savior epic

Chapter 31 Faith
Not counting Anne who escaped on the way, there are fourteen true believers in total, eight men, five women, and a dwarf boy.

Chen Yi quietly squatted down in another cell, as if to avoid the cells colluding with each other, the cell where the inmates were locked up had several empty cells.

There were seven men inside, and the dim light fell on their feet. They were ragged and thin, and their expressions were either determined or flustered.

"I am the clerk, here to register for you." Chen Yi said.

The man with the monk's head shaved came to the prison door.

"Are you the leader?"

"I can read," said the monk. He raised his hand and pointed to the prisoners sitting in various places in the cell. "We are all the godsons of Father Christopher."

"Okay, register your name first." Chen Yi put the linen paper on the ground, unscrewed the ink bottle, "what's your name, where are you from?"

"Milu Allens, from the Holy Land."

"Baiyinkana people?" The holy place is called Baiyinkana.

"Yes." The monk replied in the affirmative.

Then, Chen Yi wrote down his information one by one, including one crime, and wrote down the blasphemy as usual.

"We never blasphemed that false god, and neither did the priest." The monk argued calmly, "He just hoped that that person would ascend to the kingdom of heaven."

"I just register."

"I'll just tell the truth," the monk said.

Chen Yi said: "Help me call the next one over."

Then the monk called another prisoner over, who looked up and down the linen paper with mournful and cowardly eyes,
"Cultivator, are we really going to be burned at the stake?!" He trembled, jumping up and down in his Adam's apple in panic.

The monk nodded and said, "...if we really died here, an angel would lead us back. The priest did nothing wrong, and neither did we."

"Oh, for the priest." The man with sunken cheeks murmured, and turned to look at Chen Yi, "Can you help me write my son's name. I will try my best to remember it, so that I can take care of him when I go to heaven."

Chen Yi nodded silently.

"Mikhail, his name is Mikhail."

Chen Yi followed his words and wrote them all over the paper in real Arabic.

The man stared at it several times, carefully rubbing the line of words with his withered fingers.

"What about you?"

"Me? I'm not important."

"I want to register your name."

The man was stunned belatedly, and said abruptly: "Just like the priest, Christopher, just like the priest, he gave me my name."

"Go back." The monk said.

With the cooperation of the monks, Chen Yi registered their names and regions one by one, briefly described their figures, unified the charges, and wrote blasphemy.

As they said, they were all godsons of the priest, they all took their Christian names, and they were all baptized by him when they were children.

A few meters away, in the third and last cell, women and dwarf boys were locked up. Chen Yi squatted down as before. Before she could speak, a 17-year-old girl came up.

She asked: "Dear Mr. Clerk, could you write a letter for me?"

"Write a letter?"

"Yes, I'm a nun in the monastery, and I'm also a painter. I hope you can write a letter to my brother." She paused, and Chen Yi saw that her eyes were red, obviously she had been crying.

It's not just her, there is still a slight sob inside.

"Okay, let's register for you first, what's your name?"

"Elena, I only have a Christian name," she said.

"A very good name, just like your manner." Chen Yi said.

Her name means "noble one".

"Thank you for your praise, and may my Lord bless you." Alina paused, then added wittily, "I don't think you are a heretic, you can speak Keshi."

Chen Yi nodded, "I can also speak Yawen."

He immediately asked again: "What do you want to write? I can write it down for you now."

"Thank you, now." She smiled quietly.

Chen Yi took out a knife to sharpen a quill, dipped it in ink, spread out a brand new piece of linen paper, and signaled Alina to start.

"Dear Bullard,"

She stuck.

Chen Yi looked up and saw her lips were trembling, but she couldn't utter a word.

After a long time, she finally said: "There is no shortage of paint in the Holy Land. I settled down and finally saw Father Christopher, you and my godfather. After that, I want a quiet environment to paint. A guest room for my studio”

She babbled on, apologizing for any mistakes she said, and then continued after a moment of pondering.

"I went out to gather wind that day. It was the street I mentioned to you. An old man passed away. He sat there quietly. His family didn't find out until night. They were a poor family, and the coffin couldn't be prepared. Come on, just like we used to."

Speaking of this, Chen Yi realized that she was talking about the Mass.

"He passed away silently on the street without warning. The priest saw him by accident, so he stood far away at the door and chanted scriptures silently for a day. Later, the family was too poor, and they found the priest, just like before. the same as us."

Alina narrated all this in a long and calm manner, and at the end of the letter she left a paragraph for her brother.

"In my short life, many, many things are short-lived. I have painted stars, silent mountains, weeping nymphs in the lake, and religious paintings of saints weeping. They It was all too fleeting. So then I tried to draw eternal death. So there were a lot of weird problems.

I still remember, when I was a child, I told the priest that everything will die, even our Lord will perish in the end, completely gone, gone forever.

This stumped the priest. I asked a profound question. You see, I will always be smarter than you.

Later, the priest said to me:

'You're alive and loved by everyone,

How can you say that God is not there? '

I have drawn a lot of past things.
Now it's my turn to die,
May you marry a good girl. "

After saying the words that she had thought about for a long time, Elena smiled firmly at herself with tears in her eyes.

Chen Yi could only tell her that she would send it out for her.

"Thank you and may the Lord bless you," she said.

Chen Yi asked her to let others come too.

Alina greeted the dwarf boy first.

"Hello, sir." The dwarf boy greeted politely.

Chen Yi couldn't see any fear from his eyebrows.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid of what? Afraid of the stake?" The dwarf boy struggled to speak the awkward words, then puffed out his chest, "I'm not afraid."

"Why?" Chen Yi glanced at the cell, no woman came to take care of the boy, "Where are your parents?"

"Dead." The dwarf boy said.

Through the cell door, Alina approached Chen Yi and said, "His parents died fighting to protect the Holy Land very early."

Chen Yi nodded, and so did her uncle.

"They are angels," added the dwarf boy.

"An angel?"

The dwarf nodded and flaunted, "I used to have an unborn sister. My mother couldn't give birth to her, and I couldn't see her. Then my father told me that she was an angel and had flown away."

Chen Yi remained silent.

In the era of underdeveloped medicine, dystocia was not uncommon, and if a baby died of dystocia, the people around him would comfort the parents. The child was an angel and flew away as soon as he was born.

Did this child compare his parents to his sister?
"I can also be an angel." The dwarf boy said seriously.

Chen Yi didn't ask any more questions, and through Elena, he silently wrote down the dwarf boy's name, background, and crimes.

It was almost dusk, and Chen Yi inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sky through the window.

In the dark blue sky in late autumn, the orange-like cotton clouds are so beautiful, as if a child flew to the sky with wings and painted them with crayons.

thump.

The church bell rang, the solemn dying bell.

Under pagan rule, the clock could not be repaired for a long time.

wow wow.

Turn around in a hurry.

Chen Yi saw the true believers, and they knelt down on the ground in unison, one by one, kissing the icon pendant on their necks, their eyes were gently closed, and their faces were peaceful and sad.

"We are all the Lord's children, every birth is like being thrown out of the Lord,

Because we are the Lord's children,
So leave first, save last"

In the unanimous prayer, something burst into life in their thin bodies.

That is faith.

(End of this chapter)