Ember Gun

  Chapter 418 Fanatics

   "Destroy the gospel church? Kill all faith?"

  Lawrence looked at Curry, he couldn't help laughing.

   "What's wrong, is there anything funny?" Currie asked.

"I just found it very interesting. I heard them say. Before I came, you were actually responsible for the development of Orthodox Church. What kind of beliefs and doctrines Miguel said on his lips, but he was not good at these, he was just a The poor man whose mind has been confused by power, and you don’t mention this, give him all the credit...

  Are you weakening your existence? "

  Lawrence fiddled with the mask, and felt that Curry was a little incorrigible for a while.

"It's so funny, Currie Ferret, you are probably the most contradictory person I have ever met. You speak of patriotism and love for Gallunaro, but you also think that no matter who is the king, you can be the king, even if it is You don't care about a monster like me.

  All these things you do are to destroy faith, but you yourself are the creator of faith. "

   Lawrence stood up, and in the dark he looked at the long table below.

  People were eating, cheering, and praying. He saw Hu Ao, he gobbled it up, and he did not forget to draw a cross while eating. This was probably taught him by the girl next to him.

  His eyes shifted, and the reactions of other people were similar to his. They thanked God for the food. They obviously didn't know each other, but they greeted each other and prayed together unconsciously.

  "You are doing better than Miguel. That guy can't do anything except repeating the doctrine... But what is the use of these people's beliefs?"

  Lawrence asked, he didn’t understand why Curry worked so hard to fight for the faith of these people.

   "What's wrong?" Currie asked.

   "I think these people's beliefs are worthless," Lawrence said. "They are all poor people, the bottom of society, the rats nestling in the sewer...

  I’m curious what do you want their faith to do? They can't bring economy, they can't bring votes, and they can't even influence..."

  "Have you heard the story of the mad king?"

  Curry still looks calm, this guy seems to have only two expressions of smile and calm, as if he was wearing a mask.

   "I have heard that the mad king turned his back on his faith and was killed by the people on the throne."

  Lawrence seemed to have thought of what Curry wanted to tell, he went on to say.

"You want to use these people to make them a'popular'. It's impossible, Currie, these people don't have that courage. They are a group of wild dogs whose backbone is interrupted by reality. Even such cheap sacrament Make them grateful."

   "No, you don't understand such a person, Master Lawrence, but I do."

  Curry also stared at these people with Lawrence, his eyes showing nostalgia.

   "You are right. I am a somewhat contradictory person. I want to destroy faith, but I have to use faith to achieve my goal. In fact, I don't contradict this point. After all, this thing is just a tool for manipulating people's hearts."

"Like the secret blood, we usurp power from the blood of the monsters, but fight against the monsters themselves," Lawrence smiled at Curry, "It looks like another story of a dragon slayer turning into a dragon, there is Interested to talk about it?"

   "Actually you can see it too, can't you?"

  Curry was not eager to answer, but instead asked Lawrence.

   Lawrence nodded, he said.

   "Yes, you are a believer, a true fanatic, you know religion very well, and only in this way can you develop Orthodox religion into what it is today in Galunarone."

   "But what happened? It made a mad believer so hate religion and belief."

  Curry was silent, he was trying to recall the memories that he had abandoned, turning over the yellowed pages, and trying hard to find its trace.

  "It was a long time ago. I was born into a family that believes in the gospel church. The financial situation of the family is very bad. I often can't eat food. It is common to be hungry for a few days."

  Curry took a long breath and exhaled the old air from his mouth.

"I was the kind of person you were talking about, a wild dog whose backbone was interrupted by reality. I often wandered around the church and prayed for the sacrament, but although it was the sacrament, it was just some leftovers. It’s just something underneath.

  Life is terrible, but my parents have taught me faith since I was a child. Even if I can’t eat, I have to spend money to worship the idol. That is the most valuable thing in the family. A gold-plated idol of this size has been polished brightly. "

  Curry stretched out his hand as he spoke, which was the size of a finger longer.

  "Faith has nurtured me. My parents said that as believers, we must do good. Sooner or later, God will notice us, and then the bad days will pass.

