A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Paya, who was crying, stopped rolling, and she opened the gap with her hands, revealing a pair of hazy tearful eyes: "Reward...?"

"You should be punished for inadvertently killing someone," Cloris said, "but have you counted your own goodness?" Seeing that Paya was fascinated, the girl stretched out a hand, "You Have you ever thought about how much brilliance you have spread for the holy religion, have you ever thought that if it were not for your existence, the believers in this monastery would have been massacred and killed by the evil townspeople?" She persuaded, "The past cannot Redemption, you have to use the future to redeem your sins. If you choose to die when you can save more people, wouldn’t you put more people in danger? Isn’t this also your sin? You can’t die, Paya. "

"I...can't die?" The pastor slowly took Cloris' hand.

"That's right." The girl smiled confidently.

But in a blink of an eye, Paya, who seemed to embrace hope, was in pain again: "No, it can't, it's always there, it's always there! I killed her, no, she killed me! More people will die because of this, more people , I can see! I can hear! They're groaning, Lord—"

The confessional room became darker and darker, overlapping with the execution room, the surrounding instruments of torture and idols vibrated, lava billowed out of the furnace, and the hot temperature reflected Cloris' cheeks with pain and heat.

Can't go on like this!

She didn't expect that not only did she fail to redeem Paya, but instead drove her into a deeper desperate situation!

Cloris quickly thought about countermeasures.

Damn it, how on earth did Qifa make her obedient?

This kind of person who wants to die has never died, and there is no magic method, or there is no way to use the contract to enslave, there must be some unconventional means.

Chifa did not redeem Paya...

Suddenly, Cloris recalled Qifa's cold, arrogant, and gloomy face at times, and suddenly showed a violent grin. This smile fell into Paya's eyes, and immediately made the latter tremble with fear—fear.

"Crack!" Cloris slapped Paya on the face. She pushed over, picked up the pastor's skirt, hung her up with a thread, and slammed her hard against the wall.

"Fool!" The girl scolded fiercely, "My mother let you live, so you put your knees on me, and my mother didn't let you die, so you just shut your mouth! Do you think you can redeem your sins by dying? No , I will beat you to pieces every day with a whip, and stamp all your evil deeds with a branding iron. I will drain your sinful pus and blood with a knife. With every drop, I want you to recite the scriptures and pray like the Holy Father Good flesh and good blood flow out of this filthy and ugly body! Do you understand?!"

"I……"

"Oh!"

Cloris punched Paya's cheekbones, and she was bruised suddenly: "I taught you how to speak? Now, let me ask you, do you understand?"

"I listen……"

"Boom! Boom! Crack!"

Probably tired, Cloris put Paya down, and the priest fell to the ground as soft as mud, staring blankly at the sky, and murmured: "My Father in heaven, is this your punishment? Ah, how can a sinner like me deserve to go to heaven?" She bowed to Cloris without any resistance, "O Void, please whip me with all the suffering in the world—"

The lava made Cloris' face red and hot.

Wow!She also feels embarrassed for saying that, okay? It's so weird!

And, would Chifa say that?It seems not.

But for now, Paya succumbed to her inner fear.Or, she needs an outsider to put a collar on her—Paya is not suitable to be a shepherd, she is as lost as she is, and she only hopes to be led to an oasis from the lost desert.

After Qifa disappeared, Paya wanted to obey Moxiu, but the latter wanted her to find her true self in the meditation, but this somewhat meant why she should not eat minced meat. After all, not everyone is like Moxiu. Extraordinary will and belief.

"The void is above, the Father is above," Paya climbed up to Cloris, holding her calf from her boots, climbed up bit by bit, knelt up, and looked up, "Please let me be your ignorant sheep, Please allow me to atone for—"

Cloris felt that Paya might not be able to enlighten herself.She kept reporting her sins, but in her own world, she had no way to "convict" her sins, only to repent.The execution of her own can't alleviate the crime, because she lacks the "recognition" of the outside world.

Paya needs a sanction, a torturer.

When Cloris silently picked up the whip on the ground, the confession room suddenly faded and turned into an empty stone house.

The pastor finally didn't have to question herself repeatedly, and the sound of breaking wind fell one after another, and she felt extremely relaxed.

405. Redemption and the Votive Table

Paya straightened her robes and came out of the confessional.I don't know how long she locked herself up, drinking only water without eating, but she didn't see any weight loss.She crouched shiveringly, looking outside in panic, then lowered her head, not daring to look at the believers in the courtyard, and she was still rambling.

"Master Pastor." A believer thanked her for the church ceremony, handing over bread and clean drinking water, "I haven't had time to thank you for driving away those abominable villains last time, have you eaten yet...?"

"It's a sin. Those wicked people are punished by the Holy Father. I didn't save you!" Paya said inarticulately. I, kneel down, pray to the Holy Father, to the Shepherd..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap hit Paya's face, and Cloris scolded, "Shut up."

Everyone, including the fat nun, was taken aback.

