hunting light

In St. Allen's Cathedral in Magdeburg, solemn and melodious sacred music filled the magnificent auditorium.

A ordination ceremony is being held.

There were not many guests watching the ceremony, and they were all religious people.All eyes focused on the young priest who knelt in front of the Holy Light Stand and listened to the presiding bishop reading the ordination document aloud.

He was promoted to bishop at the age of just 30 years old, even though Father Mitchell is a direct disciple of Archbishop Xiali, this age is a bit too young.

However, the achievements of this handsome and elegant black-haired priest over the years made the leaders of the Holy See in Xilin understandable, so they had no choice but to praise him.

After Xiali returned to Xilin, he quickly gained a foothold in the center of the Holy See and promoted many of his disciples.Father Mitchell was one of them.He was promoted to bishop because he won the praise of the Duke of Oran, Earl of Wellman, and even the Coleman royal family in Byron, and because of his outstanding contribution to saving lives and healing the wounded in the war.

"Please bathe in the holy light forever, be steadfast in your heart, and continue to dedicate everything to the church and the Lord." Bishop Carol, who presided over the ceremony, read the words on the document and looked up at Ian who was kneeling in front of him. go.

Ian held the holy light frame in both hands, bowed his head and looked down, infinitely respectful and pious: "I wish to bathe in the holy light forever, with a firm heart, and continue to dedicate everything to the church and the Holy Lord."

"Holy Lord Eternal Brightness." The pair of brothers read in unison.

"Congratulations, Bishop Mitchell." Carol closed the document, and handed the brocade scroll woven with precious metal threads to Ian.

Yi'an took the papers of ordination with both hands, stood up, and accepted the congratulations from the guests watching the ceremony.

The new bishop was gentle and humble, with an indescribably refined and elegant demeanor, and his fair and handsome face looked colder and more holy against the backdrop of this jet-black cassock.

After the guests had dispersed, Carol and Ian sat in the empty auditorium, chatting with each other.

"Your cathedral is the Autumn Hills Cathedral in Westwood," Carroll said. "What the Archbishop means is that you don't have to go back to preside over the church. You are currently serving as the envoy of the Holy See, and you are in charge of all church charity work during the Byron Civil War."

"The archbishop has told me before." Ian nodded, "Please tell the archbishop for me, I will continue to follow his instructions and do my best to spread the holy light and his famous name everywhere."

"The archbishop trusts you. You are his most promising disciple." Carol snorted, "Honestly, Ian, I admire you."

"Admiration for my struggle from a pawn being used to the status of a respected bishop (bishop)?" Ian looked indifferent, but his tone was full of sarcasm. (Note: chess stalk)

Carol sneered: "At least you have worked hard, Ian, don't complain. We have so many fellow disciples, and many of them can't even wear the priest's robe now."

Ian tugged at the corner of his mouth, and stopped talking.

"So, you will continue to follow Earl Wilman's troops, won't you?" Carol asked again.

Ian felt a slight pinprick on his skin, and his voice became cold: "Do you have any other opinions?"

"Of course not!" Carol laughed.Over the years, except for his more mature appearance, his sloppy demeanor has not changed at all.

"The archbishop very much approves of your friendship with Earl Wellman. He also feels that in such a dangerous place on the battlefield, for your safety, it is best for you to be under the protection of the Earl."

"I will take care of myself," Ian said.

"Of course..." Carol was perfunctory, and after a while of deliberation, he finally said, "I've been reading "Biography of the Saints" recently, and I saw something that touched me very much. You know these scriptures by heart, Ian, you You should still remember the story of Saint Croy, right?"

Ian's face was tense, and the killing chill seeped out of his skin, drifting towards Carol.

Carol insisted: "In the era of great pioneering, for more than 200 years, a large number of Omegas died of diseases because they could not adapt to the harsh environment. The birth rate of AO dropped sharply, and the population dropped sharply. The monk Croy had already converted Holy Light, vowed to be chaste for life. But for the continuation of mankind, he took the initiative to sacrifice his body to conceive newborns for Alphas. As a male Omega with strong fertility, Croy gave birth to sixteen children in his life..."

"I know this legend." Ian interrupted Carol forcefully, "Croy's real intention of this move was to protest to the Holy See and the secular regime at that time that the dignitaries deprived the minority Omega of human rights. Then For more than 200 years, Omega, as a precious reproductive tool, has been contested by the rich and powerful, kept in captivity, and forced to give birth frequently... Have you been engaged in public welfare activities related to Omega human rights recently, brother?"

Carol smiled awkwardly and scratched his nose: "I just want to say that as Omega, especially male O with stronger bodies, God created them for the purpose of making them contribute to the reproduction of mankind. You It seems a bit of a waste of the talent God gave you, Ian."

Ian cast a handy glance at Carol from the corner of his eye: "The population of the entire star field is nearly [-] billion, and one tenth of them are Omega. I wasted this 'talent' alone, and it will not affect AO's future. What effect."

"I'm just discussing the scriptures with you." Carol said with a playful smile, "This is just my impression after reading the scriptures. Croy will dedicate himself because he feels the call of the Holy Lord. It can be seen that as long as believers With lofty beliefs, the Holy Lord encouraged them to reproduce for human beings."

