Human dimension reduction

After arriving in this small town, the game often pops up some side missions. Edward observed it carefully and found that its content can be roughly divided into two parts.

One is the so-called increase of Petrosha's favorability, such as choosing a suitable gift for Petrosha, inviting him to take a walk, and increasing Petrosha's favorability through different choices when facing certain special events. The favorability of the players, such tasks accounted for the vast majority, almost four or five times a day similar things can be spawned.

The second is to remind the main plot, which is roughly related to the conquering of the world mentioned by Petrosha, but the number of such content is very small, the words are implicit, and it is deeply passed down by the riddleman.

Edward sat on a bench at the edge, so that he could leave at any time. The townspeople around him had fascinated eyes, with fanatical and pious expressions. On the pulpit was Petrosa in a white robe, a handsome and attractive young nobleman. Holding the scriptures covered in cowhide in his hand, he patiently interpreted the contents word by word.

Such an atmosphere can easily dissolve people's independence and assimilate rational people into fanatical collective consciousness. Edward folded his hands on his knees, and the half-empty dialog box was still relentlessly approaching him.

[In a peaceful town, as a well-loved priest, Petrosha's time is about to be divided up by irrelevant trifles. In order to get his attention, appropriate small tricks are also very cute!

a. Pretend to let Petrosa find you sad.

b. Hurt for the sake of helping others, sure to get loving feedback!

c. Show weakness, Petrosa will take pity on those who show their vulnerable side~]

Edward felt that every option in this dialog box was so eye-catching that he had a heart attack.

Let's not talk about these things... Whether the little tricks are useful or not, just the sentence "Petrosha will take pity on people who show their vulnerable sides", there are already so many slots in it that he doesn't bother to ask questions.

Petrosha would not pity someone who showed his vulnerable side, he would only show a loving expression, and then ponder how to eat this poor little lamb one bite at a time.

And that "feedback of love"... He didn't want to know what it was, even if he put the phrase together with Petrosa's face, he was so sick that he wanted to go out and run around the town for three times. lock up.

Despite suffering a huge mental shock, Edward still had a calm face, and he chose option c at random.

It's not because the tilde moved him, but as a player, his first task now is to clear the level quickly. He also chose all the previous tasks at will and then completed them by playing around the corner. How can he save trouble and quickly? How come, because it was too perfunctory, Petrosha never noticed what was wrong.

For example, in the gift-giving session, he deliberately took two apples to the confession room to pick Petrosa off work, and casually threw one to him when the other party was puzzled, and then casually added, "The last two, want to eat? I gave it to you." .

Because his movements and demeanor were too natural, and it was common for him to bring food to Petrosha, he did not arouse the vigilance of the priest at all.

The "gift" was just sent out by him in an understatement.

And this show of weakness...

Edward's expression became a little more serious.

After the sermon was over, people left one after another. Half of the rebel army in the town organized their teams and left. Petrosa didn't have any explanation for this, but Edward guessed that he should have given something to the leader who was afraid of him like a tiger. order, while the other party is desperately completing the task.

Petrosha put his hands in his sleeves, with only a little white fingertips exposed. His physical fitness was excellent, holding back the Slavs, even if he was wrapped in thick clothes in the priest's loose white robe. It didn't help, he dangled in front of Edward every day with a handsome face that was turned pale by the cold, with a harmless and gentle smile.

"Petya." After many protests from Petrosa, Edward finally replaced the unfamiliar "Mr. Belinsky" with the intimate "Petya", although his tone was very cold every time he yelled that.

Petrosha let out a low echoing sound from his throat, like a bear waking up from hibernation lazily stretching its body, arching its head against the warm haystack, and unconsciously emitting a comforting grunt from its throat .

To some extent, Petrosha still retains certain characteristics of the Slavic nation, such as drinking vodka like drinking water.

——If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that Petrosa, who was so thin that he would collapse in the wind, could drink a bottle of vodka without changing his face, and he could easily express that the wine was not strong enough.

There was a handmade basket at his feet, which was full of frozen yogurt and butter cubes, pickles, sausages, and big Lieba. Seeing Edward's sight, he explained: "It was sent by the parishioners."

It can be seen that the townspeople are trying their best to please their priest. Edward looked at those good things that are rare in this season: "You cook dinner?"

