God forbids me to fall in love

"I've thought about it, I must go back."

Moen stood firmly in front of Tommy, but he didn't look up at the familiar face.

He was afraid that he would ruin his achievements. After all, it was still a fantasy for his former cousin to become his theology teacher.

Tommy is already a middle-aged man, and Moen has seen him in his youth and old age, and now, in a certain sense, it can be said that Moen has finally witnessed his life completely.

Although the experience and personality are completely different from the previous life, they are the same soul after all.

On the one hand, Moen felt gratified, but on the other hand, he felt a little sad.

"This...Moen, you don't have to be brave, we can arrange other punishments for you to atone for your sins." Tommy pondered, "You are already back, why are you leaving again? Did some of the classmates say something bitter? if?"

He frowned, thinking that Moen's sudden desire to return to the church to continue volunteering might have been stimulated by the cynicism of his classmates.

"No, I was sent back because I was in a coma at that time, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to get on the carriage." Moen fought hard, "There is nothing wrong with my body, it was just an accident, I promise I will not Happen again!"

"Persistence is a good thing, but don't push yourself too much." Tommy glanced at Moen with concern, "I will contact the church again. You should rest for a day before leaving. There is no need to be in a hurry."

He took out the seal from the drawer, and finally agreed to Moen's request.

Moen stared at his stamped hand, and when he got the permit to go out, he was so excited that he wanted to give Tommy a hug.

He really didn't seem to be able to control the impulse.

"Tommy, you are much cuter than when you were a child!" He suddenly stepped forward and hugged Tommy, and rubbed Mr. Tommy's clever head that was always thinking, "Goodbye!"

After speaking, Moen rushed out with the permit like a gust of wind.

What "take a day off before leaving", he didn't hear it at all.

Tommy: "...?"

"He's really a child of all ages." Teacher Shanna who was sitting at the opposite desk witnessed everything and said thoughtfully, "Something seems to have changed in Moen's body. Why did you want to send him to Lunwa? About church?"

Tommy straightened his messy hair and said in confusion: "Moen is really different from before. As for why I sent him, I don't know the reason. I just think he may be the only one who can succeed. Maybe there is a god guiding me?"

He shook his head and laughed at the end, and asked, "What about you? Why don't you want him to go? Just because Ferguson is strong and can protect himself better than him when he encounters danger?"

"Besides the danger, there is another reason." Shanna pursed her lips hesitantly, "Out of some unclear intuition, I always feel that the arrangement of Moen's choice may lead to some things we can't control. The result of staying."

"Whether the result is good or bad, who can tell?" Tommy sighed, "Let's see how the situation develops."

The two stopped talking, and each buried their heads in their work.

At the other end, Moen arrived at the door of the church again in a carriage.

The statue that was smashed by Velede has not had time to repair, probably because the decapitated statue will scare passers-by, so it is covered with a layer of red flannelette.

The debris on the ground was simply swept away.

Moen was actually surprised.

Velede, the human incarnation of Vernes, unexpectedly has such a character.

Gloomy, irritable, presumptuous, repelling people thousands of miles away, intolerable for the existence of "false gods", and even engage in some extreme behaviors.

At the beginning, Moen had made a wish to meet the "real him", but the appearance of Velede was more complicated than Moen imagined.

Neglecting the influence of the growth environment on the development of acquired personality, does it mean that the real Vernes is not as gentle and compassionate as Moen met at the beginning?

In other words, under the effect of the abyss, the essence of the gods has also been affected.

Moen's eyes flickered, and he silently swallowed.

Although he is eager to find people, but in the end he has a feeling of retreat from the homeland.

"Hey! Moen, aren't you a student? I didn't expect to meet you here."

Moenben was immersed in the imagination of meeting Velede, and was shocked for a moment when he heard the sound, and then looked over happily.

"Neil!" He called out the person's name.

They were classmates and friends who had fought side by side for many years. They parted at the moment before they were supposed to go into battle and never saw each other again.

I really don't know if Neil in that world realized his ideal later.

Moen and Neil once had a conversation about their dreams. Although at that time, as human warriors against the demons, their life direction had been framed in a straight path, but Neil once said

"I really want to be an ordinary person who doesn't have many responsibilities, and do some work of feeding horses and chopping firewood. The value and meaning of life seem small in the eyes of the world, but it is easy to achieve."

During one of their missions, Neil carried the rescued survivors on his back, with some dark black blood splashed on his face when he killed the demon, he turned his head and said with a wry smile to Moen.

At this moment, the Neil of this world pushed an empty cart past, looking like he had just returned from work.

Despite a tiring day, he looked energetic and smiling.

