Chapter: 2023
Moreover, this can effectively remove certain suspicions. After all, it is hard for anyone to think that the "criminal" who sneaked into the Chanis Gate before did not escape, but returned to the church swaggeringly, as if nothing had happened... �Thanks to Emperor Roselle for not plagiarizing criminal psychology, for not pointing out that many high-intelligence criminals like to return to the place where they committed crimes, admiring their own masterpieces and the helpless performance of others... Klein muttered a few words in his heart, picked up the Richardson took a sip of the black tea he had made.
After wetting his throat, he glanced at his personal servant and asked casually, "What is your deepest impression of East Balam and West Balam?"
Richardson, who was sitting next to him, didn't ask why, but thought for a while and said, "East Balam is more stable, while West Balam is more chaotic."
After the simple answer, Richardson looked sideways at his employer, and found that Dwayne Dant�s had half closed his eyes, as if you were continuing to talk.
After scratching his ear, Richardson considered his words and said, "Also, poverty, hunger, and whipping, uh, the original people in East Balam and West Balam used to worship the god of death, and later because of the belief in the goddess,' The righteous gods such as Lord of Storms and Eternal Blazing Sun have preferential treatment, and can gain status promotion and protection from the church, and large-scale conversions have occurred.
"However, as the number of converts increased, that special status soon disappeared, and many people at the bottom secretly worshiped the god of death again.
"This point is more obvious in the more chaotic West Balam. The descendants of the god of death always get a lot of support...
"These are all me, my father, who occasionally mentioned it when he was drunk."
Klein listened quietly, without interrupting the valet's narration, nor did he ask any further questions.
Soon, the carriage arrived outside St. Samuel's Church. Klein first enjoyed the dancing of white doves in the square, and then entered the large prayer hall. He took off his hat, and handed it along with his cane to Richard, the personal servant. Desen.
He randomly found a place to sit down, looked at the altar in the dim environment, looked at the little "stars" and the dark holy emblem, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, embarrassing and hopeless.
��If his guess is correct, he should have been watched by the goddess ever since he came into contact with the Holy Sword and made an oath with it. Every time he entered the church and pretended to pray, he felt like parading through the streets in the emperor's new clothes.
I don't know what attitude the goddess has... What is the position of the church... Well, let's test it first... Klein clasped his hands, put them in front of his mouth and nose, and prayed earnestly.
After seven or eight minutes, he slowly got up, walked to the offering box, took out a 50-pound note, and put it in devoutly.
After finishing all this, Klein turned to the side confession room, opened the door and entered.
Unlike the earliest confession room, which was a large wooden box with two doors, the modern confession room is an independent room with a relatively spacious space. The confessor and the listening bishop are separated by a baffle made of wooden strips, and each has a seat.
With the help of the faint light, Klein sat on the chair, and then heard the bishop behind the wooden baffle say in a mellow voice: "What do you want to say? The goddess cares for every one of her believers."
Klein then raised his right hand, tapped his chest four times clockwise, and said, "Praise the goddess.
"I want to repent. People from the military found me two days ago, hoping to sell a batch of guns and artillery to West Balam, so as to add some charcoal to the chaos there..."
After he finished speaking, the bishop behind the baffle did not respond for a while, as if he was surprised by the smuggling of arms, and he didn't know how to organize his words for a while.
There was an awkward silence in the confession room.
This scares you? Have you never met a confessor as frank and direct as I am? Would you jump up if I said I was plotting a murder of a demigod, hiding from the gaze of the Mother Tree of Desire and the True Creator? Klein slandered a few words, and continued: "When I was young, I really enjoyed an adventurous life, seeking wealth from iron, blood, and fire, but now I'm tired of this, and I hope to have a peaceful future.
"I should have refused, but I couldn't overcome the greed in my heart. This is a sufficiently attractive business, and it will help me gain a firm foothold in Backlund's upper class.
"I repent, I chose the noise and chaos in the end."
The bishop behind the wooden baffle finally responded, and said in a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, don't linger, there is no need to feel guilty if you are greedy to a certain extent, as long as you don't hurt innocent people and don't commit the crimes recorded in the holy scriptures." crime.
"Do it, follow your heart, and make the choice you want most. Only in this way can you truly recognize the teachings step by step and understand the true meaning of those words.
"Don't be embarrassed, remember one sentence, no matter when you sincerely admit your mistakes and repent, it is worthy of praise and forgiveness.
"May the goddess bless you."
"Praise the goddess!" Klein once again drew the crimson moon clockwise on his chest.
He came to St. Samuel's Church this time because he wanted to take the opportunity of confession, tell the church about his going into the arms business, and see what kind of reaction they would have, so as to spy on the attitude of the goddess towards him. JrNovels.com