MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 103

"Esther?" An Xu exclaimed.

The holy man took off her white veil and hood, and the brown-eyed girl appeared in front of Anxu. An Xu could recognize at a glance that she was the former elementary school girl. Esther had grown taller, but she was still not as tall as An Xu; her facial features were slightly opened, and there was still a little baby fat on her face, with round eyes and a round face. With a friendly smile, that soft smile is like an angel statue in a church.

"Ann, long time no see." Esther said.

An Xu gave Esther a big hug, and Esther hugged her back with a smile. The difference between the earl or the saint, alpha and omega is not worth mentioning here, they smiled at each other, as if the time of separation never existed.

Of course, the above one describes the feeling of no barrier after the reunion, and time is destined to leave traces.

Esther still looked as gentle and lovely as a dodder flower, but she didn't have the same dazed and indecisive atmosphere before. She inquired about the situation here, and quickly accepted the task of serving as the officiant on Lent.

"I have brought some like-minded brothers and sisters who can also help," Esther said. "In addition to Lent, some other problems can also be entrusted to us."

"Brothers and sisters who share the same goals?" An Xu asked in surprise, "Does such a person exist in Alinggu?"

"If you don't have one, you can make it yourself." Esther laughed.

The way she speaks is the standard language of the saints. She uses many honorifics, self-effacing, and soft words that Anxu cannot describe in Chinese. Such humble and simple language hides a lot of thoughtfulness and fear Subtext. Esther's eyes were clear and determined, and she knew exactly what she was about to do, and was not afraid of it.

"Wow." An Xu could only say, "Wow, it's amazing."

"It can't be compared with Your Excellency the God-Fated One at all." Esther looked at her with shining eyes, "I have been to Ann's territory with other holy ones... What Ann said is indeed true."

The composure that Esther showed just now seemed to be an illusion again, the way she looked at An Xu was the same as when she was taken aback by her many years ago, with little stars of admiration in her eyes. An Xu couldn't remember what Esther was referring to at the moment, she had fooled too much at the beginning, so she had to type haha. She looked at the elementary school girl who had obviously grown a lot, and once again felt the wonder of the branch line being carried out elsewhere.

It's as if the peach pit you dropped casually has grown into a peach tree. How much wind and rain has the sapling experienced outside the sight?

"How have you been these years?" An Xu couldn't help asking.

The life of a holy man is much the same, and if you are a holy man and want to live a different life, even to make others like you, the hardships are not enough to describe the hardships you face. However, Esther showed a bright smile. She stared fixedly at An Xu and said, "I'm doing well, thank you."

Thank you for showing me a bright world, so that I will not spend this life contentedly in the dark.

Thank you for creating a kingdom of God on earth, showing me that happiness is not an illusion, that struggles may bear fruit, and that suffering is not unshakable.

This kind of life-changing grace is too pale to express in words. Just as Esther would not say how dangerous it was to quietly spread "heresy" among the saints of the seminary, or how hard it was to organize this secret, nameless group, so she would not write at length about her gratitude. "Thank you," she simply said. As for more parts, let's show it with actions.

An Xu called teacher Nancy, and the three people with different painting styles in the seminary reunited again. The old ascetic didn't hug An Xu so casually, but she was full of emotions and sighed. With countless things to do before them, they didn't have the luxury of spending a few hours reminiscing about the past, and the meeting after years was over quickly. Nancy returned to the agriculture team, Esther began to prepare for the ceremony, and Anxu suddenly wanted to see Chris in the atmosphere of the long-lost reunion.

In order to reorganize the new border army, Chris can no longer be with Anxu all the time these days. Many times, the lord who has nothing to do has to go to see him himself. An Xu walked to Chris' office familiarly, and found that someone was already there.

A young woman and a younger boy, like two chicks who have finally found their mother chicken, flung themselves into Chris's arms, chattering and weeping. Chris wasn't crying, he was laughing, a smile you could use to keep warm on a snowy day. The knight hugged the two of them tightly, smiling from ear to ear. He laughed, laughed, until tears welled up in his eyes.

