Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 369: Bewitching people’s hearts

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The weather is clear on this day, and the rising sun will sprinkle full of vigorous sunshine into the city of Suhl without any hesitation. The pale golden light painted the city with a layer of almost divine color. The simple bell tower, the solemn temple and the high and low residential houses, the outlines of the many buildings became blurred, blending into a picture like a heaven.

A charcoal pen is stroked on the plain drawing paper, and every line drawn by the tip of the pen is clean and concise. They constitute the prototype of a panoramic view of the city. Obviously it is a black and white drawing, but the weight of the strokes, and even the changes in depth between the lines, cleverly create a rich layering comparable to oil paintings. Vera was sitting on the fence of the rooftop of the City Lord's Mansion, her white legs intertwined, and she was as quiet as a ghostly girl painting towards the city.

The rooftop is so peaceful, only the light rustling of charcoal brushes across the drawing paper reverberates. So when the sound of footsteps appeared on the rooftop, it seemed so abrupt. Vera stopped painting, turned her head, and saw Father Miró with an embarrassed face.

In the eyes of the young girl, Father Miró was so uncomfortable, he looked like a vulgar object in this space.

He scratched his head and said: "Excuse me?"

Vera didn't speak, she just shook her head, turned her head and continued to draw the work she had not finished yet.

Fr. Milo stretched his waist and said: "I don't want to disturb you either, but you see, even Edward ran to Storm City. You are the only acquaintance left in this city, so I won't look for you anymore. Talking, I'm almost suffocating."

He glanced at the girl again and said: "It's too dangerous for you to sit on the fence, if you fall..."

"It's okay, for the time being, I can't see my death date yet." Vera said nonchalantly.

Fr. Milo said: "Having the ability to look into the future is also very distressed. For example, seeing the people around me die, I must be very distressed if I change it to."

Vera's paintbrush was suddenly too hard, and the tip of the pen broke, dragging a long, dark line on the drawing paper. Mi Luotian could see it, and immediately knew that he had said something wrong, and said less: "That, I didn't mean it. Hey, I can't even chat..."

"I saw the death of my parents, but I couldn't stop it from happening." Vera raised her head. In her eyes, the world is only black and white: "So sometimes, I hate my ability. Even , I thought about blinding my eyes, but that can’t stop it. Sometimes, those images simply ignore my wishes and force them into my head. Probably only when I die can these things really stop."

"Don't mess around." The priest hurriedly said: "Suicide is a felony, and God does not allow this to happen."

"God..." Vera asked quietly: "Father, are there really gods in this world? If so, why would he allow so much misfortune to happen."

Miro sighed lightly, put his hand on his chest and said, "Ms. Vera, it doesn’t really matter whether you have a **** or not. The important thing is whether you have faith. Faith does not bring about material change, but it But it can change our spirit and make us brave fighters. I believe in Christ, not believe that the almighty God can bring me instant change. It makes me believe that as long as I go on, I can always find in life A ray of sunshine."

"Sometimes, to save a world, only a tiny ray of sunshine is needed."

Vera shook her shoulders slightly, as if touching, she lowered her head and said in an imperceptible voice: "Thank you."

"That, you're welcome." Father Miró laughed and touched his head. The dignity just disappeared, and his current appearance changed back to the appearance of a third-rate god-stick before.

A carriage drove into the city lord's mansion at this moment, Milo said, leaning on the railing to look down. Two people emerged from the carriage, it was Alan and Edward. As if feeling Miró's gaze, Allen raised his head and looked. So I saw the girl in black and white sitting on the stone fence showering on the rooftop in the morning light. Chenfeng gently picked up her hair, and her posture of softly gathering her hair was ready to be drawn.

Well, it would be better if there was no Father Miró next to him.

In the study, three cups of freshly brewed black tea were placed on the table. After the maid retreated, Father Milo let out a depressed cry: "Religion, you actually want to promote the doctrine of Christ in this world?"

"It may have to be corrected a little bit. The ultimate goal is to make this new sect work for us." Allen said, and looked at Father Milo: "What do you think of this plan?"

"It's wonderful!" Father Milo stood up excitedly: "Edward is right. Starting from religion is undoubtedly a pretty good entry point. It's just that at the beginning of the implementation, we You must be fully prepared to achieve a blockbuster effect."

