Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Cao'er seemed to have noticed the change in the priest's mood. She suddenly patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Father, now that we have entered the city, we should not be depressed. This city is quite good, much more luxurious than our Yangqu County. We might as well stroll around and feel the unique charm of this city, and then it will not be too late to go to pay homage to the Emperor of God."

The priest nodded, and the haze in his heart seemed to be dispelled by Cao'er's words. So, the two led the convoy to wander around the city. They shuttled through the bustling streets, feeling the unique charm and charm of this city. Although the priest still had a grudge about his previous experience, with Cao'er's company and guidance, he gradually let go of the burden in his heart and began to explore and feel this mysterious and beautiful city with a new mentality.

On a sunny afternoon, Dogtail Grass and the priest strolled in the streets of the holy city. Dogtail Grass was in high spirits, her eyes sparkling. She looked around like a curious cat, full of curiosity and desire for new things. Whenever she saw something new, she couldn't help but buy it; if it was a big item that was difficult to carry, she would write it down in a small notebook and plan to buy it later. The priest followed her gloomily, his eyes a little empty. Although he was also looking around, it was obvious that this world did not have much appeal to him.

They walked on the ancient streets paved with stone slabs. The surrounding buildings were majestic and elegant, with an exotic atmosphere. The foxtail grass jumped like a lively deer, while the priest walked heavily, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

On the way, Dogtail Grass was attracted by a fragrant bakery. She bought two fragrant cakes, ate one herself, and then handed one to the priest, smiling and saying, "Father, take one, eat one. It's over, don't worry about it. It's just a little money for the trip, isn't it?"

The priest took the bread but did not eat it immediately. He shook his head and said, "It's not that question. The prosperity and luxury of the holy city is beyond my imagination. But I have walked for so long and I don't seem to see a poor person." His brows were furrowed, obviously thinking about something.

"Poor people?" Dogtail Grass asked with a curl of her lips, "Why are you looking for poor people?" She looked at the priest with some confusion.

The priest raised his head, his eyes deep and worried: "When I was in Yangqu, I worked as a city beautician..."

"Stop, what do you mean?" Dogtail Grass interrupted him curiously, with confusion written all over his face.

"It's the street sweeper." The priest continued calmly, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone. He paused, then continued, "I have been sweeping the streets in Yangqu for a long time, and I see all kinds of people every day. Although Yangqu looks wealthy, there are also many poor people. They live at the bottom of society and struggle to make a living. But we have been walking in the holy city for so long, and it seems that we haven't seen a single poor person. Do you think this is normal?"

After hearing this, Dogtail Grass nodded thoughtfully: "Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. What's so strange about that? Every city has its dark side. We just haven't seen it yet. Just like the shadow under the sun, it always exists with the light." She pointed to the street ahead and said, "If you want to find poor people, just follow that road to the end and you'll see them."

The priest turned and looked in the direction she pointed. There was a commercial street, bustling and noisy. He asked in confusion, "How did you know?"

Dogtail Grass explained calmly, "Because every city has its own planning and layout. The rich areas are usually concentrated in the city center, enjoying the best resources and environment; while the poor are usually marginalized and live in the corners of the city." She looked up at the buildings in the distance, "Although the architectural style and commodities of this city are completely different from our Jingjiang, I can still vaguely feel the darkness hidden behind the prosperity."

"What's more, I have been struggling at the bottom of society since I was a child, so I am naturally sensitive to such things." Dogtail Grass added, with a bitter smile flashing across his face.

After hearing this, the priest took two steps back in astonishment, pointed at the dogtail grass and said, "You... when did you become a lower-class person?" His face was full of disbelief.

Dogtail Grass touched her chin and said in confusion: "I have lived a life of displacement since I was a child, struggling for survival. This experience has made me more aware of the lives and sufferings of the lower classes." She looked into the priest's eyes, "Why do you think I am a noble?"

The priest murmured, "I... I saw that you had extraordinary conversation and a noble style, and always thought that you were from a noble family..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally it was almost inaudible.

