Looking at the people in front of him who were full of vigilance, vigilance, and even hatred, Wright was silent for a moment.
He was not an excellent preacher — not even an excellent priest. He knew this from a long time ago.
He was just an orphan who was picked up from a pile of firewood. His survival was all thanks to the kindness of the old dean of the monastery. For a full twenty years before he awakened his Holy Light talent, he was just a servant and a servant in the monastery. He was not like the priests of orthodox birth who received a complete theological education, nor was he like the lucky ones who could learn how to deal with the scheming of the higher-ups in a short period of time.
In the year of the old abbot's death, he cried bitterly as he felt the call of the Holy Light. The gift of the Gift of Spirituality saved him from the fate of becoming a slave in the monastery after the death of his protector. From then on, he took off the rough linen clothes of a servant and put on the robes of a priest. But he was still the rude and lowly servant in the eyes of everyone. He received the full set of education that an official priest should receive, and he strictly and almost harshly followed every code of virtue recorded in the sacred scriptures. Because the old abbot once said that those virtues were the biggest difference between human beings and beasts.
However, after he learned all those things and turned them into his own code of conduct, he found that he was further away from the other priests. The teachings of the Holy Light that he valued so much did not seem to be so important in the eyes of most of the clergymen of this era...
He knew that he was an exception among the priests. He knew that the rules he stubbornly followed were no longer appropriate in the eyes of the priests of this era. He knew all the slander, scheming, and ostracism behind his back, but he never said anything about it. Because at least he believed in one thing: the Holy Light was ultimately used to protect others. The God of Holy Light would ultimately protect this world. And those who used the Holy Light, even if they no longer valued the classical virtues, at least they still stood on the side of justice.
That was why he calmly accepted the Church's exclusion. This was the price he had to pay for his "untimely" decision. He also calmly accepted the mission of preaching in the barren lands of the Southern Border without any support, because spreading the gospel of the Holy Light was what he was most willing to do. But he … could not face these people in front of him calmly.
Even when his missionary work was at its worst and most difficult, what he faced was only the numbness of the people. However, what he saw on these people's faces was genuine hatred and enmity.
"I'm Cecil's priest, Wright. Avelken, you can call me Wright. "The tall Wright walked in front of those people and slowly sat down." I am the only priest of the Holy Light in this land, so you can think of me as the person in charge of the Holy Light Church here. As you can see, I have no weapon, no hostility, and I have already left the central area of the Holy Church. Now, I just want to know what happened in the Holy Spirit Plain. "
"You burned down our church!"
A young woman shouted uncontrollably, but she was immediately pulled aside by the man next to her.
There were more than 20 people here, but Wright was alone. However, these people were extremely nervous because they knew that the priest in front of them was an extraordinary. The power of an extraordinary was not something ordinary people could fight against, not to mention the bulging muscles on the priest's body. Even if he did not have extraordinary power, the people present might not necessarily be his match …
And there was a more important point: this priest was the only priest in the territory. Did this mean that this priest was sent by the Lord to "investigate" them?
They did not expect that after escaping the Holy Spirit Plain, they still had to be investigated by the clergy of the Holy Light in this new sanctuary.
Wright saw that these people were nervous. He softened his tone and said, "Please don't worry, I only represent myself — I don't represent the Lord. At this moment, I don't even represent the Church. About the burning down of the church, I heard rumors on the way here. The priests of the Holy Light in the Holy Spirit Plain … Why did they burn down the churches of other denominations? "
The people looked at each other. Finally, someone said, "Because they found evidence that someone was performing a cult ritual in the church … And the officiant of the church did turn into a monster because of the witchcraft …"
"Then why were you exiled? I can feel that you are just ordinary people … "
"They forced us to change our faith." The woman who spoke first covered her face. "They used the Holy Light to light the fire and asked us to make a choice by the fire. If we converted to the Holy Light and donated half of our wealth as atonement, we were innocent. If we did not convert to the Holy Light, we had to walk through the fire to prove our innocence. They said that the fire lit by the Holy Light would only burn the guilty. If we died in the fire, we would be the minions of the cultists …"
The person next to her said, "Some were pushed into the fire, some converted to the Holy Light, and we … escaped in advance."
