A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Cloris and Walsh Caller are completely different. However, the girl didn't deliberately promote anything, but she didn't want to be a goblin in a daze and become a stepping stone on his way to promotion. When the time comes, people will be grateful When they woke up, they could only think that there was a goblin named Kale who gave them a way out.

Who remembers other storytellers?

"If you want to be successful, you shouldn't be opportunistic and opportunistic." In the last sentence, Cloris meant something.

Walsh Kahler could only maintain an awkward yet polite smile. The girl in front of him put forward ideas that were opposed to him, which obviously distracted some people, and these people were actually the ones who really yearned for piety.

In this situation of hidden contradictions, Moxiu stood up: "A piece of wood can be burned to become warm coals, and it can also be sawed as a ladder to make people go up. We don't have to do the same thing in different situations. What is right is always the best." He immediately eliminated the contradiction between the topics that Cloris and Walsh Caller were talking about, and then said, "But all things lead to the same end by different routes. We accept the guidance of the Holy Father, and all we have to do is to walk to the right end with the same vision no matter which path we take.”

Moses couldn't come up with such wicked missionary ideas as Walsh Caller, and he wasn't like Cloris, who likes to gossip and sophistry, but he was calm, down-to-earth, and his words were powerful, and he was more contagious than the two young people. force.

The elderly priest's lecture lasted for two hours. After the end, people lined up to receive the relief and left one after another.

Cloris was also receiving the meal. After it was over, Moxiu looked at her gently and asked, "My child, do you want to come to the Grace House for a sit?"

"You mean—" Cloris showed an excited expression.

"If you want, the Grace House can baptize you."

"Of course, I have long wanted to listen to the Holy Father's call!" Cloris readily agreed, but her heart was heavy.

Baptism is to label the soul as a god and have the ability to communicate with the gods. The strength of this ability depends on piety and the strength of the soul. It is not impossible to erase, and even after erasing, the gods may not be able to detect it, but they will eventually Leave a hidden danger.

It is equivalent to the church marking the small sheep in captivity with a watercolor pen, which can be removed after washing or shaving. Given the huge number of sheep, it is not necessarily easy to take a god if you just walk away. You count them.

But if the performance is particularly outstanding, maybe they will be dreamed by them when they sleep, chatting about the current situation.

Although she felt uneasy, Cloris had already anticipated this situation and was not too worried. She had done her homework on the degree of danger in this regard. The only thing she was not sure about was what kind of God the Merciful Father was.

Like the official gods, the deep space sages who rule the Church of the Stars are very tolerant to believers, allowing believers to have multiple beliefs, and protecting their souls when encountering the mark of evil gods; while the gods of the Church of the Earth are not so gentle , It’s better to say that the Buddhist family is lazy. He distributed most of his authority and allowed several temples to stand on their own. For more than 200 years, he has hardly performed any miracles. There is a hidden trend of coming from behind, therefore, belief in the Mother Earth Goddess can also have multiple "credentials", people don't care at all!

But if you meet the sun god...

Sorry, if you don't have the skills to put a hat on the sun god, you have to be prepared to vaporize.

With such concerns, Cloris followed Moxiu closely and came to the mansion of the Grace House...

174. At the Grace House

Moses led Cloris and sixteen other believers who were eager to be baptized.

Behind the iron gate is a mansion in the style of a Gothic castle. The mansion is not so conspicuous.

Next to the mansion is a church where baptized believers are eligible to worship, and the nearby alms shed provides enough food for two meals a day.

This place is not as good as the Sim Manor, which has a large area of ​​gardens and flower beds. Behind the mansion is a field, in which are planted potato plants that do not require light and are rich in starch. The courtyard borrowed the source power of Hurricane Island's spirit veins.

However, such efficiency is not as good as lighting after all.

A moderate amount of sunlight will bring more vitality and vitality to life in the sense of mysterious characteristics.

Therefore, the wasteland layer that can be exposed to sunlight can be called the granary of the lower realm.

From time to time, believers walked through the manor. When they met Moxiu and his party, they humbly bowed their heads and drew a triangle to pray: "Holy Father, be merciful."

Mo Xiu responded with a smile.

The Gothic castle-style mansion is surrounded by corridors, and the terrain is complex. Crossing the gate where black and white, light and darkness intersect, Cloris's soul throbs, as if swept by something vaguely.

Walsh Culler exulted: "Jushaliah!"

He was very pious at the moment, kissing the threshold, and got up after step by step, his eyes were pure, as if his heart had been purified.

Cloris didn't dare to be indifferent, she closed her eyes and said the prayer silently, and then stepped into it with a pilgrimage attitude.

In the hall on the first floor, there is a naked male statue in the center.Half of his face is solemn and sacred, while the other half is twisted and stretched, drifting away like wind and sand.

He held the tilted balance with nothing on it in one hand, and pointed to the distance with the other. His shoulder blades were torn apart by the trajectory of the wind and sand, and a lifelike red baby crawled out of it, just like in the womb.

