It was a sunny day, and the rising sun was full of vitality as it shone into Sur City without hesitation. The faint golden light painted the city with a layer of almost divine color. It caused the simple and crude bell tower, the solemn shrine, and the tall and low residences to become blurry, merging into a picture that looked like heaven.
A charcoal pen moved on the plain drawing paper. Every line drawn by the tip of the pen was clean and concise. They formed the prototype of a panoramic map of the city. It was clearly a black and white painting, but the weight of the brush, and even the changes in the depth of the stitches, cleverly created a rich sense of hierarchy comparable to an oil painting. Vera sat on the fence of the rooftop of the City Lord's Mansion. Her fair legs were crossed, and the girl, who was as quiet as a ghost, painted the city.
The rooftop was so quiet that only the rustling sound of the charcoal brushing across the paper echoed. Thus, when the sound of footsteps appeared on the rooftop, it seemed so abrupt. Vera stopped her brush and turned around to see Father Miro with an embarrassed expression on his face.
In the eyes of the girl, Father Miro was so uncomfortable that he was like a mortal object that could not be melted in this space.
He scratched his head and said, "Am I disturbing you?"
Vera didn't say anything. She just shook her head and turned around to continue painting the unfinished work in her hand.
Father Miro stretched lazily and said, "I don't want to disturb you, but look, even Edward has gone to Storm City. You're the only 'acquaintance' left in this city. If I don't talk to you, I'm going to suffocate to death. "
He looked at the girl again and said, "It's too dangerous for you to sit on the fence. What if you fall …"
"It doesn't matter. For the time being, I can't see my own death." Vera said as if nothing had happened.
Father Miro said, "It's also very distressing to have the ability to peek into the future. For example, if it were me, I would definitely be very upset if I saw the people around me die. "
Vera's brush suddenly exerted too much force, and the tip of the brush broke, dragging out a long pitch-black line mark on the drawing paper. Miro Tian saw it and immediately knew that he had said something wrong. He said less, "Well, I didn't mean to. Sigh, why can't I even chat anymore … "
"I saw my parents die, but I was powerless to stop them from being born." Vera raised her head. In her eyes, the world was only black and white. "So sometimes, I hate my ability. I even thought about stabbing his eyes blind, but that wouldn't stop him. Sometimes, the images simply ignored my wishes and forced themselves into my head. Perhaps only when I die will these things truly stop. "
"Don't act recklessly." The priest quickly said, "Suicide is a felony. God will not allow such a thing to happen."
"God …" Vera asked quietly, "Father, is there really a god in this world? If he did, why would he let so many unlucky people live? "
Miro sighed softly and pressed his hand against his chest. "Miss Vera, it doesn't matter if there is a god or not. What matters is whether you have faith or not. Faith cannot bring about material changes, but it can change our spirit and make us brave fighters. I believe in Christ, not in an omnipotent God who can bring instant change to me. It makes me believe that as long as I continue to walk, I will always be able to find a ray of sunshine in my life. "
"Sometimes, saving a world only requires an insignificant ray of sunlight."
Vera's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was touched. She lowered her head and said in an imperceptible voice, "Thank you."
"Well, you're welcome." Father Miro laughed loudly and rubbed his head. The solemnity from before had disappeared, and now his appearance had returned to that of a third-rate trickster.
At this moment, a carriage drove into the City Lord's Mansion. Miro exclaimed and leaned on the railing to look down. Two people emerged from the carriage. It was Allen and Edward. As if sensing Miro's gaze, Allen raised his head to look. Thus, he saw the black-and-white girl sitting on the stone railing on the rooftop bathed in the morning light. The morning breeze gently carried her silk, and her light and elegant posture could be painted.
Well, it would be better if Father Miro wasn't beside him.
In the study, three cups of black tea that had just been brewed were placed on the table. After the maid retreated, Father Miro let out a low suppressed cry, "Religion, you actually want to promote the teachings of Christ in this world?"
"We might have to make some adjustments. The ultimate goal is to make this new sect work for us." Allen said and looked at Father Miro, "What do you think of this plan?"
"How wonderful!" Father Miro stood up excitedly and said, "Edward is right. If we start with religion, there is no doubt that it is a good starting point. However, at the beginning of the implementation, we have to be fully prepared to achieve a shocking effect. "
"For example?"
