Bishop Wenger finished distributing the last piece of black bread in his hand and looked up, just in time to see a pair of mother and daughter at the end of the line. The hungry little girl grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes and stood on her tiptoes, trying to look at the bishop through the gap in the crowd. Her timid eyes were filled with anticipation.
So the bishop said to the crowd in a warm voice, "Don't worry, there will be bread. I can guarantee that everyone who queues here tonight will have a share, but the people at the back may have to wait a little longer. During this time, if you are willing, you can listen to a few short stories from the Holy Grimoire."
The young priest beside him could not help but remind in a low voice, "Teacher, not only did we distribute the bread we brought this time, but we also bought all the bread from several bakeries nearby. But the people queuing up didn't reduce much, and I noticed that some of them are not poor people at all. They just wanted to mix in with the crowd to receive the free bread, and some came back to line up after eating."
Bishop Wenger shook his head, "Nimo, remember, mercy is not only written in the Holy Grimoire. Most things in this world are not black and white. Let me ask you, when the gods see a ship full of believers about to sink, will they abandon the whole ship just because there are a few heretics on board? Compared to being deceived, I'm more afraid that those who really need help can't get a response. What's more, even if you see it with your own eyes, it may not be the truth. How do you know that the ordinary people who come to get the food are not because their families have just met with some misfortune? They may need this bread more than the poor people around them, and those who come back after eating may not be for themselves, but to get a share of food for their family and friends who have difficulty walking. "
"I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't think it through." The young priest named Nimo blushed, "I'll go further to buy bread now. We won't go back tonight until we finish distributing the bread."
Wenger nodded. "Let's call Blount and Bobby. The three of you will be able to move faster."
"Hey, but in that case, you won't have any guards around you."
"I know what you're worried about, but I'm not Morteris. I've never done anything shameful in my life. After living in the university town for so many years, no one has ever tried to harm me," the bishop said calmly.
…
When the last person at the end of the line received his bread, it was already late at night. The church bell behind them rang a total of ten times. Bishop Wenger said to Nemo and the other two, "Thank you for your hard work today."
"Not at all. I learned a lot from you today. No wonder the residents of Gudilesi City love you so much." Nimo's words came from the bottom of his heart.
"Everyone's energy is limited. Those important matters will naturally be taken care of by the higher-ups. All we can do is try our best to help as many people as possible. Isn't this the reason why everyone joined the Divine Hall in the first place? I hope you will not forget this in the future." The bishop waved his hand. "It's getting late. Let's call it a night. Disperse, I'll go back myself."
"Yes, Bishop Wenger."
After nightfall, the bustling street became deserted. At this time, most people were already asleep, so there were no pedestrians on the street. After Nemo and the other two left, the bishop looked a little lonely. He stood in the darkness for a while, looking up, thinking about something.
Half a minute later, he turned around and walked towards the place where he lived. For clergymen like Wenger who had the rank of a bishop, the church would allocate a special residence for them in the city. These residences were usually located in a small building behind the church. However, Wenger had given up that small building and transformed it into a dormitory for those young clergymen who were far away from their homes and did not have a high income. Wenger himself rented a small house at a cheaper price in a place a little further away from home.
Wenger's wife passed away when he was very young. It was said that he had a daughter, but she fell out with her family when she was very young and ran away alone. She had yet to return, so Wenger had been living alone all these years. There was only an old dog named Gudan in the house, who had been with him for more than 20 years.
Wenger walked through the narrow alley as usual, came to the gate, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door. Usually, Gudan would have run out to greet him at this time, but this time, there was no movement in the house.
Wenger was worried that something had happened to Gudan. After all, a dog in his twenties was old. Just more than two years ago, Gudan had a heart attack and almost died several times. Wenger opened the door faster. When he rushed into the house, he saw Gudan lying on the floor with his limbs curled up. He didn't know if he was dead or alive.
Wenger didn't think too much about it. He pulled out the Grimoire from his waist, but the next moment, a cold dagger was pressed against his waist.
Then he heard a voice coming from the darkness. "It's okay, Tom. Let him go."
The door behind Wenger was gently closed, and the owner of the voice lit the candle on the lampstand. Wenger finally saw the two people in the house. It was a man and a woman. They were dressed very strangely. The man was dressed in black and looked like an assassin, but the woman was wearing a long dress. It seemed that she had just returned from a ball. However, both of them had traces of battle on them, and their injuries were not light, especially the assassin in black. There were two deep wounds on his waist and thigh. Although they were simply bandaged, they were now festering because of the lack of medicine.
He had been running a high fever for the past two days, and it was only his willpower that kept him going until now.
However, Wenger's attention was not on him, but the girl in the long dress. From the moment he saw her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He was so focused on her that he didn't notice that the assassin in black had secretly put away the dagger at his waist. The bishop's voice trembled. "Color … is that you?"
"It's me. Long time no see, father," the girl said softly.
Color's answer startled the assassin in black. "Your … your father is the bishop of Gudilesi? Why have I never heard you mention it? "
"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean to hide it. It's a long story between us." Color sighed. "I actually ran away from home, and I haven't contacted him for all these years. If it weren't for Joel, I probably would never have set foot in this small building."
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