  I have been looking forward to that day and doing good for that day. I hope I can live in a house with no air leakage and eat clean food..."

There was a little commotion below   . For some reason Hu Ao cried bitterly. He ate the food clean and the dishes were like new. He cried and prayed.

  Curry looked at Hu Ao, with a smile on his calm face.

"In order not to be starved to death, I became a soldier. Although it was very bitter, at least I had to pay attention to the food. I paid my sweat and blood. I climbed up little by little. I thought that my good deeds were finally rewarded, and I would let My parents had a good life, but when I joined the Iron Law Bureau, they asked me to give up my faith.

This is really a great blasphemy. I refused decisively at the time, and even prepared to be killed. I withdrew from the army and returned to my long-lost home, ready to tell my parents that I am not ashamed of the gift of God, but I When I got home, I saw two bodies. "

   Liya patted Hu Ao, comforting him, the people around came up to give him care, and they were like a family in a daze.

  I don’t know how many years later, Hu Ao’s good deeds finally paid off, but Currie did not.

"I don’t know how they died, but they may have died of starvation. After all, it wasn’t long before the Glorious War ended. Everyone couldn’t eat. Their corpses were as thin as dry wood, and the gilded statue was just like dry wood. Before the corpse, he watched quietly.

  The gilded idol is still quite valuable, at least it can change a few meals, but they didn't think about it from the beginning to the end. "

  Curry closed his gaze back, and turned to look at Lawrence’s neutral face, his face expressionless.

  "This is the gift given by God, Master. At that moment, I suddenly realized that there are no gods in this world, there are just a group of self-deceiving guys.

  I am angry with the faith. I feel like a fool who actually attributed the things I have worked so hard to the gift of God. I am also ridiculous for the death of my parents. They are still expecting those illusory things to death. "

   "So you became the head of the Iron Law Bureau, and now you control faith."

  Lawrence looked at Curry. A third emotion, an angry emotion, rarely appeared on this guy's face.

  "No, this is different. The God of the Gospel Church never gives people a response, but the Orthodox Church is different, and I am different. The ‘God’ of the Orthodox Church is real, and we will respond to the call of believers."

  Curry stared at the crowd below.

  "How many people like this do you think are in Gallunalo?"

  He continued without waiting for Lawrence's response.

"I have read the population censorship report. Poor people like this occupy most of Gallunalo, but you can't see them. All people living in the city can't see them. People like this can only survive. In those remote and backward places, even if you come to the city, you can only commit yourself to the damp darkness."

  His voice aroused, like a speech.

"I used to be such a person, Lawrence, so I know very well that with a little kindness, just a little kindness can buy these people, and they are easier to absorb than those who are very picky. Groups."

   "So what? They never have any value at all."

   Lawrence asked indifferently, in his opinion these people have no value in being exploited.

   "That's why I said, you don't understand people like me at all."

  Curry laughed, he smiled very distressed, and no one knew such a crowd from the beginning to the end.

  "They have been tortured by reality for a long time. They have been numb for a long time and can't feel the pain. But at this time, if you give him the ‘poison’ for happiness, do you think they will refuse?"

   asked Currie, in his eyes, the mysterious Lawrence also became ridiculous.

   "Yeah, even if they know that these have a price, so what? The cruelest thing is not to endure the darkness, but to be imprisoned in the darkness forever after seeing the light.

  We are the light in their eyes. If God does not exist, we will become their gods. If the world does not give them kindness, we give them kindness. "

"so what?"

  Lawrence still did not understand what Curry said.

"So? Such gatherings are happening everywhere in Galunaro. We have invested a lot of money to help these poor people. Compared with the high evangelical churches, we are the ones who can really save them, even if not. For faith, for this timed food, they also need our existence and this beam of light.

  But when this light disappears? "

  Curry explained to Lawrence what he was going to do next.

"On the day when Pope Miguel is enthroned, we will cause a conflict between the Evangelical Church and the Orthodox Church. The fanatics of the Evangelical Church will attack the venue, and there may be **** incidents, but it is not important. The Orthodox Church will follow up. The supply of the sacrament will be gradually cancelled during the period of time, and the reason for all this will be attributed to the suppression of the Gospel Church.