'"Listen, Young Master Allen. If we want to get more believers, we need a god full of mystery. Moreover, this god must have the ability to display miracles. Think about it, a God who can display miracles is compared to the numerous indigenous gods in the empire, but there are only legends and no miracles. If you were a believer, which one would you choose as your lifelong faith? "
Allen thought seriously for a moment and said, "Naturally, it's God. The reason is very simple. A god who can perform miracles is naturally much more powerful than the other indigenous gods who only have names but no substance. "
"That's right, this is the human heart. At the beginning of religion, its essence was to bewitch the human heart. " Father Miro didn't mind saying blasphemous words, "Even in Christ, there are many legends with a strong mysterious color, such as the resurrection of the Son of Jesus, the growth of flesh and bones, in order to dye the doctrine with a layer of divinity." Therefore, at the beginning of promotion, a sacred and gorgeous church that did not lose its solemnity was necessary. "If possible, we can create some artificial light and shadow effects to increase the mystery of the sect."
"This is simple. My fire, coupled with Edward's wind, will leave a deep impression on the audience." Allen smiled.
Father Miro was inspired and said excitedly, "No, no, that's not enough. We also need more practical miracles, such as a Holy Maiden who can peer into the future. Hey, there's no more vivid spokesperson for the gods. "
"Peep into the future …" Allen was dumbfounded. "You want Vera to play such a Holy Maiden?"
"Why not? Miss Vera's temperament is so ethereal that she is most suitable for playing a role filled with divinity. Moreover, wasn't her ability a miracle? Think about it, if she made a prophecy and it came true very quickly, what miracle could be more convincing than that? At that time, I'm afraid people will cry and beg me to let them join the guild. "
"Looks like I need two assistants, no, three!"
Allen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You can have as many assistants as you want, and it sounds quite feasible. I wonder if Vera … "
The door was suddenly pushed open, and the black-and-white girl stood outside the door and said indifferently, "I am willing. As a member of the hunting squad, I have an obligation to contribute my strength. If becoming a so-called Holy Maiden can help you, I will be happy to do so. "
Father Miro blinked and said, "Look, this is the first miracle."
Allen nodded and looked at Edward. "Then I'll leave the matter of the church to you."
"My pleasure."
Walking through Sur City in the afternoon, the sunlight lazily passed through the cracks in the buildings, leaving spots of light of varying sizes on the streets. Allen put his hands in his pockets and leisurely shuttled through the streets of Sur City like an ordinary youth. From time to time, one could hear the laughter of a child, as well as the laughter and scolding of a mother behind him.
This kind of aimless wandering around was a very luxurious thing for him. However, now that the follow-up had been properly arranged, Allen didn't mind relaxing a little. It could be seen that Sur City had undergone a subtle change from when he first visited. There were more smiles on people's faces than before. The main streets had expanded a lot, the dilapidated buildings had been repaired, and the entire city was filled with a thriving aura.
Allowing the people in the territory to live and work in peace and contentment was the greatest achievement of every lord. Managing the city in such an orderly manner was a manifestation of Edward's ability. This gave Allen a deeper understanding of the Maritan youth.
Along the way, someone finally recognized Allen's identity as a Knight, so people greeted him frequently. The half-grown children chased after him to hear his story of attacking Storm City. In the end, Allen couldn't get rid of it and told the children about the war in Storm City in front of a small mill. Hearing the tension, the children all exclaimed in admiration. From their shining eyes, Allen saw new hope for the city.
It wasn't until evening that he returned home. Father Miro had just received the old priest of the War God Temple. The two of them didn't know what to talk about. When they left, the old priest's face was full of smiles. It seemed that he had gained quite a bit. Allen looked thoughtfully at the priest. Miro raised his hand and said, "I'm just asking Mr. Priest about some religious matters."
Allen shrugged, "You don't have to explain anything. I know you can do that."
"Of course, that's my old job." Mi coughed, "Of course, it's a little more difficult than what I did on Earth."
"Looks like you're in a good mood this afternoon?"
"Spending an afternoon with a group of children will make you feel as wonderful as I do. There are no impurities in their eyes. They are so clear, just like the first beauty of the world. If you don't have to grow up, I wish they would always be like that. "Allen said sincerely as he poured himself a glass of water.
Miro disagreed, "Sometimes you're as naive as Archimedes."
Allen's hand that was holding the cup trembled slightly.
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