Royal Gold Magistrate

This is obviously a slum in the holy city.

Lai Gou'er is used to it and doesn't think much of it.

In the past, there were special gathering places for beggars in Yuding City.

There are places like this in every city, if not, it doesn't mean that the 'rats' have disappeared, it probably means that they have moved to a place far away from the crowd and living in a worse place.

But Father Soljay obviously didn't have such a good attitude.

It's not that he has never seen slums. He has seen places where poor people gather in Fika, including when he was preaching in other countries.

But the Holy City is different!

It should be a perfect holy place, a paradise of bliss, especially after seeing the extremely luxurious Temple Mount.

But now this scene brought him an unparalleled sense of tearing.

There is no transition zone between extreme prosperity and extreme poverty... This is the first time he has seen such a strong contrast!

Father Soljay's face was pale, his lips moved, and he walked forward tremblingly.

Lai Gou'er quietly followed behind him.

The two walked several hundred steps forward and formally entered this poor land.

Looking around, most of them are dirty, dilapidated small houses, and in the distance, you can see many wooden sheds with air leaks everywhere, a sad scene.

And the most eye-catching thing in this center is an old but towering church.

The two walked and watched, turned a corner along the way, and suddenly a group of people appeared in front of them.

Busy on the street, some people seem to be building a shed with boards, and some people are cleaning up the garbage on the street.

The most eye-catching one is a luxuriously dressed man in his early 50s, standing on the side of the road with his hands behind his back and watching people work.

This lively scene obviously made Father Soljaer feel better.

He was stepping forward to ask about the situation.

Unexpectedly, the luxuriously dressed person saw him first, saw him wearing a priest's uniform, looked him up and down, with a playful look in his eyes.

He said bluntly, "He came from the inner city?"

Father Soljay faltered, nodded hesitantly, stretched out his hand and said, "Soljay, what's your name?"

"Hope." Hope still had his hands behind his back, and his eyes were even more playful. I didn't expect that there were still people in the holy city who didn't know his name. Come on top?"

Soljay withdrew his hand and said, "I'm from Fika, and I'm going to wait for the Pope to be baptized for the second time and be officially promoted to Archbishop. Does Mr. Hope live here?"

Hope raised his eyebrows, spread his arms, and turned around: "Do you think I live here?"

Father Solger was a little embarrassed, and immediately went straight to the topic: "I first arrived in the Holy City, why is the Holy City so prosperous, and the environment here is so bad, why doesn't the Holy See use money to help the poor?"

Hearing this, Hope suddenly became very interested in the priest in front of him: "It's a blessing that the church doesn't come to rob them of their money, and they also help the poor. Let me tell you how you became an archbishop, isn't it fake?"

Hearing this, Father Soljay was a little displeased: "Aren't you a believer? Why do you say that about the church? I was naturally chosen."

Hope looked him up and down again: "Who is not a believer in the Holy City? The one you chose... how much did you pay for it?"

Father Soljay's face flushed red: "You man...is there any problem with me being elected?"

Hope curled his lips, a little disdainful: "I've never heard that the middle and high levels of the church were selected by someone, but I don't think you're acting stupid, so you should have some background in Fika."

This man is so rude!

Father Soljay frowned, resisting the thought of leaving, and said: "Since you look down on the church so much, why are you still a believer? Why don't you leave as soon as possible? I won't be afraid of what you said. Are you going?"

Hope sneered and said, "I don't believe in religion. How can I hang out outside? How can I benefit from not believing in religion? It seems that you really don't know anything. I thought you went to the slums to have fun."

"So what if it spreads? It's all in private. There are a few people in the Holy City who don't know me, Hope, who would believe you, a little bishop."

Father Soljay said with a sullen face, "Your Excellency is very famous in the Holy City, so why did you come to this slum?"

"What about me, I'm a small business. I sell at least [-]% of the furniture in the holy city." Hope said calmly, "As for why I came here, it's not because my master is kind-hearted and doesn't want the poor to suffer. , come here and donate a little money to help them improve their lives."

Father Soljay looked at the busy crowd around him, his expression softened a little.

Although Hope's words were a bit confusing and arrogant, but it was obviously good to be able to help people with practical things.

Hope glanced sideways at Lai Gouer behind him, and asked with interest: "Your slave is quite strong, and your appearance is a bit special, where did you buy it?"

slave?who?

Father Soljay was at a loss with his mouth open.

Lai Gou'er looked at Hope suspiciously and pointed to himself.

"Yes, it's you! Where did you buy it?"

Lai Gou'er's forehead suddenly burst into two blue veins.

Damn, some people said that he was like a nobleman before, but now this person who came out of nowhere said he was like a slave.

No wonder this bastard didn't look him in the eye.

"What? Do I look like a slave?" Lai Gou'er said slowly.

Hope smiled: "I have been traveling for so many years, and I have seen many people. I think your temperament is almost integrated with the surrounding environment. But your mouth does not look like a slave, and you have a bit of an aristocratic accent."

"If I'm wrong, I'd be rude."

Lai Gou'er's expression gradually became serious.

This guy's eyesight is different... He is often with the Duke of Alves, and after a long time, he can't help but get some of his style.

This subtlety can be heard in just one sentence, which shows that this person has a lot of experience in the world, and it is a good way to find this kind of person to inquire about news.

Lai Gou'er said: "Mr. Hope, it's the first time for the priest and I to visit the Holy City, and we don't know much about it. It's fate to meet each other. Why don't I invite you to have a drink, and we can make friends."

Hope didn't show any face: "There are a lot of people in the city who want to drink with me, but not everyone can waste my time casually..." He paused when he said this, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, pointing to The church not far away, "But it's not impossible."

"There is a church in this slum area. Originally, there was only one priest in the church. This man is not bad. He came from the inner city and wanted to help the poor."

"But after working for more than ten days, he said he was sick and went home. I think he couldn't bear it and ran away by himself. There is no one in the church right now, why don't you go to the priest for a while, how about I have a drink with you?"

"Okay, I promise." Father Soljay didn't hesitate.

There must be no priests in the church, and besides, he wanted to stay and see more.

After seeing this slum area, I always feel a little uncomfortable, and I feel awkward at the thought of going back to a prosperous place.

"Father, are you serious?" Hope was so surprised that he said it casually.

Unexpectedly, he really agreed, which made him take a high look.

"I never tell a lie." Father Soljay said with firm eyes.

Hope couldn't help applauding twice: "Okay! It seems that you are really different from ordinary people. There are bars in this slum, let's go have a drink!"

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