned her head in an instant, and at first glance she saw the short melon, half of the elf, half a day, knowing what the guy was standing behind, and quite rudely using the half of the frosting stick in his hand. Local snacks) point to themselves.

Then the annoying mixed creature stunned again: "And you still wear the same clothes and veil as you did last time - are you so poor?"

Melita Pénia, senior agent of Mithril Treasury, is a top-level service industry practitioner who specializes in dealing with senior customers. She is a well-trained and elegant woman. Now I want to fly this guy out again.

But she still spoke with a dignified smile in the next second: "I am coming to visit Gao Wen? Duke Cecil, please lead the way."

"Oh," Amber quickly put a half of the sugar stick in his hand into his mouth. Hey, chewed it down, and then reached out, "six copper plates."

Merita Ponia's eyebrows shook: "Isn't it three last time?"

"It’s going up, I’m getting bigger now, I’m going to double it,” Amber sizzled. “You’d better decide now, maybe you have to go back...”

Half an hour later, Gao Wen, who was studying the mechanical design in the study room, was interrupted by a sudden call from the door: "Hey! Gao Wen! Someone is looking for you!"

Gao Wen suddenly looked up and looked at Amber with surprise: "How do you get in from the door... ah? Miss mylittlepony?"

"Long time no see, Duke adults - and once again stressed, please read my name correctly," Melita Ponia gracefully gave a gift, said with a smile, "I brought the goods you booked."