A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

He asked, "What's your name?"

Cloris bowed her head obediently, and said shyly and timidly: "Shaqima..."

The priest asked again, "Where are you from, and where is your family?"

"Mr. Moxiu, I come from the lower mist layer, and my hometown is Prayer Island. My parents are dead." Cloris replied honestly.

Lower the fog layer!

The old priest did not suspect that anyone who wanted to fabricate the origin would not be able to fabricate it so outrageously.He has lived for more than 50 years, and spent most of his time preaching in various airspaces in the deep world. The highest place he has been to is the drunken land of the wasteland layer.As for the mist layer, that is the basic board of the major churches. Colonists and their armies are everywhere, and no gods other than the official church are allowed to preach.

Moxiu asked: "Why did you leave your hometown, and how did you come here?"

Cloris looked complicated, terrified, and her voice was timid and weak: "Great, great purification, sir," she quickly answered the next question, "Mom and Dad left me some money, and I hired a Mr. Mercenary Protected me to Anle Harbor, but he stole my money and sold me to a brothel as a slave..." The girl's voice became lower and lower, "I escaped and hid in the cabin of an unknown ship at the port, my God ..."

Cloris sobbed, as if she had encountered a nightmare she didn't want to recall.

There is only one voice lingering in Moxiu's mind: Great purification!

This is a large-scale activity initiated by the Church of the Sun to clean up heresies and heretics. It has been carried out three times in the past 200 years. The latest one was probably more than ten years ago. It is still going on today, but the intensity is much smaller.

Moreover, those who were burnt to the stake during the Great Purification were not necessarily heretics or heretics. Just like the witch hunting in Cloris’ cognition, a large number of innocent people were murdered due to ignorance and framing.

This means that the little Shaqima in front of him and the Church of the Sun have bitter and deep hatred.

It's a good seedling.

Moxiu believed half of what Cloris said, and the other half was difficult to verify the authenticity due to the fact that he could not send people to Prayer Island to investigate.

Moxiu didn't know where the Prayer Island was, but since the Church of the Sun was able to initiate a great purification in this place, it showed that its influence was deeply rooted here. If the Grace House sent people there, it would only be a contribution to the great purification.

Mo Xiu asked Cloris a few more simple questions, and the latter answered them perfectly, and a few of them were forgotten because of vague memory or excessive shock, which seemed real on the contrary.

If it is described in detail, it is hard not to suspect that the girl in front of her is making up a story.

"Son, this is for you." Moxiu gave Cloris a complete copy of the "Bible of Grace", and asked his followers to give her a bag of less hard bread and a small bucket of pure water. Lectures in Liberty Square, you can come and listen."

Gee.

Cloris felt sorry.She also thought that she would be directly absorbed by the Charity Academy and become a "outer disciple" or something like that.

She humbly bowed her head and tapped on her left shoulder, right shoulder and chest: "You are a good shepherd. I am willing to follow your correct blood for your lamb. Holy Father is merciful."

"If you enlighten to the true meaning of scriptures, you are also qualified to become a shepherd," Moxiu nodded calmly, not delighted by the girl's praise, his old voice was extraordinarily calm and comforting, "Holy Father is merciful. "

"They..." Cloris turned around and was about to leave when she suddenly looked at the children tied around their necks with ropes.

"What do you think should be done?" Moxiu asked back.

"There is an orphanage on Prayer Island, those heretics..." Cloris hesitated to speak.

"The shepherds in the world are limited, but the lambs are endless. God is merciful to the world, but we can't save everyone. Only by relying on them to understand the truth and change from sheep to shepherds can they shine on the glory of the Holy Father. You have compassion, But I think you also understand that in a place of chaos, only power can buy people's hearts, not pure charity."

"I know, Mr. Moxiu, I'm guilty..." Cloris immediately apologized, her expression was complex, emotionally entangled, full of melancholy, and seemed to be pitying herself, "In order to satisfy my hypocritical kindness, I actually gave away the money that helped others. Put the responsibility on the Holy Father, don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, I know I can't save them, but...they are the same as me after all..."

"This is the test given to you by the Holy Father," Moxiu said, "Forget it, I will be their shepherd for a while, and if you ever find the right blood, they will be your most docile sheep. "

The ignorant, hungry and dizzy children stared blankly and numbly at Cloris untying the ropes around their necks, and heard the two yelling "sheep" and "shepherd" in their mouths, faintly feeling that the invisible barrier could not be explained. Circle them again.

"Holy Father is merciful." Cloris prayed again.

"Holy Father is merciful." Moses returned the prayer.

After Cloris left, she was holding a large bag of bread and a small bucket of water. Many refugees looked at her eagerly, and their desires poured in like pieces of paper, full of cruel longing.

Moxiu glanced at a follower, who immediately understood and followed the girl's footsteps...

167. The Sheep and the Shepherd ([-])

Cloris knew that someone was following her.

