Royal Gold Magistrate

The day awaits the Pope's audience.

Lai Gou'er went to Hope's house in person, and Father Soljay lived in the slum as promised.

Dilapidated churches in the slums are neglected.

The last priest who was here didn't seem to clean up very well, and he didn't know how long he walked, so that the church was covered with dust.

That night, Father Soljay recalled what he had seen and heard that day, and with unspeakable emotions, he found cleaning tools in the church and silently cleaned the church.

On the second day, the church was greeted with light, and Father Soljay had already opened the door, facing the dilapidated scene in front of him.

There is no one in sight...

According to Hope, people in the slums work at sunset and rest at sunrise, and he is not surprised by this situation.

It wasn't until the afternoon that no one saw the church door open and tried to walk into it.

So far, Soljay has welcomed his first 'guest'.

Seeing the tired, skinny poor man sitting in front of him, his back bent by the heavy load, but still hanging his head, talking about his life.

Sending off the first person, welcoming the second person...so until the night.

Different people, same fatigue, same soul.

They are clearly one step away from heaven, but they can only be trapped here.

That night, Father Soljay lay in bed tossing and turning sleeplessly...

Only five people were received today, but there are still many people in the slum, but he only has ten days.

What made it even more uncomfortable was that he saw a mutual aid society at the door and other poor people sweeping the streets, moving boards and building sheds around.

And he could only sit quietly in the church and wait for people to enter.

Those busy figures made him feel a tingle in his heart.

Real... They are really creating value and changing lives, but he can only sit in the church and touch his lips.

He had to admit that a certain part of his concept had been changed in Taoyuan County.

In the past, he could sit in the church with peace of mind, but now he always feels like sitting on pins and needles.

Lying on his side on the couch, Father Soljay silently looked at his outstretched palms, and then curled up holding them tightly.

"Do your best..."

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The next day, the doors of the church were closed.

A figure appeared on the street, silently sweeping the street with a cleaning tool.

He just swept like this, gathering the rubbish into piles on the side of the street until there were more people in the afternoon.

People on the street looked at Father Soljay with curious eyes, but no one dared to step forward to ask questions.

When the Mutual Aid Society arrived with the usual workers, they first took a look at him and saw that he was focused and serious.

Also pick up tools to join in the fun.

The number of people gradually increased, Father Soljay silently recited prayers, and the people around were working and listening quietly.

The day's work was over.

However, the priest did not forget his duty. As a priest, he officiates the wedding, prays and confesses for the dying.

It's just that the time he stays here is limited, sitting in the church, he can't receive many people in a day.

Furthermore, these people have to work at night, and they don't have much physical strength for them to squander.

As night fell, he began to walk the streets and alleys, visiting from house to house, helping people out of their worries or inquiring about the news of the Holy City and the church.

Father Soljay returned to the church late at night and fell asleep.

On the second day, I got up and took a stone to draw a line on the wall of the church, and then went out to work.

At first, people were wary of this priest who behaved strangely.

After all, no priest has ever done this in his life.

But after three days in a row, people got used to it. Although this person behaved strangely, he was not malicious.

He speaks very softly, always quietly listening to others tell their experiences, complaining about the injustice of life.

Wait for the speaker to finish speaking, and then slowly enlighten.

When encountering a patient's home, sometimes they will stay to take care of them and give some money.

Life in the slums is dark, difficult, full of fear and pain.

Half of this pain is the scarcity of material, and the other half is the barrenness of the soul.

Father Soljay, like a ray of light, took the initiative to find people's homes with hope.

News spread quickly in this slum, especially with the Mutual Aid Society as a center for communicating with everyone, Father Soljay's name soon spread throughout.

By the eighth day, he had completely integrated into the group.

Father Solger's robes were already dirty, his face was unshaven, and he had lost more than a circle of weight. He had no time to tidy himself up.

But the eyes are no longer restless, replaced by tranquility.

Everyone looked at him, even if they didn't speak, they could feel a little peace of mind.

On the evening of the tenth day, in an open space in a slum.

The campfire was burning, the wood crackling.

Father Soljay sat in the crowd, smiling as he watched the people around him share the food.

From time to time, someone would offer him some food, but he declined them all with a smile.

Ten days have passed, and it is still uncertain when the Pope will have time to meet him, but it will only take a day or two.

He should leave this place, there is no need to waste these people's precious food.

Satisfied with food and drink, some people began to sing and dance around the bonfire, and God Sorje watched quietly.

Lai Gou'er and Hope stood not far behind him.

The two often chat together, and they have already gotten to know each other quite well by exchanging information.

The two of them did not miss Father Soljay these days, but they never interfered with his behavior.

But Lai Gou'er secretly found Da Zhuang and Fo Bole, and let the Mutual Aid Society secretly take care of the priest.

Hope's cynical state has disappeared, replaced by admiration: "I really didn't expect that the priest can do this. I think he is more suitable to be the Pope than the Pope."

Lai Gou'er looked sideways at him: "Brother Hope, actually I have a question that I have never understood. It stands to reason that you have a background in the upper echelons of the church and have been profiting from your connections. Why do you hate the church so much and help these poor people in private?"

"..."

Hope was silent for a while, and sighed: "There are many women around me, but they are old enough to have children. My son was baptized by the Pope himself, and I went to watch the ceremony."

"I have been dealing with the church since my debut. I know exactly what the church is like, but I saw my son being baptized, and I suddenly felt that he was dirty... so I do some good deeds, hoping that he can help him Wash off some sins."

Hope laughed at himself: "Oh, is it ridiculous? But I think you should also be a father, and you should understand."

Lai Gou'er shook his head: "No, I've never been married."

Hope said in astonishment: "You are also a big official in your country, and you don't even have a woman by your side. Shall I send you two?"

Lai Gou'er said sadly: "The woman I like is already married and has a child, so there's no need."

Hope froze for a moment, looked sideways at his eyes, touched his chin and said, "No wonder, no wonder you can hang out with people like the priest."

"How to say?"

"People who are emotionally attached are never going to be bad."

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