Looking at the people in front of him who were full of vigilance, alertness and even hatred for him, Wright was a little silent for a moment.

He was not a good preacher—even a good pastor, he had known this long ago.

He was just an orphan picked up from the pile of firewood. He survived all by the kindness of the old dean of the monastery. For the twenty years before awakening the talent of the Holy Light, he was just a servant and servant in the monastery. He was not like those orthodox priests who had received a complete theological education, nor was he like those talented and lucky ones who could learn how to face the intrigues of the upper priests in a very short time.

The year when the old monastery dean died, he felt the call of holy light in his crying. The "spiritual gift" of God-given treasure saved him from the fate of becoming a monastery slave labor after the death of his protector. From then on, he took off his straits and put on the throne of a priest, but he was still the rude and inferior servitude in everyone's eyes. He received the full set of education that a formal priest should receive, and strictly and almost harshly fulfilled every virtue code recorded in the sacred texts - because the old dean once said that those virtues are the biggest difference between humans and beasts.

But after he learned all those things and turned them into his own code of conduct, he found that he was farther away from other priests. The teachings of the Holy Light that he attached great importance to seemed not so important in the eyes of most priests in this era...

He knew that he was an alternative among the priests, he knew that the regulations he stubbornly followed were no longer suitable in the eyes of the priests of this era, he knew that all the slander, plot and exclusion behind them, but he never said it. Because he at least firmly believed in the last thing: the holy light is used to protect others, and the Holy Light God ultimately protects the world, and those who use the holy light, even if they no longer value classical virtues and ethics, they are at least on the side of justice.

So he calmly accepted the church's exclusion, which was his "inappropriate" price. He also calmly accepted the task of preaching in the wilderness of the southern border without any support, because the gospel of spreading the holy light was what he was most willing to do, but he... could not face the people in front of him calmly.

Even when he was the most failed and most difficult time in his mission, he was only facing the numbness of the people, but in the faces of these people, he saw real hatred and hostility.

"I am the pastor of Cecil, Wright Aviken, you can call me Wright," said the tall Wright, and walked up to the people and sat down slowly. "I am the only pastor of the Holy Light in this land--so you can regard me as the head of the Church of the Holy Light. As you see, I have no weapons and no hostility, I have left the central part of the Church of the Holy Light, and now I just want to know what exactly happened in the Holy Spirit Plain."

"You burned our church!"

A young woman shouted involuntarily, but she was immediately pulled by the man next to her.

There were more than twenty people here, but Wright only had one, but these twenty people were in great tension - because they knew that the priest in front of them was an extraordinary person, and the power of the extraordinary person was not something that ordinary people could fight against, not to mention that the priest also had those bulging muscles on his body. Even if he did not have extraordinary power, the people on the scene might not necessarily be his opponent...

And there is a more important point: this priest is the only priest in the territory. Does this mean that the priest was sent by the lord to "review" them?

They did not expect that they had finally escaped from the Holy Spirit Plain and were subject to scrutiny by the clergy of the Holy Light in this new shelter.

Wright saw the tension of these people and slowed down his tone: "Don't worry, I only represent myself - I do not represent the lord, at this moment, I do not even represent the church. Regarding the burning of the church, I heard rumors on the way to come, the Holy Light Priests of the Holy Spirit Plain... Why burn the churches of other denominations?"

People looked at me, I looked at you, and finally someone spoke again: "Because they found evidence of someone performing a cult ritual in the church... and the main priest of the church did turn into a monster afterwards because of the magic of evil spirits..."

"Then why are you exiled? I can feel that you are all just ordinary people..."

"They force us to change our faith," the woman who spoke first covered her face. "They used the holy light to light the fire, and let us make a choice next to the fire. If we convert to the holy light and donate half of our family fortune as atonement, we are innocent. If we don't convert to the holy light, we must go over the fire to prove our innocence. They say that the fire ignited by the holy light will only burn the sinful people. If we die in the fire, we will be the minions of the cultist..."

The person next to him continued, "Someone was pushed into the fire, some people converted to the Holy Light, and we... escaped early."

This topic has been opened. These people who have been worried for a long time seem to have been held to a critical point. They no longer care about anything at this moment, and they all talked about the difficult situations along the way.