The topic was opened. These people who had been in fear for a long time seemed to have reached a critical point. At this moment, they could no longer care about anything else and began to talk about the hardships they had encountered along the way.
"As soon as we escaped, they said that we were all bewitched by the evil gods, and that we were already depraved beyond redemption …"
"They burned down our houses in the city, took away our belongings, and hunted down those who escaped with the lord …"
"We spent all our wealth, bribed soldiers and merchants, and ran south from the Holy Spirit Plain. Because the north was close to the Captical, there were more churches of the Holy Light there …"
"First, we took a carriage, then walked to Pittsburg. In the end, we were stuffed into the cabin like fish. We hid among the barrels and searched. We could barely lie down to sleep. We could only lie down a few at a time, and take turns sleeping …"
"Three people died on the ship, and were thrown into the river …"
Wright quietly listened to everyone's experience. Under his priest robe, his fists clenched again and again.
He could hardly imagine that this was something that his former church compatriots would do … Were they crazy? Could it be that the last bit of the Holy Light's teachings had disappeared from their minds?
Who determined that it was heretical? Who thought of using the Holy Light to light the fire to identify evil? What was an atonement fee?
After everyone had finished, there was a long silence. Until Wright took the initiative to break the silence. "In the city … there is a small church in the north of the mage district. That is my church.
"No, I will not force you to convert. I just want to tell you that if any of you are sick, injured, or a child wants candy in the future, you can find me there … I will always be there."
After saying this, the sturdy warrior-like priest stood up and left the place as quickly as he could, leaving the people in the shack looking at each other.
Wright quickly passed through the streets and returned to the church. He took out the letter from the headquarters of the regional church and carefully read every word on it. Now, he finally understood what the letter said about the pope calling on all churches to fight against heretics.
After reading the letter, he was silent for a long time. Finally, he raised his other hand and gently rubbed it twice.
A white flame burst out from his fingertips. It was a slightly dim Holy Light, but it was still enough to ignite the paper. After a few seconds, the letter turned into a handful of ashes that drifted with the wind.
Outside the church, a lazy and elegant female figure, who looked out of place with the pedestrians around her, paused for a moment.
It was a tall woman wearing a lavender gauze dress. In the cold season of early spring, her thin dress was very eye-catching. However, the pedestrians around her did not seem to see her and walked past her one by one.
The woman's face was also covered with a lavender veil, only revealing a pair of curious eyes. At this moment, those eyes were looking in the direction of the church's gate. Although the gate was now closed, she seemed to be able to see the situation inside through the gate. While looking, she softly laughed. "Hmm … Humans are really complicated creatures …"
Then, the woman withdrew her gaze and looked at the developed city in front of her.
"Speaking of which … How did this place develop so fast? When were these small buildings built? When did these people come out?" The woman muttered and put her hands on her waist. "Last time I came here, it was all shacks!"
Just as he finished muttering this sentence, a crisp but irritating exclamation suddenly came from behind him. "Wow! It's you again! "
The woman instantly turned her head, and indeed, she saw the half-elf, half-God-knows-what fellow standing behind her. He was rather impolitely pointing at her with half a candy stick (a local snack) in his hand.
Then, the annoying hybrid yelled again. "And you're wearing the same clothes and veil as last time. Are you that poor?"
Melita? Pânia, a senior agent of the Mithril Vault, a top service industry professional who specialized in dealing with high-class clients, a well-mannered and elegant lady, wanted to kick the guy in front of her out again.
But the next second, she said with a reserved smile, "I'm here to visit Gwen? Duke Cecil, please lead the way. "
"Oh," Hu Po quickly stuffed the remaining half of the frosted candy stick into his mouth, chewing and swallowing it. He then extended his hand, "Six copper coins."
"Melita?" Pânia's eyebrows twitched. "Didn't you say three last time?"
"It increased. My position is now bigger, so it's twice as expensive." Amber said with conviction. "You'd better make a decision quickly. Maybe it'll increase later …"
Half an hour later, Gwen, who was studying the mechanical design in his study, was suddenly interrupted by a voice from the door. "Hey! Gwen! Someone's looking for you! "
Gwen jerked his head up and looked at Amber in surprise. "Why did you come in from the door … Hmm?
Miss Pony? "
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