"It seems you are back safely." Josko said, holding a book and leaning on the armrest, looking at the three people walking into the mansion.
Then, Josco walked down the stairs with old steps.
He asked curiously: "Where have you been?"
"I went to the Ring Cathedral, the Royal Palace, and various places to visit." Chen Yi replied with a smile.
Josko narrowed his eyes and said in a sharp voice: "If you are not lying... you have been to those places and can come back safely. It seems that your background is a bit big. Why, are you some suffering spirit?" Are they students of the temple elders? Or, before you converted to Christianity, which one of you had a relationship with the cardinal of the True Religion?"
The elder of the Temple of Suffering? A true cardinal?
Chen Yi didn't answer, just smiled.
It’s no wonder that Josko made such a conjecture. After all, he had previously claimed to be a believer in the Temple of the Cross, and he didn’t show much of his uniqueness in front of him. For Josco, he could only make conservative guesses. .
"Don't you want to tell me?" Josco frowned, his old face twitching, "I'm just asking out of curiosity, but I've never wanted to pry into a guest's secrets."
Chen Yi nodded slightly.
"To me, it doesn't matter if you are the direct descendants of any of the Blessed Saints, or even if you have any unusual relationship with the prophets in the scriptures." Josko smiled, thinking he was humorous, and grinned. A mouth with most of its teeth, "Unless you are the Blessed Saint himself, or some prophet who has returned to the world."
Lomea beside him couldn't help laughing, his eyes quickly glanced at Josko, and then quickly looked back.
The saints and prophets mentioned by Josco... may all come from him in the future...
As soon as she thought this way, Lomea stopped in time. Her past concepts told her that such thoughts were undoubtedly blasphemous and allowed her faith to waver.
Chen Yi saw the dishes prepared on the long table in the hall. When he took a closer look, he saw that they were so plain and completely different from the decoration of the mansion. They only consisted of a thick porridge mixed with oats and rye, slices of sliced bread, And a little bacon.
"Don't worry, eat it. I grew it all in the mansion." Josco said.
"In the mansion?" Lomea asked doubtfully.
"I transformed the back hall of this mansion into a greenhouse. I have to say that the dwarf's technology is very useful." Josko said proudly.
Chen Yi, Lomea, and Qinduil sat down.
Before Josko left the hall, Chen Yi did not rush to pick up a spoon to eat, but asked first: "You have lived here for so many years, do you know about the pagan lecture hall?"
Whether it is the Temple of the Torment or the True Religion, any mention of paganism generally refers to the Cult of the Giant Kings.
Needless to say, the True Religion is the biggest threat to the True Religion. It has invaded several holy places of the True Religion. The Temple of the Cross is only a derivative of Saint Mardel and his order, and it is prevalent in the south of the mainland, far away from the world of the True Religion. .
In the eyes of the Temple of Misery, in terms of doctrine, they actually have the same roots as the True Religion, while the Giant King Religion is a complete pagan religion that worships other gods.
"There are many lecture halls in this holy city. I don't know which one you are talking about." Josco paused and added: "Originally there were only two. After the pagan king came to the throne, he built several in succession, and even Some churches were demolished, and at that time lectures were almost everywhere. After King Wilfred I came to the throne, the originally demolished churches were rebuilt, and the situation improved."
"...Well, what about the lecture hall hosted by Saint Harun? Do you understand it?" Chen Yi asked.
"More or less, St. Harlan... It's such an ancient name. I feel desolate when I mention it." Josko showed a recalling expression, "Everyone called that Lecture Hall the Holy Lecture Hall. Its original name was Sarada, translated as 'Holy Justice', is the oldest lecturing school in the Holy City.
For the sake of you being my guests, I tell you that there has been a lot of evil there lately. Can you imagine, not even a dead soul dares to approach that area, it is completely empty. Maybe there are some unimaginable dead souls conceived in it. It was far more dangerous than the Ring Cathedral and the Royal Palace. "Josco's tone was serious and even alarmist.
"Oh, that's very interesting." Chen Yi said calmly.
Josko looked surprised and didn't think much about it. He just waved away his responsibility and said: "It seems that you didn't take it seriously, but I have already warned him and tried my best to be kind."
"Thank you very much for informing us about this. Do you know more?" Chen Yi said.
"No, I haven't been near there for a long time." Josko replied.
Then he turned around and climbed up the creaking stairs.
The group began to enjoy the simple dinner in front of them.
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After a good sleep, the group packed up their belongings, confirmed what they wanted to bring, and set off again.
After getting on the carriage, Qinduil looked at the map and walked to the pagan Holy Lecture School.
Along the way, Chen Yi saw the dead souls along the street through the window. Some of them were wandering on the street, greedily looking at the carriage, and then chose to avoid it. Some were hiding in the house, observing the few movements. , and many of them tried to lure the carriage to stop, but they were ignored one by one.
As they got closer to Shengyi Lecture Hall, as Josko said before, the number of dead souls around them decreased sharply. Until the carriage reached a downhill road, the group could no longer feel the breath of dead souls. .
Just like the pale showers haven't eroded this area.
This change made Chen Yi's mood become a little more solemn. Chen Yi glanced at the scenery passing by along the street, her fingers trembling slightly for some reason.
"What's wrong?" Lomea saw his slight movement and asked with concern.
"I have a very strange premonition." Chen Yi rolled up his sleeves and further explained: "...I feel like...there is something solemn waiting for me there."
Something solemn?
Luomea didn't understand what she said, but she already knew that she couldn't see what Chen Yi saw, so she didn't ask further.
After a while, the carriage stopped.
The Holy Lecture School has arrived.
Chen Yi felt his fingers trembling even more as the carriage stopped.
After slowly stepping out of the carriage, the group was surprised to see that the door of Shengyi Lecture Hall was half-open, as if it had been waiting for visitors.
Chen Yi walked in front, pressed his hands on the door, and slowly pushed it open.
Like the layout of other lecture halls, a half-meter-high puddle was dug in the center of the hall, and calm water was poured into it. The stone tiles in the aisle were clean and had been carefully cleaned and wiped by someone.
Chen Yi raised his eyes and looked deep into the hall. Facing the door, there was a holy painting of the door to heaven.
There was a foreign woman with long black hair squatting on the ground. She was dressed simply, just like any ordinary priest. She had bright beads tied around her waist. She was kneeling down and praying.
Inexplicably, Luo Mei'a, who was beside Chen Yi, felt her head buzzing just by looking at her back.
Until Chen Yi said the name of the foreign woman, Luomea's mind stopped buzzing and fell into an infinite blank.
"Aizhar."
