Black Scepter Chapter 22: Lamb, shepherd
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The little nun seemed to be curious about Morpheus’s reaction and took a small step to the other side of Morpheus. The nun’s robe was very close. Her delicate arms were hidden under the sleeves of the black robe, and a silver cross hung on her neck. shake.
Under the sunlight, the cross reflects the light that is not dazzling.
"The Lord said that we will create people according to our image and our appearance, so that they will manage the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the livestock on the ground and... the whole earth."
The obscure sentences as if they were sick sentences are awkward to read, and make Morpheus feel as if they have a dyslexia-he can read, but he doesn’t use much, he doesn’t speak much, so his mouth is stupid.
"Hehe..."
The little nun beside smiled and gently covered her mouth, as if she thought that Morpheus said something interesting. She blinked and took a step gently, tiptoed to see the first "Old Testament? Genesis" in the hand of Morpheus page.
This action made Morpheus somewhat nervously sensitive-his hand was placed on the hilt involuntarily, but when he turned to look at the nun to the little nun, he didn’t do anything stupid, but raised his head. , Met those eyes.
Ten seconds.
Morpheus lost—because he couldn’t stand the innocent gaze most. He sighed slightly and closed the book in his hand. He said, "Are you a teacher here?"
This question was also asked by him, because he had no idea what women looked like under the age of 29, even the original "Flower of Padine" Britney, or the maids in the Duke’s Palace, in In his eyes, it is "up and down twenty-nine"-even if many maids of water spirits are less than eighteen years old.
The little nun shook her head, did not speak, and held her hands together, a bit shy.
Morpheus pouted, looked around, and then relaxed, not knowing what he thought of, suddenly said: "Are you afraid of me?"
It’s a slightly mischievous psychology to ask him this way—because the nun in front of him looks really innocent...and ignorant.
The dumb girl had some doubts about the problem and shook her head.
"Have you ever seen a wolf?"
Morpheus gestured a "large" gesture with his hand.
Nun continued to shake her head.
"You reminded me of a litter of wolf cubs I had seen...that is, wolf babies, and their father made me suffer a lot," Morpheus pointed to his right shoulder, where there was once a scar , He looked at the curious nun and continued: "But since I broke it off the front leg once, it would hide from me."
Xu Xu is the little girl like the little wolf cub that reminded Morpheus. In short, this is the first time he was willing to open his heart and speak freely after coming to Constantinople.
It’s not unreasonable trust, maybe just an emotional catharsis.
"Do you have the king of Karba?"
Morpheus held out his hand, and the palms covered with thick cocoons were slender and powerful, and some of them made a funny move, and made a grimace by the way-the little nun "flutter" laughed, clutching Mouth bent.
Kalba King, this is the nickname of the silver-bellied demon wolf who was eventually killed by Morpheus.
"Aren’t you afraid of me without it?"
For no reason, Morpheus grinned, and his heart was soft-this was his first smile in this strange city, his teeth were white, warm and calm, and the last time he had this expression was six months ago. After successfully killing the brown bear, he sat on its warm body and was pleased to complete the task assigned by Tang Jidi.
It seems that the heart is not talking, and the nun covering her mouth and straightening her waist blinked, and shook her head hard in the face of Morpheus, which was not really a funny joke. It seems to fall.
A laughter came from the door at . The Morpheus's eyes turned slightly cold. The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly froze. Even the girl next to him felt the obvious change of the guy in front of him.
She didn't seem to like noisy, she glanced at Morpheus and hurried to the back door of the classroom.
The two of them didn't know what the other person was called from beginning to end, and it seemed to be a speechless encounter.
Morpheus is slightly silent against the back of the chair. He doesn’t like this kind of environment. When there are too many people, his perception will be scattered and not have the sharp state in the jungle. For example, the position he picks now is in the classroom. In a corner, you can see not only the backs of all the students, but also the position of the lecturer standing on the podium, but it is also at the angle between the huge column behind and the wall, so that there is a back The barrier allows him to relax his precautions slightly behind him.
These are all instincts, instincts that almost all noble young masters cannot learn.
