[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

Before the storm comes, no one will know whether he is standing in the center of the storm.

So it's still a normal day. At least for the members of the "Glass Viper" demon-hunting group, they are still enjoying a leisurely day off.

I don’t know if it can be considered a tacit understanding, but O’Brien and Sylvia reached a strange agreement after their last trip together. The priest needs the elves to provide guidance on his journey in Gabu City, and as compensation, the elves eat and drink with the priest.

This is a beautiful thing for O'Brien.

This was the reason why he was standing outside Gunyan Bookstore at noon.

Gunsmoke Bookstore is facing Unyielding Avenue at the gate of Gabu City, which is also the busiest main road in Gabu City. The colorful flags on the eaves of the shops have been replaced by the new city owner's "Undying Velvet Flower" logo, fluttering in the hot wind. Travelers and adventurers from all directions come in and out through this door, so standing here, you can see all kinds of people from all over the continent.

But now, it was obvious that O'Brien was very upset. He stood outside the bookstore, and all kinds of looks that were either curious, contemptuous or curious were directed at him without concealment.

O'Brien could just imagine that he was now wearing a shiny sign - "Gabu City Specialty Dark Elf".

Be sure to pay next time! TOLL! TOLL! The elf felt uncomfortable being watched, and thought bitterly.

The priest was standing at the counter paying the bill. She was not wearing her witch costume today, only a simple white linen dress, but she was not holding her white quartz staff in her hand, but was holding the artichoke staff. O'Brien estimated that the books she wanted to buy were somewhat "forbidden books" for the Holy See.

But no matter what, the kind of books that can be read through "perception" will be ridiculously expensive, and only Gunsmoke Bookstore in the entire Gabu City has stocks.

When the priest walked out and stood with him, O'Brien clearly felt that more than twice as many eyes were looking at them.

Damn it, I must look like a villain seducing an innocent girl. O'Brien yawned in annoyance. Ugh.

"Where else do you want to go?" The crowd of people watching made him feel a little uncomfortable. He missed the inaccessible alleys.

The pastor thought for a while, reported an address, and finally checked with him confidently whether he had been there.

Of course I have heard of it. O'Brien was confident. After living in Gabu City for a hundred years, is there any place in this city that he has not been to?

It turns out that the dark elf who claims to know every sewer exit in Gabu City has indeed never been to this address.

because. That's a church.

A church belonging to the Holy See of Light.

The church is not big, even a little simple, and is mixed in with the surrounding ordinary residential buildings. A large group of white pigeons stood on one side of the roof made of red bricks, playing with each other's wings in boredom. O'Brien suspected that the pigeon on his window sill that had done him bad things also came from here.

The pastor introduced to him that this was the only bright church in Gabu City - the Spirit Pigeon Church.

Accompanied by the priest, the dark elf was a little more confident than usual. At least he dared to look around at this place beyond his knowledge. For example, there was this small square outside the church that he had never set foot on.

"That statue." The elf patted the priest on the shoulder, his tone full of curiosity, "Who are the orange-red-haired boy and the blond-haired young man?"

He realized that it was unreasonable to talk about color with the priest, so he coughed awkwardly and added a description casually, "The blond young man kneeled down and offered his loyalty to the orange-haired boy. It looked like the etiquette of knights."

It was indeed a statue from his intellectual blind spot. In the elf's understanding, there was either a statue of the Virgin Mary at the door of the church, or the statue of the God of Light whose face could not be seen clearly and was shrouded in gauze. This was the first time he had seen this kind of subject.

Sylvia’s answer was standard and cryptic, “The boy is Claire ‘Morning Sun’, and the young man is ‘Golden Python’ Leonor Hilgard.”

To say this is to say nothing. O'Brien scratched his head and belatedly remembered that the blond young man should be the founding emperor of the Holy Empire.

He didn't want to appear uneducated, but his curiosity and gossip made him heartbroken. The boy who could make the founding emperor surrender...

"Does that 'Chen Xi' have another identity?"

The pastor paused and considered his answer, "Oh, he has a better-known title."

"God of Light."

!

This answer made the sensitive elf smell something different.

The 'Morning' Claire before she became a god and the God of Light who is now being worshiped seem to have been deliberately separated by the priest.

But he finally swallowed this doubt. This question is too transgressive, too...private. He should not speculate on the pastor's beliefs.