Dogtail Grass laughed: "Father, you are too obsessed with appearances! There are many people and things in this world that are not as simple as they seem. Just like this holy city, although it appears prosperous and luxurious on the surface, there are many unknown secrets hidden behind it." She paused and continued: "Some people are born in poverty, but they have noble qualities and lofty ambitions; while some people are born in famous families, but their hearts are poor and their behavior is despicable."

The priest was deeply moved by the dogtail grass' words. He was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "You are right, I am too one-sided." He raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, "Let's move on and explore the truth behind this holy city."

They continued walking on the cobblestone road, passing through the busy streets. The priest described the grandeur and holiness of the temple to Dogtail Grass, while Dogtail Grass listened quietly, her eyes staying more on the surrounding scenery and people. She observed this strange city, wanting to understand it more deeply.

The sun shone through the clouds, covering this ancient and mysterious city with a golden glow. They walked through street after street, seeing all kinds of people and things. There were nobles in gorgeous clothes strolling leisurely; there were busy vendors hawking their goods; there were also ragged beggars begging on the streets... All of this gave Dogtail Grass a deeper understanding of this city.

Finally, they arrived at the foot of the Temple Mount. From a distance, this building located in the center of the holy city was backed by a small hill. The magnificent buildings were arranged in a staggered manner, as if telling some mysterious and ancient story, giving people a solemn and sacred feeling. Although the mountain was not towering into the clouds, the atmosphere it exuded was awe-inspiring.

When they looked up, Dogtail Grass couldn't help but exclaimed: "How magnificent! Is this the temple you've always dreamed of?" Her tone was full of shock and yearning, "People who can live here can be compared with God!" Even though she thought she was well-informed, she was still amazed by the magnificence of the temple in front of her. Large areas of gold ornaments sparkled in the sun, and it was hard to believe that there was such a luxurious place in the world.

The priest was also extremely shocked at this moment. He looked at the towering buildings, dazzled, and his heart was filled with awe and yearning. "Yes, this is the legendary temple." He murmured to himself, as if he was in a dream, "It's so beautiful!"

However, when they reached the steps at the foot of the Temple Mount, they were stopped by two guards in bright silver armor, which made them feel a little heavy. The two guards looked imposing and more majestic than the soldiers at the city gate.

The priest hurriedly took out the cardinal's letter of commission and showed it to the guards. He then pulled the dogtail grass and began to introduce himself enthusiastically, "We are the cardinal and his entourage from afar." He explained in detail their purpose and purpose, "We hope to enter the temple and pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor."

However, the guards just smiled and looked at them without saying anything. This silence made the priest and the dogtail grass feel a little awkward and uneasy. After more than ten seconds, the priest couldn't help but frowned and asked in confusion: "Why don't you speak?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction and anxiety in his tone.

Dogtail Grass saw this and understood something. She pushed the priest aside calmly, took out two silver coins from her purse, and handed them to the guard with a smile, "Please accept them." Her tone was respectful and proper.

The guards glanced at the silver coins, and a gleam of greed flashed in their eyes. They quickly put away the silver coins, and their attitude immediately became enthusiastic. "So it's the Cardinal and this... um, foreign friend! Excuse me!" One of the guards said with a smile, "Who wants to report?"

Alas! Dogtail Grass sighed inwardly. Sure enough, if you want to go in and pay respect to the Emperor of God, you need to pay extra! She reluctantly handed two more silver coins to the guard. "Please give me some convenience." She said politely.

The guards took the silver coins with smiles on their faces and looked at the dogtail grass with admiration. In their opinion, this stranger was obviously much more sensible than the baptized cardinal.

"The cardinal needs to be baptized again. If you want to meet the Emperor, I can inform him for you." One of the guards said enthusiastically, "But you need to wait here for a while."

"Okay, thank you!" the priest said gratefully. They stood on the steps waiting for the results of the report. However, when they learned that Dogtail Grass was a stranger from Jingjiang, the guards' attitudes changed subtly again.