As soon as An Xu walked in, all the voices stopped abruptly, and the two crying faces looked at her vigilantly, as if they were watching a fox that got into a chicken coop. An Xu stood at the door inexplicably, watching the three people inside pushing and shoving at the same time for a while, just like scrambling to pay the bill in a food stall—oh, she understood, dare to say that each of them was trying to stand in front of others and block her.

Am I going to eat you or what? An Xu's eyelids twitched.

"My lord." Chris said first, "This is the rest of the Gale Knights. They don't know anything about the cause of the Black Beast Rebellion. They just know that I am still alive. Come and see me."

"The captain is innocent too!" the young woman shouted angrily. She and the other person wanted to say something, but Chris pressed down one by one, closing their mouths.

"This is Cherie, she's impatient. This is Adrian." Chris said, as if he was just introducing friends to each other. "This is Earl Anna, my alpha."

It has to be said that Chris has more or less grasped An Xu's mentality. She hates being deceived, and has a subtle desire to possess Chris—likes to show ownership, and she is not suspicious of all the objects her omega comes into contact with like most noble alphas. As soon as the last sentence was said, both Cherry and Adrian were about to cry again, but An Xu felt refreshed after being scratched to the itch.

"You guys are chatting!" She waved her hand, glanced triumphantly at the two new characters, closed the door and left.

The room became quiet, Cherry and Adrian looked at Chris sadly, one was aggrieved and the other was cautious. When Cherry was about to speak, Adrian tugged on the other party's sleeve from behind, for fear that she would say something that would rub salt on the leader's wound. The two fell into an unbearable silence, but it was their leader who was always too understanding to speak first.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Chris said, "She saved my life."

"But she...!" Cherry blurted out, and was pulled hard again. She bit her lip and looked at the collar on Chris' neck, her eye circles reddening again quickly.

"She, is she treating you well?" Adrian muttered.

Christ paused and said, "She's not a bad person."

Most of the people on the Bungalow defense line were unaware of these two reunions. Another thing that was much more important to the common people here was that more than thirty holy people had traveled here.

Although there are far fewer priests and ascetics, the holy ones will also roam around, but for safety reasons, most of them will not be too far away from Alingu. Wandering so far, the unprecedented number of people from Alingu's family is enough to make the people of Wenjialuo talk for a long time, not to mention that the things that the holy people do are different from ordinary wanderers.

Begging for alms, experience, and finding vacancies, the wandering priests basically focus on these three things, while presiding over ceremonies and listening to confessions are the tasks of local monasteries and churches. There is no church in the Bungalow line of defense, only the Bungalow Monastery, which is far away from the common people, and only nobles will come to the door to confess and pray on behalf of them. The civilians basically only see the priests on the day of Lent. As for confession? Don't make trouble, they are civilians.

The holy men who wandered here built a confession room on the edge of the town.

Thirty or so holy people, without penance or almsgiving, wait for people who come to repent most of the day. The Illuminati sect is prevalent on the Bungalow line of defense, and even those whose knowledge of "repentance" is limited to the penitential scriptures during worship are happy to go to the newly built confessional room to join in the fun. Yes, the ones listening to the confession here are not the priests but the holy ones, but there is only one choice if you can’t bear it, and if you have to confess, you will be picky and picky. Why don’t you go to heaven?

There were probably only six or seven people in the first group of people who ate crabs. These brave men shrunk into the confession room under the watchful eyes of the people. When they came out one after another, people they knew quickly came up to ask, and the answers they got were surprisingly consistent.

Great praise.

Some said that the holy man was favored by the gods and knew everything, and then vowed not to do bad things in his life; some said that he had been forgiven by God, and his heart knots had been untied for many years, and he felt that his waist was not sore, his legs didn’t hurt, and his whole body was reborn Some people claim to have obtained the truth of life from the confession room, and they will work hard according to the instructions from tomorrow to reach the pinnacle of life; …There are so many different things, but what they have in common is that the confession room is great, the Holy One is pretty good, and the confession is very worthwhile.

Under the recommendation of the first batch of experimenters, they entered the second batch, and then the third batch. There are as many people who want to repent as crucian carp crossing the river. The unanimous praise made others curious, and it was not only the uninformed villagers who came to confess soon.

