Three Hundred and Sixtieth IX Demagogic

The weather was fine this day, and the rising sun poured vigorous sunlight into the city of Sur without hesitation. The pale golden light painted the city with a layer of almost divine color. The simple bell tower, the solemn temple, the high and low houses, and the outlines of the many buildings became blurred, blending into a picture scroll like heaven.

A charcoal pencil is moving on the plain drawing paper, every line drawn by the pen tip is clean and concise, and they constitute the prototype of a city panorama. It is clearly a black and white drawing, but the weight of the pen and even the depth changes between the stitches subtly create a rich sense of layering comparable to an oil painting. Vera was sitting on the fence of the roof of the City Lord's Mansion, her fair legs intertwined, and a girl as quiet as a ghost was painting towards the city.

The rooftop is so quiet, only the soft rustling sound of the charcoal brush passing over the drawing paper echoes. So when the sound of footsteps appeared on the rooftop, it seemed so abrupt. Vera stopped her brush, turned her head, and saw Father Miro with an embarrassed expression on his face.

In the girl's eyes, Father Miro was so uncomfortable, like a vulgar thing that couldn't fit in this space.

He scratched his head and said, "Did I bother you?"

Vera didn't speak, just shook her head, turned her head and continued to draw the unfinished work in her hand.

Father Miro stretched his waist and said, "I don't want to disturb you either, but look, even Edward has gone to Storm City. You are the only 'acquaintance' left in this city, so I won't talk to you anymore. I'm almost suffocating."

He glanced at the girl again and said, "It's too dangerous for you to sit on the fence, in case you fall..."

"It's okay, for the time being, I can't see my own death date yet." Vera said nonchalantly.

Father Miro said, "Having the ability to peek into the future is also very distressing. For example, seeing people around me die, I must be very troubled."

Vera's brush was suddenly too forceful, the tip of the brush broke, and a long dark line was drawn on the drawing paper. Mi Luotian saw it so well, and immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, and said little: "Well, I didn't mean it. Hey, I can't even chat anymore..."

"I've seen my parents die, but I can't stop it from happening." Vera raised her head. In her eyes, the world only has two colors: black and white: "So sometimes, I hate myself for this ability. Even, I think I could just stab my eyes blind, but that won’t stop it. Sometimes, those images simply ignore my wishes and are forced into my head. Probably only when I die, these things can really stop.”

"Don't mess around." The priest quickly said, "Suicide is a felony, and God does not allow such things to happen."

"God..." Vera asked quietly, "Father,

Are there really gods in this world? If so, why did he allow so much misfortune to happen. "

Milo sighed softly, put his hands on his chest and said, "Miss Vera, it doesn't really matter whether you have gods or not. The important thing is whether you have faith. Faith cannot bring about material changes, but it can change Our spirit makes us brave fighters. I believe in Christ, not because I believe that Almighty God can bring me instant changes. But it makes me believe that as long as I go on, I can always find a ray of life Sunlight."

"Sometimes, all it takes is a tiny ray of sunshine to save a world."

Vera's shoulders trembled slightly, as if touched, she lowered her head and said in a subtle voice, "Thank you."

"That, you're welcome." Father Miro laughed loudly, rubbing his head. The solemnity just now disappeared, and the current appearance has changed back to the previous appearance of a third-rate magic stick.

A carriage drove into the City Lord's Mansion at this time, Milo let out a "huh" and leaned on the railing to look down. Two people got out of the carriage, it was Alan and Edward. As if sensing Milo's gaze, Allen looked up. Then I saw the girl in black and white sitting on the stone railing on the roof bathed in the morning light. The morning breeze gently lifted her hair, and the gesture of her lightly brushing her hair was already in the picture.

Well, it would be even better if there wasn't Father Milo nearby.

In the study, three cups of freshly brewed black tea were placed on the table. After the maid retreated, Father Miro let out a suppressed cry: "Religion, you actually want to promote the teachings of Christ in this world?"

"It may need to be revised a little bit. The ultimate goal is to let this new sect be used by us." Allen said, and looked at Father Miro: "What do you think of this plan?"

"It's wonderful!" Father Miro stood up excitedly and said: "Edward is right. Starting from religion is undoubtedly a very good entry point. But at the beginning of the implementation, we have to do a good job. Thorough preparations to achieve a blockbuster effect."