"The cardinal needs to be baptized again before he can see the Emperor. This is the procedure." The guard explained, "But you are a foreigner of humble status, the Emperor may not see you." He looked at the dogtail grass's face and continued, "You said you came to trade with another country and wanted to find a middleman. In this case, you should go to the treasurer."

The guard's words surprised both Goosetail and the priest, but at the same time gave them a glimmer of hope. Goosetail hurriedly asked, "Excuse me, where can I find the treasurer?" As she spoke, she took out another silver coin and handed it to the guard to show her gratitude.

The guard straightened up and returned to his normal state of guarding. He smiled and said, "He is also working in the temple! I will inform them for you and will be back soon." After that, he turned and left, leaving Dogtail Grass and the priest waiting anxiously. They were filled with anticipation and anxiety, not knowing what would happen next.

After seeing those greedy guards leave, Dogtail Grass stood alone, her heart surging with dissatisfaction and anger. She cursed inwardly: "These guys are really corrupt! The church is so rotten, but they can still control several countries. This is really hell!" She turned her head to look at Father Jesus beside her, only to see that he looked a little dazed, with empty eyes, as if he was deeply shocked by what happened just now.

Dogtail Grass didn't notice that since the moment she took out the silver coin, Father Jesus' heart had experienced a storm. A huge sense of loss surged like a tide, almost suffocating him. He looked at the faces of the guards at the foot of the Temple Mount, which were distorted by greed, and his heart was filled with disappointment and anger. The hearts of these people have been corrupted by money. They have lost the purity of their faith, become captives of greed, and become tainted by filth.

Seeing that the priest was in deep thought, Dogtail Grass gently pushed him and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" Her voice was full of worry.

Father Jesus slowly squatted down and buried his head between his knees. His shoulders began to tremble slightly, and a choked voice came out from the depths of his throat: "How could this happen..." His voice was trembling and weak, revealing deep helplessness and sorrow, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was blaming this cruel world.

Dogtail Grass watched the priest burst into tears, and her heart was like a bottle of seasoning that had been overturned, with mixed feelings. She knew that this devout believer must be feeling very painful and disappointed at the moment, but she also deeply understood that the world is never black and white. People can't always be so naive, but people like this priest who have experienced countless hardships but still maintain a pure heart are indeed precious.

After a few long minutes, Father Jesus slowly stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes gradually became firm: "I'm fine!" He took a deep breath and continued, "I will tell the God-Emperor about the situation here! These people have been corrupted!" His voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he was ready to fight all evil to the end.

Dogtail Grass looked at him and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: There is really no hope... Sometimes, self-brainwashing is also a kind of ability. She felt helpless about Father Jesus's naivety and persistence, but she also understood that everyone has his or her own beliefs and pursuits. This is the diversity and complexity of life.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled this ancient and sacred city, and the golden light coated every building with a warm color. However, this warm light could not penetrate the darkness hidden behind the holy city. Dogtail Grass and Father Jesus walked side by side on the cobblestone road, their steps were a little heavy, because they both knew that this city was no longer the holy place in their hearts.

Not long after, they ran into the same guard again. The guard told them bluntly, "You two won't be able to see the Emperor anytime soon. He is receiving a distinguished guest and won't be available for at least ten days. During this time, he won't see any guests, not even the Treasurer. Come back next time."

Dogtail Grass frowned in dissatisfaction and asked in confusion: "What do you mean by 'at least ten days'? Can't you spare any time during this period?" She was puzzled by this answer and even a little annoyed.

The guard explained impatiently: "You are lucky. I just got the news from the Chief Justice. The Chief Justice said it himself that since the Divine Emperor will not see him, then he will definitely not see him. It doesn't matter if you wait for ten days or half a month for your trivial matter." There was a hint of arrogance and disdain in his tone, as if he was accustomed to this condescending attitude.

Dogtail Grass wanted to argue, but was gently stopped by Father Jesus: "Forget it, just wait ten days. We are not in a hurry anyway." His voice revealed deep helplessness and compromise, as if he was persuading himself to accept this reality.