The throbbing caused by inspiration is not strong, which means that there is not much danger in those gazes, but the throbbing is frequent and alternates, rising and falling as quickly as a wave band, which means that there are at least dozens of refugees who want to steal her food and water, and devour her alive.

At the same time, Cloris couldn't help thinking that it was impossible for Moxiu, the old magician, to fail to see the covetedness of those refugees. He let himself leave so easily, and it was very likely that he would send someone to follow him.

As for protection, investigation, or both, Cloris doesn't care.

Sure enough, as soon as he turned two streets, refugees and homeless men in ragged clothes surrounded him.These guys originally wanted to sneak out from a dark corner, cover the girl's mouth and nose and drag her directly into the alley, but this girl was very vigilant and didn't give her a chance at all, so she just blocked the road.

Cloris ate half of the bread with water. Few shops were open around here, and the streets were full of homeless people. After the girl "satisfied" at a leisurely pace, she murmured in a low voice, "Holy Father is merciful." Then line your shoulders and chest in prayer.

Seeing that the malicious refugees were approaching, she handed the bread and water to the mother and child who were dying on the side of the road: "Help me keep it, don't eat too much, and don't think about running away, or you will be beaten to death by others."

The roads are relatively wide, and tents are set up along the street. Refugees sleep curled up together, and homeless people without tents get into the garbage dumps while sleeping, holding their shoes in their arms to prevent them from being stolen.

Cloris watched a dozen people approaching step by step. She hid her small hands under the cloak and said nervously, "I don't want to cause trouble."

"I don't want to cause trouble," the leading refugee repeated to the people around him in a strange tone, and then laughed, "You can try to cause me some trouble again!"

"I can give you food and water and let me go, okay?" Cloris asked sincerely.

"Of course, but what you eat in your stomach, you have to cut it out again!" The other party's tone was fierce.

The mother and son, who were entrusted by Cloris to eat and drink, were feasting, when they heard a terrible threat, their hands stopped.The woman carefully pushed the food out, then silently backed away.

"Have I offended you?" Cloris frowned.

One or two outlaws were okay, but a dozen or so suddenly came, and it seemed that they had plans to conquer her.

"You have to ask Weiss whose head was thrown off—"

Cloris understood.

They are the masterminds behind abducting children to receive relief!

There is more than one place for charity in the Charity House. If a gang controls hundreds of children to cheat for relief, it will not be a problem to feed more than a dozen adults.

It is to be full, not to hang on to a little food every day.

"Whoosh."

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and the leader's throat was bleeding profusely.

The man was covering his neck, with an ordinary arrow sticking out of it, he opened his mouth, but what came out was a bloody grunt.

That chick is holding a crossbow in her hand!

"Grab her, grab that crossbow, she can only shoot once!" the number two person in the team ordered immediately.

There were three arrows hanging under Cloris's cloak, which she made by sharpening wooden poles with [tailoring] thread, and they could barely be used within twenty steps.

She didn't care about being seen by Moxiu's entourage—if she didn't have some means of self-defense, how could little Shaqima have lived alone in the city that never sleeps to this day?

This is not a way to fool Moxiu specifically. When traveling in the form of Sakima, Cloris always prepares a crossbow, just in case refugees who are not open-eyed will find fault.

Cloris turned and ran away, and rewound the string when the enemy was only a short distance away, but there were people approaching slowly from both front and back, and she had no choice but to let the opponent compress the space, appearing to be overwhelmed.

"Now, I will give you a chance to live," said the refugee, "give me the crossbow!"

Cloris naturally refused.Her hands and feet trembled, and she was as nervous as a frightened little animal, as if any outsider would touch her easily and she would be caught with nothing.

The other party threatened again: "You can only shoot once, and there are more than a dozen of us, you know the end of resistance!"

Cloris seemed to be moved, she pursed her lips, and her eyes showed compromise.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the refugee advised further: "Don't you want to be that old man's docile lamb? You can also obey me, hahaha, I can let you eat well and dress warmly, so you can live a good life!"

"Hahahaha-"

"You are not allowed to insult the noble shepherds, they are the messengers sent by the Lord to save the world!" Cloris suddenly became angry, and she pointed the arrow at the refugee's second-in-command. Steady, with words in his mouth, "'Yusha, your humiliation must not be in vain. You should speak to others, so that the world will understand justice and truth. You should be the first sacrificer, so that the lamb will no longer be silent.' "

Like Osgar, believers always like to recite the stories in the scriptures for a long time, which can indeed relieve a lot of tension and fear.

"Tell them to move!" Cloris threatened.

"You, you dare not, you don't..."

"Step aside!"

"Get out of the way, Lauren Yin, stay away from this chick!" After noticing the girl's resolute gesture of exchanging one for one, the second in command of the refugee panicked, and immediately motioned for the third in command to stop.

However, as if Lauren had never heard of it, she still led people slowly and slowly approaching from the other side.

