A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"I think Mr. Culler's missionary philosophy is out of date and very clumsy." Cloris said seriously.

The goblin on the side quit. He stared at Cloris cautiously, and said in a low voice, "Miss Shaqima, even though you are a student of Mr. Moxiu, you still have a lot to learn before you can master it."

Moxiu signaled the goblin to be calm and calm down, and asked, "What do you think?"

"Mr. Kahler's missionary philosophy is nothing more than lure and temptation. At best, it saves materials and optimizes efficiency, but it is difficult to gain the loyalty of believers only by relying on a little charity."

"We must feed them first, so that believers will have the energy to listen to our preaching. For the ignorant lost lambs, faith must be based on material!" Walsh Kahler retorted.

"That's exactly what I want to say, Teacher Moxiu, the reason why Priest Culler's idea is so clumsy is that it treats the symptoms rather than the root cause," Cloris said with a firm and sincere attitude, "I have lived in various places, if Mr. Kahler really wants to base his faith on material things, so he should make believers rich."

"Easy to say!"

"Teacher," Cloris said to Moxiu, ignoring the goblins, "I have dealt with many locals. The main reason for their difficulty in life is high taxes and rising prices, and the Church of the Sun, they are simply evil, They even collected such exorbitant taxes as the wonder tax! Refugees living in the city that never sleeps must also purchase expensive identity certificates to move about, otherwise, even if they are captured and sold into slavery, it is reasonable and legal, and the high food prices even force them to eat each other!"

"Hmph, it's easy for you to say, our Grace House is not the government of the city that never sleeps. If we really want to do what you say, we have to go overboard and manage the city that never sleeps!" Walsh Kahler thought the girl was too naive .

"Why not?" Cloris asked back, "Many areas in the southern part of the city that never sleeps are controlled by gangs. Shenfeng Lake is even in complete chaos, and even the gangs can't intervene! I have asked, and many people pay taxes directly. Most of them were corrupted when they were handed over to the city guards controlled by the gangs. If we replace them and reduce taxes, the citizens will appreciate our kindness! Or is your structure nothing more than that, Mr. Kahler !?"

Walsh Culler was so angry that he almost jumped his feet. He hated this kind of guy who talked but didn't do anything.But if you want to say that what the girl said is not right at all, it is not true. On the contrary, what Cloris said is absolutely right, but in practice, if there is a slight mistake, it will become wrong.

Easier said than done, Walsh Culler only treated Cloris as a child, which was too ideal.

"Let's put this on hold for now, Sakima, I give you permission to carry out missionary activities on Laning Street. For safety reasons, the Grace House will allocate funds for you to hire mercenaries as guards. As for Kale," Moxiu said to the goblin, "you Responsible for the missionary activities in the Shenfeng Lake area west of Laning Street, and take care of each other with Shaqima, we must keep in mind that we are mutually accomplished."

"Your will." Cloris said respectfully.

"Sincerely wish." Kahler said a prayer.After finishing speaking, the goblin realized that something was wrong. Perhaps, he should also say something to show his loyalty to Moxiu like Sakima?

Flattering little fellow!Walsh Caller cursed to himself.

After both of them left, Mo Xiu faced the fresco of the Virgin Mary, sat on the bench and closed his eyes to meditate. Not long after, a male priest in purple robe and black shawl and a female priest in white robe walked into the Provincial Hall.

The man is Chifa and the woman is Paya.

According to Cloris' understanding, the Grace House has two main colors, one is white robe, which is in charge of "benevolence and shepherd" in religious tradition, and the other is black robe, which represents authority and punishment.

Black and white mixed colors are the clothing of low-level priests, known as missionaries, and Kahler's robes are black with black stripes on a white background, which represents his position and concept of "benevolent pastor".If it is pure white or pure black, it is a higher level church pastor than a missionary.

The purple robe is worn by the regional bishop, which is higher than the priest, and the black shawl represents Qifa's tendency to "authorize punishment".

Moxiu was wearing a simple white robe, but when Qifa came in, he had to salute him: "The Archbishop."

Moxiu nodded, and asked directly: "Qifa, you have been preaching on Hurricane Island for several years, and you can analyze the feasibility of the Holy Church's rule of the place... If we bring some urban areas into governance and fully control the local finances, How does it help the lost lambs get back on track, and what are the disadvantages?"