Dogtail Grass looked at the helpless expression of the priest, and the anger in her heart gradually subsided. She lowered her head and thought about it, and decided not to dwell on this issue anymore. "Well, since we are here, we should make the best of it. We will stay in this city for a few more days, so that we can collect some information." She looked up at the priest, "What do you think?"

"Well, that's good." Father Jesus nodded, "We can take this opportunity to learn more about the situation."

After discussing, the two decided to find a place to stay in the city. They returned along the same route, and the sky gradually darkened. The shops on both sides of the street began to light up, and the little lights flickered in the night, like stars falling on the earth. Under the light, Father Jesus' worried face looked even more vicissitudes and heavy.

They walked through the intricate streets and alleys, passing through the bustling commercial districts and quiet residential areas. As the night deepened, the crowds on the streets gradually became sparse. Finally, they came to the edge of the city.

A long wall stretched in front of them, like an insurmountable chasm that separated the holy city from the outside world. The wall was tall and solid, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere that made people feel awe.

Father Jesus touched the cold wall and looked at the dogtail grass in confusion. "What are we doing here?" he couldn't help asking.

Dogtail Grass thought for a moment and said firmly: "Walk along this wall, there must be people living behind the wall." Her tone revealed an inexplicable confidence and determination, as if she had seen through everything.

They had not walked far along the wall when they saw a doorway for people to enter and exit. That was the entrance to the wall. Although the doorway was not large, it was large enough for one person to pass through, as if it was the entrance to another world. After passing through the doorway, they stood side by side and were deeply shocked by the scene before them. They saw a large area of ​​dilapidated houses and dirty streets, and the air was filled with an indescribable stench and dull atmosphere. This place formed a sharp contrast with the prosperity and glamour of the Holy City, as if it were two completely different worlds.

"This..." Father Jesus was once again speechless with shock. He looked at the dilapidated and dirty scene in front of him, and an inexplicable grief and helplessness surged in his heart. Behind him was the prosperous holy city, but in front of him was such a dilapidated scene. This strong contrast made him feel an indescribable heartache.

Dogtail Grass stood there silently, her deep eyes wandering over the dilapidated neighborhood. Although she had gotten used to the darkness and decay of this world, she still had a yearning and pursuit for light in her heart. She knew that no matter how dark the world was, the sun would always shine in every corner, dispelling all the haze and decay.

In this slum, Father Jesus' face turned pale and solemn. His eyes flashed with pity and doubt, as if he was questioning the fairness and justice of this world. He had preached in Ferrero and other countries and had seen all kinds of poverty and suffering, but the scene before him shocked him like never before.

This slum is like a forgotten corner in the sacred realm. Its existence forces people to face the cruelty and ruthlessness of reality, and makes people cherish the happiness and beauty they have more. At the same time, it inspires people to pay attention to the vulnerable groups in society and provide them with more help and support.

The two continued walking in the slum, observing the life and environment there. They saw many people busy, some were building dilapidated wooden sheds, and some were cleaning up the garbage and sewage on the streets. Although the living conditions were difficult, everyone's face was filled with the light of diligence and hope, and they were working hard to change their lives with their own hands.

In this slum, the most conspicuous thing is a towering and ancient church. It stands here, witnessing the vicissitudes and changes of this land, and has become the faith and sustenance in people's hearts. It represents a kind of strength and hope, making people firmly believe that no matter how hard and difficult life is, as long as there is faith and hope, they will be able to get out of the predicament and welcome a better future.

In the bustling and noisy crowd, a man in gorgeous clothes stood out like a crane among chickens. He was about fifty years old, tall, and stood on the roadside with his hands behind his back. His eyes were deep and calm, as if he could see into the depths of every passerby's soul. His arrival seemed to inject a fresh and energetic blood into this land full of poverty and backwardness.

The sun shines through the clouds onto his body, and his gorgeous clothes sparkle in the sun, further highlighting his extraordinary temperament. His face is firm and deep, and his eyes sparkle with sharp light, as if he can see through all the hypocrisy and truth in the world.

