Under the moonlight, Hedwig sat at the dining table, facing the icon.
"It's almost Monday. In two or three days, it's time for morning prayers again." Hedwig muttered.
She couldn't help but think of Chen Yi, her brother who didn't care about church laws, and muttered: "Why do you always fail to abide by church laws? You rarely go to Mass and your morning prayers are lax."
Hedwig didn't like her brother's disbelief, but she had no choice. She thought about why her brother was so disbelieving. She had many guesses, but... none of them were accurate enough. It seemed that the disbelief was innate, as if the master Given unbelief.
Hedwig hoped that her brother would believe more. Every time she prayed in the morning, she prayed to St. Venakana, the patron saint of Kexi. She felt something, and St. Venakana heard it. My prayers, therefore, I also told my brother that my voice would reach the ears of the gods.
However, Chen Yi didn't care and said blasphemous words such as "Maybe it doesn't take a saint to be heard by God." He was so insincere.
So Hedwig was sometimes afraid that prayer would be particularly effective.
She clasped her hands, faced the icon, and whispered: "Saint Venakana, who is accompanied by the bright moon, and the humble believer of our Lord, Hedwig of Pune, I beg you to say to the Lord, spare my brother's life. It’s not pious, he just happens to be lost and will eventually change his ways.”
She then recited the words of the Lord God: Heavenly Salvation, Lord of Destiny, three times of descent brings life, three times of decline brings death.
These four directions are the most commonly recited by true believers. Hedwig remembers that some ancient scriptures record that the Lord God actually has seven directions in total, but the last three are: King of Kings, Sacrifice, and Recast. I don’t know which era I stopped reciting. If I forcefully recite it, my pious self will feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience.
Especially "King of kings", when I read it, I always feel that I am chanting the false god of paganism, "King of kings" in their mouth.
As for the "Recast the End", Hedwig had only seen it in very old scriptures, and had never mentioned it in most scriptures.
"I heard the words 'sacrifice and suffering' a lot when I was a child, but gradually, I don't seem to hear it anymore when I grow up." She murmured, and the words she spoke of when she was a child were naturally the memories of Hedwig, who died young.
Hedwig's eyes fell on the study, where her brother studied mysticism.
When will my brother realize and repent?
I'm afraid only the Lord can make him repent.
"Hey, he will definitely say that he is the Lord." Hedwig felt that it was not good to say this, maybe the saint would listen, and added: "My own Lord."
Hedwig clasped her hands together, lowered her head, put her fingers on her forehead, and confessed in front of the icon.
"Believe in the Lord, Hedwig," she said to herself: "The Lord teaches understanding and repentance."
The words just fell.
Suddenly, Hedwig's fingertips trembled.
In front of the icon, the magic circle that maintains the memory projection swayed slightly.
In the study, the twin jellyfish in the box sensed something and opened their golden eyes.
The light of the silver moon instantly broke into pieces in the cracks in the window lattice. In a trance, she had a startling glimpse of the sacred place with thousands of pillars standing above the sea of clouds.
"What's wrong."
Somehow, she vaguely heard the sound of lights being lit.
Hedwig secretly felt that the sudden glimpse she had was due to the repair of something illusory and broken.
Half a second later, Hedwig opened her eyes again, and the icon, magic circle, dining table, study room... the scene at home fell into view again.
"What...is going on? Did I just see...the kingdom of heaven?"
............
He didn't know which Shandivian it was, but he saw something splashed on his thigh. Under the dim light of the fire, he could see that it was warm blood.
He looked back in confusion, and saw the crowd cheering around Klima, noisy, and immersed in the feverish and rising blood. They all went to dip the blood next to Proust's body to share the glory of the winner.
Then, he suddenly saw a torch falling to the ground not far away.
The dim torch has dim flames and sparks flying everywhere.
The tall body collapsed to the ground, blood surging like a river, and blood flowers bloomed in the dry mud.
He didn't have time to react and pulled his wife beside him. The latter was stunned and then screamed miserably.
With this sudden scream and the roaring cheers, the crowd surged up, and a large number of heads were twisted around. Before they could recover from the carnival, they saw their Stan Priest lying on the ground. In a pool of blood.
The troll priest had pierced eyes, a soft throat not covered by scales, and a waterfall of blood flowing out. The instigator was nowhere to be seen.
"ah--"
The women screamed one after another and woke everyone up. Some Shabu people fled away, just like they came in a swarm, and now they dispersed in a swarm. A few bold Shabu people came to the dead priest and made a commotion. It broke out, and the ping-ping-pong-pong sound disturbed the trembling heart.
Chen Yi had long since hid in the crowd, taking advantage of the overlapping commotion, his fingertips trembling with excitement.
"Killing a troll... seems to be no different from killing an elk." Chen Yi murmured in his heart. When Raymond was still alive, he went hunting with him.
Of course, that's assuming the troll doesn't do anything to resist.
Chen Yi didn't feel much about killing, let alone the guilt mentioned by others.
"Maybe I don't feel like I've killed anyone."
Now think about it, Oud technically committed suicide, and the Troll Priest, it's not a human being.
No, isn’t there Proust’s sister?
Chen Yiwu thought of this in hindsight.
"...I don't seem to feel guilty about killing people."
It's like I've been killed before...
And almost every time, after reciting the ancient saying "fraud"...
Is this also the subtle influence of the dead souls in ancient sayings?
Yes, I never killed anyone before Oude...
But this does not mean that those violent dead souls and other people who are familiar with the ancient saying "deception" have never killed anyone.
Chen Yi felt scared for a while.
Before he had time to think too much, Chen Yi saw the guards holding fires rushing towards the center of the commotion. Under the dim night, there were only passing streaks of dim firelight, and the crowds of people were fleeing in all directions. No one noticed him, and he gradually relaxed. tone.
"Ha... the next step is to do a psychic." Chen Yi clenched the cloth stained with the blood of Priest Stan in his hand.
Since it is the priest of the Temple of the Cross, it is likely to know something.
There is also Proust’s sister whose soul has been replaced, from which he may be able to learn about the common methods of the Temple of Misery and take precautions.
He couldn't let the people from the Temple of Misery push Resurrection Town into destruction like in the deduction.
"There is also Scholar Monro. I want to know why he went to find this troll." Chen Yi walked quickly as his mind raced. "He is likely to have something to do with the Temple of Misery."
Rushing home in a hurry, Chen Yi was a little afraid that Hedwig would find blood spattered on her body, and if she took off her clothes, it would be even more suspicious and difficult to explain.
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yi thought: "I just told her that I went to watch the duel between the Shanbu people and spread the word... spread the word..."
Turning the lock on the door, Chen Yi pushed the door open and entered.
"By the way, we have morning prayers in a few days, so we can't forget it this time."