181. Separately

Qifa didn't know why this old man who only liked to preach the scriptures suddenly became concerned about the situation in the city that never sleeps. He couldn't figure out what Moxiu was thinking, so he picked what the old man liked to hear and said: "We have completely controlled the Dilu family, temporarily shrinking In several core blocks and docks, once Sim of the Indigo Society dies, [-]% of the income from the commercial port will be under our control. At that time, even with the current food prices, we can feed hundreds of thousands of refugees. "

The implication is that you don't need to take such radical actions, but you can take steady steps to bring refugees back.

Qifa is also very helpless. The situation in the city that never sleeps has become more and more turbulent in the past few years. It has indeed provided a lot of convenience for the entry of the Charity House, but ordinary people are like leeks. Starve to death on the streets or be sold to the mines by slavers.

Later, the Grace House learned its lesson and started hoarding food, which gave them the confidence to give alms now.

Moxiu said as if unintentionally: "But this will not bring you a more stable life. Only when the lambs eat green grass and water, will they truly tame you and recognize you as the right way."

"The bargaining power for food is not in our hands. We don't have a business company, and we can't control the Night City Chamber of Commerce—they are under the watchful eyes of Luentia and the Church of the Sun," Qifa added, "Besides, Your Excellency, those ignorant people Lambs will not be more grateful just because you gave me an extra half piece of bread. They are like insects in a deep hole. They don’t know what the glory bestowed by the Holy Father is. Their greatest use should be for our great cause and the future of the people in the world— —" Qifa's calm eyes showed sincere fanaticism, and he shouted, "Go and burn!"

"People are not fuel, Qifa," Moshe said softly, "though the sacrifice of many lambs is inevitable, people are not fuel."

"You're right, at least compared to the sinful sun cults and lords, we won't use miners in the late stage of radiation sickness as fuel!" Qifa stretched his arms and laughed, "We are burning the fire of hope, burning What you want is the evil of desire, if you really want to restore the order here, I suggest you consider my previous proposal."

"Give support to those necromancers and let them cause disasters in the city that never sleeps?" Moxiu shook his head and said, "The situation is not so critical yet, our purpose is not to be the savior in the ruins."

"Uenos is very satisfied with this proposal. He said that if we want to implement it, he will fully cooperate." Qifa reminded.

Uenos did not mind the ruins of the city that never sleeps.

What he wanted, first, was that the Church of the Sun get out of the deep realm, second, the mineral deposits of Hurricane Island, and third, the special geographical location of Hurricane Island as the gateway to the airspace of Ubud Noel.

Qifa also said: "If the devotion of a few lambs can enable us to shepherd more poor people in the world, then their death is worthwhile, and the Lord will approve our choice. If the Lord thinks it is a sin, I am willing to accept God's punishment. "

"Then what's the point of our trip?"

"The savior is only indelibly sacred to those in desperate situations," Qifa lamented. "Those sheep are so happy under the light of the Lord that they can't see where the light shines from."

"Paya, what do you think?" Moxiu looked at the female priest beside him.

The woman was carrying a suitcase with a bottle full of water in it. She kept sipping and said words of atonement. When asked by Moxiu, she was startled and said quickly, "If the Lord really wants to punish sin For the lambs, I will teach them how to pray before they die, so that they can go to the kingdom of the Lord in peace! We are sinners in the world, and we don’t regret any suffering. Lord, please forgive the sins I have committed!”

Moxiu looked at Paya, then at Qifa, and sighed softly: "Before we give the name to the sacrifice of others, we should repeatedly question ourselves whether we are still on the right path."

Qifa pursed his lips and smiled, cursing hypocrisy in his heart.

Moxiu continued: "First integrate the gangs and refugee camps we control, and use them to control the urban area from Shenfeng Lake to the central wharf, so that we can increase the expenditure of charity and better preach."

"As you order, Your Excellency." Qifa saluted humbly, while resisting the urge to scold her in his heart.

The first level of the government is crushing people, this old bastard has long had his own ideas, why do you still ask him?

"I'm afraid this will arouse Luentia's vigilance." Qifa said.

"Give him another sum of money." Mo Xiu said indifferently.

Thoughts welled up in Qifa's mind again, and he said respectfully: "The bishop of the false religion in Drunken Country is already in the city that never sleeps, and I'm worried that Luentia won't be able to agree to it—we're already very conspicuous, but we still haven't heard anything about our faith." If those believers don’t use it, they will die in turmoil sooner or later.”

