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Chapter 391 True Saints and False Saints

In a basement in Lombardy.

A man in a black robe slowly opened the door and walked in. The basement was pitch black. He didn't turn on the lights and was obviously very familiar with every corner of the room.

The man in black robe took out a linen mask from the drawer. The pattern on the mask was simple and abstract, with flat ovals that resembled some kind of marine creature. He stroked the mask and took off the hood.

The man in black robe was in his twenties, with light yellow hair and clear eyes. However, a wound running from his forehead to his chin marred his originally handsome face.

Darkness flowed in the heavy, stagnant air of the basement, with only a beam of light from overhead shining through a small glass window, and the rotten dust was clearly visible under the light.

The man in black robe picked up a three-pronged cowhide whip from the corner, took off his black robe, revealing his muscular body.

He walked into the light and knelt down, lowering his head, wielding the whip in his right hand and whipping his back again and again.

The waving whip tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound. After a few whips, the young man's back was swollen. After a few more whips, the wound burst open and blood flowed down his back.

“Virgin Mary, please forgive my sins. Followers of false gods are still wandering around the Holy See, which is filled with lies and desires, leaving the real gods hidden behind heavy doors.

False saints are everywhere in the world, and we are too far away from the true return for too long.

Foolish mortals do not deserve pity. They are atonement for their blindness. Material desire and power fuel their madness. Eternal ancestor god, Holy Mother, please accept my humble..."

The young man whipped himself and prayed, sincerely repenting for the sins he had committed.

He made too many mistakes in his early years. Once upon a time, he grew up in the scriptures of false gods and foolishly wanted to become the majestic flail of the Holy See. In order to wear that white robe, he put in far more effort than ordinary people.

Unable to memorize the scriptures, he would hide under his covers every night and sing praises to the false sermons of the false gods.

Being thin, he ran in circles around the hill behind the Holy Throne, punching the trunks of the olive trees until his skin was rubbed raw.

But they still said that they had not done enough. The Inquisitor was the sword of law enforcement in the hands of the Holy See, and people like them were not worthy of being held by the Holy See.

Why? Is it because they are naturally stronger and smarter?

"Hahaha."

Alpia, covered in blood in the basement, laughed loudly. If you want to select the perfect creation, what do those children who grew up with you and eventually became inquisitors mean to you!
Haversen was born stupid, Jacob had a perverse personality, but in the end they both wore that white robe!

And I... the Catholic Church found me and asked me to be a pastor in a remote church. On the day I arrived, only a few old men came out of the church with seven or eight people and handed me a broom. What is this! ?

Is this how the saint repays her servants who serve her faithfully?
And I was really stupid. I was still full of expectations at that time. I was busy in the church every day. In addition to presiding over the mass, I also had to go to the fields from time to time to help the farmers do some rough work.

They always look at me and smile foolishly.

That smile was a huge irony in my eyes. Why? Why am I not a judge and cannot wear that white robe?

Until one day, the bishop knocked on the door while he was eating peach pie from a bowl.

The small church in the countryside was not as luxurious as the Holy See. I could only eat there twice a month, so I had to be very careful when eating, fearing that I would finish it in just a few bites.

"My child, I came here specially to see you."

Alpia was in tears in the dark basement, abandoned and forgotten. It was the bishop who found her again. He talked to her for a long time that night, ranging from the injustices of the Holy See to the indifference and alienation of the saint.

"Our Lady is the beacon of the real world, but everyone has forgotten it. Come with me, I will show you something."

I was also shocked at first, but somehow I followed the bishop.

He and the bishop walked a long way. Although they were eight bishops of the Holy See, they did not take a carriage nor did they complain of being tired. They just kept walking forward.

From night to day, and from day to night, more and more people follow behind.

Alpia saw several familiar faces, all of whom were children who had been adopted by the Holy See since childhood to be trained as inquisitors, but were eventually kicked out.

No one spoke, everyone just walked forward step by step.

The end of the journey was at the coast. On a hill there was an abandoned village that had long been deserted. The bishop pushed open the broken door and walked in, and there everyone saw a miracle!
True miracles are not those false miracles that only appear in books, passed down by word of mouth, and are illusory.

In the dark basement, Alpia stood up and disappeared into the darkness. He stroked the two coffins at the end of the basement.

The coffin was uncovered, and his hand touched the cold body of the saint lying inside.

They have dry skin, sharp nails, dry hair, and pillars of truth sticking out of their eyes.

When he got closer, Alpia could even hear the faint breathing sounds. The saints remained immortal for thousands of years only because they accepted the blessing of the Virgin Mary.

The Saint is nothing more than a fabricated false god. She betrayed the Virgin Mary and will soon pay the price. "Sir Pioli, Sir Henrich, the time has come to return to the deep sea and embrace the Virgin Mary."