The door of the Dove Church is made of oak without any luxurious decoration. The door is simply outlined in brass with the shape of a feather. The feathers of four different birds, representing humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs respectively, form a pair of crossed wings. This is the "Wings of Light", the symbol of the Holy See of Light.

Sylvia knocked on the wooden door, making a muffled sound. After a while, a little boy with brown hair timidly opened the door a small crack, "Excuse me..."

He glanced at Sylvia, and then saw the dark elf behind him. He was not afraid at all. He stared at this rare elf as if he had seen something interesting.

"I'm looking for Mother Teresa." The priest maintained a smile, bent down, and took out a handful of candies from his pocket. "Please tell her that Sylvia is here to see her."

The boy accepted the candy without ceremony. Thump thump thump and run inside.

"What do you mean, do you want to go in and sit down for a meeting?" the pastor politely suggested, but he uttered words that were terrifying to the ears of the elves.

…That’s still not possible. He still has a shadow on the light. O'Brien waved his hand, indicating that he could just stand at the door.

The pastor did not force him, "If you are tired, you can sit on the bench in the last row of the chapel. The church is not crowded at this time." Then he followed the little boy who left and returned deeper.

Having lost the companionship of the priest, the bored elf looked at the sky and the earth. The elf was an invisible man squatting at home, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

After admiring the clouds in the sky and counting the ants on the ground, O'Brien was bored and looked inside the church.

This sight brought him into contact with an old acquaintance.

The chapel is not very big, it can only be considered simple and plain. The statue of the God of Light with an unclear face was placed in the center of the red carpet. Colorful small colored glasses are pieced together to form a rose window, forming a pair of wings made of flowers behind the statue, giving the statue psychedelic light.

Indeed, as Sylvia said, there was no one inside. In the front row of the bench are several children of similar age, wearing uniforms and reading books intently. These may be the orphans adopted by the church.

There is a man sitting in the last row on the right. The man was also wrapped up tightly, gnawing on a piece of black bread while drinking water.

Yo, isn't this that person? We haven’t seen each other for so long, why are we so excited that we even came to the church to get some shade?

The competitive spirit suddenly surged into my head. That man can sit in church, why can't he. So the elf swaggered in and sat on the left side of the last row of benches, just not too close to the man.

The man gave O'Brien a strange look and turned his head away.

However, a child in the front row brought bread and water.

Do I look so much like a down-and-out homeless man in need of help? O'Brien agonized.

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Sylvia was led to the bell tower behind the chapel. The sound of birds flapping their wings was endless, and she believed there must be more than a hundred white doves here.

Mother Teresa is strictly adhering to her usual schedule to feed the birds. Among the missionaries, she was incongruously young, only about twenty-five years old, but she had already single-handedly taken on the responsibility of being the only church in this city in the middle of the continent. What's even more incredible is that she has no so-called talent for light and cannot use light elements. You must know that although missionaries do not require that priests who need to fight generally have the power to control elements, and there are even great priests who cannot use light elements, "people in the world will always choose fruits that look brighter." The promotion of ordinary people The road will be much more difficult.

Seeing Sylvia coming, the nun threw all the rice grains in her hands on the ground, attracting white pigeons to peck at them.

"Sylvia." She greeted her cordially, "Father Leo's letter just arrived yesterday, and I'm still thinking about how to deliver it to you."

The nun took out the letter from her pocket and handed it to her. Her warm eyes fell on her face again, "Flora, that cheerful red-haired child, also asked me to thank you. Her orc companions left. Danger, it’s all thanks to you.”

Sylvia didn't speak, just shook her head.

The nun sighed, like a troubled mother, "Why don't you tell me in advance about running away from home. You obviously know that I am in Gabu City. It's good to have someone to take care of you. After you leave, Father I’m worried about you.”

Sylvia still shook her head. Her hair has reached slightly to her shoulders, and she can feel the friction between the fabric and her hair. "I just want to go somewhere. A place where no one knows me. A new starting point."

"New things, new understandings, new feelings...new friends."

"'Rules' are multi-faceted. If we don't observe them from multiple angles, the conclusion will be too arrogant and arbitrary. To speculate and understand the world just by relying on knowledge, after all, I am overestimating my capabilities."

This time it was the nun who was silent. Her eyes were almost pitiful, "Do you still feel 'empty' now?"

This is not an easy question to answer.

Sylvia unconsciously covered her heart with her hand and slowly moved it down to her lower abdomen.

She forced a smile, still the polite smile, "Thank you for your concern. I'm working hard to fill it up."