Even if you become a witch, you have to eat oranges

"Stop, stop, stop! Stop talking about that friend of yours, I don't want to hear her name. Stop! Say! Stop!"

Eileen spoke word by word, and made a gesture of rejection with her hands on her chest, obviously rejecting this.

"Well...I think you two can become friends."

"Absolutely! Yes! No! Possible!"

Volume 76, third coffin: [-]. New cult sect

Zelu Shivenson is an official priest with the honor of being a member of the Holy See of Light. He has been active in the villages in remote areas outside the city for a long time.

However, with his outstanding achievements in long-term relief of disaster victims and his reaching the rank of official priest, he was transferred to the church in the Rhine City.

This is the outskirts of Beicheng District, a church close to the slums.

"Xi Wensen, aren't you from the countryside? There is a fellow countryman of yours over there. It's up to you to receive him!"

In front of the young pastor Sivinson was a middle-aged old pastor who was responsible for the affairs of the church and was a senior priest.

He looked fat, with a round face, small raised eyes, and was speaking mean words in a narrow voice.

"Yes, Lord Cullot."

Shivenson knew that churches would not turn away believers who looked ragged, but pastors were almost unwilling to receive such believers.

It is almost impossible for them to donate much money, and some of them are seriously ill and emit a foul odor.

"By the way, your findings have been reported to the bishop. You are indeed lucky, but don't expect to be transferred out of here based on your merits. Just stay here."

"……Yes."

Shivenson knew that a few days ago, Kulot discovered several girls who came out of the ruins not far away, but they were taken away by the city guards.There was a bit of a quarrel at that time, which would be very unhappy.

He skillfully explained the doctrine to the believer. Even if the other person asked a vague question with a country accent, Si Wensen could still explain it carefully and carefully.

He concluded the sermon with a baptism of blessing from the Holy Light.

"Hmph, it's a waste of holy power. You are so casual. What do those gentlemen who spend a lot of money think?"

A pastor from the same church walked by and left without waiting for an answer.

Si Wensen did not refute, but silently put away the scripture.He once dreamed of going to church in a big city, but now it seems that maybe a small place isn't so bad after all.

"Mr. Shivenson, I have a question for you."

As the most diligent pastor in this church and one who welcomes all comers, Sivinson knows the most believers.He has no airs and has good relations with many poor believers.

"you……"

Sivinson was about to answer with a smile, but when he saw the visitor's face clearly, his smile froze.

"Sir, when the church bell rings for the second time tonight. Please be sure to attend this meeting. Several adults are waiting for you."

"……I see."

……

In the evening, Zelu Shivinson made an excuse to leave the church and stayed in a remote hotel. He locked the door of the room.I checked my surroundings several times with the holy light.

He took out a piece of red paper from his pocket, lit it against the flickering candle flame on the table, and then it quickly turned into a ball of red mist.

The red mist enveloped him, but he didn't resist.Sivinson's consciousness seemed to suddenly leave his body and shuttle through the air, arriving at a mysterious space.

There were several figures sitting here discussing something. With the arrival of Shivenson's projection, these figures all turned their heads.

Feeling the eyes focused on him, Sivinson said calmly:

"Calling all the senior officials together, what's going on?"

A man whose body was wrapped in chains and whose hands were shackled was shaking the jingling metal chain and said in a low voice:

"God has given you a new will, and we have a new mission."

His codename is 'Prisoner', one of the top leaders of the new faction.

Next to him is the projection of an old man, and behind the old man is a figure with a strong body but dull eyes.

The 'Businessman' and the 'Butcher' always act together.

'Businessman' said in an old voice:

"Lord Hades needs sacrifices, and Lord Envoy will start a new sacrifice."

Sivenson was silent for a long time, thinking of those ragged but extremely devout believers who often said that they would devote most of their wealth to the Holy See, just to seek spiritual comfort.

"Where is the location? Where are the people to be sacrificed?"

He was a little dry when he spoke and his voice was a little hoarse.

"The details will be notified before the action. Anyway, you don't need to arrange people. You have other tasks."

An indistinguishable and featureless figure spoke. He didn't have many characteristics, only his voice was particularly cold.

This is the 'Assassin'. With the return of the 'God Envoy', this inseparable cadre has once again come to the main world.

"What do you need me to do……"

Sivinson became nervous. As a high-level official code-named 'Priest', he was mainly within the Holy See, so he had no direct subordinates or other tasks.

His main purpose is to provide information about the Holy See's trends, so as to prevent the cult group from being taken over by the Holy See without even knowing about it.

"As usual, report every move of the Holy See immediately. However, this time you have other tasks..."

The 'Assassin' spoke. This cadre was now giving notices on behalf of the 'Angel of God', and was the only one who had direct contact with the 'Angel of God' who appeared less and less frequently.

"You are all my Lord's most loyal cadres, so I won't hide it anymore. This sacrifice is not only for the resurrection of Hades, but more importantly, it is to fight against the old faction."

"They are a group of people who have violated the will of Hades, and they are existences that should be eliminated. The one chosen by Hades is the current 'God Envoy'!"

The 'prisoner' laughed, his voice sounded fanatical and bloodthirsty:

"I'm just about to take action on those guys. As long as I can kill them, it would be great. It doesn't matter, everything else doesn't matter."

"Master 'Assassin', what do you need me to do this time? Are we really capable of ambushing the 'Old School'? Is their legendary previous generation 'God Envoy' really resurrected?"

The one who spoke was the 'Businessman', and the 'Butcher' behind him remained silent, only following his lead.

"Yes, I can tell you that the envoy of the previous generation has indeed been resurrected. Now the leader of the old faction is her."

