God forbids me to fall in love

Moen stood there for a while, then slowly walked over.

In fact, at this moment, he only felt at a loss.

He didn't know what else he could pray to the gods for.

In this place closest to the truth, he witnessed the truth being abandoned.

The messengers of the most honorable and pious gods in the entire continent, they just want to create a stable deception.

This even shook Moen's faith a bit.

But he looked at the icon and quickly realized how wrong that was, how disrespectful he was to the gods.

He even had the idea of ​​doubt.

Moen walked over quickly and knelt in front of the icon.

Because the movement was more intense and sudden, his knee fell hard on the futon, and it was strange that it didn't hurt at all.

He should have closed his eyes and prayed immediately, but he couldn't help looking at it for a long time.

Looking at the carved eyebrows of the icon, he had the illusion that he was staring at a god.

This delusion made him palpitate inexplicably.

Moen quickly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say the fluent prayer words as usual, and wanted to call out the □□ word, but for some reason, he couldn't say those three words.

His throat seemed to be blocked by something, Moen opened his eyes dryly, and his shell was stuck.

Could it be that just because his faith was shaken for a moment, he no longer has the right to call the name of the god?

Is this God's punishment for him?

Even with such doubts, Moen didn't feel afraid at all.

There were countless things to say in his mind, and he even had the idea of ​​complaining to the gods, such as describing how wrong the "adults" were.

But in the end, he still controlled this inappropriate impulse, and just opened his mouth to report his experience of the day to God, like a child keeping a diary, and he said everything as small as an egg he ate today.

Moen never said such "nonsense" before, he would only say a few prayers and oaths in a decent and restrained way like every educated believer, and in the past, he would be serious and solemn when praying, so as not to disturb the people too much The great Yemiga-sama.

This time, it was like telling an old friend. After speaking, Moen's mood was relaxed.

Perhaps, it is because of this holy image.

The Holy See must have hired the most skilled sculptor to cast it, and it feels like it embodies the blessings of the gods.

With his eyes closed, Moen could feel a burst of warmth, and he believed that this must not be his hallucination.

Is it possible that the great god chose to come for a short time to appease his hesitant heart?

Moen knelt for a long time, until he felt that the coldness he had just felt in the hall was replaced by warmth, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and stood up in a sense of loss.

Under this strange feeling, he even felt that God loves him, and God will definitely bless him.

So he will not be afraid, he will fight against the weird nightingale to the end, and he will prevent the adults of the Holy See from making wrong decisions.

In the abyss, another light suddenly appeared.

It was a white ball of light, dazzlingly white, resplendently white.

It suddenly appeared in front of the gods. Seeing its color, Vilnes pursed his lips and his face softened.

But soon, that faint smile disappeared.

Because the god suddenly remembered that he had stolen this radiance ball, and he had used despicable means to steal it from other people's icons that he despised before.

He no longer has the power of faith.

The viscous dark matter began to move around again. They stretched out their tentacles to erode the power of faith, like a sticky swamp wrapped around the legs of a person who stepped into it, clinging to the halo, trying to hold it tightly and crush it Crushed, devoured.

Vernes' eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly put away the ravaged light cluster.

The power of faith in white is pure respect.

And that respect was not for him.

What is the power of faith in black?

is a dirty use.

There seems to be a voice in the abyss saying: Why not be black?Fill the believer's heart with desire, and even use me, as long as he is willing to continue to love me...

The swirl of lava around Vilnes completely condensed.

His figure was stiff, and after a few seconds of silence, a red ball of light suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

He gently took the thing in his hand and played with it, but the luster on the light ball was so dim.

It can also take the shape of rabbits and lambs, and it can be slapped and flew like a ball, but it will not make the gods happy.

Because that's fake.

What is the power of faith in red?

It is the love of believers.

Because I lost it, I made a fake one.

How pitiful.

— Said the voice in the abyss.

They continue to say: If you lose, then gain it.

Wilnes suddenly shook the ball of light away like an electric shock.

The red power of faith jumped twice in the abyss and was swallowed by the boundless darkness.

There was a trace of astonishment and panic on the face of the gods who had always been calm and breezy.

All sounds are silent.

There is no sound in the abyss.

All voices only come from the heart of the gods.

……

At night, Moen fell asleep peacefully.

Everything in the Holy See made him uncomfortable, except for this room with icons. He was inexplicably wrapped in a sense of security, and he had the ideal of a great hero. He slept soundly and had no dreams all night.

Waking up the next day, he was given the chance to go outside.

Even under house arrest, he is still a son of God who came from a branch church. As a son of God, he must go to the altar every morning to pray for thanksgiving.

With some reluctance, he changed into the more high-end clothes of the son of God sent by the Holy See staff last night, and put aside the outfit that belonged to Patin Litan.

This is not a good sign. Even the uniform has been changed, which may mean that he will need to stay here for a long time.

Even, there is the possibility of never going back to Partin Litan.

When the door was knocked, Moen followed another Son of God whom he had never seen before to the altar.