Alpia puts the mask on, the true saints deserve to be rewarded, and the false saints are judged by revelation in the name of the Virgin.

……

"Mi Li'er, pass me the orange. Victoria is really nice. The weather is great. It's next to the beach and is better than Moses Sad.

Oh, who would want to go to Beidaihe when they can go to Sanya? "

Only then did Liu Yonglu understand what it meant to go sightseeing in a hurry. Sitting on the soft cushion of the carriage, feeling the breeze, eating oranges, and being with his little lover, it was so beautiful!

"Your Excellency the Judge, please help me. My son was walking on the street just fine, but somehow the butcher's wallet went into his pocket.

My son has been very kind since he was young. Someone must have wronged him, or it must be the devil. Please, just listen to me. "

Hey... this is the fourth one today... Liu Yonglu sucked his teeth.

The family was originally very happy to go out for a trip, but every few days a wild citizen of Victoria would jump out from the roadside to complain about grievances. What is this?

This time it was not arranged by the Holy See. Kosander's drama is basically to suppress first and then to praise. Those who met today were all looking for the Lord of Justice to complain.

So where did these people come from? They were all tricked by Alfonso.

Yesterday, Liu Yonglu assigned him a temporary task to produce cosmic cigarettes. Alfonso felt mixed emotions.

The sadness is that this time the huge bleeding is unavoidable. The production needs to be large and the sales must be fast, and the money spent upstream and downstream is real money.

The good news is that the court did not cause me trouble this time. Not only did it not cause me trouble, but I also got in touch with Saint Barlan. Rounding it off, I am equivalent to a red-top businessman. It will definitely be easier for me to do business in Victoria in the future.

But at the moment, only I know my identity, and this won’t do!
If you spend money but don't make your name known, isn't that a waste of money? You must make your name known, and the first step to making your name known is to make Saint Barlaam famous.

Let the Victoria Sheriff's Department know how powerful the people who are protecting me are.

He didn't dare to really reveal that Liu Yonglu was Saint Balaam. The Holy See hadn't made a public announcement yet. If he leaked the news first, he would be asking for trouble.

So he cleverly hinted to those around him that there was an important person next to the Inquisitor, and the eight bishops of the Holy See had to stand aside when they saw him! You can figure out the specific identity yourself!
Word spread quickly, and with Alfonso's secret encouragement, so many people came here today to seek justice.

"My Lords of the Inquisition, listen to me, listen to me. My son was a very good child, and I wanted to send him to the Holy See to become a priest.

As a result, I was seduced by a girl from my neighbor's house, and now the two of them are planning to elope. Could you please go to my neighbor's house and lock up that shameless woman?"

Liu Yonglu had just left Roselis there to comfort the auntie who was accused of "her son being wrongly accused", when an old man with a loud voice holding a photo came running over and yelled so loudly that his head hurt.

Bill and Jacob were quite happy sitting in the car. Did you see that? Saint Barlaam was popular. Isn't this picture of saints being virtuous and mortals being loyal exactly the prosperous times described in the scriptures?

Saint Barlaam is on tour! He is right!
"Master, the noble young master... I think this look is quite urgent. Why don't you change your mindset and elope instead of marrying and agree to this marriage."

Liu Yonglu felt so disgusted when looking at the photo of the old man's son that he almost vomited his breakfast.

Liu Yonglu has a mother who works in the community, and Liu Yonglu himself also likes to do this kind of mediation work, but these people today are really a bit too much looking for trouble.

"Haverson, you stay here and tell the good stories in the scriptures to comfort her."

Liu Yonglu's countermeasure was to throw these four inquisitors halfway like airdrops. Anyway, you guys won't be able to help when you arrive at the monastery.

I have Ling'er and Mili'er by my side, so I don't need you. Just stay here and help the people solve their problems.

When Liu Yonglu arrived at the Monastery of St. Anguissola, he and his family were the only ones left.

"Okay, this little spot is really nice. It would be a shame to leave it abandoned."

Liu Yonglu stood with his hands on his hips, gazing at the monastery in the distance. Flowers and plants were in full bloom on the hillside, with bright dots dotted on the meadow. Above his head was a blue sky with white clouds.

"Mi Li'er, you take the drawing board and I'll take the food box."

Liu Yonglu knew that Millie Tang loved painting, so he specifically went to the hotel to ask for a set of painting paints.

"Put it in the car first. Business is more important. It won't take much time to decipher Father Jone's clues anyway."

In comparison, Millie Tang was still quite serious. She poked Liu Yonglu's head with her hand and walked into the monastery first.

At the same time, in the carriage on the road far away from the monastery, Alpia also put away the monocular telescope. The time had come to dedicate his loyalty to the Virgin Mary.

(End of this chapter)