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The two knight girls nodded.

Then the other party smiled brighter and brighter:

"That is the offering box. If you two are willing to show your piety to the goddess, you might as well put a small amount of money into it to help the poor servants of Her Majesty the Goddess! I believe that Your Majesty will bless you all!"

"Ah, by the way, if your worship is pious enough, you can see the ten white stone tablets in front of the city wall?"

The girls nodded again. There are indeed ten huge white stone monuments erected in front of the city wall. It looks very eye-catching from a distance. But at first they thought it was something used to engrave scriptures or other religious deeds.

But now it seems not?

The priest also lived up to expectations and said:

"That is the wall of honor set up by the bishops. If the worship of the two of you is pious enough, the saints of different levels can personally engrave their names and even their identities and families on it!"

"Have you seen the easternmost stone monument? It was specially set up by the cardinals for an extremely devout believer after he donated all his property!"

The priest who said this originally wanted to continue talking. But suddenly I heard Mo Zuo say quietly from behind:

"I remember the Wall of Honor is not for this, right?"

The priest turned around in surprise and asked:

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Mo Zuo raised his chin slightly and looked at the other person and said:

"I remember that the Storm King established the Wall of Honor to commemorate the knights and warriors who died in the Ancient Dragon War, right?"

"How did the Storm King's wall of honor commemorate the heroes become this thing?"

When the priest heard this, his hair suddenly stood up. He wiped away the non-existent cold sweat and forced a smile:

"Ah, this, I made a mistake. Believers and voters like to call it the Wall of Honor, but in fact their name is the Inscription of Gratitude. His Majesty the Storm King's Wall of Honor to commemorate his former subordinates has always been properly erected. In the middle of the sea city!"

"And the saints and believers will pray for it day and night. Even I just came here not long ago."

Hearing this, Mo Zuocai suddenly laughed and said:

"That's it. I'm really sorry. I'm new here so I don't know about this. I'm really sorry to frighten you so much!"

"Anyway, we are all devout believers of Her Majesty the Goddess. Although we are not related by blood, we are all brothers and sisters! Okay, I have other things to do, so I'll excuse you first!"

After saying that, he hurriedly left here. But soon he refused to give up and found another 'lamb' who looked very rich.

It seems that by putting money into that box, he can get a small profit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t work so hard.

Looking at the other party leaving, Mo Zuocai suddenly laughed and said:

"It seems like he knows what he's doing."

Mozuo smiled with a slightly cold look in his eyes:

"I thought these people had almost forgotten about the goddess."

Obviously I just want to come and leave secretly, but you are trying to force me to do more things that I shouldn't do!

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After His Majesty St. Marshall, who had been calm for a while, finished dealing with the important matters at hand, he gritted his teeth and decided to take another look at the door.

He felt that if he could not confirm whether it was the holy image or not, he would probably not have the confidence to implement his subsequent plans.

After all, what he had to do was quite a feat!

After passing through several long corridors, His Majesty St. Marshall, who mustered up the courage to come over, was stunned on the spot.

Then he kept checking back and forth, and searched all the way in other directions.

Finally, he walked back to his original position with a dull look on his face.

In front of him is obviously where the door is!

But now, the door is gone, the door that was sealed by him is gone!

After thinking of this, His Majesty the Reverend St. Marshall screamed like a famous painting from Mozzo's previous life.

In the end, he fainted on the ground due to excessive fear.

After he was rescued, the venerable His Majesty St. Marshall grabbed the cardinal who came in front of him and shouted frantically:

"Divine inspiration, it must be divine inspiration!"

"I saw divine enlightenment, ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong, I saw divine enlightenment! Oh my god, my king, my god! How could this happen!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

These terrible words sent shivers down the spines of the cardinals, archbishops, and patriarchs present.

It's funny to say that the most religious people in theory are the ones who are most afraid of divine revelation.

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After a brief moment of standing on their heads, they all gathered around and asked St. Marshall:

"What did you see? What did you see!"

"What instructions did His Majesty give? How come we don't know anything?"

"This kind of joke must not be made!"

"Tell us what's going on!"

Panic spread visibly to the naked eye. For those who were accustomed to having no gods above their heads but being able to rely on gods for food, the sudden revelation from the gods really frightened them to their wits' end.

Because everyone knows that among these people here, no one can escape if they really want to be held accountable.

But there is no way, the goddess has been doing nothing for many years, and even her angels are not very active, so they continue to fall in the face of huge interests generation after generation.

Relying on the true God means huge benefits, and this benefit is supervised by themselves.

This is like a rat running a granary.