Molly is one of them. She is a native of Bungalow, but she has been to the holy city of Alingu several times with the caravan when she was young, so she can be regarded as a knowledgeable person. She confessed once in Alingu, and the dark and cramped confession room made people feel anxious. Molly didn't know what to say in a panic, and was reprimanded by the priest behind the partition. She went back blushing and turned off her confession ever since. For a long time, I still have such nightmares. She couldn't imagine what a confession would be like after being blown up like a god, and out of curiosity, she couldn't help but try again.

The confessional here is not dark.

There is a small window in the confession room, through which a ray of clear light penetrates, making the small room look less cramped. Molly walked in, only to find a fur-covered chair on the floor instead of the kneeling cushion she had come across.

"How embarrassing..." she muttered.

"Please sit down." A voice came from behind the partition.

Startled, Molly slumped down on the chair. She rubbed her hands in embarrassment, thinking it was a bit deliberate to stand up again, so she sat obediently where she was. The Orion touched the fur, only to feel warm and soft, hey, what a fine fur it must be.

She thought to herself for a while before she remembered the purpose of her visit, and hurriedly apologized. "I want to repent!" She quickly uttered the line that she had thought up a long time ago, "I repent that I am not devout enough, that I did not scrub the statue every day!"

At this point Molly stopped, waiting for the Holy One to reprimand and question her. This is the usual flow of confession, but the holy man behind the partition did not follow the flow.

"What a pity," said the soft voice, "sister, why did you neglect to scrub?"

"Uh, this," Molly stuttered at the unexpected question, not prepared to answer in advance, and could only speak the truth, "Because I'm too busy..."

The holy man responded, and Molly seemed to be able to see the other party nodding his head and listening patiently. She regained her composure and continued to explain: "My omega died of illness a few years ago, and I have to hunt and work every day to take care of our two cubs. The younger one just ran away this year, and the eldest is about to divide. During this time, he began to grow rapidly , I’m hungry for everything I eat, I’m really half a child eating me to death..."

The Holy One didn't interrupt her, but continued from time to time, saying that her child was growing strong-what parents wouldn't like to hear that? Molly's speech became smoother and smoother, as if she was doing homework, she babbled a lot of things that no one would say on weekdays, and even confessed her guilt of offering shoddy goods (the good ones were eaten by the boss) come out. The words came to an abrupt end here, and Molly woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Withholding offerings to God and the church is not something that can be repented of. To put it seriously, it is blasphemy. It is very likely that you will find two priests standing at the door as soon as you open the door, and then you will have to spend several years or even the rest of your life in hard labor to atone for your sins.

"I will definitely give you double in the future!" Molly quickly remedied: "Even if you save money, starve the child to death..."

"That's a sin." The Holy One sighed.

Orion froze.

"My fellow believers, my sisters, you must know that God loves the world." The holy man said solemnly behind the partition, "The Lord who loves the world so much, why does he ask us to sacrifice ourselves to build the Lord's city?"

"But... doesn't the Bible say that we should build the city of God, not the city of man?" Molly felt that this statement seemed to be a bit different from what the monks usually said.

"Don't you think that all you have is not God's?" asked the Holy One.

"No, no, no!" Molly hurriedly said, "It's all God! It all belongs to God!"

"That's it." The holy man said with a smile, "Then, to build a city of man is to build a city of God. To take care of ourselves and our relatives and friends is to protect God's wealth. Because one day we will go to God. arms."

Molly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this statement, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it was extremely correct, more correct than any priest. After pondering for a long time, she asked cautiously, "So, isn't my sin considered blasphemy?"

"It depends on your heart. Do you believe in the Lord? Do you do good and avoid evil? Are you willing to continue to build God's city on earth?"

"Yes! Of course! I am willing!" Molly nodded hastily, "Continue? Me, when did I build it?"

"You are a good hunter. If you kill strange beasts and raise your children, you will build the Lord's city on earth." The holy man said calmly, "God will see."

Molly opened her mouth, and suddenly felt that the work she was doing every day suddenly became noble.