As soon as these words came out, several people present had different expressions. Almost all of them had heard the descriptions of the previous generation of divine envoys by the veteran cadres.

Although the old cadres were purged by the new envoy and surrendered to her.But almost all of these people vaguely pointed out that the former divine envoy was stronger, more ruthless, and had almost no flaws.

And with the return of the former cadres, these veteran cadres switched sides and split with little hesitation.Even if the new divine envoys once carried out bloody purges, in their eyes, the old divine envoys were not worthy of awe.

This group of people was basically recruited by the new divine envoy himself and had never met the old divine envoy.They are all directly loyal to the new god envoy Hilam for various reasons.

"In short, this mission must not fail. Our strength is limited and we cannot compromise any of the senior officials."

Volume 77, Third Coffin: [-]. The Pastor’s Past

"Shivenson, you still only need to do logistics this time. But don't think about not doing anything, you have to complete your mission."

"I heard that you got married last year? You are so leisurely and enviable."

The last instructions of the cult group kept echoing in my mind, and the cold voice of the indistinguishable 'assassin' lingered for a long time.

Shivenson returned to his home, a small house near the ghetto.Having your own house in a big city is already a luxury for ordinary people, but for a formal priest, it seems too simple.

The young man with a sad face walked to the door of the house.He stood still, rubbed his cheeks, and tried to look as if nothing had happened.

When he opened the door, a young female voice spoke:

"Honey, are you back yet?"

A young woman with a pretty face came out of the kitchen. She stuck her head out and looked at the door. She was wearing a simple dress and an old apron.

"Yes, Anna, it's me." Sivinson opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.He hesitated for a moment and then walked into the kitchen to wash the dishes together. He was skilled and participated naturally.

Anna is the daughter of a florist. Her beauty and gentle personality are well-known in the neighborhood. After she got married, the nearby tavern was filled with young men every day.

However, no one thought that marrying a young priest was a bad thing, and they came together with the blessing of their neighbors.

Sivinson stared at his wife's profile for a long time.Ana, who felt the gaze, looked back and blushed.

"If I were still in that small place, serving as a trainee pastor, I wouldn't be here today..."

Xi Wensen whispered in a low voice, with an unspeakable loneliness in his tone.

A few years ago, he was still working as a trainee priest in a small village far away.

Even if you are just a trainee, being able to use the Holy Light a little is already a respectable existence.

He has always been proud of his talent. When he showed his talent and stood out from the boys in the small church, the country boy felt unprecedented attention and envy.

A commoner who was supposed to live in poverty his whole life, his destiny was completely changed.

He actively studied the doctrine, completed his daily prayers seriously and meticulously, and was also the most diligent when he started working as a handyman.

"I will definitely become an official priest! Then I will live in a big city! Deal with nobles!"

No one would laugh at a young man's dream, especially since he is a genius in everyone's eyes and is excellent in all aspects.

It's just that some teenagers seem to have sarcasm in their eyes, and their clothing and temperament are incompatible with ordinary apprentices.

Finally, as time passed, more and more companions began to become official priests.

Some were transferred away from here, and some went to the Rhine City. The only one who stayed became the number two person besides the old priest.

Sivenson is still a trainee priest, doing the same work as those handymen.

There was no vitality in his eyes anymore, and everyone he saw seemed to be laughing at him.Those who became official priests were the children of nobles or priests.There seems to be a bottomless gap between them and ordinary trainee pastors.

Finally one day, Shiwenson, who always regarded doctrine as his code of conduct.I used my savings over the years to buy a bottle of good wine and gave it to the old pastor of the church.

"I know what you want to ask, hiccup, it's such a good wine...it's good to be drunk, it's good to be drunk."

The old pastor smelled of alcohol and his face was red. His eyes were a little blurry and he said vaguely:

"Just relying on prayer is too slow, and basic meditation methods are not effective..."

He was drowsy and patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder:

"Child, this is not your fault... They have been using holy medicine since they were young and have excellent meditation methods. Naturally, they have made rapid progress."

The young man asked with unwillingness in his eyes and a stubborn face:

"Is the Holy See just not going to give us the opportunity to be ordinary trainees?"

"Of course not." The old pastor glanced at him and said to himself:

"The Holy See is naturally good. It has given quotas to various places to recommend talented people for further study, and provided them with resources and guidance. However, in actual implementation...hehe."

The old priest looked at him with pity in his eyes.He was the most talented young man in this church, but the spot was not given to him.

"Is there any remedy now? Is there any hope for me to become an official priest?"

Xi Wensen was still very unwilling, with hope and begging in his eyes.

"It's too late, it's too late! You are an adult now and have missed the best opportunity. It's not completely impossible, but you dare not afford the price."

The young man's eyes lit up briefly, then dimmed again.He even hesitated to buy a bottle of good wine, and he could afford things that even the old priest thought were expensive.

From that day on, the young man who worked actively every day and kindly answered questions for believers disappeared.There is only one more young drunkard who is confused every day.

"Do you want to take it a step further? Want to become a full-fledged priest?"

One day, a drunk Shivenson left the church and heard a woman's voice in his confusion.

"What did you say...ah! Ugh, don't, don't bother me!"

"When you become an official priest, you can leave this small place, live in your own house, and let those guys who look down on you treat you respectfully..."

The red-haired woman's words were like the devil's temptation.No, she is the devil.

"I can give you something to increase your mental power and help you break through. Of course, the premise is that you have to do something trivial for me."

"S-stop joking!"

"I'm not kidding...I can give you a try."

A bloody hand grabbed Si Wensen's neck, and a cold feeling spread. His body went limp, and he opened his mouth weakly.

Something cold and greasy entered the throat.