Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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"What do you mean?!"

The man standing in the center was waving the sharp knife in his hand. He was sweating profusely, his pupils were dilated, and his face was full of anger and surprise: "You have known that I am a time traveler from the beginning. Until now, you have all been acting. Are you making fun of me?"

"Please calm down, we don't have such thoughts."

Under the dome that seemed to be made of gold, a middle-aged man with white temples and a white and gold priest's robe spread his arms. He stopped the people around him from approaching with his eyes, and a golden light appeared on his body, trying to calm the emotions of the people in front of him: "We do know the existence of 'travelers', and we also have a complete set of rules for 'travelers' like you." Please forgive our previous concealment, but this is by no means done out of malice.”

"fart!!"

The man pointed a sharp knife at the bishop who spoke. His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes and he shouted uncontrollably:

"If you had told me that you were so strong from the beginning, how could I have thought of attacking you!"

"If you had told me that you knew I was not who I am, I wouldn't have to worry about my identity being exposed!!"

"You deceived me and said I meant no harm! You just treated me like a clown, watching my jokes in the dark, and seeing me worried about being discovered. You just wanted to wait for me to make a mistake and then get rid of me! !”

"what are you talking about!"

The bishop's brows frowned slightly, but his eyes were still compassionate. The young man closest to him could no longer listen to his excuse. He held up the golden cross hanging on his chest and said angrily: "O omniscient and almighty Lord, benevolent goddess of the heart! I swear on my soul, Everything you said is simply confusing right and wrong! In the week you came to us, we have never tempted or maliciously guided you, and we have never left you short of food and clothing. Your identity and this city Every monk in the church is equal! I don’t know where the ‘deliberate play’ you say comes from, but it’s you——”

"Shut up!!"

The young man was annoyed. He grabbed a handful of his slightly curly black hair irritably, and his light brown eyes were full of impatience:

"You obviously thought I was going to do you harm, and then you secretly followed me to my residence with a murder weapon!"

"You want to leave here, you are not willing to chant scriptures, you are not willing to accept the baptism of the soul, and you can't stand the life of a monk. If that's all, we will send you to the citizens - I proposed to the bishop Suggestion, but you want to escape and kill me to cover up your whereabouts!"

"I didn't want to kill you!" The accused man's eyes were filled with tears. "I just wanted to scare you and shut you up!"

"Needless to say, the thoughts in your heart cannot deceive the eyes of the audience, nor the will of the Lord and the Goddess." The young man turned to look at the bishop, his eyes firm and serious, "My Lord Bishop, his heart is full of malice and sin. He needs to pray before the Lord day and night to atone for his sins, and he needs to be baptized to purify his heart.”

A golden light flashed in the bishop's eyes, and his gaze calmly swept between the "traveler" who was still holding the knife and the young man whose eyes almost burst out of fire, and finally sighed.

"Let me say one final word."

The invisible intimidation suddenly spread, and everyone fell silent. The man wanted to say something else, but the sharp knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. It collided twice on the marble floor with exquisite patterns, making a sharp sound. Silence turned into a substantial weight and fell on his shoulders. He almost lost his balance and felt the surrounding sculptures and even the murals on the ceiling turn their eyes and cast their gazes on him.

Large drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and his chest heaved violently. He did not dare to look directly into the other person's eyes, as if the bishop in front of him, who had always been kind and seemed to have no temper, suddenly turned into something extremely terrifying.

"I'm so sorry, kid."

"I want to correct part of your words: Only bishops and senior clergy are qualified to know about time travelers. When time travelers arrive, we will prepare a container in advance to prevent your soul from invading the bodies of other citizens and give you a status, so that you can normally receive the allowances and benefits of church monks. We will also observe you to determine whether you pose a threat to other citizens... It is a pity that during the eight days we have been observing you, how many of you have You made excuses not to attend the church's prayers, you secretly stole other people's belongings, you treated your vows with extreme contempt, and you treated the gods with frivolity and disrespect. You used lies to deceive other monks and persuaded them to lie for you. You also tried to obtain it through informal means. Potions and sealed objects, and then escape from the Cathedral of Benevolence.”

"You're not being nice to other people because you think they're stupid and can be bullied, and it's not just out of self-preservation."

"In the end, when Garcia exposed your lies and tricks, you became angry and threatened him. You even tried to hurt him in the name of protecting yourself."

The bishop's eyes were majestic and his words were loud and clear.

