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

Chapter 71 Mr. A's Awesome Missionary

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Mr. A is preaching.

"My lord, who used to be the great sun god, the unique creator, was betrayed by other gods and fell into filth..."

"Teacher!" The blond girl listening to the class raised her hand, "Why was the Lord betrayed by other gods? Who betrayed the Lord?"

"All the gods!" Mr. A was very happy to get the response from the children. Such sermons and teaching are meaningful, "The gods rebelled against the Lord, took away the power of the Lord, and eclipsed the sun from now on! They... "

"Cough!" Maria, who was standing by the door, coughed quickly. Mr. A was in the middle of his speech, and was very dissatisfied when he was interrupted. Maria said with a wry smile, "How can you talk about the gods in front of the children? Or those secret knowledge that you have only recently made public within the Aurora Society... If you say all those words, you will explode on the spot, don’t be fooled just because you know flesh and blood magic?”

Mr. A looked at Maria indifferently: "If you can spread the gospel of the Lord, you will die. Apart from secret knowledge, they will be our compatriots sooner or later. What's wrong with talking about it now?"

"...Don't decide the children's beliefs arbitrarily like this. I still hope that they will believe in the three gods, grow up peacefully, and don't have anything to do with us..." Maria sighed, " Mr. A, I am very relieved and touched by your arrival. When are you going to start commissioning? And the matter of the detective, please remember..."

"Sister Maria!" The blond girl raised her hand again, "I like listening to the new teacher tell stories!"

"No, you can't always listen to stories, you have to study grammar, arithmetic, and sewing!" Seeing that Mr. A was very pleased, Maria quickly interrupted, "Just listen to those stories, hurry up and go to class! It's been 10 minutes!"

"What does it mean to just listen? This is the Lord's..."

Mr. A was dragged out by Maria, and a middle-aged man who had stood in the corner for a long time, who was afraid to speak, finally heaved a sigh of relief. He tidied up his patched windbreaker and tie, and walked up to the podium where half of the class was taken away. , Said to the children, big and small: "Now is arithmetic class, today's lesson is addition and subtraction within one to ten, everyone look at the blackboard..."

"Please hurry up and consider the entrusted matter!"

"What are you in a hurry for? If you are not in a hurry, you can act immediately." Mr. A is calm and unconcerned, "If I want to get in smoothly, I have to wait for Kapin's Extraordinary men to go out, but you are not even Don’t you know who are the Extraordinary under his command? I’ve already let the flesh and blood puppets secretly station near Capin’s house, and snatched the kidnapped people from them. Capin’s subordinates should be unable to sit still soon. "

"It's good that you have a plan. Of course, I'm sorry about the detective. I want to rescue the children as soon as possible, so I didn't refuse him..."

"I know, I know, Sherlock Moriarty, right? If I touch him, I will try not to hurt him, and let him leave safely without exposing myself, right? How dare a private detective To get involved in this kind of thing is really bold, and I don't know where the courage comes from."

"...Maybe they have their own contacts and methods." Capin's mansion is quite dangerous, and Maria is also a little uneasy, wondering what method the great detective Sherlock will use to obtain the internal structure diagram.

"Since I have come, don't worry. I will not fail, and I will never be ashamed of the Lord."

Maria wanted to say something more, but seeing Mr. A's confidence, she didn't say any more.There are a lot of internal affairs in the school and hospital, and there are still many unemployed people in the workers' guild eagerly waiting for her arrangement. Maria really doesn't have that much time to look at Mr. A.

After talking for a few minutes, Maria left in a hurry, and by the way told other idlers in the Pilgrim Sect to pay attention to Mr. A's movements, lest he suddenly start telling secret knowledge, accusing the gods of sins, and finally let All suffer together.

The blue-haired supervisor followed far behind, Mr. A didn't mind, he followed the familiar route to some unobtrusive corners in the East District.This place is relatively sheltered from the wind and quiet. It will always be crowded with unemployed poor people who can't even afford to rent a floor shop. Street girls who are slightly better will not set foot here.

"Poor, it seems that the god you believe in has abandoned you."