They have been living in the church, and Petrosa declined the suggestion of arranging a cook, and did not accept any service except for some ingredients and clothes, even if some townspeople voluntarily offered their young daughters and young children—— It was a normal thing in some dioceses. Many priests would accept peasant children as servants to take care of them, but Petrosa firmly rejected them.

The reason he uses is still the truth of the Bible, what the Lord made them shepherd the people, and severely warned the shepherds not to use His will for personal gain, what the Lord believed in and loved Him, so everyone became brothers and sisters, and made brothers and sisters slaves is immoral...

The townspeople burst into tears when they heard this, and their hearts became more determined to follow this priest Gao Jie, but Edward felt that... this person who spoke in a high-sounding manner was just too suspicious and unwilling to give his food and clothing to others.

It was also because it was Petrosa who refused, so he naturally had to shoulder relatively more responsibilities. Except when he was busy, Petrosa cooked all three meals for the two of them, and Edward did it naturally. Including reasons that are hard to describe, Petrosha always smiled and said that Edward is not suitable for this kind of thing...

In fact, he was persecuted and delusional again!Edward complained in his heart.

"Well, there are still some potatoes in the storage room. How about creamy potato and onion soup? I can give you double cheese, and add a few sausages and eggs..." Petrosa thought about the menu, and at the same time pointed Pointing to the basket by his feet, "I saw that the pickles are pretty good."

Edward walked up to him, Petrosa bent over to lift the basket, and walked side by side with Edward to the back of the church: "Are you bored? You've been distracted."

Even when he was preaching, he did not forget to focus part of his attention on Edward, and he naturally discovered the state of the other party's absent-mindedness.

"Well... I can't say it's boring... I just think Peijia is really amazing."

Petrosa's blue-gray eyes rolled gently, and an inexplicable smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Why did you praise me so suddenly? What happened?"

They walked into the kitchen. The kitchen in the church was small and cramped. It used to be used only to serve the priest’s meals. At most, it would cook a few communions and distribute them to the townspeople on weekends. The walls made of thick rocks are very suitable for heat preservation. The great cauldron for the communion stood against the wall, and there was only one small pot on the stove.

Petrosa carried a cloth bag of potatoes, washed them in water, and put them on the chopping board one by one. Edward took a knife and cut them into irregular pieces.

"If something happens, will Pejia not know?" Edward cut open the last potato before responding to Petrosha's question, "There is nothing in this town that can be hidden from Pejia now, right? "

The confession room of the church has people going in and out day and night with their heads bowed. Elderly women, slender girls, strong middle-aged men, and flustered teenagers... They hurried into this dark small room, facing only The small window with a faint light reveals the secrets of the heart. The priest at the other end of the window is the best listener in the world. He comforts the disturbed people with a gentle tone, telling them that they should be praised for telling everything to the Lord, and the honest man will be rewarded. For the happiness of the soul, confessing to the Lord is not a leak, but a kindness that enables more people to return from their mistakes.

Through this method, Petroshara built a spider web covering the entire town, and each node has a heart with a secret. No matter which node has a change, this weak tremor will pass through countless related people. Or extraneous silk is delivered to the spider's ear lying in the center of the web.

To Petrosa, this small town is already a completely open sweet honeycomb. The bees inside are deluded and serve the spiders entrenched in the center wholeheartedly.

Petrosa did not deny his words. He lowered the potatoes into the boiling water and stirred them with a long-handled wooden spoon: "The things I do are only small works that are not worthy of praise. Let them devoutly consecrate themselves to the Lord. , it's just a small step - so why on earth is Eddie praising me."

——Obviously you also saw what I was doing, but you kept silent.

"Because Peja is a person of faith, and she is willing to put in all her efforts for it. Such a person is very admirable. I will never be like Peja." Edward looked at Petrosa a little The soft and rotten potatoes are crushed and boiled, and the rich butter cheese makes the soup appear milky and rich. The aroma of basil leaves spreads along with the transpiring water.

Petrosa scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and brought it to Edward's mouth, beckoning him to taste it. They hadn't done this kind of thing for a while. The blond boy tasted the soup obediently, pursing his lips. After thinking about it for a while, he nodded: "Perfect."