He looked at the "traveler" who had committed multiple crimes, his expression still pitiful, but the verdict was unquestionable:

"You should baptize yourself, cleanse the filth in your heart, and wash away the malice and flaws in your soul. At this point, the merciful Lord will also forgive you."

The "traveler"'s eyes widened immediately. Just as he was about to bend down to pick up the knife, a golden halo appeared on the bishop's body. His movements subconsciously became slower, and many of his extreme emotions were eliminated by the soothing light. Then the surrounding monks and priests immediately stepped forward to control him. He panicked and said loudly: "I didn't want to hurt him! I just wanted to scare him!" while punching and kicking the people around him with all his strength. To resist. Although the others were all Extraordinaries, they were unwilling to use their extraordinary abilities on ordinary people, and he actually managed to free one of their arms.

"all because of you!!"

He suddenly roared, shook off the other man's restraints, and pounced towards Garcia, who was standing on the outside of the crowd. This time traveler has a vicious mind and a ferocious personality, which is extremely rare. If he pounces on him and injures his colleagues, what's the point? But Garcia was already at Sequence 5, and was not afraid at all. He looked coldly at the opponent's crazy movements of struggling to death, and a brass light flashed in his eyes. After judging the weakness of the movements, he directly picked up the chair at hand and beat him. flew out.

The other monks lifted up the time traveler who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, wiped off the blood on the ground, and took him directly to the altar in the square behind the church.

"Let me go back! I want to go back! What are you going to do!"

This is no longer an ordinary "evil person", he must be baptized immediately!

Everyone left, and silence returned to the side hall of the church for a while. The bishop looked at Garcia seriously: "Although it is self-defense. But you are also a little too excited. You don't have to go to class in the afternoon. Go to the confessional to chant scriptures and pray until the end." At dinner time, reflect on today’s rage and irrationality.”

Garcia didn't say anything, put down the chair in his hand and nodded.

He thought that today there was a pen pal who had made an appointment to come to him a month in advance. They were supposed to have dinner together, but now it seemed that time was running out.

The bishop sighed again: "However, such time travelers are indeed rare. You don't have to worry. In the future, he will continue to use the identity we prepared and live as 'Yokel Arndt'. No one will have any prejudice against him. After baptism, he is our brother and sister.”

"Garcia, you have had conflicts with him. I will choose another monk to teach him, but you need a dialogue to resolve each other's ill will."

"May he find inner peace and a new life in the light of the Lord."

"This is the first time I have seen such an evil person. He deceived others without feeling any guilt at all. He lied casually, and he didn't feel any guilt when he hurt me. Instead, he thought it was my fault for exposing him." Garcia. Recalling the other party's behavior, I still feel scared, "Praise the merciful Lord for giving us such a beautiful and peaceful world now. It is said that in the past world, such people were very common, and even everyone was like him. How terrible. "

“The Lord has given us food, faith and life, and we must be grateful.”

"Praise the Lord, this is actually the first time I have seen the 'travelers' with my own eyes. Maybe they will give me a bad impression in the future."

The bishop smiled and said in a soft tone: "Be tolerant. They are new to the country and will inevitably be frightened. But our world is better than any other civilization. The merciful Lord has given us peace and everything beautiful. May he be able to shine in the glory of the Lord." Be with them."

Garcia nodded: "I heard that there were other time-travelers in history. Sir Bishop, what happened to them in the end?"

“There have been several time-travelers in every parish. Some of them are content with the status quo, and some are inspired to become believers by the goodness bestowed by the Lord. Only a very few will continue to try to do things prohibited by the Lord, such as inciting people, deceiving and They rob others. But they hurt others because they did not grow up in a rich and safe world like ours, and they did not have perfect souls. They will eventually be cleansed of their spiritual filth and sin and become our brothers and sisters.”

"So that's it..."

The bishop's answer reassured Garcia, but recalling the malice in the guy's heart just now, he still had some grudges.

He had lived for forty years, and even when he had the most serious conflict with someone, he had never seen such a frightening expression.

"The time travelers are just souls played by the gods who are hostile to the Lord. Only the glory of the Lord can completely save them." The bishop sighed, "I can only provide him with an identity. I hope he can adapt to the current life and not do anything to harm others. things.”

"Be wary of flyers and advertisements that appear suddenly during this period."