The arrival of Mr. A did not bring any fluctuations to these stagnant people. Even if he said so, only a few awake people looked up, old and young, with the same distressed and numb faces.

"Have you prayed day and night, have you ever received God's salvation?"

"Have you lived so far, have you ever felt God's grace?"

"But we are devout enough." An old woman said intermittently with a throat like sandpaper. Eternal happiness."

One or two people followed suit and nodded.

"If you can be saved by being devout, then what's the point of the pain you're going through now?" Mr. A sighed, "The rich are pampered and pampered, and never need to experience pain. As long as they are devout and donate money to the church, they can get the same peace as you , then why do you suffer?"

There was no response.

The old woman was a little puzzled: this gentleman has put the teaching in reverse.It is written in the teachings of God that no matter whether people are poor or rich, as long as they are devout, they will receive the same treatment after death. Therefore, the sufferings in life are just trials to sharpen their faith.But Mr. Red Cloak said that only the poor need to sharpen, and the rich don’t need it... This, this seems wrong? Isn’t faith the salvation of people? Think carefully why it’s not right?
No no, how can I doubt the Goddess of Mercy? On the Winter Ritual Day, I did see the sleeping husband and children. They have undoubtedly found peace. I must pray sincerely before I can go to their side ... The old woman quickly cut off her thoughts and recited in a low voice.

"...Sir, what do you think our pain is?"

When the old woman bowed her head to pray, the young man curled up opposite her asked—unlike the old man, even though they are the people most likely to die in the Eastern District, the life of the young man has just begun and will not Be content with the status quo - "That's what we are, poor and worthless."

Mr. A smiled: "Suffering is indeed tempering."

Hearing the same answer, the boy slowly lowered his head.

"But a truly benevolent God will not sit idly by suffering! Suffering can sharpen one's mind, and grief can awaken one's will. There are gains and losses. If you want to gain something, you must first lose something. Great Lord, It is in this way that he selects his best lambs from the earth and saves them."

Mr. A turned around and reached out to the blue-haired man leaning against the wall: "Take out the food."

The blue-haired man was taken aback: "Huh?"

"Take it out if you have it!" Mr. A said, "I will return it to you later!"

Faced with Mr. A's intimidating and confident request, the blue-haired man had no choice but to grope up and down his body, then took out half a piece of black bread from the left pocket of his jacket, and a piece of wheat bran toast from the right pocket of his trousers .As if by magic, he actually took out a tinfoil-wrapped piece of inferior cream the size of a fingernail from his outer pocket.

Mr. A took it over and held it up high. Seeing the food, all the people who were awake or pretending to be asleep all looked at him. The gray faces full of longing were like sunflowers chasing the sun.

"You have been deceived by the rhetoric of false gods!"

"If they are really kind, how can they turn a blind eye to your prayers?"

"But the Lord will save you." Mr. A said loudly, "I was born in the poorest and most filthy place. After suffering and despair, I was redeemed by the Lord. I was able to look up at the sun in the mud. Now, I have power, money and status , I bring the glory of the Lord to redeem my fellow citizens! Don’t be afraid, come to my side and follow the great "true Creator" together! "

"Hey." The blue-haired man said quickly, "Don't take me with you!"

If food is just a temptation, then Mr. A’s speech is an extremely effective shot in the arm. The same origin and experience immediately shorten the distance between him and the poor. The most acceptable thing for people is to share the same fate with themselves. People with the same destiny are also most willing to listen to their own stories told by those with the same destiny.They looked helplessly at Mr. A who was obviously not malnourished or homeless, and looked at the cheap but life-saving inferior bread in his hands, as if they saw a miracle happening in front of them.

The sound of swallowing saliva came one after another, and the mere presence of food was enough to stimulate the nerves of the poor, but they still lacked an opportunity to stand up bravely and just watched.

Mr. A was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

At this moment, the young man who had taken the initiative to talk to Mr. A just now stood up abruptly, mustered up the courage to step across the crowd and came in front of Mr. A, his slightly trembling voice showed his wavering and determination.

"I, I want to follow, follow the Lord."

He bravely raised his head and looked directly at Mr. A, fearful and firm.