Just when the believers thought that the pastor was going to show off his might and teach the impolite little girl with countless instruments of torture like last time, to everyone's surprise, the high priest in their minds slowly knelt down and worshiped, In a fearful, admiring, and trembling voice, he said: "Punisher, please forgive me for my verbal mistakes. I am willing to burn as a coke on your punishment frame..."

"Pfft!" The girl stomped Paya's face into the dirt.

"My lord pastor!" The believers who still had blood and gratitude showed indignation on their faces, showing a determination to die together.

"Cloris?" Naina looked at her companion in disbelief.

"I don't want to either!"

Cloris looked tangled, and could only say, "I'm helping her..."

help her?How can this kind of bullying behavior be called "gang" to trample other people's faces into the soil and humiliate them severely? !

"What are you doing!" Paya trembled, staring at the believers with angry eyes, "Do you know how much salvation it is to be punished by the pastor?" Her expression was complicated, as if she was afraid, but also seemed to admire , She was relieved from the pain of punishment, and trembling with excitement, "Pray with me to the Holy Father and my pastor, she will shepherd us to a bright road!"

"Fellow..." The fat nun was confused.

Cloris let go of Paya, and said in a low voice: "You know, she..." Then she pointed to her head, "She's using a torture tool to torture herself, I'm..." This made even the girl feel a little embarrassed Her ears were burning, "Save her."

The fat nun was stunned.

She knew that Pastor Paya's mind was abnormal, but she didn't expect that when she locked herself in the confession room, she was abnormal enough to hurt herself!

Thinking about it this way, the behavior of the church members is not so excessive.

After all, a few slaps and footprints do seem to be much better than Priest Paya sticking needles, scalding himself with iron water, and hanging himself from iron hooks.

"Pastor Kepaya, she is a priest after all, at the Pure White Church..."

"The pure white professor is my teacher, you don't have to worry, I think he will understand."

The fat nun understood.

Cloris and Naina stayed in the Grace House for dinner. It was a cake made of wheat flour mixed with sand. It was rough and cracked, but it was already the most hearty meal here. It was supplemented with offal soup. The leftovers after slaughtering cattle or sheep, etc. explorers and diners are not rare for these things, so Hongye base sells these ingredients cheaply to various small towns.

Everyone gathers in the courtyard to share food, pray, and dine.

After the meal, believers will gather by a well, worship and chant:

"The Lord gave the world a holy banquet, gave us the Holy Supper and the Holy Blood, we are the enjoyers of the grace of God, and we will also be the passers-by of the grace of God..."

As they prayed, Cloris gradually saw that mushrooms flowing with honey and milk gradually grew out of the gaps in the stone well!

"This is……"

"[Wishing Well], its body is composed of countless wells in the legendary Kingdom of the Holy Banquet, and what I brought is only a part," the fat nun walked over cheerfully and slowly, "As long as we have a pious You will have inexhaustible food!" She picked a mushroom from the mouth of the well, handed it to Cloris, and picked one herself, and it was full of meaty bites, "But as time goes by, , the food it can grow will be less and less, unless there is more faith and wish infusion."

"More faith and...wish?"

"It's just more believers, or..." The fat nun patted her chubby belly and said with a smile, "Pious devotion."

"..." Cloris didn't know what to think of, holding the mushroom in her hand, she didn't have the slightest appetite.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" The fat nun asked suspiciously, "It tastes great!"

"Is it... made of human flesh?" Cloris asked bluntly.

"Huh? Hahahahaha..." The fat nun laughed and said, "How can we eat human flesh? It's disgusting!"

"Then the dedication you're talking about is..."

"Our bodies store the dedication of the [Wishing Meal Well], which comes from the wishes and blessings of the souls of our ancestors, and saves us from the suffering of hunger," the fat nun walked over, sat down slowly, stroked the mouth of the well, and said affectionately, "Pious people can reap more blessings. It is definitely not human flesh, but the dream that the Holy Father brought to reality," she said, "When one day, I was too fat to walk and could no longer do anything. I will also pray by this well, and then rot, and my dreams and wishes will return to the well with the blessings of my ancestors to protect the hungry latecomers."

Cloris was touched, but soon the fat nun laughed again: "Before that, let's eat and drink to our heart's content," she hummed, "but also remember that we were born in Blessings will also die from blessings, if anyone wants to be that greedy ghost, he will be cursed by the abyss!"

Some believers picked the few mushrooms that had grown, cut them into slices with knives, and shared them with the crowd. They sang together and began to dance happily.

"Cloris..." Naina pinched the mushroom in her hand, not knowing what to do.

The girl tried to chew a mouthful, and the rich aroma of meat, milk, honey, and various mixed fruit flavors came out, so beautiful that it would make people bite their tongues off.

It is illusory and real, and Cloris feels the indescribable power of dreams.

The spiritual veins of the Holy Cult of Mercy, [Angel of Entangling Wishes], [Taoyuan], and [Twin Mirror] are all powers that carry dreams and hopes, and at the same time, they are also tempting to fall.

The crossing is there, and it depends on the choice of the lost.

