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Chapter 87 Seeing the Kingdom of Heaven
Under the moonlight, Hedwig sat at the dining table, facing the icon.

"It's almost Monday, there are still two or three days left, and it's time for morning prayer again." Hedwig muttered.

She couldn't help but think of Chen Yi, the elder brother who didn't care about church laws, and muttered, "Why do you always disobey church laws, you don't go to mass very often, and you don't go to morning prayers."

Hedwig doesn't like her brother's unbelief, but there is nothing she can do about it. She has thought about why her brother is so unbelieving, and has made many guesses, but none of them are accurate enough, as if that kind of unbelief is innate, as if it was bestowed by the Lord Do not believe.

Hedwig hopes that her brother will be more trustworthy. Every time she prays in the morning, she has the patron saint of Tongxi, St. Vina Kana, praying. She has a feeling, and St. Vina Kana heard it My own prayer, so I also told my brother that my voice will teach the saint to reach the ears of the gods.

However, Chen Yi didn't care, and said such blasphemous words as "maybe God can hear without a saint", he was so dishonest.

That's why Hedwig is sometimes afraid that prayers will be extraordinarily manifest.

She clasped her hands, facing the holy image, and said softly: "St. Venacana, who accompanies the bright moon, my humble follower-Hedwig of Punye, I beg you to go and say to the Lord, spare my brother's death." It’s not pious, he just happened to get lost, and he will eventually repent.”

She then recited the honor of the Lord God: Salvation in Heaven, Lord of Destiny, the third birth, and the third decline.

These four respects are the most frequently recited by true believers. Hedwig remembers that some ancient scriptures recorded that there are actually seven respects for the main god, but the latter three are: King of Kings, Sacrifice and Suffering, Recasting Always, I don’t know which age, I stopped chanting. If I forcibly chanted it, my pious self would feel an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Especially "King of kings", when I read it, I always feel that I am chanting the false gods of paganism, the "King of my kings" in their mouths.

As for the honor of "Recasting Always", Hedwig has only seen it in very old scriptures, and has never mentioned it in most scriptures.

"I heard the words 'sacrifice and suffering' a lot when I was young, but gradually, I didn't seem to hear it anymore when I grew up." She muttered, and the childhood in her mouth was naturally the memory of Hedwig who died young.

Hedwig's eyes fell on the study, where her brother studied occultism.

My brother, when will he be able to comprehend and repent.

I am afraid that only the Lord can make him repent.

"Hey, he will definitely say that he is the Lord." Hedwig felt that it was not good to say this, and the saint might hear it, and added: "My own Lord."

Hedwig clasped her hands together, lowered her head, put her fingers on her forehead, and confessed her sins in front of the icon.

"Believe in the Lord, Hedwig," she said to herself, "the Lord teaches and converts."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, Hedwig's fingertips trembled.

In front of the icon, the magic circle that maintains the memory projection shakes slightly.

In the study room, the twin jellyfish in the box sensed something and opened its golden eyes.

The light of the silver moon broke into sections in an instant between the cracks in the window lattice, and she was stunned to glimpse the sacred place with a thousand pillars standing above the sea of ​​clouds.

"What's wrong."

For some reason, she vaguely heard the sound of lights being lit.

Hedwig felt in the dark that he could have such a glimpse, which came from the repair of some illusory and broken things.

Half a second later, Hedwig opened his eyes again, and the holy image, magic circle, dining table, study... The scenes at home came into view again.

"This is... what's going on, did I just see the kingdom of heaven?"

He didn't know which Shanbu man it was, but he saw something splashed on his thigh, and under the dim light of the fire, he could see it was warm blood.

He looked back suspiciously, and the crowd cheered around Klima, making a lot of noise, immersed in the frenzied rush of blood, and they all went to take the blood from Proust's body to share the glory of the winner.

Then, suddenly, he saw the torch falling to the ground not far away.

The dim torch, the flame is dim, and the sparks are flying.

The tall body crashed to the ground, blood was surging like a river, and blood flowers bloomed in the dry mud.

He didn't have time to react, and pulled his wife next to him. After the latter was stunned, she screamed terribly.

Following the sudden scream and loud cheers, the crowd surged up, and a large number of heads were twisted away. Before they recovered from the carnival, they saw their Priest Stan, lying on the ground. In a pool of blood.

The troll priest, with piercing eyes, a soft throat without scales, and a waterfall of blood flowing vigorously, the instigator, was nowhere to be seen.

"what--"

The women woke everyone up with screams one after another. Some Shanbu people fled away, just like they had swarmed, and now they swarmed away again. It broke out, and the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong disturbed the trembling heart.

Chen Yi had already hid in the crowd, taking advantage of the commotion, her fingertips were trembling with excitement.

"Killing a troll seems to be the same as killing an elk." Chen Yi murmured in her heart. When Raymond was still alive, she went hunting with him.

Provided, of course, that no trolls do anything to resist.

Chen Yi didn't feel much about killing people, let alone the sense of guilt mentioned by others.

"Maybe I don't think I've killed anyone."

Thinking about it now, Ode is strictly speaking suicide, and the troll priest is not a human being.

No, isn't there Proust's sister?
Chen Yiwu thought of this belatedly.

"...I don't seem to feel guilty about killing people."

As if killed before.
And almost every time after reciting the old saying "fraud"
Is this also the subtle influence of the dead souls in the old saying?

Yes, I never killed anyone before Ode
But this does not mean that those tyrannical dead souls and other people who are proficient in the old saying "fraud" have not killed anyone.

Chen Yi was afraid after a while.

Before she had time to think about it, Chen Yi saw the guards holding torches and rushing towards the center of the commotion. Under the dim night, there were only faint yellow lights passing by. The fleeing crowd, no one noticed her, and gradually relaxed. tone.

"Heh, the next step is to do a psychic." Chen Yi clenched her hands tightly, the cloth stained with Priest Stan's blood.

Since it is the priest of the Temple of Suffering, it is likely to know something.

There is also Proust's sister whose soul has been replaced, from which I may be able to understand the common methods of the Temple of Suffering and prepare for a rainy day.

He couldn't let the people from the Temple of Suffering, like in the deduction, push Resurrection Town into destruction.

"And Scholar Monroe, I want to know why he went looking for this troll." Chen Yi's mind turned rapidly, and she walked quickly, "He may have something to do with the Temple of Suffering."

Before rushing home, Chen Yi was a little afraid that Hedwig would find blood splattered on her body, and if she took off her clothes, it would be even more suspicious and difficult to explain.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yi thought about it: "I just told her that I went to watch the Shanbu people's duel by myself, so I'm going to make a fool of myself."

Turning the lock on the door, Chen Yi pushed the door open and entered.

"By the way, there are still a few days until morning prayer, so don't forget this time."

(End of this chapter)