It has to be said that the moment he opened the door, he felt like his expectations had failed.

He thought he would see the kinder son of God who sent him back last night again.

Putting aside the messy thoughts in his heart, Moen stood silently on the periphery, and followed the crowd to complete the group prayer activities.

There were no mistakes in the middle process, and everything went smoothly and step by step.

Only when he finally left, the priest Tommy, who was far away on the high platform, took a look at him.

Immediately Moen was stopped, and a son of God informed him that a priest wanted to see him, so he was led to a certain branch of the church.

Moen thought, it must be the priest named Tommy who wanted to see him.

He is still very impressed with this lord. Since the first time he showed up yesterday, he has been acting very differently, paying special attention to himself.

Even later, when the bishop was talking to him, the lord cut off his words many times. After sensing the bishop's thoughts, Moen faintly felt that lord Tommy seemed to be deliberately protecting him.

After he entered the priest's room, Lord Tommy was standing by the window looking out.

The first sentence he said when he heard Moen's movement and turned around was an inexplicable sentence

"...Moen, good boy, can you tell me why your name is Moen?"

Tommy's weather-beaten calloused hands were folded together, and they were lightly clenched as he asked.

The old man seemed to be nervous when facing the junior.

Moen didn't know why, so he knelt down and replied honestly: "I am a child adopted by Patin Litan Church, and the name was given by the priest at that time."

"...Is that so." Tommy's pupils were a bit cloudy, as if he had suffered some injuries in the early years, and his left eye felt a little hard to open.

And now they are looking at Moen's face, but they seem to be looking at others through Moen.

"You look so much like an old friend of mine."

His voice was full of vicissitudes and exhaustion, without the support of the deacon, he sat back on the chair tremblingly.

Unlike the tough and majestic him in the hall yesterday, the priest Moen saw today was the same as every fragile old man who recalled his youthful past.

"Looks like, I'm not sure if I went back to 50 years ago..." He murmured, and suddenly let out a few wry smiles, "At that time, I hated that person so much."

Moen listened quietly, not knowing what he could say. It seemed that Master Tommy just wanted to talk to the old man who was very similar to him through himself.

"Because he was more industrious and brave than me... Then he died in the war, and I owe him a life... He is my brother, also called Moen."

Tommy narrated some sporadic and fragmented words intermittently. He lowered his head, his thick voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was unintelligible, as if the past was immersed in memories and could not extricate itself.

After a long time, he regained his composure, took a fixed look at Moen, and sighed, "You shouldn't be involved in this matter. The bishop's mind is unpredictable, and it's hard to guarantee that he will change anytime soon." Idea. I came to you just to tell you that if someone asks you if you want to stay, you must refuse. There are undercurrents in the Holy See, so don’t choose this place for your faith.”

Moen nodded solemnly. He was very grateful to Lord Tommy for his help yesterday, and was about to take this opportunity to express his gratitude. At the same time, he would try his best to get a plan to only hunt nightingales.

But Tommy shook his head wearily.

"I know what you want to say. Compared with losing your life, this is already a compromise. I didn't expect Fox to agree. It would not be his style to give in. You can put this matter aside. Three to five days After the past, the focus is not on you, then go back to your original place, don't be stained with fishy fish again."

Having said that, it is naturally impossible for Moen to entangle with anything ignorantly.

It is very lucky to be able to survive because of the resemblance to Master Tommy's old man.

Finally, with a grateful heart, he bowed his head respectfully and saluted the lord, got up and left here.

The Son of God who was waiting for him outside the door seemed not to be curious about his trip, and indifferently completed the task of sending Moen back to his room.

Moen let out a long breath, pushed open the door and walked in.

However, in the empty room of the Son of God, there was an unexpected guest.

"You're back. Where did you go? I guess it must have been Tommy the Fat Pig who told you to go there?"

The other party smiled calmly, sitting on a chair with folded arms and looking at Moen, with a rebellious tone of intimacy.

He looked very sloppy, and his legs even reached the table.

No devout believer would look like this.

Not to mention that this man was wearing the robes that belonged exclusively to the priesthood.

Moen subconsciously looked at the icon in the room, but saw that it was covered by a flannelette.

The whole space was filled with a kind of coldness that shocked him.

Moen stood at the door without moving, his palms gradually sweating.

"Why don't you come in, do I have to invite you?"

The smile on Fox's face disappeared, he shook the folds on his sleeves, and stood up expressionlessly.

It was the priest who satirized Lord Tommy in the hall yesterday and finally proposed to kill all the birds.

"You are here, what's the matter?" Moen asked with difficulty.

He tried to analyze something, but Fox's approaching every step of the way compressed all his thinking space.

"Those who know too much will be silenced." Fox said leisurely with unclear language.

His eyes flickered, and there was a touch of excitement in his tone: "What's more, you smell really good. No wonder that stupid kid couldn't help it. Even I haven't had this kind of smell for a long time..."

"I feel like my appetite has been whetted."