"Eat it." Cloris swallowed all the mushrooms into her stomach, maybe she wasn't pious enough, she didn't feel full, but it did bring energy to her body, the girl said, "But don't get stuck in it. "

406. Great slave owner

Cloris originally wanted to seek Paya's help from the Charity House, but became her redeemer in a daze. Although the result was not bad, the process was too tortuous.

In addition, Paya is still in an unhealthy psychological state, which makes the girl (worried) whether this guy is worth using.

You will definitely not bring a lunatic with you on the expedition. Before leaving, Cloris said to Paya: "Those wicked people are indeed a test given to you by the Holy Father, but you are not told to submit to it. You saved poor people from them. Only in this way can you slightly offset your sins."

"Yes... yes..." Paya answered tremblingly, but it was hard to say how much he listened to.A lunatic has the stubbornness of a lunatic, and it is still difficult for a cowardly and mentally abnormal person to suddenly have a clear ruler to cut out evil deeds.

Therefore, Cloris said again: "From now on, I am the executioner sent by the Holy Father to you. If anyone else dares to cause harm to you, it is an usurpation of the divine right and a great crime."

Paya could understand these words, she stuck to the ground in awe, buried her face deep in the filthy soil, and sought spiritual comfort with the most humble gesture.

"By the way, how do you know the void?"

"To the herdsman..." Paya shrank her neck and hunched her body, like a hunchbacked old man, "It kills... When it kills, I saw the void, oh, ah, the void has come to punish us..."

"Crack." Paya's face swelled up.

This seemed to be a conditioned reflex switch. The pastor immediately calmed down. He was both afraid of Cloris' punishment and pleased at being punished to alleviate her sins. The conflicting feelings made her feel like a mess, her face covered with mud. Distorted like crying and laughing, flattering, servile, terrified and flustered.

"Can you feel my strength?"

"Yes……"

"When you were in the city that never sleeps, why didn't you feel it?"

"Sometimes I can see it, sometimes I can't... This is the revelation of the heavenly father... My shepherd who executes the sentence, it is the heavenly father who wants me to be your sheep."

"That's all..." Cloris shook her head, "I'm going to the Nightfall Plateau, before I come back, you clean up this town for me, don't have to kill them all, there must be some cleaners."

When the word "kill" was mentioned, Paya froze, and then slowly trembled.

"Forget it, at least, you have to bring this town under the rule of the Grace House, you can kill or not," Cloris said, "When I come back, I want you to help me get rid of Kaisan, this strange lackey. .”

Paya trembled even more.

"He... is he also...?"

"Are you afraid of him?"

"He is the shadow of Bishop Qifa, he, they..." Paya seemed to think of something even more terrifying, she went mad again, tears flowed, and she lost control of her robe, "I'm guilty... pastor, I'm guilty... "

Cloris grabbed her throat and said softly, "Tell me."

In the painful suffocation, Paya trembled even more, but she seemed to be soothed again, fins and gills grew from the base of her ears, struggling and enjoying, not daring to resist: "They...we... ...put believers... woo woo woo woo..."

Kaisan is a great slave owner, but he is only Chifa's white glove.

Cloris finally understood how Chifa had so much money in the Grace House, which had almost no property and could not collect taxes from believers.

It couldn't be simpler - slave trade.

He doesn't even need to catch or rob, just to transfer some believers with good visions from the barren and overpopulated airspace is a fortune.

Even in a period when refugees are pouring in and the supply is far greater than demand, an adult labor force can sell five aegis. How many believers will Qifa draw away from various jurisdictions in the name of faith?

In addition, he also has the glove of Kaisan. The price of trained and tamed slaves must be much higher than the consumables in the mine.

Cloris remembered the fat bucket that Paya saw in her dream.She couldn't help but wonder, did Qifa sell the fat bucket to Summer, or did he and Summer already cooperate?If it's the latter, then Qifa still has a network of relationships that all believers don't know about. Apart from slave trading, Qifa must have more sinful channels for making money.

Those properties will not be listed under the name of the Grace House, but owned by Qifa. With these things, he can set up his own family at any time.

Cloris found herself unexpectedly calm. She let go of Paya, who was drenched in saliva and white foam, and said calmly, "Killing Kaisan can help you atone for your sin."

Outside the window, Naina is playing with a few children. She blows the laughing children high with the wind, and weaves a swing out of vines.

Cloris walked out.

"Shepherd... Shepherd!" Paya lay on the ground in embarrassment, and raised his face to the girl, "I saw you being spied on by the stars, and the complicated trajectory was interfering. Compared with your stable fate like a mountain, you are a small boy Insignificant, but please be careful." She was almost exhausted, her body was weak, moisture was overflowing from her pores, and her ugly tentacles writhed under her robe, "Paia...Cynthia...Paia...Sin...Ahhh Ah..." She pinched her throat, spitting out withered roots, "I would like to be a sheep under your torture tools, and carry the shackles to bring the criminals to justice..."

Cloris leaves.

For Paya, she is still quite afraid in her heart.

Two symbols of spiritual veins, two sets of skills, hovering on the verge of losing control but never slipping into the abyss, if she really has killing intent, perhaps Qifa in normal state is not the opponent.

Unfortunately, I have a brain problem.