At this time, Father Jesus walked quickly through the crowd and walked towards the eye-catching man. He wanted to ask the man in fancy clothes about his purpose, but he didn't expect that the man had already looked him up and down. The man's eyes swept up and down his priest uniform, and a hint of playful smile flashed in his eyes, as if he already knew his identity and purpose.

"Are you from the inner city?" the man asked, with a hint of provocation and disdain in his tone.

Father Jesus stopped and nodded hesitantly. He extended his hand to shake hands with the man in fancy clothes and introduced himself: "I am Father Jesus, what should I call you?"

"My name is Qi Ruisi." Qi Ruisi still had his hands behind his back, and the teasing expression on his face became even stronger. "Father, what are you doing in this slum? Did you hear that the priest here is sick, and want to take over his position, and come here to continue plundering their faith?"

Father Jesus retracted his hand awkwardly and explained, "Mr. Kiris, you misunderstood. I was sent from Ferrero City and planned to be officially promoted to cardinal after the second baptism of the Emperor. I am not here to take over the position of priest here, but I want to learn more about this land and its people."

Kiris turned around and showed off his luxurious clothes, which seemed to be in sharp contrast with the slums. He asked back, "Do I look like someone who lives here?" There was a hint of disdain and ridicule in his tone.

Father Jesus was getting more and more embarrassed, but he still mustered up the courage to ask directly, "I just came to the Holy City not long ago, and I saw that the city was extremely prosperous, but here the environment is terrible and the people are living in poverty. The Vatican is obviously financially strong, why doesn't it give some help to these poor people?"

After hearing this, Qi Ruisi could not help but become very interested in the priest. He looked into the priest's eyes, as if he wanted to see through his heart: "It is a blessing that the church does not plunder their wealth. You still want the church to spend real money to help the poor? How naive and ridiculous. Let me ask you, did you buy your position as a cardinal with money?"

Father Jesus' face suddenly changed when he heard this. He retorted with a trembling voice: "Aren't you a believer? How can you slander the church like this? Of course, my position was appointed by the Holy See."

Qi Ruisi re-examined the priest's appearance and demeanor, with a look of disdain on his face: "Who in the Holy City is not a believer? But faith and reality are two different things. Being selected by the Holy See... Humph, how much did you spend to buy this position?"

Father Jesus' face became even darker. He clenched his fists, trying to suppress his anger and the urge to leave. "Mr. Kiris, please be respectful. I was chosen by the Vatican, there is no doubt about that."

Qi Ruisi curled his lips and showed a disdainful smile on his face: "Chosen by the Holy See? Such nonsense can only deceive those ignorant believers. I have never heard of any high-ranking officials in the church being truly chosen. But you don't look fake... Do you have a backer in Ferrero?"

Father Jesus frowned, trying to stay calm and rational: "Since Mr. Kiris despises the church so much, what religion do you still believe in? Wouldn't it be better to quit as soon as possible? Besides, aren't you afraid that I will spread these words?"

Qi Ruisi sneered, as if he had heard something funny: "How can you be a non-believer outside? Where can you get benefits from not believing in religion? Your question is really stupid. It seems that you really know nothing... I thought you came to the slums to have fun."

"Besides," Qi Ruisi continued, still with a disdainful smile on his face, "Do you think anyone will believe what you say? There are so many people in the Holy City who know me when we talk in private, and they will only believe what I say."

Father Jesus' face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. His clenched fists were trembling slightly, and he was obviously trying his best to control his emotions. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "From what you said, Mr. Kiris is quite famous in the Holy City. So, what is the reason for you to come to this slum?"

Qi Ruisi smiled calmly, as if he had expected the priest to ask this question: "Me? In the Holy City, at least 20% of the furniture is supplied by me. As for why I came here... Humph, do you think I came here to give these small favors and help them improve their lives? Don't be silly."

Father Jesus looked around at the busy figures and dilapidated houses. He became more confused and began to wonder what the purpose of Qi Ruisi was. At this time, Qi Ruisi caught a glimpse of a strange figure behind the priest - a thin man called "Dogtail Grass".