Moxiu nodded: "I'm only here to bear the pressure on Maxi, you create opportunities, and I will send him a real gospel."

Chifa clenched his fist, then let it go.

That's right, Moxiu was indeed a character who was airborne from the Church of Grace to deal with Maxi, and it was the result of Qifa's personal report and request for support.

There are very few demigods among the fourteen archbishops, and Mo Xiu is not among them.But looking at Zuixiang and the airspace of Ubu Noel, there is only one demigod on the surface, and that is Uenos.

Moreover, Qifa knew that even Uenos, who was hiding in the spectacle, might not necessarily pose a threat to the archbishop once he left his lair.

This is also the reason why he dare not make mistakes.

However, if conditions permit, Qifa hopes that the archbishop of the authority and punishment faction will be parachuted down, so that his proposal will be adopted, and there is no need to be so restrained like this time.

"Your will." Qifa could only salute respectfully.

After Qifa and Paya left, Moxiu was still thinking.

He is not a soft-hearted person, but when faced with Qifa's proposal, the old man finally "softened his heart".

More precisely, hesitation.

Mo Xiu is not so concerned about the safety of millions of people.

"21," Moshe asked, "what do you think is the boundary set by the Lord for consecrated persons?"

Shadow 21 just said: "I am willing to die for my master and for the holy religion anytime, anywhere."

"You do have awareness."

Mo Xiu shook his head with a smile.

On the other side, after Qifa and Paya left the Provincial Office, they walked through the corridor and went straight back to the office.

"The hypocritical old thing misled me!" Qifa couldn't help cursing at last.

Paya knelt down, but she was not kneeling on the Qifa. What she recited in her mouth was the Lord's taboo and the name of the first saint Yusha: "Father of Mercy, please forgive me for deviating from the path guided by Yusha. We should feed the Tao with blood instead of venting our desires, I am willing to walk in the suffering you cursed, I am willing to walk in the suffering you cursed..."

Qifa had long been used to Paya's nagging appearance. He stared at the female priest, who lowered her head firmly, not daring to look directly at her.

However, Qifa's voice like a curse still reached Paya's ears: "Let your scumbags act and get ready! If you really feel guilty, you should restrain them and make the best use of them for the sake of Great work!"

Paya trembled, whispering in his mouth, and repeated in his heart: "For...a great cause..."

182. Investigation

Shadow 21 helped Cloris move a box of books to the Layning Street Hotel, and he once again made a request to protect the girl, which was Moxiu's original intention for him to come.

The world in the city that never sleeps is so chaotic, no matter how cautious Shaqima is, it is not uncommon for her to die tragically on the street.

"You should serve by the teacher's side. If something happens to him, who will guide us?"

In the end, Cloris convinced Ying 21 that she had not recruited mercenaries for the time being, which would only affect her actions.

Being alone for a long time would certainly lead to suspicion, but Cloris herself didn't plan to use her identity as Sachima for a long time, and she didn't plan to really work for the Grace House.

For the next week Cloris refrained from any missionary work, and now that she was in the Grace House she stopped attracting attention.

When Moxiu asked about the progress of the mission, Cloris answered truthfully, and then handed in a notebook with a "research report" written to fool the ghost.

Cloris explained: "The method of Priest Kahler is certainly effective, but the barbaric expansion in this situation is not only prone to mistakes, but also recruits good and bad believers. After they are baptized, they will still break the law and commit crimes, even under the banner of the holy religion. Unscrupulous, if things go on like this, it will have an impact on our original normal internal management structure!"

Moxiu deeply agrees: "Indeed, the baptism results of many believers this week are not satisfactory. They don't have enough piety to support them. If I don't take care of them one by one, they will easily go down the wrong path of 'drunk life and dreaming death'... But in the short term, the overall The effect is beneficial to us.”

The result of unqualified believers is that even if they are successfully baptized, their ability to communicate with the Holy Father is very weak. Like Cloris, they only leave an insignificant mark on their souls.

Cloris nodded: "But we have to plan ahead, so I am interviewing local citizens and refugees, recording their most urgent needs in order of priority, and what price they are willing to pay for these needs. Different regions and different living standards People have different expectations, we should comprehensively analyze, prescribe the right medicine, and adjust our management model and expansion progress! Priest Kahler’s method only cares about short-term benefits, and it will become hidden dangers in the long run.”

