This is clearly a slum in the Holy City.
Lai Gou'er has become accustomed to it and doesn't think much of it.
In the past, beggars had a special gathering place in Yuding City.
There is such a place in every city. If not, it does not mean that the 'rats' have disappeared. Most likely, they have gone to a place far away from the crowd and where the life is worse.
But Father Solje obviously didn't have such a good attitude.
It was not that he had never seen slums before. He had seen places where poor people gathered in Feka and during his missionary work in other countries.
But the Holy City is different!
It should be a perfect holy place, a paradise of bliss, especially after seeing the extremely luxurious Temple Mount.
But now this scene brought him an unparalleled sense of tearing.
There was no transitional zone between extreme prosperity and extreme poverty... It was the first time he had seen such a strong contrast!
Father Sorje's face was pale, his lips moved, and he walked forward tremblingly.
Lai Gouer followed him quietly.
The two walked a few hundred steps and officially entered this poor land.
Looking around, most of them are small, dirty and dilapidated houses. In the distance, you can still see many wooden sheds with air leakage everywhere, a sad scene.
The most eye-catching thing in the center is an ancient but towering church.
The two of them walked and looked around. They turned a corner along the way and suddenly a group of people appeared in front of them.
The streets are busy. Some people are holding boards as if they are building sheds, while others are cleaning the garbage on the streets.
The most eye-catching thing is a man in rich clothes, in his early fifties, standing on the roadside with his hands behind his back and watching people working.
This lively scene obviously made Father Sorje feel better.
He was stepping forward quickly to ask about the situation.
Unexpectedly, the richly dressed man saw him first and saw that he was wearing a priest's uniform. He looked up and down with a playful look in his eyes.
He said unceremoniously: "Come from the inner city?"
Father Solje hesitated, nodded hesitantly, stretched out his hand and said, "Sorje, what do you call your Excellency?"
"Hope." Hope still had his hands behind his back, and the playful look in his eyes became more intense. He didn't expect that there were still people in the holy city who didn't know his name. "What's the purpose of the priest in this slum? Could it be that he heard that the priest here was sick and took the initiative?" Come on top?"
Soljie retracted his hand and said: "I came from Feka, and I am going to wait for the Pope to be baptized for the second time and be officially promoted to archbishop. Could it be that Mr. Hope lives here?"
Hope raised her eyebrows, spread out her arms, and turned around: "Do you think I live here?"
Father Sorje was a little embarrassed and immediately got to the point: "When I first arrived in the Holy City, why is it that the Holy City is so prosperous but the environment here is so bad? Why doesn't the Holy See help the poor when it has money?"
Hearing this, Hope was suddenly very interested in the priest in front of him: "The church is merciful if it doesn't steal their money, and it also helps the poor. How did you become the archbishop? Are you not lying?"
Hearing this, Father Solje was a little displeased: "Aren't you a believer? Why do you talk about the church like this? I was naturally chosen."
Hope looked him up and down again: "Who is not a believer in the Holy City? The one you chose...how much did you buy it for?"
Father Solje's face turned red: "You... Is there anything wrong with me choosing you?"
Hope curled his lips with some disdain: "I have never heard of someone being selected for the middle and senior levels of the church, but I don't think you are pretending to be stupid, so you should have some background in Feka."
This person is so rude!
Father Solje frowned tightly, resisting the idea of leaving, and said: "Since you look down on the church so much, why are you still a believer? Why don't you leave as soon as possible? Aren't you afraid that I will spread what you said? Going?"
Hope sneered: "How can I hang out outside if I don't believe in religion? How can I get any benefits if I don't believe in religion? It seems that you really don't know anything. I thought you went to the slums to have fun."
"What if it spreads out? We all said it in private. There are a few people in the Holy City who don't know me, Hope. Who will believe you, a little bishop?"
Father Sorje had a sullen face: "So you are well-known in the Holy City, then why are you here in this slum?"
"I'm running a small business. I sell at least 20% of the furniture in the Holy City." Hope said calmly, "As for why I'm here, it's not because, sir, I'm kind-hearted and don't want to see the poor suffer. , come over and donate some small money to help them improve their lives."
Father Solje looked at the busy crowd around him and his expression softened a little.
Although Hope's words are a bit confusing and a bit arrogant, it is obviously good to be able to do something practical to help people.
Hope glanced sideways at Lai Gou'er behind him, and asked with interest: "Your slave is quite strong and looks a bit special. Where did you buy it?"
slave? Say who?
Father Sorje was a bit at a loss for his mouth.
Lai Gouer looked at Hope in confusion and pointed at himself.
"Yes, it's you! Where did you buy it from?"
Two blue veins suddenly appeared on Lai Gouer's forehead.
Damn, some people said before that he looked like a noble, and now this person who came out of nowhere said that he looked like a slave.
No wonder this bitch didn't even look at him.
"What? Do I look like a slave?" Lai Gou'er said slowly.
Hope smiled: "I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I have seen a lot of people. I think your temperament has almost blended in with the surrounding environment. But your mouth does not look like a slave, and it has a bit of an aristocratic accent."
"It would be rude if I guessed wrong."
Lai Gouer's expression gradually became serious.
This guy has a different vision and is generally poisonous... He is often with Duke Alves, and over time, he will inevitably get some of his style.
You can hear this subtlety in just one sentence, which shows that this person has extremely rich experience in the world. It would be a good way to find this kind of person for information.
Lai Gou'er said: "Mr. Hope, it's our first time for the priest and I to go to the Holy City, and we don't know much about this place. We are destined to meet each other, so why don't I invite you to have a drink and we can make friends."
Hope didn't give any face at all: "There are many people in the city who want to drink with me, but not everyone can waste my time casually..." He paused after saying this, with a smile on his lips, and pointed The church not far away, "But it's not impossible."
"There is a church in this slum area. Originally there was only one priest in the church. He was a good man. He came from the inner city and wanted to help the poor."
"But after working for about ten days, he said he was sick and came home. I think he couldn't bear it and ran away on his own. There is no one in the church right now. How about you go there for a while, Father, and I will have a drink with you?"
"Okay, I agree." Father Solje said without any hesitation.
The church cannot be without clergy, and besides, he originally wanted to stay and see more.
After seeing this slum area, I always feel a little uncomfortable, and the thought of returning to a prosperous place makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Father, are you serious?" Hope was surprised and had said it casually.
Unexpectedly, he actually agreed, which made him look high.
"I never tell lies." Father Sorje's eyes were firm.
Hope couldn't help but clapped twice: "Okay! It seems that you are really different from ordinary people. There is also a bar in this slum, let's go have a drink!"
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