"Your slave looks pretty strong and has a unique appearance." Kiris asked with interest, "Where did you buy it?"

Father Jesus and Dogtail Grass were both stunned. Slaves? Who were they talking about?
The priest was speechless for a moment, looking at the dogtail grass in bewilderment. The dogtail grass also looked at Qi Ruisi in confusion, and corrected himself: "Are you talking about me?"

"Yes! That's where you bought it?" Qi Ruisi nodded affirmatively.

The veins on Dogtail Grass's forehead bulged. Someone had said before that he looked like a noble, and now this weird guy said he looked like a slave. He asked slowly, "Do I look like a slave?" His tone was obviously unhappy.

Qi Ruisi laughed, and looked up and down at Dogtail Grass. "I have traveled all over the country for so many years and have met countless people. Your temperament is incompatible with the environment here. But when you open your mouth, you don't sound like a slave, but rather a...how should I put it, aristocratic tone." After that, he added, "If I guessed wrong, it would be really rude."

Dogtail Grass's expression gradually became serious. He realized that this person had a very sharp vision. He had been with Duke Walter Bolson recently, and over time, he was inevitably influenced by him. He only said one sentence, but this person heard the subtle difference. Perhaps, he could ask him for some information.

So, Dogtail Grass suggested: "Mr. Qi Ruisi, the priest and I have just arrived in the Holy City and don't know much about it. It is fate that we meet. Why don't I buy you a drink and it would be nice for us to be friends." He hoped to take this opportunity to get closer to Qi Ruisi so as to find out more information.

Qi Ruisi refused mercilessly: "There are many people in the city who want to treat me to a drink. Not everyone can waste my time casually." He paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed to a church not far away and said, "But it's not impossible."

The church stood in a corner of the slums. Although it was dilapidated, it exuded a sacred and solemn atmosphere. Qi Ruisi began to talk about the church: "There was only one priest in this slum. He was a kind man. He came here from the inner city to help these poor people. However, he claimed to be sick after more than ten days and went home to recuperate. Humph, sick? I think he couldn't stand the hardship here and found an excuse to escape. Now there is no one presiding in the church, why don't you take his place temporarily. In this case, I will have a drink with you, how about it?"

Father Jesus agreed without hesitation: "Okay! I promise you!" He looked at Kiris firmly and forcefully, "The church cannot be without clergy presiding. Besides, I originally planned to stay here and observe the situation here. To be honest, I always feel uncomfortable after seeing the scene of the slums. I feel uncomfortable when I think about returning to live in a prosperous place."

Qi Ruisi looked at him with some surprise, with a look of admiration in his expression: "Father, are you really going to come? I was just talking casually." He didn't expect the priest to agree so readily, which made him look up to the priest, "It seems that you are indeed different from ordinary people, and you have courage!"

"I never lie." Father Jesus said firmly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes, as if he was fully prepared to meet the upcoming challenges.

Qi Ruisi couldn't help but applaud him twice, with an appreciative smile on his face: "Good job! It seems that you are indeed different from ordinary people. In this case, there is a bar in this slum, let's go there for a drink!" His suggestion was responded to by the priest and Dogtail Grass, and the three of them walked towards the bar together.

The night was dark, like a painting with thick ink and heavy colors, tightly wrapping the holy city. Lu Xuanxin, Qi Ruisi and Gouweicao walked together, their steps were light but firm, as if with a sense of mission, they stepped into the bar deep in the slums full of vicissitudes.

The light in the bar is soft but a little dim, adding a rare warmth to this forgotten corner of society. This unique atmosphere allows people to temporarily forget the noise and disturbance of the outside world and immerse themselves in their own world. Here, Lu Xuanxin, Qi Ruisi and Dogtail Grass seem to have found a resonance of the soul and felt a tacit understanding and understanding between each other.

Looking at Qi Ruisi and Dogtail Grass, Father Jesus' heart was filled with an indescribable feeling of emotion. Their eyes were firm and warm, as if they could see through the confusion and bewilderment in his heart. This night was destined to become an unforgettable memory in his life, a precious experience that would be engraved in his heart forever.