"As soon as we escaped, they said that we were all bewitched by the evil gods and were already hopelessly corrupted people..."

"They burned the house we left in the city, took away the property from our house, and chased the escaped people with the lord..."

"We spent all our money, bribed the soldiers and merchants, and ran south from the Holy Spirit Plain--because the north was close to the capital, and there were more churches of Holy Light there..."

"We first took a carriage, then walked to Pittburg, and finally we were stuffed into the cabin like fish, hiding and searching between the barrels, and we could hardly lie down and sleep - we could only lie down every time a few people lie down and everyone took turns to sleep..."

"Three people died on the boat and were thrown into the river..."

Wright listened quietly to everyone's experience, under his priest's robe, his fists clenched again and again.

He could hardly imagine that this was something his former church compatriots would do... Are those people crazy? Did the last trace of the Holy Light disappear from their minds?

Who judged the heresy? Use the holy light to ignite the fire to identify evil? What is the atonement gold!

After everyone finished speaking, the scene was silent for a long time until Wright took the initiative to break the silence: "In the city... there is a small chapel to the north of the Mage District, which is my church.

"No, I won't force you to convert. I just want to tell you that if any of you are sick, injured in the future, or if a child wants candy, you can go there to find me...I've been there all the time."

After saying this, the sturdy priest, like a warrior, stood up and left the place quickly as if he had escaped, leaving the people in the shed looking at each other.

Wright quickly passed through the streets and returned to the church. He took out the letter from the regional church headquarters from his arms and read every word on it carefully. Now, he finally knew what the letter said in it, the Pope called on churches at all levels to fight heresy.

He finished reading the letter, and after a long silence, he finally raised his other hand and rubbed it gently twice.

A ball of white light burst out from the tips of his fingers. It was a slightly dim holy light, but it was still enough to ignite the paper - after a few seconds, the letter turned into a handful of ashes that drifted in the wind.

Outside the church, a lazy and elegant figure who seemed to be out of place with the pedestrians around him stopped for a moment.

This is a tall woman wearing a lilac gauze dress. In this cold early spring, her thin clothes were extremely eye-catching, but the pedestrians coming and going around seemed to have not seen this woman, but walked past her one by one.

The woman had a layer of the same lilac veil on her face, only a pair of curious eyes were revealed. At this moment, those eyes were looking at the direction of the church gate. Although the gate was closed now, she seemed to be able to see the situation inside through the gate, and laughed softly while looking: "Hmph...humph...humph, humans are really a complex creature..."

Then the woman withdrew her gaze and looked at the city that had already developed in front of her.

"Anotherwise... Why did this place develop so fast... When did these small buildings be built? When did these people emerge..." The woman muttered and raised her waist, "Didn't they all go to shed last time?"

Just after muttering this sentence, a crisp but annoying scream suddenly came from behind: "Wow! It's you again!"

The woman turned her head in an instant, and she saw the guy who was like a short winter melon, half of the elves and half of the day, who was standing behind her, and pointed at her with a half frosting stick (a local snack) in her hand very impolitely.

Then the annoying mixed-race creature yelled again: "And you are wearing the same clothes and veil as last time - are you so poor?"

Melita Pernia, a senior agent of the Miltese Treasure House, a top service practitioner who specializes in handling senior customers, a lady with good cultivation and elegant temperament, wants to kick the guy in front of her again.

But the next second she spoke with a reserved and dignified smile: "I'll visit Duke Gowen? Cecil, please lead the way."

"Oh," Amber quickly stuffed half of the frosting candy stick in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it, then reached out, "Six copper plates."

Melita Pernia trembled her eyebrows: "Aren't three last time?"

"It's rising, I'm getting bigger now, it's twice as expensive," Amber made a remark. "You'd better make a decision quickly, maybe you'll have to rise again..."

Half an hour later, Gao Wen, who was studying mechanical design drawings in the study, was interrupted by a cry suddenly coming from the door: "Hey! Gao Wen! Someone is looking for you!"

Gao Wen looked up suddenly and looked at Amber in surprise: "How did you enter through the door... Hum? Miss my little pony?"
Chapter completed!