Not a Witch

Although it was his family's disgraceful history, the old pastor did not shy away from it, and told these students from Emenas frankly.

There are many wise people in the church. For these well-informed Emenas students, if you still use those rhetoric against civilians, you are probably insulting them. Besides, most of these students will become members of various organizations in a few years. There is really no need for the elites to feel bad about it.

Therefore, those who have always taught exchange students these basic knowledge are also enlightened sects in the church.

A student raised his hand and asked, "Pastor Vincent, I want to ask a question."

"Speak." The pastor in a gold-rimmed white robe looked at the student and replied tolerantly.

He looked about 50 years old in appearance, with a kind face.

"Has the Candle Book we read a few days ago been revised several times?"

"Yes, it has undergone four major revisions and more than a hundred minor revisions."

"Is the story there true?"

"I can only say that most of them are true. This is the same as history. In fact, even those who have witnessed it will write different words and information from different angles."

"What we can do is to find out the most reasonable part that meets everyone's cognition and needs, write it as a scripture, and popularize it to everyone."

"Then do you believe in the existence of God?" A male student next to him asked, his name was Heisen.

"I believe God existed," the pastor said.

"What about now?"

"That's what I keep chasing."

"If God doesn't exist, why do you still believe in Him?" A tall and thin student asked, his name was Crow, and he was a student of the Necromantic Sequence.

"Humans have many imperfections, such as character, will, strength, longevity, wisdom, etc., but we desire to achieve that perfect and unified state, and the gods are the end of our long journey."

"His existence is our goal."

"Can humans also become gods?"

"I don't know, but we are approaching it step by step, and maybe one day, we will be able to reach this end point."

This seemingly ordinary and old pastor answered many students' questions with simple and wise sentences.Let everyone be sincerely convinced that some dissatisfaction caused by the discomfort of living in the sanctuary has been resolved, and they are even more looking forward to this journey of exchange and study.

Lorraine Hill also sat on a stump under the tree, and wrote this sentence on the thick and yellowed paper with a pen.

Compared with other classmates, she understood the old man's extraordinary background better.According to the system, the old pastor is an angelic sequence 8o priest of grace, and he is also a retired archbishop of the diocese.

Although due to old age (about 120 years old) and lack of strength, he is unable to compete for the position of Pope, his qualifications and seniority can be said to be very high in the church.

After the other students finished asking, the girl in black gauze raised her wrist.

"Do you have any questions, Rothschild?"

Among these few students, if you want to say who is the most concerned by Vincent, that is, this silver-haired girl named Rochelle. According to the care of some big figures in the church, if this girl can formally join the church, she will not pass. In a few years, she will be able to serve as the saint of the church and be in charge of a large diocese.

"I'm interested in angels, do they have a gender, are they physical, where do they come from?"

Contrary to what he said freely before, Vincent thought for a while before answering slowly.

"Angels have no entity, nor does it matter gender. When they are attached to a living being, they will appear in the form of that living being."

"However, what we are talking about here are high-ranking angels. Some ordinary angels do have entities. They are special."

"The more detailed knowledge about angels is recorded in the secret scripture room in the church. Because of some regulations, I can't tell you all for the time being."

"If you join the church in the future, you will grow up with age and qualifications, and you will gradually know the secrets of it."

"Huh?...." Hearing such an explanation, the students present were a little unhappy, but they could only understand that, after all, they did not have the obligation to fully open up to you.

"That's it..." Lorraine Hill lowered his head and whispered softly, drawing a small circle on the paper with the tip of the pen held by his finger.

However, it can also be seen from another aspect that the pastor was honest and did not deceive or mislead. Instead, he spoke directly. I cannot say these things casually.

When arousing everyone's curiosity, it also made these students approach the church step by step.

As expected of the former archbishop, such a bright conspiracy to recruit these geniuses from Emenas.

Knowing that no effective information could be obtained from the priest, Lorraine Hill had to think of another way.

Chapter 96 Morning Labor

In the next few weeks, these exchange students followed the old pastor to learn relevant knowledge, and gradually became familiar with life in the sanctuary.

early morning.

After a few students got up, they ran to the foot of the mountain to fetch water in the morning, and then transported the water to the water tank in the church halfway up the mountain.

Some of it will be used to water a small crop growing nearby, some will be boiled for drinking, and the rest will be used for washing.

wow——

Clear water was poured from the bucket into the large vat, and there was a burst of echo. Seeing that the water vat was about to be filled, several people pouring water on the side also put down the bucket.

"Okay, that's it, leave the rest to us." A tall blonde girl with a single ponytail said.

The four boys put down the buckets and ran to have a rest, while the three girls stayed in the arena. They will carry the remaining buckets to water and boil the water.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, several students carried out a simple division of labor. The boys were responsible for carrying water, and the girls were responsible for boiling water and watering.

"Bolly, go boil the water, and Rothschild and I will water it." The girl with the ponytail continued.

"Yeah." A little girl with dark hair nodded, and then took a bucket of water.

