
The greedy City, the gluttonous power, the arrogant family, the brutal gangs, on behalf of the just prosecutor, is to guard the conscience, walk on the road of thorns, or fall into darkness forever. …… He woke up from a dream. He is a resurrected Promethean.
Chapter 37: dragon vein to dragon vein (five)
People in the town get up early. Many passers-by on the road have seen the drama of the cardinal. They saw Fulan, took off his hat and nodded to give a gift. A coachman was obviously addicted to the plot. He specially stopped the carriage, took the whip in his hand as a sword, with the tip down, and pressed his left hand to his right chest. He made a knight's ceremony. "Our knights." they all said that. Fulan let the horse walk along the uneven bluestone road with small steps, and 11 answers, which made the townspeople very happy. On the other side of the road is the Church of Liming fort. Fulan stopped in front of the building. We can't expect how gorgeous the church in the township is. The chapel is very simple and cordial. The window lattice is made of stone, and the craftsman with ordinary craftsmanship carves some rough flower carvings. The white glass window takes some thought, and uses light pigments to outline the colorful leaves, tangled vines and religious decorations, so that when the sun shines in, it can form a beautiful halo. Gradually filled with mist and light white smoke, in the curling wind, it seems to be dancing provocative dance, and the thin and tall clock tower extended from the eaves, the sound of the blessing bell, seems to be melodious for this light dance accompaniment. Consciousness affected the body. Matilda was sleepy like a child. Old Marlowe was panting. He could wipe water on his fur. Fulan was heavy enough, and now he added a big girl. If the horse could talk, now it might Snort and shout, "tweeter, do you still think I'm a strong boy?" "Hepburn, wake up." Fulan straightened the girl's knotted hair with his fingers. Matilda rubbed her eyes. "Dad, where is this?" "Church, let's do morning prayer." Fulan said, carefully observing her response. Matilda looked curiously at the stone sculptures on both sides of the church steps, and then turned to see Fulan's innocent smile. "Crazy believers are generally trained from childhood, but she does not have such memories." Fulan thought. There is only one hall in the church, stepping on seven steps and opening the door. There is a narrow passage in the two rows of wooden chairs. In front of each chair, there is a small leather mat, and on the back of the chair, there is a short thick wooden platform. When doing mass, people can kneel on the mat and put their arms on the wooden platform of the chair back. Looking up, there is no exquisite ceiling, and you can directly see the wooden ribs like the branches of a big tree. On the ribs, there are banner banners with the seal of light. On the innermost mass platform, the sacred emblem of the sword hammer is high above the ground. Fulan led the girl and picked a chair, "can you read the morning prayer?" Matilda shook his head, "what is that? Can you eat it?" There is no trace of impurities in the big eyes, unlike camouflage. She really has no memory of living in the Holy See and believing. "Read with me. Though you cry for a night, you will cheer in the morning. Those who sleep in the dust, wake up and sing..." "Although there is weeping all night, you will cheer in the morning. You sleep in the dust, you should wake up and sing..." Matilda read with a smile, and then impatiently jumped on the chair, jumping to pull the flag floating on your head. When he was ready to leave, the Priest of the church just came out of the side hall, "this monk, do you want to pray, or are you ready to go to the confessional room." "No, sir, I am not a believer of the seal of light." "Oh, what religion do you believe in? Forgive my offense, those hypocritical..." "I'm an atheist." "God, it's sad for people who don't have faith. Please believe that there's no peace of mind. Don't you feel pain and confusion?" He can't be a detached saint. By praying, he can extinguish the boiling and angry magma in his heart. "An eye for an eye." this Oriental vengeance thinking can call the secular beings happy and satisfied. "Thank you for your concern." Fulan coldly replied that he called matida to leave and came here to do a test for her. Fulan didn't want to have a time bomb around him. Depending on strong stimulation and past scenes, a person who has lost his memory can find his lost past. If one day, Paladin suddenly recovers, he has to face the terrible pale flame. The girl didn't respond to him. Matilda somehow hid under the chair and shivered like a cold. "I'm afraid, Dad." the girl reached out and grabbed Fulan's trouser legs, whimpering. When Matilda was put on Lowsant's back, Fulan saw that the old horse could not afford the weight of two people, so he took the reins and led the way in front of him. "What happened to you just now?" Fulan asked. "Dad, the flag with a sword hammer is so scary, I'm so scared." "It's a sign of the church, and what's terrible about it." "... as soon as I saw it, I thought of... Red..." the girl suddenly screamed, "a lot of blood..." She was shaking and almost fell off the horse's back. Fulan put on her coat and comforted her for a long time. "What did this girl encounter when she was a child?" Fulan wiped Matilda's tears, "afraid of the church's flag? Blood? It's not fanatical believers, that deep-rooted religious subconscious, there should be a response." At the door of gold-plated rose, the caravan of cardinal has been ready. The members are moving things towards the car like a fire. "Big man, it's your strength, help." Nicole called. "Their father and daughter just met, so they gave more free time, and I asked the workers to help me with the big things that can't be moved." head Bari took a picture of Nicole, and turned to smile at Fulan, "Quasimodo, go to clean up the room and don't miss anything." "My horse is also put on the caravan, and please take care of her." he pushed Matilda to Bari. "Dad, come back quickly." Matilda was a little reluctant, but immediately, he was pushed to her candy by the commander to attract attention. Nicole said in a low voice, "it's so terrible to maintain a big man. God, a woman in love is too terrible." Two floors of the hotel. Put the suitcase with money and the changed clothes in the trunk with the password lock. Fulan looked at the bulge of his finger and thought about finding some free time to verify whether he could change his body. The troupe could better cover up his identity, but at the same time, it lost a lot of private space. There are advantages and disadvantages. There is a small vase on the nightstand. The flowers in it have withered and the hotel has not yet had time to replace them. Fulan reached out his hand and gently stroked the withered petals, "come alive." he ordered. Nothing happened. He lost his smile and was amused by his own actions. It's the function of the gods to make things disappear again. That day, it was able to save the Paladin girl. It must be the magic of the Paladin that attracted the energy of the holy things in his body. Do you want to learn the magic and study how to use the grace of the holy things? First of all, whether it is feasible or not, it will take many years for optics to be the lowest level of divinity. Legal genius does not mean theological genius. Moreover, to master the premise of divinity, one has to be quite devout. An atheist who can perform divinity is a joke in itself. "It has been reborn, and it has an almost immortal body. People can't be greedy." Fulan smiled and shook his head, lifted the box and closed the door. "It's a pity that if the troupe can perform for more days, we can earn more money." after the hotel owner checked out, he looked at the team of cardinals and murmured. "It's a pity that you didn't go to the show, boss." the hotel handyman said, "the leading actor, although he looks scary, performed extremely well. He must have been in the famous theater." "Come on, have you ever been to the Grand Theater? Half a ticket there is equal to half a year's income." the boss said disdainfully, "you have to think about it, but you still don't go to clean up the guest rooms." The handyman despised a few words in the bottom of his heart, took the cloth and walked up the two floors. The guests who just left were very neat, so there was no need to take care of several rooms. The handyman was very busy. It's just that in a certain guest room, he looked at a delicate and blooming flower and thought, "Hey, I haven't changed flowers?"