The bishop said seriously: "Whenever a time traveler appears, these people will also appear. Whenever you encounter someone sneaking around, they will promote to you 'another heaven', 'unfettered freedom' and ' Suspicious characters like "helping travelers go home" must be reported to the church immediately! That is the most abominable evil god. He uses sweet words to lure humans into the wilderness full of thorns and sharp stones, and watches people scream, cry, and bleed. Make it a river and enjoy it!"

"Of course, it doesn't mean that without time travelers, these weird pieces of paper wouldn't appear. You have to be vigilant at all times."

"He and the attendants who follow him are liars who tell lies. They are more hateful than today's time traveler. They must not be allowed to act recklessly in the kingdom of heaven."

"Yes!"

Garcia fully agreed with the bishop's words.

Human beings are the most favored family of the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord. Hundreds of years ago, before mankind was saved by the great Lord, the humans on this planet were divided into camps and plundered each other with war and killing. There were almost no people who had never seen a war in their lives. But now, delicious food will automatically grow from the ground, and currency has long been eliminated. The average life span of human beings has been extended to nearly two hundred years by the power of God. Even if they do not obtain divinity, they can still live a long and happy time. People have grown up listening to the Lord's stories since they were young. Their hearts and morals are pure and flawless, and a world with abundant material resources will not give birth to human nature with malicious intentions.

"I'll take you to the confessional."

"Thanks you."

During the conversation, they entered the main hall of the church, where several female priests were busy walking around, praying and confessing to the believers coming and going. The sound insulation of the church is very good, and what happens in the side hall does not affect the daily prayers of devout people.

Garcia made the sign of the cross on his chest. He stood in silence for a moment facing the cross relief on the wall, feeling that his heart had indeed become much more peaceful.

"Praise the Lord, praise the Goddess who protects our hearts."

The "Goddess of the Heart" is the subordinate god of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord, and is also a young goddess widely loved by the people. Many dioceses have churches of his, and sacred texts also contain passages about this goddess. Legend has it that she was born in a wealthy and privileged family, but she sympathized with the weak and poor, and went about helping others in sickness and poverty. He once believed in other gods in order to fulfill his wishes, but later he witnessed the majesty of the Lord, followed the Lord's footsteps without hesitation for the happiness of the weak, was promoted to an angel, and then became a slave god.

Although poverty, hunger and disease are no longer in the world now, He does not live in the star realm in the sky, but still walks on the earth. There are stories from all over the country about people who had passed by this kind and gentle goddess and received help.

The bishop also paid tribute to the goddess, and then asked: "Garcia, you chose the 'audience' in the first place, right?"

Garcia nodded: "Yes, but after I became a Sequence 8 'Mind Reader', I realized that this was not the path I wanted to take, so I chose to become a scholar. Now that I am a 'Secret Master', I want to Look for opportunities to further your studies at the Archdiocesan Temple in the future.”

As believers in the omniscient and omnipotent Lord, they have been baptized and forgiven since birth. The negative effects of losing control and spiritual imprinting on them are minimized, and most extraordinary people will not lose control throughout their lives.

"May the Lord's protection be with you, and you will definitely become an outstanding scholar." The bishop encouraged him with a smile, "However, if you want to go to the temple to study, you have to produce pretty good results. I heard that you have a new child recently. research direction?”

"Yes, I want to stargaze."

"Oh, do you want to study the astral realm? This is a popular topic. The sun is the center of the universe. Many scholars use this to demonstrate the supremacy of the Lord."

"No, Lord Bishop, what I want to study is the starry sky beyond the star realm. I heard that there are many stars and other civilizations there."

There was a trace of astonishment on the bishop's expression.

Garcia, who was about to elaborate on his research direction, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the change in the bishop's expression. After a moment, he asked cautiously: "...Do you think there is anything wrong with my research direction? "

"Oh, I'm sorry, Garcia, I think I may not understand your topic." The bishop was a little confused, "You want to study things beyond the astral realm?"

Garcia carefully considered his words: "...Yes, I want to study the stars in outer space, distant nebulae and the sky. I want to pursue unknown knowledge. And I heard that there are other gods in the universe. Wandering, although they are stupid and cruel compared to the Lord, I am still curious about their existence.”

"No, no, you made a mistake, there is no 'unknown' in this world."

The bishop's expression suddenly became serious: "Garcia, you'd better change the topic."

"This - I know this, Lord Bishop, the Lord is omniscient and almighty, but we are not." Garcia was also confused, "Did I make any mistakes?"

