"You came here this time, don't you just want to ask me about this gold coin?"
"Of course not. The most important thing is to come here and let you identify something." Plissen handed the glass bottle that was suspected to contain the stigma of the briber to Nuo Ling,
"See if this stigmata is complete, if there are any problems, and if I can form a contract with it."
"Okay, I got a new stigma so quickly." Nuo Ling observed the golden flocculent lines in the glass bottle. He tapped the glass bottle lightly with his slender fingers, and the lines in the bottle also followed. And moving, exuding a dazzling golden halo.
"Are Greed, Shadow, and Wealth the Holy Orders based on Mammon? The Stigma of the Briberyman unexpectedly fits you. If you can successfully form a contract with it, I'm afraid there will be a big improvement. ."
"I know this too, and that's why I'm here to find you."
"Understood, let me help you form a contract, no problem, but the risk of forming a contract this time is much higher than last time, so you have to be more careful."
"Keep your heart and avoid losing yourself, right?"
"Yes, the past memories contained in the stigmata belong to others after all. Although you have perceptions and experiences, ultimately, you are just a bystander."
"Understood, I am a veteran audience member, and I can still grasp my own positioning." Plisson nodded.
"Then get ready." Nuo Ling opened the glass bottle, and the golden flocculent lines inside slowly floated and stopped in front of Plissen's eyes.
And Pleasant's consciousness gradually became chaotic, as if he had fallen into an unknown void. Silence, very silence.
It was as silent as the deep night. In a daze, Pleasant even felt that he had lost his hearing.
The scene in front of him gradually changed, from a green core space to a city street where prosperity and loneliness coexist.
Prosperity belongs to the towering high-rise buildings and the wealthy businessmen and nobles passing through, while loneliness belongs to the low-rise slums and the beggars along the streets.
Pleasant's perspective was fixed on an old small bowl containing several coins. At the same time, a memory that did not belong to him mixed into his consciousness.
Jerlend Efron was a child of a fisherman's family near Tianying's northern border. During a military conflict between Tianying and Canglan, his parents were blown to pieces by magic cannon shells. , although he escaped, he lost most of his hearing in the roaring gunfire.
His village was destroyed by the spread of the war, and he was lucky enough to get on a cargo ship heading to Albany, becoming one of the few survivors in this fierce conflict.
In this way, a child who lost everything came to Albany, the most prosperous city in Skyhawk.
Albany is big, but it cannot accommodate anyone who cannot bring value to this place. Countless people who have fallen into the trough hope that this prosperous city can give them a chance to turn around, but they cannot get any response from the city.
Here is Tianying's largest trading market and the most prosperous urban area, but it also has Tianying's largest slum.
It is difficult for a young deaf man to be qualified for any job in Albany. There is only one job that does not require any threshold that is particularly suitable for him, and that is begging.
On the streets of Albany, he was kicked to the ground by an accompanying guard just because he took one more look at an aristocratic lady passing by.
He once had an ear bitten off after fighting with wild dogs for food in an Albany alley.
A large number of memories were transferred to Pleasant's mind, and countless fragmentary fragments were clearly imprinted on Pleasant's consciousness, as if he had really experienced these things.
This time the memory transmission was far more violent than the last time of Penny's memory, and Pleasant could not even maintain his conscious awareness.
Suddenly, a kind old woman appeared in his vision. The old woman was wearing slightly plain clothes and held his hand on the cold street corner.
"Child, come with me, and I will take you to a new family." The old woman's voice was plain and warm, as if there was an invisible magic power that made people involuntarily convinced.
Pleasant followed Gerund's memory all the way, and the old woman took him to a church where a large number of homeless children were sheltered.
Most of them were abandoned because of their physical disabilities, and were eventually taken in by the old woman in this Earth Mother Church.
When Jarend was here, when his peers who were similar to him looked at him with equal eyes, he finally felt a sense of belonging in this cold city.
Jerlend's memories from then on helped the church to be closely connected. The person who brought him here was Mrs. Astor, a wealthy philanthropist who donated a large amount of wealth to this Mother Church to help the poor and take in abandoned children.
Although this Earth Mother Church is remote, it occupies a large area. In addition to the main church and houses, there are even classrooms for children to study. Compared to a church, this place is more like an orphanage.
Although this is a church, there are not many Earth Mother believers who come here to pray. Even the statue of Earth Mother in the center of the church looks a little dim.
In the dead of night, Jerend had seen the statue of the Earth Mother in this church slowly turning over, revealing the other side that glowed with golden light.
It was a golden statue of a two-headed raven, shining particularly brightly in the dark night. Although the image of the two-headed crow looks strange, it seems particularly kind in Jerlend's eyes.
"The noble Earth Mother is not willing to extend her kindness to the poor."
"Albany's Holy Tree Cathedral has held many charity meetings, but the number of beggars on the streets of Albany has not decreased."
"The money raised by the conference ended up in the pockets of those clergy."
"But this church, which truly performs relief work, not only did not receive half of the donations, but was almost demolished due to disrepair." Mrs. Astor once said to the young Gerend.
"Those high-ranking clergy are all parasites lying on the soles of the statues sucking blood, and Mother Earth, who turns a blind eye to all this, is not worthy of our respect at all."
"Only the truly kind Lord can hear the sorrow and suffering echoing in the world."
“Only the truly merciful Lord is willing to bring help to those who are suffering.”
"He was able to respond kindly to my call and give me precious gold, silver and wealth so that I could practice these truly right things."
"My child, are you willing to abandon your previous beliefs and become a member of our greedy sect?" In the dim night, under the golden statue of the god, the kind old lady stretched out her hand to Jarende.
And Jaronde also made a decision that would determine his life.
"...I do."