The remaining three buckets of water were carried by Rothschild and the girl to the small garden on the other side of the church, where some melons and fruits were planted for daily consumption.

"I didn't expect Rothschild to be very skilled in doing this kind of work." The girl and Rothschild were walking on the path, and they started talking.

The black turban slipped, and Rothschild looked at the girl in front of him, "I've seen adults do it before, so I know a little bit about it."

"Unexpectedly..." The girl rolled up the sleeves of her left and right hands to prevent them from getting wet, and carried two buckets of water to a small garden not far away.

"I always thought that Rothschild would be that kind of delicate girl, because everyone in school said so. Before, I was worried that your body would not be able to bear it."

The girl's name was Jelica, she was from Bridge Pier College, she was a rare exchange student, and she was not a student from Temple College.She is about 18 years old, and she is only younger than Hai Sen among the few people, and she feels like a big sister.

"Is Rothschild going to join the church in the future?"

The two walked into the garden and started watering the crops, Jelica asked.

"probably not."

Rosier stretched her hand into the cold clear water, raised her fingers, and sprinkled fine drops of water on these tender green vines and crop roots.Water droplets fell into the soil, darkening it slightly.

"Huh? I'm a little surprised." Jelica bent down, spilled the water skillfully, and said as she walked.

"Because you are very famous in school, many teachers are optimistic about you taking this path."

"Besides, the Church of the Angels is also the top-ranked large organization other than the major countries. Although it needs to abide by some commandments, it is not like other countries where there are many intrigues. It is very suitable for you."

Jelica said this to Rochelle as if she was admonishing her naive younger sister.

"I know, but I don't have that much pursuit of fame and status. I guess I will return to my hometown after graduation."

"Is it good to live in seclusion in my hometown? My dad said that if I don't do well in school, he will let me go back to inherit the family farm." Jelica put down the bucket, pressed her waist, and looked at the sky revealed in the sky. sun.

"Where is Jelica's house?"

"On the west side of Frost Rose, it used to be Verga's territory."

"Well, I'm from a border of Clancia." The girl said so, and as she bent over to water, a few strands of silver hair also scattered from the turban.

"Huh, it's almost there, we're here, we can just put the bucket back." After finishing speaking, Jelica took two buckets away, leaving an empty bucket for Rosier.

"En." Rosille replied in a low voice, following behind the girl.

After putting down the bucket, the two also started free time. They sat on a large rock facing the sun to rest and continued the conversation just now.

"Jelika is in the fifth grade, right?" Luo Xier asked.

"Yes, I was planning to graduate directly this year, but my dad told me to come to the sanctuary to practice and sharpen my arrogant character." After cleaning the rocks, Jelica lay down and stretched her hands. Open, looked at the sky and said, the golden single ponytail also fell on the blue-black stone.

"What about Rosille, since you don't join the church, why do you come here as an exchange student?"

"Because I'm curious about knowledge, I want to know something, maybe it has something to do with my background." The girl said.

"Oh... is that rumor true?" Jelica turned her head to look at the girl.

"What rumor?"

"Some students said that you are an angel reincarnated or descended into the world, but not many people believe it."

"This..." Lorraine Hill really didn't know if it was true.

According to the current speculation, the angel may be the product or transformation of the ancient people, and he himself is an ancient person. The relationship between them is still a cloud of fog.

"I don't know." She could only answer like this, with a slight ending in her voice.

Since she woke up, she thought she was in another world, and she gradually let go of the past.But not long ago, she knew a lot of truths. There may still be people of her own age or the same civilization left in this world.

This made her feel a little hope and nostalgia.

Some things, once known, cannot be ignored.

It is difficult for her to forget everything in the past, the rise and fall of civilization, those familiar words, poems, stories, experiences, brilliance and so on.

Just like the three questions in philosophy, if you don't solve them, you will feel hesitant and anxious.

Who are you and where do you come from? This has become a hurdle in my heart that I can't get past.

Why can I be reborn, why the god-like existence gave me a new body, and what mission and expectation do I have?

She desperately wants to know.

Is all this a continuation of the Tinder plan, or another inadvertent miracle.

If it is a certain mission and expectation, she has to judge for herself whether this mission is worth achieving now.If all this was just an accident, she would also be grateful, and then complete the fire plan buried in the dust, and light up the civilization on the earth again.

"I don't know..." Jelica murmured, looking at the blue sky.

"Then go and look for it, as long as you find the answer." She stretched out her hand, placed it in the center of her vision, and looked at the sky through her fingers, as if she wanted to hold the sky with her hands.

"Come on, Rochelle!"

The girl sat up abruptly, then stretched out her hand, pulling up Rochelle who was sitting beside her.

"Let's go, let's go back. The nuns and aunts probably have prepared breakfast. If you go late, you won't have anything to eat, especially you, whose body is so light, like cotton, you should eat more."

In this way, Lorraine Hill was dragged by the girl to the church down the hillside, where a wisp of smoke rose and the fragrance of wheat came from there.