Ms. Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either

But they conspired to suck my soul together!

Stay in this fairy tale world where everyone wants to suck the soul of the immortal.

Facing the crowd full of desires, as long as the undead have no feelings...

Doesn't seem like a big problem?

Chapter 34 Chapter 32 I gradually understand everything

Londinium East, Crossroads Supermarket, 8:00 am

He hung the sign of going out on business early on the gate of the church to avoid believers waiting. Broca has already come to the Crossroads Supermarket to purchase the daily necessities that the church will need in the next few days.

There are fewer and fewer people in St. John's Cathedral, not only believers, but also priests. Originally, there were ten priests including Broca, and nuns lived in the church, but as the church declined day by day, funds became increasingly scarce , Eight priests have chosen to leave the church.

Some of them have joined the Anglican Church, which is a good place to go. Broca, who has really understood the Anglican Church, knows very well that this new church is definitely not as full of sin and blasphemy as the rumors smeared. They are also attracting people. Doing good, but in a more worldly way.The few priests who left St. John's also found positions in the Anglican Church and are now active as missionaries. It seems that because the Anglican Church adheres to the principle of high salary and honesty, their lives seem to be more nourishing than before.

Of course, there were also a few who chose to travel to other countries and regions on Terra to spread the idea of ​​God, and Broca also sincerely wished them a smooth journey.

But this is not something she cares about. Now, only she and a little nun who grew up in the church are left in the huge St. John's Cathedral. Abandoning the plan, even if she puts in more energy, she still intends to maintain the various functions of the church.

After choosing fresh and easy-to-preserve vegetables, Broca walked towards the cashier, smiling kindly as always, and placed the selected products on the cashier, waiting for the waiter to settle.

They are all acquaintances, and Broca asked casually in a friendly way:

"How's business going recently?"

The boss is a middle-aged Luper in his forties, but he nodded when he heard the words:

"My business here is doing well, but..."

She showed a worried look and asked:

"Miss nun, I heard that your life is not easy?"

Broca was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the ball to be passed to him. He smiled helplessly, didn't nod, and said ambiguously:

"Not too good, but not too bad either."

Unexpectedly, the proprietress only showed an expression of "I believe you a ghost" on her face, she shook her head and sighed:

"It's not too bad? Do you think I don't know? Your business there has been snatched up by the Shenggong sect next door!"

Broca smiled wryly, and wanted to explain that accepting the prayers and confessions of believers is an obligation of the Holy See, not a business, but after thinking about it, maybe for a person of the age of the proprietress, this is a kind of business. .

Believers are customers, and churches are shops. Believers walk into the church with worries and regrets, put the peace of mind they want to buy on the cashier counter, and wait for the priest and nun to settle and resolve one by one, so what they gain is a sense of comfort. Some prayer money and the like paid are naturally the price of the commodity.

Yet another way of understanding the church.

Broca smiled slightly and nodded, but the next moment, a flash of light flashed in his heart.

However, the time was too short, and the inspiration disappeared in a flash. She failed to grasp the key to the problem, but frowned and greeted the proprietress, and walked out of the store.

The proprietress' worried advice came from behind:

"If that doesn't work, why don't you join the Anglican Church? From what I can see, it's actually the pastor of your original church. Isn't it just a different name? What's the matter?"

Broca frowned, carrying a food basket, but instead of returning to St. John's Church immediately, he wandered around the downtown area of ​​Londinium.

What the proprietress said is not unreasonable. The same is to attract people to be good. The Anglican Church and the Catholic Church are actually doing it, but why is the Anglican Church now like a tiger, while the Catholic Church, which should be a giant and unshakable, is in decline? , how about the precarious appearance?

Just a few red tape amendments and the temptation of a few small profits are enough to make devout believers abandon orthodox beliefs and join heresy?

What is the world?

With such an idea in mind, Broca stepped into the civilian area where humanity was most evident.

However, before taking two steps, she was interrupted by a noise beside her.Turning his head, he saw a whole queue of Victoria Royal Mounted Police.These professionally trained mounted policemen are the police force in all areas outside the core area of ​​Lentinium [Financial City], and they are mostly scattered in the streets and alleys on weekdays to patrol the streets and alleys. She is also in the case of gathering together like today. See you for the first time.

The noisy downtown fell silent in an instant, the laughing children stopped chasing, the noisy vendors put down the steelyard, and the bored shopkeepers sitting in front of the door raised their heads, watching the mounted police team slowly pass by with awe in their eyes. , kept chanting words in his mouth, with an unconcealable pride on his face.It was as if those mounted policemen riding tall horses and looking radiant were none other than himself.

Broca couldn't help blending into this atmosphere. When the mounted policemen passed by her side, she lowered her head humbly like an ordinary citizen, and waited until the majestic shadow cast by her left before slowly raising her head, watching Their backs were heading east.

Broca stopped walking into the civilian area.

She thought she already knew the answer.

At the moment when the mounted police passed by, she saw on the faces of these ordinary citizens in Lentinium, the respect for the gods was not lost, or in other words, respect!

The citizens fear the gods, and they are afraid that the gods will punish them, but they don't respect the gods, because they know that the punishment of the gods will appear after death, and they will live in the present after all.

The land of Terra has never been a quiet and peaceful paradise. Natural disasters, origin stones, infected people, ore diseases, and endless wars ruthlessly devour the life on the land, so people are afraid of the world and turn to the gods to seek death. The happiness and well-being of the future, and the stability of the afterlife.This is the reason for the rise of the Lateran religion.

But no matter how fearful they are, the people on the land are living in reality after all. No matter how chaotic and dangerous the land is, what countless people pray for is just a chance to sleep peacefully.And this opportunity cannot be bought just by relying on the church's verbal relief.