"You can't use this special example to figure out the will of the Holy Lord, Carol." Ian still remained expressionless, "It's because you and those lonely and wealthy heiresses finally had an accident, and you have to pay for your own Have you found a reasonable explanation for your behavior?"

Carol laughed. "Ian, oh, Ian! Do you know what I like most about you?"

Ian said, "You don't like me."

Carol froze for a moment, and laughed even more exaggeratedly, his voice echoing in the empty auditorium.

Ian's eyes were like the cold winter night.

"You've always been so smart, Ian." Carol cleared his throat, "You understand what I mean. Your 'talent' is unique, Ian. Otherwise, why would God arrange you to be His disciple and prepare you for it?" Tested by gender traits? Because He just wants you to make good use of your body."

"Do you regard yourself as the spokesperson of God, Carol?" Ian's face was frosty.

Carol ignored Ian's ridicule and said, "Think about it, Ian, and review your fate in the past 30 years. God sent you to his side. God bound you together. God gave you a perfect body. And from my point of view, you have already broken the precept..."

Ian's face was as white as snow paper, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his eyes were filled with cold mist.

Carol smiled ambiguously: "I came to see you at the appointment of the Holy See, Ian. I will not talk nonsense. Of course, no one will force you to make a decision. You are now the golden boy of the entire Holy See Yes. Light guide? Can you really read people’s hearts and control everything?”

Ian squinted at Carol without saying a word.

Several cleaning machines that had been quietly cleaning the auditorium floor suddenly turned in a neat direction and slid towards Carol.

Carol's expression changed.

Before he could react, the mechanical waiters stretched out the nozzles and started spraying cleaning agent towards Carol.

"What the hell?" Carol jumped up. "Wait—Ian, make them stop! Stop—"

Ian stood still.

Carol jumped left and right, tap danced, and was sprayed with white foam all over her body.

"Damn it, Ian!" Carol yelled, "Now that you have the guts, you finally stopped pretending to be that disgustingly obedient and docile? You lecherous bastard..."

He stepped on the wet and slippery detergent, kicked his feet wildly, twisted his waist and waved his hands, turned 360 degrees on the spot, and almost rolled back, but still failed to pull back the deviated center of gravity.

With a loud cry, Carol fell to the ground, hitting his face directly on the floor.

The monks in the church rushed out from the back door when they heard the sound.

The machines scattered like birds and beasts, and continued to work in a serious manner.

Ian finally got up and walked over.

"Bishop Carol accidentally fell." Ian wrote lightly, "Please take care of him. Brother, let's talk about the old days at another time."

Carol's fall was really serious. Not only did he lose several teeth, but he also broke the bridge of his nose. Half of his face was covered with blood, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak.A flamboyant and handsome face that has always been loved by rich women is distorted and hideous.

The monks didn't dare to ask more questions, and hurriedly helped Carol out.

Yi Jing stood quietly for a moment, then returned to the altar and knelt on the prayer rug.

"You don't need to repent." A deep and gentle voice sounded behind him, "If I do it, he will probably need to lie down in the treatment cabin for two days."

"I'm not repenting." Ian lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"That's the god who calls you in your mind." The blond officer in military uniform sat down on the altar like a naughty boy.

"You want to ask Him if he really has other arrangements for you, if he really wants to dedicate you to what that rotten Carol said." Leon's blue eyes were radiant and lively.

Ian glanced at him helplessly: "You are already a lieutenant colonel, sir. Can you maintain a bit of a soldier's image in front of the altar?"

Leon ignored him and said, "The Ian I know is a person who still has his own opinions even though he has converted to the Holy Light. A few rumors from others will never shake your belief. I probably know you best in the world. Obstinate."

Ian was disturbed by Leon and couldn't continue to pray, so he got up.

Leon looked up at him, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Ian was wearing a bishop's robes.This black robe is different from the priest's blue robe, which is looser and thicker.Ian's originally somewhat thin body and flexible lines were tightly covered by the robe, giving him an inviolable majesty and holiness.

Leon felt hot all over, his Adam's apple slipped, and his straight gaze seemed to be able to outline the fine details inside through the thick robe.

It is impossible for Ian not to perceive such a straightforward thought.

As a cleric who had just been promoted to bishop, his clothes were stripped with his eyes, Ian suddenly wanted to instruct the mechanical servants to spray cleanser on Leon's face to help him cool down.

Leon finally remembered that this was a church, restrained himself a bit, and jumped off the altar.

"Is there any celebration in your church tonight, God... oh no, my lord bishop?"

Ian glared at the kid with a naughty smile, "We are all priests, and we only need to pray and chant to thank God. But you, who were promoted to lieutenant colonel, don't you want to celebrate with your comrades?"

"The war is not over yet, keep things simple." Leon said, "Besides, we are both going to the front line tomorrow, and I just want to be with you today. Come on, my fathers gave me a beautiful shuttle , I want to take you somewhere."

Ian glanced at the hand that Leon extended to him, and then glanced at the golden holy light frame hanging on the wall.

He turned around, carried the holy light frame on his back, and followed Leon towards the gate.