Crown of Silence

Chapter 671 Believers

This is a tough question.

Now Schubert's scepter has turned into a seed and is hidden in her consciousness. If the one-legged man dares to do this, Ye Qingxuan, not to mention the Holy City, will not be able to get around him.

It seems that there is really nothing we can do.

Ye Qingxuan sighed and waved his hand: "It's already midnight. Let's go and rest. There's no need to stay here."

Soon, the masters dispersed.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and adjusted the brazier next to the stone bed to be more powerful. The flame burning out of thin air brought light and illuminated the pages of the inheritance book in his hand.

I can't sleep anymore, so why not take the time to study something.

It just so happened that Schubert's staff in the first half of the night gave him a lot of inspiration, and he already knew what kind of fateful chapter he wanted.

Ye Qingxuan planned to seize the time to perfect it. It would be best to complete the Chapter of Fate in one go in these two days, and then wait for the success of the Scepter.

Not long after, Ye Qingxuan heard his breathing calm down.

He put down the manuscript, turned around, and saw that the expression of the old nun on the stone bed had become peaceful, as if she had fallen into a long sleep, and her fingers were trembling slightly.

Finally, he opened his eyes again.

This time, the eyes were no longer empty, but old and turbid, with a shadow washed away by pain.

She stared blankly at the broken dome, and then her eyes fell on Ye Qingxuan. When she saw the religious badge on his collar, she whispered softly: "Is this... the kingdom of heaven?"

Ye Qingxuan slowly shook his head: "Unfortunately, mama, you did not ascend to heaven because of your piety and good deeds. God never accepted you, so you stayed in the human world."

"Where is this?"

"Return to the ruins."

Ye Qingxuan answered.

Confusion flashed in the old nun's eyes, as if she didn't understand what he said, and she didn't understand where Guixu was.

Ye Qingxuan sighed: "In short, it is a very troublesome place."

The old nun was stunned for a moment and remained silent for a long time.

"That's right, I'm still alive..."

She looked at the wrinkles on her palms and whispered softly: "God loves me."

"Don't you hate it?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at her peaceful expression and suddenly asked: "You should still have memories, right? Do you still remember what those people in the cult did to you."

The old nun fell into silence for a long time.

"I still remember in those days, many archbishops talked to me, and the Holy See also praised me -" she said softly: "This is probably my destiny. To have such qualifications, for me , is a lucky thing.

At least, it’s not useless except for prayer…”

Seeing the old nun's calm look, Ye Qingxuan felt a little unhappy for some reason: "How can anyone be born to become a consumable?"

As if sensing the dissatisfaction in Ye Qingxuan's words, the old nun smiled in embarrassment, "I think... someone has to consume themselves, right? What's more, it's for this world..."

The corners of Ye Qingxuan's eyes twitched.

madness.

He looked away, not wanting to say anything more.

To be honest, he regretted his choice a little.

Although I have long been prepared that the old nun is a fanatic, there are many types of fanatics. There are many people who are pastors and sacrifice everything, but there are also many people who are sheep and accept everything.

She is the latter.

Among countless kinds of people, only this kind of person is the least valuable.

You can't even live for yourself.

But soon, Ye Qingxuan discovered an advantage of the old nun that made him a little calmer.

No, putting it in Guixu is simply an irreplaceable advantage.

——She can cook.

——

At the dawn of the morning, when the masters awoke from their meditations, for a moment it almost felt like they were hallucinating.

After a long time, they smelled the broth.

Steaming aroma.

The soup pot and fire were made by Mabel. The meat was dried meat, and the spices were only a few peppers and a few onion slices sprinkled here and there.

The salt in the meat melted in the rolling water, mixing with the flavor of onions, and the stone-like compressed food melted in the soup, turning into gruel.

To be honest, it was very simple, but after eating compressed food for a week and putting my teeth through enough tests, being able to drink such a bowl of gruel almost made the masters burst into tears.

One master of variation has even crafted dozens of pairs of bowls and spoons, ready to sit down and enjoy.

Soon, everyone sat in front of the temporary dining table, and the old nun served breakfast.

Ye Qingxuan picked up the soup bowl, but noticed the old nun's gaze.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan and frowned in confusion.

"Your Majesty, why don't you say morning prayers?"

"..."

Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and for some reason, he felt guilty.

It seems that he has never said any prayers after leaving Father Ben and the church. To various extents, his role as archbishop is really unworthy of his reputation.

Even so, he still answered bravely:

"I don't have that habit."

As he said that, he lowered his head to drink the soup, but felt the eyes looking at him.

Inexplicably, I have an uneasy conscience.

Not only him, but everyone present felt guilty for some reason.

The old nun looked at the masters at the table and suggested softly: "Everyone, come and pray."

The masters looked up in astonishment and looked at the old nun. The old nun looked serious, gentle and patient, suggesting: "Praying before meals is a necessary etiquette."

Although she was an old nun, for some reason, at this time... there was an inexplicable majesty.

Ye Qingxuan swore that this was definitely the most pious meal he had eaten in the past year. After eating, he subconsciously got up to wash the dishes. When he looked up, he remembered that he was no longer in the church.

He sighed softly and put the bowl down.

In order to cover up his gaffe, he said lightly:

"I have something to do during the day, don't disturb me."

After that, he turned and left.

For some reason, he missed the priest a little.

I don't know if he is doing well.

——

More than ten hours ago, the northern wasteland was scorching hot.

Hundreds of kilometers away from here is the endless desert. The scorching hot wind blew from afar, passing through the thorns and bushes, and blowing through the gate of the village.

In such a hot summer, even the villagers were reluctant to go out. They took the opportunity to sleep during the day, leaving the fields cracked by the scorching sun and overgrown with weeds.

Under the loess wall, there was only a thin little boy riding his wooden horse in the thin shadow.

The color of the wooden horse had already peeled off in the sun, leaving only a faint trace. Even the eyes were blurry, and his friends laughed at him as "a blind horse."

The child would not feel bored. He would always enjoy himself in his own world, imagining himself as a noble knight, just like the group of adults stationed in the desert.

Waving his wooden sword, he bravely fought against the imaginary demons.

He had seen the group of knights before. They rode black horses past the front of the village. The thundering sound of horse hooves could be heard from miles away.

The dust was raised, and their armor reflected the glow under the scorching sun. There was a bloody cross emblem on the white cloak behind them.