Mr. A became serious, straightened up, and solemnly placed his palm on the boy's heart slowly.At this moment, in the eyes of the poor in the eastern district, it seemed that there was a holy light in him, even compared to the archbishop of the righteous god: "Time will prove you are right."

"We are people with the same destiny. We are destined to accept suffering and be redeemed. From now on, the Lord's benevolent eyes will fall on you, and we will advance and retreat together, and be with Him."

Mr. A patted the young man's shoulders and the top of his head once, drawing an inverted cross, with a solemn expression as if he was really undergoing a baptism:
"Welcome, my countryman."

Afterwards, he broke half of the black bread in his hand and handed it to the boy.Seeing this scene, the poor people immediately became excited and rushed to stand up and walk towards Mr. A, for fear that they would not be able to share the bread.

The boy also solemnly took the bread, rolled his Adam's apple, and suddenly felt that he wasn't that hungry either.The countless painful faces he had seen when he was with him day and night flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly felt that he should do something.

He looked up, just in time to see Mr. A looking at him too, with a kind of gentle, encouraging eyes, which he had never seen since birth, looking at him, like imaginary parents he had never seen, Like a kind teacher in a church school.

"Go ahead," said Mr. A, "do what you want."

The people behind had already squeezed one meter in front of Mr. A, and the people in the front were almost stuck to the boy's back.But Mr. A didn't speak, so they didn't dare to speak. This corner was so quiet.

The boy gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, and imitated Mr. A just now, holding up half a piece of black bread in his hand.

"Lord, says the Lord! We are, are of the same destiny!"

"Uh, in this case, then, since the priest gave me the bread, then I should share it with you..."

Under the oppressive gaze of more than a dozen people, the boy's voice became smaller and smaller. He glanced at Mr. A in panic, but found that the other person's face was full of relief and joy, and even made an encouraging gesture.The young man became a little more courageous, so he bravely broke the half piece of black bread in his hand into more than a dozen small portions that were only a circle bigger than his thumb, and distributed them one by one to everyone present, starting with the one standing at the front. people.

A few people couldn't wait to eat the finger-sized bread, but more people looked at the boy and Mr. A with surprised and respectful eyes without saying a word. At this time, no one doubted it anymore.

After the distribution was over, the boy had nothing in his hand, so Mr. A handed him the wheat bran toast and low-quality butter.

"You deserve it and you'll be a great believer."

The boy was flattered, but he would not express his thanks, so he blushed and lowered his head shyly.

"Everyone, please listen!" Mr. A said loudly, facing everyone, "As you can see, the Lord has sent you a message of salvation with the hand of this compatriot! You already have the qualifications to follow the merciful Lord , but you still have freedom. Those who are willing to go with me, come to my side."

"Hey, you are too good at preaching." Seeing everyone standing beside Mr. A in silence, the blue-haired man covered his face in pain, "Our unemployment problem has not been solved yet? Since You are here to preach and attract people, so take them to the Aurora Society as soon as possible..."

Mr. A raised his eyebrows: "Of course I will take them away, but you are also the Lord's allies after all, can't you afford to pay for a little resettlement?"

"I...forget it, okay, there are only fifteen people, and I can afford it myself." The blue-haired man squatted on the ground covering his face, making a painful voice, "I need to spend at least 2 pounds...Miss Maria You will definitely scold me, Mr. A, you must pay me back and beg for mercy!"

Mr. A rolled his eyes: "People from the Pilgrim Sect really like to chatter. Got it, let's go."

"Let's put it near my house first. There is an empty warehouse in my house. Although it is not big, it can sleep more than a dozen people."

The blue-haired man stood up resignedly and led the way: "And at least it can protect the elderly and children from the cold. Most importantly, I must arrange you before my wife returns, otherwise she will definitely try to Arrange a few people to live in the house, but all the floors of my house are rented out... So, everyone, let's run!"

TBC
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What I imagined: I write slowly, and everyone reads slowly.

In fact: I want to write slowly, but everyone uses rewards to force me to code at double speed.

Horrible, bro, stop doing this.

Writing Mr. A was quite easy.

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