Its perfect and vigorous flesh body is full of faces, like all living beings.Their mouths kept overflowing with blood, and the blood gushed down, and the men and women sitting on their seats crawled on their backs, licking their heads.

"Eushalia..." Cloris murmured to herself.

She couldn't identify the materials used in the sculpture. The torn trajectory was like a violent wind blowing sand, but it was framed by an unpredictable mystery. It seemed dynamic and static, exuding breathtaking holiness and weirdness, and the contradictions made one's heart palpitate. .

No need for anyone to speak, Cloris knew that it was the first saint of Grace Church, Yusha.

Suddenly, babblings pierced through the bricks and stones from the heights of the castle. Suddenly, the noise was as loud as a noisy market. Suddenly, a heart-piercing scream broke out, echoing in the hall, and the desperate cry was suddenly extinguished within three seconds. .

In just a blink, everything is like a fleeting image.

"Qifa is baptizing newcomers," Moxiu shook his head and said, "Come with me..."

"No, no, no!" shouted a terrified believer, "I'm getting out of here, I don't want to be baptized, you must be like those cannibal butchers, lured us in and sold (meat) )!"

"Staff, in the end, we had to sacrifice our flesh and blood, otherwise we would not be able to get rid of our sins." Moxiu said kindly.

His words had a rich religious connotation, but to the ears of the terrified, it had another meaning.

"I don't believe in religion anymore, let me go, I want to go, I want to go out!" Shi Dafu scrambled and scrambled, and fled outside the door. He felt the halo shrouded by the street lights outside the castle, the light and fog It was within reach, but the moment his fingertips touched it, the world suddenly dimmed, and the door closed strangely!

He dazedly touched the metal relief on the door, and the outline seemed to be distorted. The originally cheerful and attractive angel suddenly turned into a deformed devil. The rotten flesh and blood melted and fell off, breaking into pieces like a blender. The dregs of the flesh oozed out of it like cream.

Shi Dafu turned around in astonishment, he looked at the crowd, at Moxiu, his eye sockets widened in horror, the eyeballs were round and protruding like fish eyes, and the pupils that gradually turned red in the bloodshot reflected complex phantoms, as if seeing What strange thing, it seems, is the effusion in the eyeball, which looks extremely turbid.

He knelt down slowly and raised his arms towards the sculpture: "Jushaliah!"

"Boom!"

The voice of repentance sounded on the black and white floor tiles, his skull was cracked, and the ground seams were stained blood red.

Cloris watched this scene with cold eyes, expressionless.She looked at the bright path outside the gate, and the iron gate at the end of the path still had the figure of a refugee looking up. The girl couldn't understand why the man stopped suddenly, and why he suddenly turned around and committed suicide.

Does that door restrict people's entry and exit?

Soon, she saw Shi Dafu's body sinking slowly, no more flesh and blood, and the floor tiles were as clean as new, but there were a few dark and gray lines.

This scene frightened many people, but instead of being so stupid as to run away, they sincerely recited scriptures and begged the Holy Father to forgive their sins.

"Shaqima?" Moxiu smiled.

"This is..." Cloris swallowed her saliva, "Is it the Holy Father's punishment?"

"It's a gift," Moxiu said with Cloris' logic, "The Holy Father listened to his wish, and he will leave forever and return to the embrace of the Lord."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Moxiu..." Cloris showed fear, this time it wasn't a disguise, anyone would be horrified by this, she hurriedly apologized, "I'm not pious enough..."

"Okay, I know that this is the first time I encounter such a thing, it will indeed scare the lambs, you don't have to worry about it, we should remain in awe." Moxiu comforted.

Cloris nodded, and began to constantly confirm her mental state. She didn't dare to think about things that were too deep, and she didn't dare to recite the scriptures of the Grace House silently at this moment, but recalled them in her mind for a while. Follow the details of doing odd jobs in a brothel.

This is her overlapping experience with Sakima, and it does not involve any supernatural events, and even if it is detected, there is no place to arouse suspicion.

"Shaqima," Moxiu suddenly asked when leading everyone up the stairs, "What is your most sincere wish?"

The most sincere wish?

Cloris really didn't know how to answer, and she didn't dare to lie in this situation.

To live with Xia Xia, or to live a pampered life with Ilona, ​​or to be so strong that no one can bully her, and...to take revenge on Veronica, that bitch and succubus?

She thinks they are all good, but the most authentic wish is not like a multiple-choice question. Cloris is really worried about the power of rules involved in this question, and she must give up others for a certain wish.

"I don't know," Cloris said anxiously, "I'm guilty, Mr. Moxiu, I have distracting thoughts, I'm not pious enough, it's really hard to choose..." She asked again, "Sir, you are the most authentic What is your wish?"

"I don't know," Moxiu smiled calmly, hiding a smile under his beard, "but, no matter what it is, Shaqima, you must remember to always remain in awe when facing it, Don't escape, don't indulge, don't be lazy, don't be greedy..."

175. Omen ([-])

Moxiu brought the believers to the place of baptism, the Provincial Hall.