  We will turn them into angry people little by little. Don't think that these people can't affect anything. You must know that they occupy the vast majority of this country, and they are the truly silent majority. "

   "Death of the Mad King."

   Lawrence said coldly.

   "Yes, the death of the mad king is very good at this kind of thing. We will control public opinion and turn the gospel church into a mad king little by little until we are completely cast aside and killed by the anger of the masses."

  Curry filled his glass again, and he continued.

  "Do you think the palace of Galunaro is really so easy to be swept away by angry people?

In fact, it was not the people who really killed the mad king, but the other noble ministers. This madman wanted to veto everything about the Gospel Church. This touched the interests of those people. The soldiers opened the door and the guards could not hear him. Shouting, the ministers laughed at his grave.

  But this time is different, this is a perfect opportunity. "

  Curry didn’t go on, but told Lawrence about something else.

   "You just used the secret blood to confuse the king, right? He has been in the hospital for too long, and for a long time he fears death incomparably. Even if it is the gift of the devil, he will accept it without hesitation."

   Lawrence did not admit, nor veto.

   "You don't want to know the nature of this power."

   "I never thought about understanding, I just need to know that it is a good enough tool."

  Curry continued.

"Steam technology continues to develop. In the thousand years of history, science has defeated religion for the first time. The internal division of the Gospel Church has suffered heavy losses. It has no time to take care of us. Orthodox Church has the support of the Iron Law Bureau and the royal family. The technique of secret blood created the choir..."

  His voice was filled with thunderous sounds, and suddenly overlapped with the chanting of the priest below, and he chanted like gods.

  "This is a rare opportunity. We will use the public as a disguise and act in the name of righteousness. No one can stop us. This is like a torrent of collapse. People who hinder can only be swallowed mercilessly."

   "This sounds like a revolution, a revolution in religion."

  I have to say that Lawrence was shocked by Curry's crazy words, Curry was far crazier than Lawrence thought.

   "Isn't it? We are the righteous side, Master Lawrence, we are for a better country."

  Curry drank all the wine in the glass.

   "No one will go hungry, the sacred is no longer hypocritical, and goodwill will be rewarded."

   "We are justice."

  Curry affirmed again.

   "Stealing the country, manipulating faith, setting off a wave...This will kill many people, many people." Lawrence said.

"I know, but it's nothing compared to what I'm going to do," Currie continued with his crazy idea. "When the Orthodox Church in Galunaro dominates, the Orthodox Church will have a kingdom. As a support, we will set off a crusade in the strongest time."

   "East Crusade?"

   "Yes, the crusade, the sacred crusade against heretics, I think you would like to do this too, right, our interests are the same, Master Lawrence."

  Curry was completely immersed in it.

  "I will prove my faith there before I reach the holy Cathedral of Saint Nalo."

   "Proof of faith?"

   "That's right."

  Curry answered with a smile.

"I will destroy God’s most beloved land, turn it into a **** on earth, and do the things that make God the most blasphemous. I want to prove that God is hypocritical and does not exist, but if God appears, tell me God's punishment has been sent down, so I want to ask before I die, why God never responds to believers' calls."

   "What do you think? Master Lawrence."

   Lawrence answered sincerely.

   "Very good, crazy, and worthwhile. I also want to know if God exists or not."

  I recalled everything I saw in the Silent Temple, what the gospel church was hiding, and what kind of existence the so-called silencer was.

"Even if you don't suggest this, I will return to the Cathedral of Saint Nalo sooner or later," Lawrence looked hesitant, "but you are not afraid of me? Curry, the power of the secret blood, you can't imagine how much this power is. horrible."

   "What are you afraid of? Are you controlled by an unknown force?"

  Curry slowly uncovered the collar, the pale and old skin under it, and Lawrence suddenly remembered that he never knew Curry’s age.

   "I can't afford it, patriarch, I don't care about those things. I just hope to see the gospel church burned down by fire before I die. This is enough, even if I make a deal with the devil."

   "Then we have reached a consensus?" Currie asked.

  Lawrence took a deep look at this crazy man, picked up the wine glass and collided with him.

  (End of this chapter)