Hearing Ophelia's words, Gwen raised his eyebrows. "The female priestesses are in an awkward situation? What's the situation? "
"After the siege, the original Knight Regiment and battle priestesses of the church were severely reduced. They are now being reorganized and reorganized. The Grand Patriarch is ready to turn those who pass the assessment into White Knights, but there is a problem … the female priestesses and female Knights do not seem to be very suitable for the White Knight's style and equipment.
"In addition, as far as I know, the main priestesses of the South Church are made up of the White Knight Regiment. They are, of course, powerful warriors of the Holy Light and very reliable on the battlefield, but as the window to spread the doctrine, their style is a bit …"
Ophelia was a little hesitant. Even with the experience of a thousand-year-old disobedient, she seemed to feel a little conflicted at the moment. But she still said, "Their style is not very suitable for being close to the people. We tried to reopen the confession room in the church area and let the White Knight take turns to guard it, hoping to relieve the pressure of the people after the war, but there was almost no response … "
Gwen could almost guess what was going on.
Ophelia sighed and said helplessly, "To be honest, after those who went to the confession room knew that there was a White Knight in there, they were very worried that the person in there would jump out and hammer them to death if they said that they had done something wrong, although we all know that it is impossible …"
Gwen could not help but put his hand on his forehead.
This situation did exist. He did not know what went wrong (probably related to the personal style of the Grand Patriarch), but the Church of the Holy Light in the South had embarked on a certain path of no return since the reformation. It was organized in the way of a "religious regiment". Although there were also ordinary priestesses and nuns, its main structure was the White Knight Regiment and the "mechanical friars" who assisted the regiment. This militarized organization, together with the control of the government office, ensured that the South Church was highly controllable and loyal. But on the other hand …
It seemed that there was a problem with its style.
Back in the Southern Territory, during times of war, such a church wouldn't have been a problem. However, the overly rigid and cold White Knight had a natural lack of "affinity". In the current situation, this became a shortcoming.
What Ophelia said was also true: the current White Knight set was not suitable for female clergy, so it had to be redesigned.
Even without considering all the problems mentioned above, it was necessary to make proper arrangements for the female priests during the reformation of the Church. In this regard, Wright probably didn't have mature experience. If Ophelia wanted to implement any measures, she naturally had to ask for Gwen's opinion.
"Since the North Church is going to be reformed, it naturally includes all priests and friars. Go and count the number of combat-type and clerical priestesses. Discuss with Wright about a new organization and management method. Show me the plan. In addition, I will also arrange for the research department to start a project as soon as possible to create equipment suitable for female priests. "
"Thank you for your understanding." Ophelia bowed her head in gratitude. "Other than that, I have no other questions."
Gwen nodded and said, "That's all for today."
Ophelia stood up. Before leaving the study, she turned her head slightly and glanced at the bookshelf next to her. She nodded gently with a smile.
After she left, the air next to the bookshelf immediately trembled and twisted, and Hu Po's figure jumped out of thin air, shouting loudly, "She really saw me!!"
"You can't hide from her. Didn't she know before?" Gwen looked at the half-elf. "We found you at the same time when you entered the room. But I'm a little surprised that you waited quietly for so long."
"I was curious about what you were talking about." Amber waved her hand. "And I'm more or less the director of the Military Intelligence, I know when to interrupt and when to be quiet."
As she spoke, the half-elf sighed. "But then again … it's really amazing. Their understanding and research of God is really a little scary. In fact, I kind of regretted listening to half of it. Veronica didn't mind saying this in front of me. It seems that she sincerely wants to cooperate with us."
Gwen looked at the half-elf who said that she regretted listening but was actually indifferent. He couldn't help but ask, "After knowing the secrets of God and the truth of the disobedience plan, don't you feel anything? I remember that you claim to be a believer of the Goddess of Shadow … "
"First of all, I didn't claim to be one. I really believe it. Secondly, I'm not an ordinary believer. I'm the Chosen One. Believe it, I'm really the Chosen One!" Amber emphasized. Then she pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "To be honest, it would be a lie to say that I didn't feel anything. I don't believe that the Goddess of Shadow's Kingdom is such a terrible place, and I don't believe that she's really malicious to humans … I've talked to her before. She's a very gentle Goddess. She even taught me how to cook. How could it be like what Veronica said …"
Gwen was stunned when he heard Amber say that the Goddess taught her how to cook. He once again confirmed that her identity as the Chosen One was just a bluff. But then he remembered that he had known the half-elf for a long time. Looking at her saying these things so naturally, and seeing that she didn't look like she was bragging at all, Gwen was a little doubtful.
Could it be that she's telling the truth? Or at least, she thinks it's true …
But how could that be? There was a belief in the Goddess of the Night in this world. Although this belief was a little special, and the believers didn't have large-scale gatherings and churches, at least there were some Chosen One and high-ranking priests in the Realm of the Night. They didn't mention that the Goddess of the Night was a Goddess who taught people how to cook … Anyway, what kind of Goddess would do that?
"I'm a little doubtful about what you believe in," Gwen said with a frown. "What do you think now?"