The classrooms are gradually filled, and the spacious and huge church makes the students' conversations seem a little empty, and people can't help but whisper softly. It seems that they are afraid of shaking the gods above their heads. In the Byzantine, which is a religion for all people, the reverence for gods is in public. The occasion is a manifestation of quality-of course, if you are frivolous in the face of the Lord’s crucifix, the Inquisition does not mind arresting you and dragging you into that dark building called the “shadow under the holy light”.
The little nun never showed up again, which made Morpheus a little bit lost-not superfluous feelings, just that I was very fond of the state that can relax my mood.
The class bell is replaced by a bell that strikes the door of the cathedral. After the bell struck, the students saw an old man walking on the podium, with a slightly slow pace, a very heavy camel back, and a silver hair Combing, wearing a hat that only a monk of a monastery would wear, his eyes were muddy, his hands were covered with knotted blue blood vessels, and he embraced an old book, like the reliefs of the saints in front of the church of Saint Laurent. .
His expression is very focused, as if holding the Old Testament in his hand, he is holding the whole world.
In the Byzantine priesthood, this kind of person in front of him seems to be basically the lowest monk. He often doesn’t get into the political position for a lifetime, but he does it for the Old Testament, or the **** above him. Dedication for life, never regret.
"Children, please forgive me for postponing the course "Basic Theology" for two weeks because of physical reasons. An old bone can't stand it. I might return to the Lord's arms after teaching you students." Even if the old man stood on the podium, he was not much taller than the students present. His words also silenced the church. "Of course, the Lord is forgiving, and will allow me to point the lost lamb to the right path."
The short opening remarks, the old man doesn’t seem to care about the reactions of these students at all. He didn’t introduce himself. He just called himself a “shepherd” and walked to the white marble-studded podium. He gently painted with his hands. He took a cross, meditated on the prayer, and gently placed the book in his arms on the wooden table, but did not rush to open it.
"Children, I know you may have doubts in your mind. Some problems may even lead you to the referee. This is not unusual for me."
His voice is thick and powerful, which is very different from the image of rickets, so many students sitting in the front row can not help but sit up straight.
"People are often suffering because they are pursuing the wrong things."
The second sentence, the audience is silent.
"Herds and saints are often separated by a line. Many of the saints in history are recognized after death, because the theories they put forward in the world are all breaking the world, which is not in our hands. Appeared."
He spread his palms and pointed to the book on the sandalwood table next to him.
"We look up for life, but the saints overlook, this is perhaps the biggest joke the Lord opened to us, and the cruelest fact in the world-we can’t deny our stupidity and ignorance, but we don’t want to really raise our faces. Face it."
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Morpheus looked at the old man in front of him in amazement, and he was horrified--not the same, so different, the group of Holy Staffs in Tang Jidi’s mouth was always a virtue that would have wished to lift your mind off for brainwashing, When he entered here, he had already prepared the first lesson and crossed it out of the schedule. But the old man with a low profile made him completely overthrow the inherent concept of theology in his mind. Although it is not admirable, Morpheus secretly admired his skill. This feeling is a bit like when facing Tang Jidi In that way, he seems to be a lot smaller, but he is on an equal position with him.
The old man didn’t say much, just led the students in the whole church to silently recite the prayers of the believers in the Old Testament before eating lunch and dinner, but the course that started immediately did not look like a theory class, but like History-because he is talking about the evolution of the theological foundation.
Bypassing by analogy, vivid and interesting, the time passing by a class is fast, Morpheus is fascinated by all kinds of stories and anecdotes, these things are not told by Tang Jidi De, because in the eyes of the old guy, these things are "should be thrown into the fireplace The story of the garbage burned here", as well as the dog blood plot of "Niberon's Root Song" and "Roland's Song" that tells the knight to seduce the lady-of course, these things are in fact Byzantine is the most popular poetry story. Word of mouth has a posture of a thousand years of classics. It can be seen that the occurrence of "dog blood makes classics" in history is no coincidence.
The bells of the get out of class rang, and the old man’s last story happened to finish. It didn’t take up a minute for the students. He waved his hand to signal the end of the get out of class, then ignored the applause from the church and turned to leave.
The back is slightly lonely.
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