"This method is interesting. Did you learn it from your parents?"

"They are very talented people!" Cloris evaded the truth, and it was not a lie.

"But we are short of manpower after all, and the time is short, otherwise your method can be promoted and perfected."

Cloris succeeded in fooling Moxiu, she only needs to spare some time every day to fabricate some reports, and add one-tenth of the real part.Anyway, the mobility and death rate of refugees is ridiculously high. By the time the Charity House wants to do research, the people have already changed.

At night, she regained her appearance and returned to the Voyager Bar.After both the big boss and the second boss of the Dilu family died, the Indigo Club defeated the chaotic Dilu family and occupied a large number of territories. There were good news and good news every day, and the consumption of the bar also increased.

"Hi, Cloris, long time no see, where have you been playing recently!" The slightly drunk members greeted warmly.

"Pterissus Butterfly Firm, watch dramas and take a bath every day." Cloris replied heartily.

"Uh, where is that...?" Someone didn't quite understand.

"That's not cheap," said Bubba.

"It's worth a few Aegis just to enter the venue, not to mention other consumption." Another person added.

"Hey, I can't earn twenty Aegis a month, Cloris, tell me where I got rich recently!"

"My suggestion is," Cloris shrugged, "mortgage your house, find a bank loan, and spend ahead of schedule."

"Then my wife must beat me to death..." The man immediately confessed.

Recently, Peggy was away, and Jotun hired an aunt to help him, who was said to be a relative of a member of the Indigo Society.

Jotun came out from the back kitchen and glanced at Cloris. The girl understood and went upstairs with him.

Sitting in the living room, Jotun made tea, prepared simple desserts, and sat opposite the girl.

Holding a steaming cup of tea, the old man said, "Five days ago, someone from the Charity Court came to investigate you."

Cloris nodded. Theo Pavel Calle had told her about this, and the girl asked, "What did you say to them?"

"They used some hypnotic things, maybe veritaserum, but I think it's more like a dream," Jotun chuckled, "I entered a terrible dream when I was in the chaotic sea, and most people Either dead or crazy, compared to that huge dream, the Grace House is still not ready, so my answer to those magic sticks is——no comment.”

"What if you are deceived or have your memory tampered with?" Cloris reminded, "You thought you could resist the hypnosis, but in fact, they have already got what they wanted."

"There is such a possibility, but the chances are not great, otherwise the Grace House would have done whatever it wanted in the city that never sleeps," Jotun said calmly. I can count on one hand."

Cloris believed the old man's words tentatively.She had experienced the effect of the Essence of Wishing, and she was almost lost under the baptism of incense and meditating in the house. If it was only a part of the fragrance, it would be reasonable for Jotun not to be affected.

Jotun's spiritual pulse symbolizes the surgical cutout, just like a normal person's amputation, which greatly reduces his strength, but the dangerous and necrotic parts also disappear, maintaining health and longevity.

Even the current Jotun can occupy a place in the Shanggang Gang Club, and once became the second only to the president of the Indigo Club, the strength of the old man is beyond doubt.

And strength often requires a will to match it, especially for pirate adventurers, otherwise they would have lost control of their spiritual veins in a corner and died.

While the two were talking, there was the sound of light footsteps walking up and down the attic.Lindsay, who was wearing cotton wool pajamas, hugged the puppet and looked over while rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"I don't care how you arrange Peggy. Even if she dies outside, I won't blame you. You have already helped me," Jotun whispered to Cloris, "but little The child will inevitably miss her mother, I hope you can comfort Lindsay, please."

Cloris nodded solemnly, and Jotun looked at her gratefully, then went downstairs and continued to prepare food for the drinkers.

"Lindsay, why are you still awake so late?" Cloris used threads to strengthen her arms, wrapped her arms around the little guy's back and knees, and hugged her up.

"Cloris, is mom okay...?"

"Of course," Cloris carried Lindsay up to the attic, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt, "she's safe."

As for whether it is good or not, Cloris is hard to say.

She didn't pay much attention to Peggy's state, but even if a dog and a cat were locked in a room for half a month, it might not be very good.

"Ah!"

In the Layning Street Hotel, Peggy, who was studying hard by the lamp, sneezed. She tightened the bedding around her body, and suddenly realized that she had been reading for a long time.