"You've already told me your mistake, but you haven't realized it yet?"

Looking at the bishop's serious expression, Garcia became even more confused.

Seeing that he really didn't understand, the bishop sighed, pulled him into the confessional, and whispered:

“Omniscient and omnipotent belongs to the Lord.”

"Yes, praise the Lord."

"The Lord has given us knowledge, food, strength and all happiness."

"Yes."

"Garcia, dear child, the Lord has given us all the knowledge that humans are allowed to have. How can you explore the unknowns that the Lord does not allow?"
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I just knew it, I just knew it.

That's it again.

It's like this every time, and it's the same reason every time.

I can only stop here and cannot move forward.
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3-

Garcia left the Cathedral of Mercy with his research results and application form that had been friendly rejected. He lowered his head and pondered whether his thoughts were really wrong, and reflected on whether he had also made words and deeds that were disrespectful to the Lord. This At this time, colleagues who came and went greeted him friendly.

"Garcia, I heard that you just made a new topic selection?"

"Yes." He forced a smile, "But the bishop said that I need more thinking."

The colleague nodded kindly: "I believe you can do it. When you were still in the church school, you were the number one, and one day you will become a great scholar who has received the grace of the Lord. People like me who just want to eat, drink and have fun will definitely I can’t compare with you.”

"Thank you." Thinking of his goal, Garcia felt better, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the theater. Today's performance is my favorite scene from the canon."

"Oh, I remember it was 'Ancient Sun' yesterday. Is the performance finished today?"

"Yes, but it was a story about the second era of the previous civilization. It took five hours to stay in the theater. I didn't want to sit for that long, and I didn't dare to doze off, so I left after listening to one section. Historically The miracles of God are always fascinating, but I prefer the new dramas compiled in recent years, about the story of the Lord taking us away from the rule of the old gods and establishing a new kingdom of heaven." The colleague said and looked at his watch, "Hey, It's time for me to go, it starts in ten minutes."

"Okay, okay, go quickly."

“Goodbye and good luck with your thesis, future great scholar!”

Garcia watched his colleagues board the aerial tram on the side of the road and drive away. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on the documents in his hand that had been reduced to waste because he was forced to re-select the topic. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He raised his head and looked around: there were people coming and going on the spacious road. People were talking about art, poetry and cooking. Everyone had a happy smile on their face. Everyone was wearing their favorite clothes and carrying something meaningful. Cross-decorated ornaments, some people have just come out of the church, and some are preparing to enter the church. Everyone is very satisfied with their current life, except for him, who has just been denied the thesis topic and is very desolate.

He turned back and looked at the Cathedral of Mercy behind him - there was a statue of a giant dragon on the roof of this church. The dragon was hovering on the roof, with a sharp claw grabbing the tallest spire, and its white and gold scales were shining in the sun. Shining underneath.

The dragon is the symbol of the goddess. At the beginning of the new era, "Dragon King" Angelweed bowed his head to the Lord and dedicated the holy city. Under the glory of the Lord, the spiritual dragon clan also began to regain its former glory. Now he and the goddess share this identity.

The throne of the goddess is not surrounded by angels, but there is a dragon entrenched around her. The dragon's eyes are two huge clear gems. No matter which angle you look up at, you seem to be looking at this majestic dragon.

"We are the merciful goddess, the traveler of dreams and souls..." Garcia prayed in a low voice, "I hope the bishop will not be troubled by me."

He walked back slowly. He had become a scholar long ago. He did not have to pray in the church all day like other monks, and had more time to devote himself to the things he was interested in. Garcia was familiar with this world, and the Lord They are not restricted from reading documents from "the previous era", as the chilling records in them can better confirm the brilliance of the Lord. What they have now is like a dream: a safe society, beautiful weather, a happy world, and the freedom and tolerance to do whatever they want in their long lives. The average life span of ordinary people has been extended to 200 years. People can pursue the truth, pursue art as they like, play the lyre in the square, and of course can be lazy appropriately, but they cannot forget to be grateful to the Lord for everything.

As Garcia walked on the road, he hugged the document in his arms that had been turned into a pile of waste paper that the bishop had tactfully refused to approve, and once again reflected on his greed.

Extraordinary power is used by humans. Vegetables, fruits and grains with blessing power grow from the ground. Ocean currents bring plump fish and shells to the beach. The Lord loves humans, so the world revolves around humans. He grows up here, and he eats Food, clothing, knowledge, education and enjoyment are all given by God. If the Lord is so tolerant and loving, then what’s the problem if he just hopes that he will not understand the knowledge that He does not allow humans to know?

