Thousands of years ago, the last bishop of the Ring Cathedral, Benedict Eckmont, had the good habit of keeping a diary, a habit that was not uncommon even among monks who were as literate as him.
On the first page of the diary, Chenduil saw that the diary began ten years after Saint Venacana cut his wrists and bled.
[Wednesday, December 14, 1957 in the Lord’s Calendar, sunny.
I don't know how many sunny days it has been. The only thing I know is that sunny days are getting rarer and rarer.
It is said that there was a pale shower in a village outside the city... The whole village was suffering from the death-soul disease. I have sent several monks to take care of it, hoping to bring back good news. Hope the Lord will bless you. 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1957, December 29, Thursday, yin.
It's another cloudy day, and the clock strikes eleven today, getting ready for the New Year. That village is all infected with the Dead Soul Disease... Our monks are unable to cure them, so I can only go there myself. Alas, Lord, I hope you will bless me, and through my hands, let those people be freed from pain. 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1958, January 12, Friday, is yin.
Among the people in that village, we tried our best but could only eliminate the Dead Soul Disease in one-third of the people. The remaining villagers... alas...
Lord, forgive my faults...and hope they can come to your kingdom. 】
Qinduil paused for a moment after reading this, then looked at Chen Yi and said: "The remaining villagers may be dead. I have seen it in the clan's classics. At that time, there were very long ways to deal with the dead soul disease. For a period of time, people have been killed by burning at the stake.”
"Keep reading." Chen Yi tried to remain calm.
Then, Qinduil read a few unimportant pages one after another, most of which described some daily routine and trivial matters that did not deserve too much attention.
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1958, January 12, Friday, rained.
It was sunny this morning, but it started to rain just after noon. Fortunately, the rain was not pale. However, bad news came one after another from churches and monasteries across the Northern Territory, and the curse of dead souls still failed to let us go... Is it really as those pagans said...
No, how could I listen to those fallacies? The Lord is our only God. 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1958, Thursday, February 23rd, it rained.
King Wilfred summoned me, and asked me what was going on. I made no secret of it, and a long silence fell between us.
He was supported by Saint Vena Cana and ascended to the throne. It must be said that the king's eyes were very pious and full of faith. It was unbelievable that more than ten years ago, he was the second son who was persecuted out of the duchy by his elder brother.
It started to rain at night, but luckily it wasn't pale. 】
[Wednesday, March 17, 1958 in the Lord’s Calendar, sunny.
A rare sunny day, a rare sunny day!
When I was praying at night, I saw a beam of light shining through the glass on the icon. This may be a revelation from the Lord. 】
After this page, Chenduil read more than ten unimportant pages in succession.
Chen Yi said: "When you see something worth noting, read it out."
Qinduil nodded and did as he was told.
So, her eyes moved quickly, scanning the contents of the diary very quickly with the keen eyesight of an elf, without stopping for more than a second. She turned through dozens of pages in succession before stopping.
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1960, April 5, Sunday, rained.
Gradually, resident priests and monks from churches and monasteries from all over the country fled here, begging me to remove them from their posts, asking me to write to the Pope and let them serve in places outside the north...I I have become numb to such requests... These people really deserve to die. If the pale rain falls, without them in office, how will the local believers receive the holy water and get rid of the dead soul disease in time?
Lord, look at these people, who claim to be pious, who don't partake of Holy Communion and enjoy peace and quiet every day, but today they turn their backs on their brothers and sisters.
St. Venacana, St. Venacana...I would like to use my life to plead with the Lord to let her return to the world and heal the pain of this world. 】
Similar to this, when Chenduil encounters something worth noting, he will stop for a moment and read the contents of the diary.
Chen Yi listened silently. Lomea stood aside, not daring to say a word no matter how boiling the body of the spirit envoy was.
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1963, June 14, Monday, yin.
The king told me that many crops in various places had died, and even the illumination ritual was of no avail. He said that perhaps too many people died due to the Dead Soul Disease, and fewer people died of starvation than he thought.
It has now come to a point where even the king has to resort to witchcraft.
Those pagans, they have reorganized, and yesterday they found out that the commander of an armory had secretly converted to paganism... and had been assisting them in smuggling weapons out.
Lord, darkness has fallen, and the world will be lost...]
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1964, Thursday, February 1st, it rained.
Two months ago, I tried to persuade Harun, the leader of the pagans, by writing to them. To no avail, they demanded that King Wilfred either convert or relinquish the throne to the former royal family. These blasphemous and ignorant pagans actually want to establish another pagan king! Have they forgotten the grace of St. Venakana? ! These ungrateful bastards!
In addition, the blasphemous words of these pagans are even more difficult for me to understand. They dare to say that we have violated the taboos of the pagan god. Now the judgment is coming. Only by quietly waiting for the judgment can the suffering of the world end soon. . If you resist the judgment, it will not only be useless, but it will also prolong the day of judgment. Lord, listen to these blasphemous words and ask for your forgiveness for their sins. 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1964, July 3, Tuesday, yin.
The pagans began to riot. Fortunately, the king sent people to suppress them in time. Now the whole city has entered martial law.
Before the pagan leader was detained, he actually declared to the crowd: "All the struggles in the Holy City are just the road to the doctrine of judgment. Saint Venakana is just the forerunner of the judgment of my king."
He also said, “Is there anything in the whole world that is higher than God’s will?”
How dare they say such blasphemous words? Don’t they know that they are worshiping a false god!
Lord, who loves us, forgive my anger at this moment. 】
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1965, January 5, Monday, is cloudy.
There has been no sunny weather for several days.
Outside the Holy City, I am no longer able to prevent the resident priests and monks from fleeing...the pagan leader Harun...he has taken to the streets countless times over the years, inciting the people with his evil words and beguiling them to convert to that pagan religion. God...as a bishop, I am also powerless to stop it.
Lord, do you still have mercy on the world? I hope you can embrace us, let us receive your grace, and walk into your glory.
I led the monks to erect a wall, which will be filled with words dedicated to you.
You must know that there are countless good people in this world who do good deeds throughout their lives, believe in you, and love you. 】
Chenduil paused from time to time and read several diaries. From the words, he could see that the bishop Benedict who wrote the diary was slowly and feebly slipping into despair day after day.
And when Qinduil reached the last third of the diary, he stopped again.
There is only one sentence in this diary.
[In the Lord’s Calendar, 1965, Monday, June 12, rained.
It’s pale rain in the Holy City tonight...]