"… I want to ask the Goddess and hear her explain it herself," Amber's expression became serious, and she said word by word, "The next time I come into contact with a high-ranking believer of the Shadow, I'll look for clues from them. In short, before I have concrete evidence, I can't fully believe what Veronica said. "
At this point, she quickly added, "Of course, I believe that most of what she said is true, or at least there's evidence to support it. The other gods are probably as dangerous as she said, but the Goddess of the Shadow is definitely not!"
Looking at Amber's confident face, Gwen finally realized one thing: this half-elf really believed in the Goddess of the Shadow — and not the kind of belief that just because it was free.
But this guy's usual words and actions didn't show the slightest sign of faith.
This made Gwen fall into an endless dilemma.
He had to take a deep breath to calm himself down, and said in a deep voice, "I respect your belief, but in any case, it's necessary for us to cooperate with the rebels at this stage. In the long run, we also have to be prepared for the dark future that Veronica described. I don't want to have internal disagreements and misunderstandings on this point."
"I understand," Amber nodded, and her droopy ears perked up slightly. "Anyway, what Veronica wants to do now is just to transfer the faith of the humans. I'm the chosen one of the God of the Night, so my faith won't be affected by this transfer. And if one day it really comes to the worst … it can only prove that she's right, and I have no reason to hesitate."
Just as Gwen knew her, this half-elf had always been aware of the issues that needed to be dealt with seriously.
The rebels and the gods …
Gwen sighed in his heart. The information he heard from Veronica/Ophelia today had once again stirred up waves in his heart.
What kind of existence were the gods that really existed in this world? Were they protecting the world, or were they looking forward to the latter's destruction?
Even the rebels could not explain the paradoxical nature of the gods, nor their seemingly chaotic yet sometimes rational and tendentious behavior. They could only proceed from the facts, preparing for the moment when the gods showed their malice over thousands of years.
As for the true characteristics of the gods, Gwen actually had his own guesses:
Perhaps those powerful existences were too beyond the understanding of mortals. They could no longer be measured by the simple concept of "good and evil," because the concept of good and evil was nothing more than a concept created by mortals who were trapped in their own cognition.
The gods might be operating in a more advanced and incomprehensible logic system. Their behavior of protecting or destroying the world had nothing to do with good and evil, but had other reasons.
The second possibility was even more frightening and disturbing:
Could it be that the gods were crazy?
Or, could they be a kind of "creature" that periodically fell into madness? When a certain "doomsday moment" came, all the gods would go crazy uncontrollably!
The two legendary masters who crossed the rift and came back half-crazy left the sentence "this is a countdown", which actually referred to the countdown for the gods to maintain their sanity.
If it was the second possibility, then Veronica's careful transformation of the Church of Holy Light and her attempt to shield the "earthly bridge" without alarming the gods would be really meaningless. Whether the gods would start the doomsday had nothing to do with whether the rebels had alarmed them, but only with a countdown.
A countdown that no one knew the specific scale, could come to an end at any time, and was probably still ticking now.
The demonic tide was unpredictable and could destroy the world, but at least the surveillance satellites hanging high in space could give a warning to a certain extent. But if the countdown to maintain sanity really existed, Gwen really had no way to predict it!
At this moment, Amber's voice came from the side, waking Gwen from his contemplation. "Old dumpling … your expression is a bit scary."
Gwen looked up and temporarily suppressed the complicated thoughts in his mind. "No … nothing. Let's not talk about this first. Let's talk about you. What's the matter? "
Amber hesitated for a moment before she said the original purpose of her visit today. "I've found a clue."
"A clue?" Gwen did not understand at first, but then he understood what she meant. "You found Surrey? Clues about Randolph? "
"He was a Shadow Guard of the Royal Family, and he was personally conferred the title by Francis II. He was a Shadow Guard of the Royal Family with a secret noble title. That was why he had a noble title and was not in the normal noble genealogical register." Since he had already opened his mouth, Amber might as well reveal everything. "His last mission was to go to the Gloom Mountains to look for clues to the Legacy of Gondor. The reason why he stayed in the south and became a thief was because he defected.
Gwen was speechless.
"Wait a minute. This is a bit too much information. I need to sort it out." Gwen rubbed his forehead and could not help but mutter. "Why is there so much information today?"
"This is the information I found. You can sort it out as you read," Amber said as she took out the register and record file she got from the Raven. "I have confirmed that he is indeed my foster father. The name and appearance match."
Gwen took the file and skimmed through it carefully. There was not much information on it. After Randolph's early experience, the rest of the content could be read in a few minutes. He said while reading, "He never mentioned his identity and experience to you?"
"No, I always thought he was a native of the Southern Territory and a lousy thief. But now that I think about it, his nose bridge is very high, and the color of his eyes is slightly lighter. These are actually … the characteristics of the northerners …"
"This country is narrow between the North and the South, and the ethnic difference between the North and the South is relatively small. You were young at that time, so it's normal that you couldn't tell. And his identity as a defected shadow guard … is really not suitable for an ignorant child to know." Gwen quickly finished reading the file and put it aside. "He defected during the mission to look for Gondor's legacy in the Gloom Mountains. This is a breakthrough. Was he looking for the Defiant Stronghold?"
"I don't know, and I don't understand. Even if he was looking for the Defiant Stronghold, why would he defect?"
"Yeah …" Gwen crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand. His voice was deep. "This is really a problem …"
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