He was too greedy - he was even angry about it! How could he!

Lord, Garcia hugged the piece of paper that he had spent several months summarizing. He was so guilty that he almost wanted to kneel down. How disrespectful this was!

He should throw these away!

His pace suddenly quickened, preparing to burn all these things at home.

After Garcia returned to his residence, he immediately brought an iron basin and matches. He had no ability related to "flame" and was worried that matches would not be able to ignite such a thick stack of paper, so he brought a lighter. He threw all his research results into the iron basin and refrained from smoothing out the piled wrinkles.

Two hours ago, he was overjoyed that his research had finally yielded some results, and he couldn't wait to share them with the bishop.

But two hours later these things have become waste paper, and will soon become ashes that have never existed in the world.

He lit the match, and the fire lit up his light brown eyes.

Garcia looked at the results he had made bit by bit, and looked at the handwriting and drawings written by his own hand. Veins burst out on the back of the hand holding the match. His chest heaved violently, and he wanted to throw the match in several times. , but all without success.

Eventually, the flames died out in his hands.

Garcia lowered his arms dejectedly. He stood there and looked at everything in front of him without saying a word: the iron basin, the research results, and the matches. He knew what he should do, he knew there were some things he had to do, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

why?

he asked himself in his mind.

Why do I always have to be so curious and want to ask for things that shouldn't belong to me?

Garcia's fists gradually tightened. He didn't feel that he was angry, or sad, or any other emotion. He pinched himself with his nails, feeling the slight pain, and remembered something.

Little things.

It was as if when he was still in the foundling hall, he drew a picture of his favorite wild flowers and apples, but other children chose pictures of the sun, crosses and sacred scriptures. At that moment, he was stunned and at a loss;

Just like when he entered a church school for the first time, he confidently previewed the lessons for the coming week in advance, but the monk responsible for educating them always put their grades in the third place, and the first was to encourage the creation of poems and articles dedicated to the Lord. The second is to recite and memorize every chapter of the Holy Scriptures;

Just like he finally achieved something academically, even though the monk teacher always gave grades according to the first place, he still got high marks and was recommended to enter the school affiliated with the cathedral. It is indeed a paradise of knowledge, but the debates and teachings of professors and students always revolve around "the Lord" and "using all known knowledge to demonstrate the greatness of the Lord". He can't even find an article that doesn't involve it. Purely academic treatises on the Lord and the Holy Scriptures;

The list goes on and on.

Garcia knew that his "rebellious heart" might be at work, and he should not be disrespectful to the Lord. In these cases, everyone expressed praise and understanding to him, and he received no criticism - but he always felt very frustrated because he could not stop the disrespectful thoughts in his heart and could not become gregarious.

"Maybe I need a baptism," Garcia murmured.

He scratched his hair in annoyance, sighed finally, and prepared to light a match again to burn all these research results.

When things got to this point, he was no longer in the mood to continue. It just so happened that another classmate of mine still had a spot in his research group. As long as he could get a letter of recommendation to go to the Holy See, he could do anything.

He froze suddenly.

After getting the recommendation, what happens next?

He has not changed. If someone like him is allowed to enter the Holy See, he will still be unable to integrate into his classmates and professors, and will still be exposed to dangerous knowledge!

Did he really need a baptism right away?

...Yes, that's probably the case. Only in this way can he be freed from this never-ending internal conflict, and maybe he will become more talkative and have more friends. Every time friends came to invite him, he always declined because he was going to the library. His friends had no choice but to tease him that he loved studying too much, and then they went to the theater and art academy together. As time went by, no one invited him anymore and would only greet him when they met.

He knew that the companion he met on the road today was his classmate, but he didn't remember his name until he said goodbye and left.

He was speechless for a moment, lost in his own thoughts.

Until a sudden voice suddenly broke the silence in the room.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind him, and then, a young man with golden brown hair stuck his head out, looked at Garcia, and at the iron basin in front of him, and then his face suddenly changed. :

"Oh my god, Garcia, are you going to burn your research materials to keep warm?"

The blond-haired young man suddenly covered his chest, and then his expression became resolute, and he pressed Garcia's shoulders hard: "Just wait, I will report it to the church immediately and change you to a heated house! ...No, this is standard?”