What they need is strength, strength enough to protect them in a world full of crises. This strength used to be manifested as a tribe, then as a mobile city, and now as a country!

The Catholic Church is pure-hearted and regards the Anglican Church's distributing breakfast as a shameless means of winning people's hearts, but it has never thought about it. In fact, the lifelong pursuit of countless poor people is to have a stable glass of milk and a piece of bread for breakfast.The church abides by strict etiquette, and regards the overly simplistic rituals reduced by Anglicanism as disrespect to God. However, as everyone knows, countless people come to the church in their spare time to make a living, seeking spiritual comfort, and Meeting their needs is the real obligation of the Holy See.

Respect comes from the people. When the people are fed, the people feel at ease, and the people can rest assured and boldly fall asleep. Only then is the power system of the church representatives stable.

But the Catholic Church has forgotten this point, hoping to strengthen the faith by restraining believers, and forcing respect by threats will only be counterproductive.

She suddenly realized what was the inspiration for her flash of inspiration in the store.

"God, the church, and people are a complete industrial chain. God is the supplier of goods and provides comfort to people. The church is the middleman. By gathering believers and cultivating pastors, it sells peace of mind for people all over Terra. They are guests who pay their own money, treasures, and other external things to buy the comfort produced by God from the church.”

"However, the Lateran Catholic Church deceived the customers by inflating the goods produced by God, and even the Pope, who is the manager of the store, began to imitate God's authority and sell such fake and shoddy forgiveness as indulgences. If there is only one, believers will slowly lose, and once a second shop appears, like Anglicanism, the exploited will immediately abandon them."

"That's why the mighty Rutland Catholic Church was defeated in Victoria!"

The nun figured everything out, turned around, and rushed towards St. John's Abbey.She wants to return to the monastery immediately, write all this into a letter, and deliver it to His Holiness the Pope in Lateran as quickly as possible, before everything is too late...

"..."

St. John's Cathedral main entrance.

Broca saw the RCMP again.

They gathered outside the main entrance of the church. The leading mounted policeman took out a parchment covered with Lateran seal from his arms, slowly unfolded it, and pasted it on the gate of St. John's Cathedral. Written in three languages, Lateran, Victorian, and Old Latin.

"Sister Broca, disregarding the Lateran Catholic Church's training, apostate and insult God."

"Excommunication is now imposed!"

"The Pope—Peter XI."

The basket fell to the ground.

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Chapter 35 Chapter 33 three questions

"My lord nun."

Indra bent down, patted the shoulder of Broca who was squatting next to the cathedral, and called in a low voice.

Drowsy Broca raised his head, noticed the worry flickering in Indra's eyes, and forced a smile.

"I'm not a nun anymore."

She shook her head,

"St. John's Cathedral is officially closed. If you want to pray ... go to the Anglican Church opposite."

"What is it for again this time?"

Indra frowned,

"Last time, it was because the Anglican Church provided free breakfast, but you didn't. What about this time? The Anglican Church doesn't have late-night supper."

Broca replied subconsciously: "Because the cathedral of the Catholic Church no longer exists."

But Indra frowned and said:

"Do you think people must get the church's permission to confess to God?"

Broca was stunned, then raised his head, and could vaguely see two tear-stained faces full of unbelievable expressions.

But Indra didn't say much, just took her hand and stood up, saying:

"Let's go, my eldest sister wants to see you."

Broca hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.

.........

Londinium Suburb, Villa Vin, 1:00 am.

The villa on the outskirts was extraordinarily quiet. If it wasn't for keeping a bright light for visitors, perhaps no one would be able to discover this mansion hidden in the forest.

Indra's escort only went as far as the gate. It seemed that she couldn't know what was going on inside the gate. After knocking on the door for Broca, she stepped back and gave Broca an encouraging look. .

Broca hesitated a second time.

Her intuition told her that when she opened this door, she would see some unbelievable truths and facts, which might shake her belief, her ideas, and even her confidence in living.

But she took the step anyway.

After crossing the threshold that symbolized the past life, Broca knew that there was still a long way to go, and the rhetorical question just now was definitely not something that a rough man like Indra could just say casually.He almost hit Broca's current heart disease, a thing she didn't want to face but would have to face sooner or later.

She needs to see what kind of answer this person who can point out the questions she has racked her brains to the point can give.

Inside the door, Wayne nodded at Wei Na and patted himself on the chest.

"Leave this to me."

He is conveying such a meaning

Wei Na understood, but she gave Wei En a fierce look, and she had no intention of getting up and leaving.

Wayne the bad guy.First, she used tricks to trick the other nun into despair, and when she was most vulnerable, she specially chose a late night to call her to this mansion in the suburbs that even Wei Na didn't know about. Pat your chest and say get out of the way, let me come?

What do you want me to do?

If I don't watch you here, you will do something to ruin the morals of the royal family and insult Aslan's noble blood tonight!

She, Wei Na, doesn't have high demands on Wei En, you can steal or rob, and even at the next level, you can ignore everything and play as a prince with peace of mind, but you can't steal women, let alone rob women, and most of all, you can't fight. Playing with women smartly!

Wei Na is very clear about how dangerous her elder brother is to women, who is both smart and handsome, noble in blood but also approachable and thoughtful.

She is very clear!

Because she is the one who gets caught!

Fortunately, she woke up early. In order to protect the young girls of Londinium from having a night spoiled by villains, she must keep an eye on the vicious lion, Wayne.This is also her mission as a king!

Not knowing what Wei Na was thinking with her blushing face at all, Wei En only heard the soft closing sound of the door, and then, footsteps sounded, walking quickly towards the living room behind the entrance.

Now even if I want to hide it, I can't hide it.

Wayne shrugged helplessly, took a deep breath, sat upright and looked towards the entrance of the living room.