"For example?"

"Listen, Master Allen. In order to gain the faith of more believers, we need a god full of mystery, and this god must also have the ability to perform miracles. Just imagine, a god who can perform miracles There are many gods in the empire, but there are only legends, and there are no miracles compared to the indigenous gods. If you were a believer, which one would you choose as your lifelong belief?"

Allen thought carefully and said, "Nature is God, and the reason is very simple. A god who can perform miracles is naturally much stronger than other nominal indigenous gods."

"That's right, this is the human heart. And the essence of religion is to deceive people at the beginning of its implementation." Father Miro said blasphemous words without hesitation: "Even in Christ, there is the Holy Son Jesus who died and resurrected." , bone regeneration and many other legends with a strong mysterious color, aiming to add a layer of divinity to the teachings. Therefore, at the beginning of the promotion, a sacred and magnificent church is necessary. If possible, we Then artificially create some light and shadow effects to increase the mystery of the sect."

"It's simple, my fire, plus Edward's style, I believe it can leave a deep impression on the people watching the ceremony." Allen laughed.

Father Miro was inspired and said excitedly: "No, this is not enough. We also need more practical miracles, such as a saint who can peek into the future. Hey, there is no more vivid spokesperson for the gods than this gone."

"Peeping into the future..." Allen said dumbly, "You want Vera to play such a saint?"

"Why not? Miss Vera's temperament is so ethereal, and she is most suitable for playing a role full of divinity. And her ability, isn't it a miracle? Think about it, if she makes a certain prophecy, and this prophecy is very If it is soon to be realized, may I ask what miracle is more convincing than this. At that time, I am afraid that people will cry and beg me to let them join the association."

"Looks like I need two assistants, no, three!"

Allen couldn't laugh or cry: "You can have as many assistants as you want, and it sounds quite feasible. I don't know Vera..."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the black and white picturesque girl stood outside the door and said indifferently: "I am willing. As a member of the hunting group, I am also obliged to contribute my own strength. If becoming a so-called saint can help you , I'd be happy to do that."

Father Miro blinked and said, "Look, this is the first miracle."

Allen nodded, looked at Edward and said, "Then I will leave it to you to organize the church."

"my pleasure."

Walking in the city of Sur in the afternoon, the sun lazily passes through the gaps in the buildings, leaving spots of light of different sizes on the street. With his hands in his pockets, Allen leisurely shuttled through the streets and alleys of Sur City like an ordinary teenager. From time to time, children's laughter and the mother's laughter and cursing could be heard behind.

This kind of aimless wandering around is a very luxurious thing for him. But now that the follow-up matters have been properly arranged, Allen doesn't mind relaxing a little bit. It can be seen that the city of Sur has undergone subtle changes since his first visit. The smiles on people's faces are more than before, the main streets have expanded a lot, the dilapidated buildings have been repaired, and the whole city is full of prosperity.

Enabling the people in the territory to live and work in peace and contentment is the greatest achievement of every lord. And managing the city in such an orderly manner is a manifestation of Edward's ability, which gave Allen a deeper understanding of the Maritan boy.

On the way, someone finally recognized Alan as a knight, so people greeted him frequently, and the half-grown children chased him to listen to his story of attacking Storm City. In the end, Allen couldn't shirk it, and told the children about the war in Storm City in front of a small mill. Hearing the tense place, these children all exclaimed. From their shining eyes, Allen saw a new hope for the city.

He didn't return home until evening. Father Miro had just finished receiving the old priest of the God of War Temple, and the two of them talked about something. When they left, the old priest had a smile on his face, and he seemed to have gained a lot. Allen looked at the priest thoughtfully, and Milo raised his hand and said, "I just ask Mr. Priest for some religious advice."

Allen shrugged: "You don't need to explain anything, I know you can do that well."

"Of course, that's my old profession." Mi coughed: "Of course, it's a little bit more difficult than what I did on Earth."

"You seem to be in a good mood this afternoon?"

"Spend an afternoon with a group of children, and your mood will be as wonderful as mine. There is no impurity in their eyes, so clear, just like the original beauty of this world. If you can not grow up, I really hope they will always be That's what it looks like." Allen said sincerely while pouring himself a glass of water.

Milo didn't take it seriously: "Sometimes when you become naive, you are comparable to Archimedes."

Allen's hand holding the cup shook slightly.

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