Saint Marshall was horrified when he heard their inquiry.

No, the holy statue was suspected to have been destroyed in front of me. How could I let them know about this?

This group of people was expecting me to go down every day so that they could come up and make money. If I say something, am I afraid I will be sacrificed by them on the spot? !

But he didn't even have the guts to forge divine revelation in this situation.

As a result, St. Marshall instantly discovered his unparalleled acting talent.

He looked blankly at his colleagues who were collaborating with him, and said with fear and confusion:

"I, I saw a door, a door that never appeared! I saw it, but it disappeared again, right in our Privy Council!"

He pointed his trembling hand in front of himself:

"Right there, right there! In front of the portrait of the Saint of Maron!"

After hearing this, all the church leaders swallowed their saliva and pushed the people in front of them to the place where St. Marshall said.

But after arriving at the place, no matter how the cardinal who was pushed out by them checked, he could not find any trace of divine power or anything else.

After seeing that the other party could not find anything, the cardinals nodded and pushed several archbishops and patriarchs over.

Another burst of tedious inspections and another burst of careful study.

Still found nothing. At this point, the remaining people all walked over.

Naturally, the result is still nothing.

So they all returned to St. Marshall full of suspicion and told each other everything they had seen.

After saying that, they stared at each other suspiciously. They suspected that this old bastard was bold enough to use divine revelation to make false claims.

To their surprise, the Speaker of St. Marshall, who in their eyes only made money, heard that they had found nothing.

Suddenly his expression calmed down.

He took a long breath and said:

"Perhaps there is something wrong with my mind. I feel that I am no longer qualified for the positions of speaker and cardinal. So, after the rotation, I hope you can find a new cardinal to replace me."

These words made the other people who were planning to attack were stunned. The other party actually said that?

Not only are you planning to relinquish the position of Speaker, but you are also not considering becoming a Cardinal? !

Then there was a moment of realization. Maybe this guy knew that we were going to take action, so he just made a controllable event to help him step down smoothly?

This is in their interests, but it also really scares them.

So the leading cardinal said reproachfully:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty St. Marshall, as Speaker and Cardinal, your words are childish. How can the goddess's divine inspiration be spoken in such a frivolous way?"

After hearing this, St. Marshall immediately said before the other party could ask further questions:

"After I leave office, I will join the Trappist Order and embark on arduous spiritual practice with the brothers and sisters of the Trappist Order to redeem my sins!"

This caused them to be in an uproar again.

Not only was he willing to resign, but he was also willing to join the Trappist Order to prevent what he knew from threatening them!

Why is this guy so enlightened?

This made them instantly lose the reason and mood to continue to hold accountable, so they could only say with complicated expressions:

"Then, if that's the case, then you should have a good rest, Your Majesty!"

After saying that, they all retreated in confusion.

After everyone left, St. Marshall looked at his hand with relief.

Is it a divine revelation that only he can see?

He intuitively felt that there was a lot of hidden meaning in it, but he didn't dare to go deeper. He was completely afraid. Now he just wanted to retreat bravely.

Lest anyone accidentally go to hell.

But for some reason, his eyes bypassed his hands and landed on the gold quilt covering him.

These are all gold threads extracted from consecrated gold, and the cotton used is also produced in the Forest of Holy Trees purchased at a high price. The satin on it was personally dyed by the top masters of the Duze Dynasty.

Just such a quilt is indescribably precious.

So do I really have to give it all up?

Or is it really the point where we need to retreat bravely?

If I think wrong, won't I regret it for the rest of my life?

Greed took over his heart again, but fear always followed him.

The back and forth between the two emotions left St. Marshall in a state of uncertainty.

At the same time, in a certain room, on a piece of paper that was slowly burning in a brazier, you could vaguely make out a passage like this:

Greed is the dove wine that leads directly to death, but it can also be turned into straw for salvation.

There seemed to be other words after that, but they were already burned by the flames and could not be identified.

I can only vaguely distinguish these two characters:

Past, return.

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In order to enter the city as soon as possible, Mozo could only take the girls through the money-paying door.

But they didn't donate money to the big box because Mozo thought it was too unlucky.

Use your own money to feed the worms under your own hands...

If he really did this, Mo Zuo was afraid that he would be sick to death!

After entering the city, Mozo and the girls randomly chose a good hotel to stay in under the shadow of the ancient dragon's holy body.

He immediately took the girls and set off.

However, he did not go straight to his destination, but led the girls to play around in the sea capital.

As an ancient capital full of history and legend.

Even just one street in the sea city has enough heritage and culture to keep them entertained for a whole day.