"Neil, I'm so happy for you." Moen ran over moved, and restrainedly patted Neil on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Neil raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with me, could it be that I was chosen by the church and won the lottery?"

Moen still wanted to say something to him, but when he was organizing his words, there was already a figure of Qianli at the intersection not far away.

The girl stood there waving at Neil, shouting, "Why don't you come back, the food is getting cold!"

"Hey, right away!" Neil responded with a smile, with two shy blushes on his face, he pouted his chin and said to Moen, "I'm going first, someone is waiting for me. Let's talk another day, goodbye, Moen kindness!"

"Okay, okay." Moen nodded, watching Neil rush away with the car, his heart racing.

Seeing the "old people" have been reborn and live a better life than before, what he felt was a sense of relief.

Neil also lived the life he dreamed of, which couldn't be better.

Moen put away his emotions, gently pushed open the door of the church and walked in.

It was evening, and the evening prayer service in the church was still going on, and the nuns must be leading the order.

Moen didn't intend to increase the workload for the other party. He was already familiar with the church, so he walked to his previous room without being guided.

Walking to the door, Moen actually saw another "cat" who had said to him a long time ago.

The milky white long-haired cat was lying on the window sill outside his room, stretching its body freely.

"Cat!" He hurried over and stopped in front of it.

Didn't the cat say it was leaving?

Moen didn't expect to see it again.

The cat just gave him a lazy look and looked away.

Like every normal cat, there is no warmth in its eyes, let alone Lao Shizi's "intelligent thoughts".

But this is abnormal behavior, "cat" should not be a normal cat.

Moen was taken aback for a moment, and tentatively called again: "Waled?"

This time, the cat didn't even look at him any more. These three words were meaningless to it.

It no longer contradicts names that do not belong to it

It turned out that the "cat" had left.

What remained was an ordinary cat.

Moen stroked the cat's back sadly, slightly disappointed.

At this time, there was a "click" from his side.

Moen stood still, slightly startled, because the door of his own room was suddenly opened from the inside.

And an unexpected person came out of it in a panic.

The man's clothes were a little messy, and his posture was a little embarrassed, which was quite different from the decent and elegant image he had shown in the past.

It was Father Griffin of Lenvayo Church.

As the priest of the church, instead of presiding at the prayer service, he sneaked around in a guest room.

Although he also appeared suddenly at the end of the morning prayer service, this does not at all serve as evidence to justify this behavior.

Seeing Moen, Griffin showed an awkward smile, and said nonchalantly: "Moen, good boy, you came back quite suddenly. The school said you would arrive tomorrow, and I wanted to clean up for you today. I didn't expect you to arrive at the late night accommodation, so I will arrange it by myself next time."

After speaking, he didn't even wait for Moen's response, and hurried away.

Full of loopholes.

Moen's heart sank silently.

He is no longer an ordinary student with little life experience. He thinks of the priest's aggressive and over-enthusiasm when they first met, and the name Griffin that impressed him—he was parasitized by the nightingale and tried to suck his blood His young master is also called by this name.

A non-specific and disgusting guess involuntarily formed in Moen's mind.

What did Father Griffin do in his room?

It is impossible to clean as he said.

Moen quickly found an answer.

Maybe it was because he left in a guilty conscience and in a hurry, Griffin didn't even have time to check if he had left anything in the house that shouldn't have been left behind.

Moen knelt down and picked up the thin scroll under the bed.

It has a low-key cover, the full text is only a few pages, and it is rolled into a paper tube, which seems to be more convenient to carry in the sleeve, and of course, it is easier to fall off.

Moen took a deep breath silently, clenched and loosened his palms.

He opened the book, and after a cursory glance, he was greatly shocked, making him want to retch.

I didn't expect such filthy and evil things to exist in the world.

This book describes some nasty sexual things, but the object of the act is not only two men, but also middle-aged men to teenagers, and there is coercion and humiliation in the process.

This is no longer a disgusting category, but a serious crime.

Moen suppressed his anger so much that his hands were shaking.

Distraught, he frowned and threw the book on the ground in disgust, then hesitated to pick it up again.

This book corroborates his guess

The priest is a bloody disgusting pervert.

The resentment against him from the beginning seemed not at all rootless.

What else could he be doing in this room?

For a moment, Moen felt that the air in the whole room became dirty.

His heart was beating violently, and after standing for two seconds, he ran out with the book.

Before being discovered by the priest, he had to hand over the things as evidence so that he could get the punishment he deserved.

How could a scum maggot with a dirty idea and possibly put it into action stand in this position.

As for how to deal with it, let the people above decide. What he has to do is to expose the darkness to the sun.