Silent Crown Chapter 664: Believers
This is a tricky question.
Now Schubert's scepter turns into a seed and hides in her consciousness. If a one-legged man dares to do this, let alone the holy city, Ye Qingxuan can't get around him.
It seems that there is really nothing to do.
Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved: "It's midnight, everyone, go and rest. There is no need to stay here anymore."
Soon, the masters are gone.
Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and adjusted the brazier beside the stone bed more vigorously. The flame that burned out of thin air brought light and illuminated the pages of the inheritance book in his hand.
I can't fall asleep anymore, it's better to hurry up and study something.
It just so happened that Schubert's scepter gave him a lot of inspiration in the middle of the night. He already knew what kind of destiny he wanted.
Ye Qingxuan is ready to seize the time to perfect it. It is best to complete the chapter of fate in one effort in these two days, and then wait for the ride of the achievement scepter.
After a long time, Ye Qingxuan heard his breathing calm down.
He put down the manuscript, turned his head, and saw that the old goddess love on the stone bed had become calmer, as if she had fallen asleep, her fingers trembling slightly.
Finally, opened his eyes again.
This time, the pupils of the eyes are no longer empty, but old and muddy, washed away with pain.
She stared blankly at the broken dome, her eyes fell on Ye Qingxuan's body again, and when she saw the religious emblem on his neckline, she whispered softly, "Is this the kingdom of heaven?"
Ye Qingxuan slowly flicked: "It's a pity, Mother, you didn't ascend to heaven because of your piety and good deeds. God never accepted you, so you stayed in the world."
"Where is this?"
"Return to the market."
Ye Qingxuan replied.
Confusion flashed in the eyes of the old nun, she seemed to be unable to understand what he said, nor did she understand what Guixu was.
Ye Qingxuan sighed: "In short, it is a very troublesome place."
The old nun froze for a moment, and was silent for a long time.
"That's it, I'm still alive"
She looked at the wrinkles on her palm and whispered softly: "God loves me."
"Don't you hate it?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at her peaceful expression, and suddenly asked, "Do you still have a memory? Do you still remember what the sect members did to you."
The old nun fell silent for a long time.
"I still remember those days. Many archbishops spoke to me, and the Holy See praised me—" She said softly, "It's probably my destiny. I can have such a qualification. This is a lucky thing.
At least, it's not that there is nothing good except prayer"
Looking at the old nun's calm face, Ye Qingxuan was a little unhappy for some reason: "Where is anyone born to be a consumable?"
Appearing to feel the dissatisfaction in Ye Qingxuan's words, the old nun smiled embarrassedly, "I think someone has to consume herself, right? Not to mention, it's for the world"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched.
Stupid.
He retracted his gaze, not wanting to say more.
To be honest, he regrets his ulcer a bit.
Although the old nuns have long been prepared to be fanatics, there are many types of fanatics. Many of them are shepherds and sacrifice everything, but many are sheep, and they are obedient.
She is the latter.
Among countless kinds of people, only this kind of people is the least valuable.
You can't even live for yourself.
But soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered an advantage of the old nun that made him a little more peaceful.
No, putting it in Guixu is simply an irreplaceable advantage.
——She can cook.
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At dawn in the morning, when the masters woke up from meditation, for a moment, they almost felt that they had hallucinations.
After a long time, they smelled the broth.
Steaming incense.
The soup pot and fire seed are made by Mabel. The meat is dried dried meat, the spices are only a few peppers, and a few slices of onion are sprinkled sporadically.
The salt in the preserved meat melted in the tumbling spray, mixed with the taste of onion, and the compressed stone-like food melted in the soup and became a phase.
To be honest, it's very simple, but after eating compressed food for a week and the teeth were tested enough, being able to drink such a bowl of phases almost made the masters cry.
A master of the changing faction even specially made dozens of bowls and spoons, ready to sit down and enjoy.
Soon, everyone was sitting at the makeshift table, and the old nun served breakfast.
Ye Qingxuan held up the soup bowl, but noticed the old nun's gaze.
She looked at Ye Qingxuan, frowning in confusion.
"My Excellency, why don't you do morning prayers?"
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Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and for some reason, he felt a loss of heart.
It seems that after he left Father Bann and the church, he never prayed any more. In various ways, he is really a bad name as the archbishop.
Even so, he still bit the bullet and answered:
"I don't have that habit."
Speaking, he lowered his head to drink the soup, but he felt that gaze was looking at himself.
Inexplicably, the conscience is disturbed.
It's not just him, everyone present doesn't know why they are a little guilty.
The old nun looked at the masters by the dining table and softly suggested: "Everyone, come and pray."
The masters raised their heads in astonishment and looked at the old nun. The old nun had a serious expression and gently and patiently suggested: "Praying before a meal is a necessary etiquette."
Although she is an old nun~IndoMTL.com~ but for some reason, there is an inexplicable majesty at this time.
Ye Qingxuan swears that this is definitely the most pious meal he has eaten this year. After eating, he got up subconsciously to prepare to wash the dishes, and only when he raised his head did he remember that he was no longer in the church.
He sighed softly and put the bowl down.
In order to cover up his gaffe, he faintly ordered:
"I have something during the day, don't disturb me."
After talking, turn around and leave.
Inexplicably, he missed the priest a little.
I don't know if he is doing well.
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Before a dozen obliquely, the northern wilderness was scorching scorching sun.
Hundreds of kilometers from here is an endless desert. The scorching wind blows from afar, through thorns and bushes, and blows through the gates of the village.
In such a hot summer, even the villagers were reluctant to come out. They all took the time to sleep during the day, letting those fields cracked by the scorching sun and weeds could grow.
Under the low loess wall, there is only a thin child riding his wooden horse in the thin shadows.
The color of the wooden horse has already peeled off in the sun, leaving only faint traces ⊥Even the eyes are blurred, and they are ridiculed as "a blind horse." ’
Xiaoer will not be bored. He will always enjoy himself in his own world, imagining that he is a noble knight, just like the group of adults stationed in the desert.
Wielding his wooden knife, he fought bravely against the imaginary monster.
He once saw the group of knights, riding black horses passing by Akagi in front of the village. A few miles away, they could hear the sound of thunder-like horses hoofs.
The dust rises, their armor reflects the radiance under the scorching sun, and on the white cloak behind, there is a blood-colored cross insignia.
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