The interior of the bar looks a bit shabby, but it is warm and comfortable. Three or four shaky light bulbs emit a weak light, like twinkling stars in the night sky, providing a rare light in this dark space. Although the drinks on the table are dull in color and strong in smell, they are enough to satisfy the desire and yearning for a better life for people living at the bottom of society.

Qi Ruisi, this seemingly ordinary but hidden man, is sitting leisurely at the table. He puts one hand on the back of the wooden chair, tapping the rhythm with his fingers, and his eyes are shining with sharp and deep light, as if he can see through the mysteries of everything in the world. "If you have any questions, just ask." His voice is low and powerful, revealing an unquestionable confidence and majesty, which makes people feel awe involuntarily.

Father Jesus and Dogtail Grass looked at each other, with complicated expressions on their faces. The priest's eyes were full of kindness and love, while Dogtail Grass's eyes were full of curiosity and expectation. They were all attracted by Qi Ruisi's aura, as if they saw a unique strength and wisdom in him.

Finally, Father Jesus broke the silence. His voice was a little trembling, but full of sincerity and desire. "I want to know the real situation of the slums. Why are there so many poor people in the holy city? How do they survive?" These questions have been bothering him, and he hopes to find the answers through Kiris's explanation.

Qi Ruisi smiled slightly, with a bit of bitterness and helplessness in his smile, as if he had been prepared for this question. "It's not surprising that there are many poor people in the Holy City. This slum is mainly inhabited by the descendants of the craftsmen who came to participate in the construction of the Holy City in the early days. Due to historical reasons and social changes, they gradually became the bottom of society. During the day, they live a simple and hard life in the slums; at night, they will go to the inner city to do some low-paying jobs, such as sweeping the streets, repairing dilapidated houses, etc. This is their lifestyle and destiny passed down from generation to generation."

"But..." Father Jesus frowned, his face showing confusion and bewilderment. "The church has so much wealth and resources, hasn't it ever thought about helping these poor people improve their lives? And as far as I know, some people in the slums are indeed very virtuous and talented. Their lives should not be so difficult and hard."

Qi Ruisi heard this, and a complex expression flashed across his face. He was silent for a moment, and then he slowly said: "Improvement? It's easier said than done! The church depends on these poor people to survive and develop. Where do you think those magnificent churches and inviolable doctrines come from? It's all because of the faith and dedication of these poor people! If they live a prosperous life and awaken their self-awareness, what else can the church rely on to maintain its authority and status?" His words revealed deep helplessness and irony, as if he had a deep insight and understanding of this real society.

At this time, Dogtail Grass interrupted and said, "I came here this time because I heard something strange. Two months ago, a mysterious organization called the 'Mutual Aid Society' was suddenly established in the slums of the Holy City. They have been helping the poor in the slums to build wooden houses and clean up the garbage and sewage on the streets without asking for any reward or recognition. I was very curious after hearing this news, so I came here to take a look."

Qi Ruisi nodded, indicating that he had heard of this organization. "Yes, I have also heard about this mutual aid association. It is said that their members are all people with lofty ideals who voluntarily join and are committed to improving the living environment in the slums. They not only help the poor build houses and clean up garbage, but also provide various educational training and employment opportunities. These measures have indeed greatly improved the environment in the slums and won the respect and trust of the poor."

"Later, I saw with my own eyes their busy figures in the slums, and the gratitude and smiles on the faces of those who were helped. I was deeply moved and decided to donate some money to them as support. At the same time, I will inspect their work from time to time and give them some guidance and suggestions." Dogtail Grass showed admiration and satisfaction on his face, "It must be difficult to keep this place clean, right? How do they do it?"

Qi Ruisi seemed to remember something interesting, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. "You asked the point! In fact, the people in the mutual aid society are really creative and have good methods. At first, the residents of the slums had no rules to speak of, and often urinated and defecated anywhere in the streets, causing the entire slum to stink and the environment to be bad. Although some public toilets were built, no one was willing to use and manage them." (End of this chapter)