"I'm going to pull the trigger, let your people go!" Cloris's tense voice was full of tears, and she was extraordinarily brave.

The second in command was also panicked: I fucking want him to get out too!

"Charle, grab her, she can only cum once!" Lauren looked at the second-in-command in a bewitching and joking tone, and finally drove the girl to a corner.

"Father Grace!" Cloris screamed, pulling the trigger.

"boom!"

The arrow landed in the second in command's stomach, but his head was split open.

A man came out of the alley. He wore a deep black wide-brimmed hat, and the smoke of the revolver was still there.

"You are...!" Cloris was pleasantly surprised.

It is Mo Xiu's follower.

She guessed right.

Gunshots detonated the street, and the air suddenly boiled. At first, only one or two people instinctively wanted to escape, but their actions caused a chain reaction. Most people didn't know whether the shooting was a precursor to the gang war. Wrapped and fled in all directions.

But the dozen or so people surrounding Cloris remained motionless.

On their legs, backs, shoulders, and heads, there are "phantoms" that are sacred and dirty, handsome and deformed, dignified and dissolute, pure white and dark black. Occasionally, the organ has a solemn face, like a fallen angel.

They cling to refugees, making them stiff as stone.

The man turned the magazine of the revolver, and said indifferently: "No one can insult the noble shepherd, and a pious holy father and son..."

168. Thoughts of the Lamb

Cloris couldn't see what was attached to these refugees, but compared to ordinary people, she could feel the alternating bright and dark atmosphere, as well as faint shadows.

She turned sideways towards Moxiu's followers, the man's attention was on the "blasphemer", and he didn't notice the surprise in the girl's eyes.Soon, Cloris adjusted her attention, ignoring the phantoms that looked weird.

That is to say, the girl couldn't trace the details of the outline of the phantom, otherwise those strange things would not be able to make her pretend to be calm no matter what.

The refugees went mad in ignorance and panic, but they didn't move. They just opened their mouths and couldn't utter a word.Crazy depression was brewing in their bodies, they seemed to be laughing, but soon, the brilliant spring breeze was buried by the bitter winter, the folds of their cheeks were cutting like frost knives, and the misplaced bones were twisting and twisting, crying Also howling, laughing happily from time to time, making no sound.

"You leave first," the man said to Cloris, "it will be troublesome to dispose of the corpse."

Although the Duke's Mansion's dominance over the grassroots of the city that never sleeps is in vain, but killing must be restrained after all, and dead bodies cannot be disposed of at will.

There are many wizards and supernatural beings who study necromancy wandering in the city that never sleeps. They are always like scavengers, staring at the dying people, and they are usually submissive, but if there are really large-scale casualties, these vultures may also die. Don't mind setting off an undead disaster.

Cloris waited at the intersection for a while, and as expected, the follower of Moxiu reappeared after a while.

Considering the man's previous attitude, his main purpose may not be a questioning investigation, but a visit or investigation.

Therefore, the girl said reverently and brightly: "This must be the Lord's arrangement. I am in danger, and the Holy Father asked you to rescue me! You are a good man!"

"..."

Seeing that Moxiu's followers were silent, Cloris seemed to be talking to the hallucination of the air, which made people somewhat embarrassed. She warmly invited: "Do you have something important to do? If not, I would like to invite you to come My temporary residence is a guest, good people should be rewarded reasonably!! What should I call you?"

The man in front of him was pale, with black eye sockets, like a consumption ghost on the verge of death, as long as he stood still, someone would immediately treat him as a corpse.

However, apart from his complexion, his physique is not weak.

"Shadow 21." He said.

Well, it's a code name.

It doesn't sound like a religious person, but a killer in a dark organization.

"Come with me, sir, and I must thank you very much!"

Cloris invited men to the Leyning Street Hotel, and she rented another dormitory diagonally across from Peggy. The landlady was not a talkative person, and she didn't ask why.

As soon as the girl and Ying 21 stepped into the lobby of the hostel, the warm room suddenly felt a bit more gloomy and chilly.The proprietress was smoking a cigarette, she frowned, and said in a rough voice, "Little Shaqima, I'm not a brothel here, don't just follow others and bring men to my hotel casually!"

"This gentleman is my benefactor. He just helped me. I invited him to be my guest!" Cloris said in a resentful tone.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you..." The proprietress really misunderstood, this man looked eerie and paradoxical, his complexion was like an old bee in a flower bush with kidney deficiency for 30 to [-] years, she couldn't help but think about it.

However, what the girl said next made her furious——

"Mr. Ying 21 is a good person in the Grace House. It must be because I persisted in listening to the scriptures and praying that the Holy Father was moved, and He sent messengers to save me when I was in crisis!"

Not everyone likes the Grace House or religion.Many aborigines believe that it is precisely because of the fake good people who do good deeds like the Charity House that those untouchables continue to crowd into the city that never sleeps like locusts. They are lazy and do evil. !