In the hall, there are piles of reliefs and exquisite murals. Behind the door is a kind and compassionate plump woman.

Moxiu took out a delicate crystal vial from the alcove and poured the milky white essential oil mixed with colorful dust into the incense burner. He shook his hand slightly, and the intoxicating fragrance gradually permeated the hall.

Beside the censer is a basin of silky transparent solution. Believers line up, and Moxiu recites scriptures solemnly and sacredly under the refraction of the dome, then dips his index finger and middle finger into the solution in the basin and applies it on the eyebrows of the believers.

The eyes of the baptized people gradually blurred and the corners of their mouths raised unconsciously, that smile seemed to mean happiness.

"Hallucinogenic...?" Cloris smelled the incense from the censer, she didn't hold her breath, and let the smoke pour into her nostrils. The moment she inhaled, her mind became dizzy, and her consciousness was no longer very clear.

At this time, the [Pearl of Rest] sewn between the ribs by Cloris played a role. The girl felt that her consciousness was split into two parts, the surface part was in a trance, and the inner part was tense in rational The last sober thread.

not hallucinogenic...

Cloris quickly figured it out.

is a dream.

She walked up to Mo Xiu with a smile, and the girl's perception of reality became extremely weak, as if separated by a curtain.

What Moxiu recited, she couldn't hear clearly, but let the priest dip the solution between her eyebrows and seep into her soul, and the back figure 21 guided her to sit down on a row of chairs.

Cloris seemed to know that she was dreaming, and seemed to feel that her so-called "knowing" was the subconscious feedback of the dream.

The sense of fragmentation in consciousness is stronger than entering the collective dreamscape that Veronica shaped.

Cloris saw Xia Xia.It was a small town in the mountains, with a warm sun and idyllic scenery. Xia Xia was with her, but the two of them never communicated.

A woman in full bloom came over. She was dressed in a military uniform, and she bent down gently to caress Xia Xia's pink braids. The whistle of the distant sky suddenly sounded, and a giant steel beast was moored in the sky. It seemed to be the horn of an expedition. Urges the woman to leave.

In the end, only Xia Xia and an old maid were left in the huge house.

"Cloris, Xia Xia is fine today."

The girl seems to have heard such a conversation. She accompanied the lonely animals in the room reading, playing with puppets, writing and drawing, but like a ghost, she just watched a movie passively, never thinking about leading anything, nor Never thought of saying a word.

On a sunny day, the old maid took Xia Xia to the church school to study. Cloris was very happy, thinking that the little animals could finally live a normal childhood, but she seemed to see other children in the classroom laughing.

Laugh at her accent, laugh at her ears.

That is the characteristic of elves after all.

Xiaxia, who wanted to make friends, was isolated. The children chased and sang cheerful nursery rhymes, but the little animals ran away to the house.

Finally, the little animal shrank into the bed, hugged the black-haired puppet in its arms, and said with a choked voice, "Cloris, don't worry, Xia Xia is fine today too..."

"No!" The puppet growled suddenly.

Xia Xia woke up suddenly. She looked at the bright moon outside the window, and then glanced at the puppet in her arms, feeling a little confused: "Cloris..."

On a new day, she will continue her class with laughter.

Cloris felt that the roots of her teeth were bleeding. She wanted to indulge her rage and cut all the boys in the classroom into a pulp with thread, but her split sanity was like a thread, which would always make her rein in the precipice.

It's a dream...

Yes, she wants to be with Xia Xia.

"Look, she's crying—"

Cloris' eye sockets suddenly turned red, and the dream seemed to be stained with blood.

Her footsteps were like iron blades rubbing against metal, the sound was piercing, screams of fear followed one after another, the crying child was picked up by the neck, and the nun who had just stepped into the classroom faltered in fright.

"Cloris..." That seemed to be a happy, helpless, and begging murmur.

At this time, Cloris remembered what Mo Xiu said:

Don't escape, don't indulge, don't be lazy, don't be greedy...be in awe.

In awe.

At this moment, why does she need to be in awe of her dream of doing whatever she wants?

Is this a test of faith in God?

Suddenly, Cloris raised her head, and the island was opened to the sky like a sandbox. Outside the world, there was an extremely tall humanoid figure with thousands of faces and heads, and each wing was wrapped around a dream. , each arm is dragging a confused figure, hell is under his feet, and the most holy and infinite light is on his head, like a wandering star in the universe.

Behind the infinite light, there seems to be a huge dream like a galaxy, and this angel just occupies a corner of the huge dream.

His chest ribs were opened, and the squirming vesicles emitted the sounds of thousands of dreams, and he was only an insignificant part of them.

"Moxiu..." Cloris whispered, "What do you want me to do...?"

Why did Moxiu remind himself alone?

Because he is optimistic about her talent, or because he has insight into her hidden secrets?Or is it just whimsical?

Without Mo Xiu's reminder, she might get lost, or she might not.

The angel looked after the light ahead, urging her to indulge herself—kill them, kill everyone, and let Xia Xia stay by her side forever.

This seems to be her true wish.