"Are you doing any weird rituals?"

"Wait a minute!" Garcia was also startled by him. He belatedly realized that it was already dark, and the sunlight outside was only a little golden cast from the gaps in the house. He quickly explained, "I'm not keeping warm, I'm not doing any weird rituals, I'm just trying to destroy some things that I don't use."

"destroy?"

The young man turned on the light and with a click, warm light illuminated the house. Garcia breathed a sigh of relief, and then he saw the other person suddenly go around him, reach out and take out the things in the iron basin.

"Are they some past news reports and your own papers?" The other party flipped through them briefly, "On the trajectory of unknown stars and the gravitational influence on surrounding planets... It's quite creative! I remembered it, You mentioned this to me, why should you burn it? Isn’t this perfectly written?”

Garcia's hand that stretched out to snatch back his papers and personal privacy was hanging in the air. He rarely heard such comments in his life. Even if he did, they would always have some additional sentences: "Very creative, but..." ", "Your idea is good, but it's not appropriate..." He was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed for a moment, and said in disbelief: "Thank you, do you really think so?"

Then he came back to his senses: "Wait, who are you? Why did you suddenly show up at my house?"

The young man with golden brown hair looked at him with a mysterious look.

"you forgot?"

What did I forget? Garcia didn't react for a while, and then he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten:

"You're Norbert!"

His pen pal whom he has known for five years!

We originally made an appointment to have dinner together today, but he completely forgot about it because of the thesis - no, he even forgot about the reflection required by the bishop!

"I was shocked. I almost thought I had found the wrong person." Norbert breathed a sigh of relief, "We agreed to have dinner together, but it turned out that I waited for a long time after I came to your area and you didn't contact me. In your letter I often write about Renxin Cathedral, and I will go to the cathedral to find out where you are. If you are not in the church, I will come to your house to find you.”

"By the way, the Bishop of Renxin Cathedral asked me to bring you a message: Go to the church early tomorrow morning to reflect, and don't forget it again."

Garcia scratched his hair: "Thank you Bishop."

"You look like you're in a bad mood," Norbert said. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's nothing, I just want to change the topic of my thesis." Garcia really wanted to talk to his friend about this matter, but at the moment he still felt a little depressed and already feeling hungry, "Let's go out to eat something first. Talk while eating.”

Norbert nodded.

"Oh, by the way, I just saw that there was a mistake in your paper."

Norbert pointed to one of the pictures and said: "This nebula is not a real nebula. This is a pagan angel, from the 'apprentice' path. It should be that he accidentally entered the mirror at that time, and his personality exceeded the observation limit of the telescope." , so it was included in this image.”

"So the data you have here needs to be redone!"

Garcia looked at the picture pointed by the other person's finger in astonishment, suddenly became excited, and grabbed Norbert's shoulders.

"I never knew about these contents when I checked the information!" He became happy. "How do you know? Where can I see these records? The Lord has always said that there are many evil gods and their followers in the world, but I have never I have never seen their detailed records!”

"The 'Apprentice' path seems to be rare. What are the names of their other sequences? I know the 'Soothsayer' for the adjacent path. Are there any others? Who is the passing pagan angel? Why did He appear? "The image of Chu Nebula, is this a mythical creature form? Which unknown god does it belong to?"

After saying all these questions, Garcia suddenly realized that he was a little too rude and rude to the guests. He suddenly felt the familiar helplessness again, and quickly let go of the other party's shoulders, scratched his head, and whispered:

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. No one has ever mentioned this to me."

"...It's normal that these were not mentioned."

Norbert was also a little surprised, but he quickly adjusted his expression, smiled and waved his hands to indicate it was okay: "I also heard this from other elders. Our current sequence is so low that we have no authority to know these things."

So that's it. A glimmer of hope arose in Garcia's heart, and he asked expectantly: "Can the demigod know this information?"

"No."

"Then, do you need to become an angel?"

"Absolutely." Norbert said vaguely, and then smiled, "Actually, no one wants to know this information at all. It was all kept at the bottom of the box and I peeked."

He said before that it was the elders who said it, and now he said that it was him who peeped at it. However, Garcia did not notice this flaw. He was eager to know and asked immediately:

"why?"

"Because we don't need to know this." Norbert blinked, "Even if I know the name of the pagan angel, what's the use? Can I defeat him? Can I find him? If not, then I Why do you know this? Even if you become an angel, you don’t need to know this, because the Lord will protect us.”

