Can't Su

After successfully convincing Dick, he arranged for them to live in the only local church.It was a relatively simple residence. Some of the damaged walls were densely populated with creepers, and the inside was overgrown with weeds. Only the cobblestone path in the middle was particularly clean and tidy.The door of the church was half open, and it was quiet inside, and there was no one there.

When Dick was sending them over, he touched and meaningfully touched the soft breasts and breasts of the maid next to him, and in the ambiguous groaning and groaning, he expressed that the treatment would change depending on the effect.

"Father...that Chaos God..." Michael asked a little tangled after the attendants left. He casually pulled the weeds that were almost half the height of a person beside him, not daring to meet Swift's gaze.

In Michael's mind, the image of Swift changed like this: Troubled monk - stupid monk - damned monk - not bad monk - unique friend.It can be said that more than half of Swift in his cognition is connected with his belief and profession.The guy he knew was a man of great faith, a man of few words but trustworthy.

But the face-to-face conversation with Dick today refreshed all his cognition.The man who skillfully used aristocratic rhetoric and successfully achieved his purpose and plan in a short conversation, still looked a little strange with his indifferent expression.

Even if he hides his secrets and doesn't show his conversational skills, isn't his usual pious beliefs all fake?Is praying on time and on time every day a disguise?Such speculation made Michael shudder a little.Today's conversation can be said to have overturned all beliefs of Swift as a believer in the God of Light. Was it forced?Or is it really just a disguise?He didn't want to believe that the partner he had trusted all this time was such a person.

Swift wasn't surprised to hear Michael's hesitant question.This kid couldn't hide the expression on his face, and he didn't know how many times he looked at him hesitating to speak along the way. When he proposed the theory of Chaos God, he thought that this kid must have doubts.

"I have always believed in the God of Chaos." He will naturally stick to this concept created by him.

Michael's eyes widened, he subconsciously took two steps back, and stretched his hands to his waist - that's where he usually hangs his weapon.

This is actually a gap in the background of the times.Even in this world, kingship is supreme, but theocracy also accounts for a considerable proportion.Only those who are loyal to their own beliefs are truly trustworthy. This is an unspoken rule hidden deep in everyone's heart.That's why Michael embraced Swift so quickly after getting rid of his own prejudices.

But on the other hand, if even faith can be disguised, this person must be a person who is deeply untrustworthy in the city, and such a person will usually do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.So Michael subconsciously wanted to take out a weapon for self-defense.

Swift didn't know this unspoken rule, and he couldn't understand why Michael was so excited about it.He looked at Rose who was still calmly standing on the side of the road watching the scene in front of him, and thought that probably the "Glory of the Emperor" family paid special attention to the matter of faith.

"Do you also think this is heresy?" Swift lowered her head a little lonely, and sighed heavily, "I have believed in the Chaos God since I was a child."

"What the hell is the Chaos God? What is your usual performance?" Michael seemed to feel his own reaction was a little intense, and Michael stood up straight in embarrassment, and touched his nose.

"This story is a bit long." Swift sighed and motioned for Michael and Rose to follow him in.

They pushed open the door of the church and made a heavy "squeak" sound. The sound of footsteps falling to the ground echoed clearly throughout the church. There was no dust on the benches lined up in several rows, and the ground was clean enough to reflect people. generally.Continuing to walk inside, the light revealed from the skylight happened to shine on the statue of the God of Light in the middle, adding a bit of sacred color.

It's not as barren as the waiter said, at least someone must have been cleaning the church for a long time.While looking around, Swift led the two people behind him to the resting place from the right side familiarly.

Surprisingly, there lived a child of about [-] years old.Under the disheveled short brown hair is a fair face with many small freckles. His brown eyes are now full of defense. He is standing calmly by the table with a pair of scissors, his fingertips turning white from holding the scissors too tightly. , staring straight at Swift who walked in first, his short and thin figure seemed to contain great explosive power.

Swift and the others were also taken aback. They did guess that someone lived here secretly, but no one thought it was such a child.The two parties looked at each other silently, and fell into an extremely awkward atmosphere for a moment.

"Who are you?" It was the child who couldn't help breaking the silence in the end. He said viciously, but his crisp and soft voice made people feel that there was no sense of threat.

"I'm Father Ace, hello kid." Swift stood up, took two tentative steps, knelt down and looked at him within the safe range of the kid, trying to express his kindness.

"Father? Are you a priest?" The child obviously breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to put down the "weapon" in his hand, but he hesitated to hold it tightly. His suspicious expression was so brightly displayed in front of everyone.

"Of course." Obviously, this face still has its function, such as quickly tightening the distance between people.Swift smiled, and his smile was very attractive, the kind of smile with kindness and clergy's unique tolerance, which added a lot to the already friendly enough face.

It may be that a certain action of Swift touched the child, he walked slowly to Swift, and put the scissors on the table beside him - it was within reach of him at any time.

"What are the two teachings of the God of Light No. 80?" he asked.

He stared at Swift closely, obviously not letting go of his guard directly.This is a child with a wariness that is not appropriate for his age, and he is full of distrust of the world.

"Pious faith brings you new hope." At this time, I had to thank myself for reciting this teaching for being idle during the time in Riwente.Swift thought this way, and then recited this teaching smoothly.

For Swift, the experience and knowledge of the original owner is just like watching a movie, and it does not mean that he can master it.If he wants to really master this skill, he must try and practice by himself.In Michael's view, the quite skilled and standard prayer posture is actually the result of Swift's secret practice.

The child was obviously relieved when he heard this sentence, he smiled and motioned for them to sit down.Then he walked out quickly, leaving only one sentence, "Wait a minute."

The three sat in their seats in silence, the appearance of the child was beyond their expectation.Michael, who originally planned to listen to Swift's explanation, shook his head and said that he would explain when he had time. The first thing to deal with now is the child who suddenly appeared in this church.

Not long after the three sat together, the child came in with tea.The tea cup is made of wood, the workmanship is very rough, and even the surface is uneven.Holding the tray with both hands, he put the teacup full of hot brown liquid in front of the three of them: "I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."

"Child, are you here alone?" Michael asked directly, looking at the child opposite him with one hand on his chin.

When the child heard the question, he pursed his lips and did not answer. He turned his gaze to Swift, looked at the tea in front of him again, paused and said, "Don't you want to try it?"

"What is this?" Swift looked softly at the child in front of him with a smile in his eyes.He didn't show that charming smile again, but his tone was obviously much gentler than usual.

"Civil!" Michael complained to Rose in a low voice, "This guy usually knows how to put on a dead face, but now he is so gentle with a child! Doesn't he have any special hobbies, this guy!"

Rose glanced at Michael, then simply turned his head and cast his eyes on the child.He was also really curious as to why this kid had aroused Ace's interest.

"You'll know when you taste it, it's a good thing." The child strongly recommended his unknown liquid, but obviously he just wanted Swift to taste it, and the other two were incidental.

"I don't know your name yet?" Swift, who didn't want to drink this stuff no matter how friendly he was, began to change the subject.

"Okay, Father. My name is Catherine, and I'm an alternate nun at Cooley Church!" The crisp voice was extremely loud, and the girl who stood upright looked at Swift with eyes full of spirit and introduced herself.