Petrosa withdrew his spoon and scooped the thick soup into the bowl: "Faith... Is there nothing Eddie wants to do? - in this era of chaos and many opportunities? Serfs can claim to be their own masters. In the past, the hooligans who wandered in the market owned land and manors. The Lord gave the shepherds natural strength and wisdom to lead the lambs forward. Eddie has a mind similar to mine. He really never wanted to Have you ever done something like this?"

This question seemed to be a strange switch, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became sticky and solidified, and the emerald green eyes and the blue-gray eyes looked at each other silently.

An inexplicable atmosphere surrounds the two of them. The heat of the creamy soup steams out puffs of snow-white mist. The mellow and sweet milk smell fills the small kitchen. The only background sound, two pairs of eyes of different colors staring straight at each other, they are all seasoned hunters at the moment, trying to dig out something worth chewing from each other's subtle expressions, and then tear apart more luscious flesh and blood and secrets.

Whether it is Edward York or Petrosha Belinsky, they are not people who are willing to dissect themselves honestly to others, even if that other person is their true love, their confidant, and they have identified Companions, in short, their character determines that they will hide themselves deeply.

Digging and mastering other people's secrets is another instinct of theirs.

It seems that only when they completely dissect a person, see everything about him clearly, and understand everything about him, will they feel relieved and start trying to entrust their emotions to each other.

This is one of the reasons why they often have no friends.

——Man is an animal that cannot withstand analysis. The deeper you look, the more you will understand how untrustworthy people are.

But now, their instincts started clamoring for them to tear apart each other's flesh, and lick all the things hidden deep in the texture.

"I thought about it, but I can't do it alone, but if there is Peja, we may be able to create a Utopia in our dreams."

Edward's concession surprised Petrosha, his blue-gray eyes widened slightly, and he subconsciously said: "I always feel that Eddie's coldness is like a king, and now I have to deny my guess No, the king will not bow to others."

The blond-haired, blue-eyed, slender boy with the slender eyelashes of a holy son did not move: "All thrones in the world are absolutely lonely, but if I were a king, I would hope that there would be a priest who would listen to my sinful confession and accept my flowing blood. I will give him the highest glory of the triple crown under the Lord, so that he can become a saint who walks the world."

The triple crown is a crown that only the pope can have. It is composed of the bishop's crown and the crown of the crown. It symbolizes the unity of the kingship of the world and the kingship of the spirit.

A young man in exile with nothing has made a promise that can be said to be ignorant. The ambition in his words is enough to make the timid faint with fear. terrified by his words.

In these words, there is not a trace of reverence for the Lord. He regards the sublime pope's triple crown as an item that can be quantified and traded. altar.

——Existence that can be used as an exchange, no matter how great his name and how powerful he is, from the moment he is put on the scale, he loses all divinity.

This kind of behavior is intolerable, enough for Edward to experience multiple burns for this, and be crucified on the cross for purifying evil by being accused of demon possession.

It happened to be a priest who heard these words.

In many remote towns, religious laws are more effective than secular laws. As long as Petrosa gives an order, the townspeople will use fanatical gestures to send the blasphemous villains to the execution ground covered with wooden thorns .

The pupils of those blue-gray eyes shrunk slightly. In the dark place, the hallucinatory blue luster around the edge of his iris was suppressed to the minimum, and the metallic cold gray was very eye-catching. This natural and emotional The color of the insulation is extremely cold and rational. If the townspeople who are immersed in Father Belinsky's gentle eyes see his expression at this time, they will never be fooled by his smile again.

Turbid waves surged in the cold gray eyes, and there was silt flowing silently under the dark well water with no bottom to be seen.

"Peijia, are you still willing to stick to your belief?"

"Of course, I will always be loyal to my Lord."

"Then—" The blond boy seemed to have expected his answer, and stretched out his right hand to him.

The priest in white robe bent down, held that hand, lowered his head and kissed the ring lightly: "At your service, my lord."

A person who is extremely loyal to himself, who takes himself as his only belief, has finally found another soul who can see through his essence.

Edward glanced to the side indiscriminately, and in the floating dialog box, the task of showing weakness was displayed as completed.

Well, frankly showing your own shortcomings is indeed the perfect answer to the word "showing weakness".