"The Lord is omniscient, omnipotent, and invincible. Any evil gods and angels will be destroyed by His light, so why do we need to know what those existences are? What's the use of knowing it? It's just to satisfy our curiosity for a moment. "

"We just need to live happily under God's protection."

"Don't you think so?"

"..."

Garcia suddenly felt speechless.

"Then where did you see it?" He still didn't give up. "Just think of it as satisfying my brief curiosity. Are these church records? Can I apply to borrow these contents from you?"

"Sorry, no." Norbert shrugged, "The unknown is scary and dangerous, and that knowledge should not be known by humans. It should have been taught in these classes? People who have come into contact with those unknown gods and knowledge, Either you live in fear all day long, or you are bewitched by the evil god, causing harm to yourself and those around you, or you lose control and die, or you disappear from the world, and the Lord prohibits access to it. Let me tell you the truth, I know this. This little story was told to me by my parents when I was very young, and I don’t know who they heard it from.”

"Be clear about it, Garcia, we shouldn't have come into contact with those things in the first place. I heard that in another two hundred years, the documents from the old era will be screened again to remove those dangerous contents."

"The horror of the starry sky, aren't the books and records of the old era enough for you to study?"

"...You are right, and so is the bishop. The Lord wants us to be happy, and we just want to be happy." He did not say the rest of the words, "I am just a human being, and I do not have the piety to become an angel. , In other words, an arrogant person like me may not even be able to pass the test of a demigod."

"But, can't I just take a look?"

"Even if the knowledge is dangerous and the real celestial bodies are full of terror, I still want to see it with my own eyes...even if it costs my life."

He finally went out with Norbert and went to a nearby restaurant to choose food, but his mind kept thinking about what the other person had said before: "That was not a nebula, but a pagan who happened to be in the mirror." Angel." - If Garcia was rebellious before, he at least still believed in the world he knew, then this little story was like a blade that tore apart the knowledge in his mind and carved it into his heart. A longing for the unknown.

He picked up the dinner plate, and at this moment, a man hurriedly ran up to him.

"It's you!"

Suddenly seeing the previous traveler, Garcia subconsciously raised the plate in his hand, but the other person was so frightened that he backed away and apologized to himself.

In his words, Garcia gradually understood what happened.

"...I have completed the baptism and gained inner peace. I am deeply sorry for the rude behavior I made before." The time traveler said sincerely, his eyes were clear and gentle, just like what Garcia saw Everyone is the same, "I have done too many offensive things, and I dare not ask for your forgiveness."

"It's okay." Garcia was not injured. Although he was a little angry, he had already calmed down. "By the way, now that you are our compatriot, can you tell me the story about your past world?"

The traveler's face suddenly changed.

"Please! Please don't mention those things again, those horrible and sinful memories. I simply don't dare to recall those past days, which were full of deception and sin. Please forgive me for not mentioning even a word to you, because I My past is a shame." The traveler said seriously, "From now on, please forget my identity, and please don't force me to tell you about the past I have abandoned. In the future, I will only be a devout monk and a believer. As a believer of the Lord, I live as a 'Yokel' and do good deeds throughout my life to wash away my previous sins. I have to apologize to others. ”

Before Garcia could say anything to save him or say goodbye, the time traveler, no, Yockel quickly turned around and ran away, completely disappearing into the crowd.

Garcia stood there blankly, suddenly feeling strangely happy.

"Is this baptism?"

"But it should be a lot easier to live like this..."

He shook his head, silently giving up the idea of ​​applying for a baptism for himself, sighed, and moved on.

Suddenly, he felt like he had stepped on something under his feet. When he looked down, he saw a strangely colored card appearing beside his feet. The outline of an unknown bird was printed on it. He also wrote a line of big characters:

"Professional services come to your doorstep for free to realize your wishes"

……What the hell? What about wish fulfillment and door-to-door service... What an ugly color, what a weird slogan... Garcia complained in his mind, blinked his eyes, and found that the card had strangely disappeared again.

He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized something. He immediately looked in the direction of the church, wanting to send a message to the bishop - but after staring at the Mercy Cathedral for half a minute, he did nothing and instead slowly The ground lowered his head, pretended as if nothing happened, and left there.

END

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The postscript is finally here. I wrote it once in March but felt unsatisfied, so I recently found time to delete and rewrite it.

I was originally going to write one chapter, but now it looks like I’m going to write four or five?

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