"For example?"

"Listen, Master Ellen. To gain more faith from the people, we need a **** full of mystery, and this **** must also have the ability to perform miracles. Just imagine, a There are many miraculous gods in the empire, but there are only legends and no miracles. If you are a believer, which one would you choose as your lifelong faith?"

Allen thought about it seriously: "Nature is God, and the reason is very simple. A **** who can perform miracles is naturally much stronger than other nominal aboriginal gods."

"Yes, this is the human heart. At the beginning of the implementation of religion, its essence is to deceive the human heart." Father Miró did not mind saying blasphemous words: "Even in Christ, there is the Son, Jesus. Resurrection from the dead, bones and muscles, and many other legends with strong mystery, aim to add a layer of divinity to the doctrine. Therefore, at the beginning of promotion, a sacred and magnificent, but majestic church is a must. If possible If so, we will artificially create some light and shadow effects to increase the mystery of the sect."

"This simplicity, my fire, and Edward's style, I believe it can impress the audience." Allen laughed.

Fr. Milo was inspired and excited: "No, no, this is not enough. We also need more practical miracles, such as a saint who can peer into the future. Hey, there is nothing more vivid than this. God’s spokesperson."

"Peep into the future..." Allen said dumbly: "Do you want Vera to play such a saint?"

"Why not? Miss Vera's temperament is so ethereal, she is most suitable for a role full of divine taste. And her ability, isn't it a miracle? Think about it, if she makes a certain prediction, and If this prediction is soon realized, what miracle is more persuasive than this. At that time, I am afraid that people will cry and beg me to let them join."

"It seems I need two assistants, no, three!"

Ellen cried and laughed: "You can have as many assistants as you want, and this sounds pretty feasible. I don't know Vera she..."

The door suddenly opened, and the black and white girl standing outside the door calmly said: "I am willing. As a member of the hunting group, I am also obligated to contribute my own strength. If I become a so-called saint, I can help As far as you are concerned, I would be happy to do so."

Father Milo blinked and said, "Look, this is the first miracle."

Allen nodded and looked at Edward and said, "Then I will leave it to you to make arrangements for the church."

"With pleasure."

Walking in the city of Suhl in the afternoon, the sun lazily passes through the cracks in the building, leaving little spots of different sizes on the street. Alan with his hands in his pockets, like an ordinary teenager, leisurely shuttled through the streets of Suhl City. From time to time, you can hear the laughter of the children and the laughter and curse of the mother following behind.

Wandering around aimlessly is a very extravagant thing for him. But now that the follow-up matters have been properly arranged, Allen doesn't mind relaxing a little bit. It can be seen that Suer City has undergone subtle changes than when he first visited. The smiles on people's faces are a bit more than before, the main streets have been expanded a lot, the dilapidated buildings have been repaired, and the whole city is full of the smell of prosperity.

Allowing the people in the territory to live and work in peace and contentment is the greatest achievement of every lord. The management of the city in such an orderly manner is a manifestation of Edward's ability, which gives Allen a deeper understanding of the Maritan teenager.

On the way, someone finally recognized Alan as a knight, so people frequently greeted him, and the half-year-old kid chased him to hear his story of attacking Storm City. In the end, Alan couldn't escape, and told the children about the war in Storm City in front of a small mill. When they heard the nervous place, these children all exclaimed in awe. In their shining eyes, Allen saw new hope in the city.

He didn't return home until the evening. Father Milo had just received the old priest from the Temple of God of War, and the two did not know what they had talked about. When they left, the old priest was full of smiles, which seemed quite rewarding. Alan looked at the priest thoughtfully, Milo raised his hand and said: "I just ask Mr. Priest for some religious matters."

Allen shrugged: "You don't need to explain anything, I know you can do that well."

"Of course, that's my line of business." Milo gave a dry cough: "Of course, it's a little bit more difficult than what I did on earth."

"It looks like you are in a good mood this afternoon?"

"If you spend an afternoon with a group of children, your mood will be as wonderful as I am. Their eyes are free of any impurities, so clear, just like the original beauty of this world. If you don’t have to grow up, I hope They will always be like that." Allen said sincerely, and poured himself a glass of water.

Miro disagrees: "Sometimes when you are naive, you are on par with Archimedes."

Ellen's hand holding the cup shook slightly. r1058

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