On this day, the weather is clear, and the rising sun will shine into the city of Sur without hesitation. The pale golden glow painted the city with an almost divine color. The simple bell tower, the solemn temple, and the high and low houses, the outlines of the many buildings are blurred, blending into a picture like a paradise.

A charcoal pen strokes across the plain paper, and each line dragged out by the tip of the pen is clean and concise, and they form the prototype of a panorama of the city. The painting is obviously in black and white, but the weight of the brushstrokes and even the changes in the depth of the stitches subtly create a rich layering comparable to that of an oil painting. Vera sat on the fence on the rooftop of the City Lord's Mansion, her fair legs intertwined, and the girl who was as quiet as a ghost painted the city.

The rooftop was so quiet that only the rustling of charcoal brushing over the paper echoed. So when the footsteps appeared on the rooftop, it seemed so abrupt. Vera stopped her paintbrush and turned her head to see Father Miro with an embarrassed face.

In the eyes of the girl, Father Miró was so uncomfortable, like a mundane thing that could not be melted into this space.

He scratched his head and said, "Disturbing you?" ”

Vera didn't speak, just shook her head, turned her head and continued to paint the finished work on her hand.

Father Miro stretched, "I don't want to disturb you, but you see, even Edward has gone to Storm City. There is only one 'acquaintance' left in this city, and if I don't talk to you, I'm going to suffocate to death." ”

He looked at the girl again, and said, "It's too dangerous for you to sit on the fence, in case you fall......"

"It's okay, for the time being, I don't see my own death yet." Vera said casually.

Father Miro said, "I guess it's distressing to have the ability to peek into the future. For example, seeing someone close to me die, I must be very upset. ”

Vera's brush suddenly exerted too much force, and the tip of the pen snapped, dragging a long black line on the paper. Mi Luo Tian saw it well, and immediately knew that he had said the wrong thing, and said less: "That, I didn't mean it." Hey, I can't even talk......"

"I've seen my parents die, but there's nothing I can do to stop it." Vera looked up, and in her eyes, the world was only black and white: "So sometimes, I hate myself for this ability. I even thought about blinding my eyes, but I couldn't stop it. Sometimes, those images are forced into my head in defiance of my wishes. It was probably only when I died that these things really stopped. ”

"Don't mess around." The priest hurriedly said: "Suicide is a serious crime, and God does not allow such a thing to happen." ”

"God......" Vera asked quietly, "Father, is there really a god in this world?" If so, why did he let so many misfortunes happen. ”

Miro sighed lightly, reached out and pressed his chest and said, "Miss Vera, it doesn't matter if there are gods or not. What matters is whether you have faith or not. Faith does not bring about material change, but it can change our spirit and make us brave fighters. I believe in Christ, not in God Almighty who can bring about an immediate change in me. Rather, it makes me believe that as long as I keep going, I can always find a ray of sunshine in life. ”

"Sometimes, all it takes is a tiny ray of sunshine to save a world."

Vera's shoulders shook slightly, as if touched, she lowered her head and said in an imperceptible voice, "Thank you." ”

"That, you're welcome." Father Miró laughed and touched his head. The solemnity just now is gone, and the current appearance has changed back to the previous appearance of a third-rate god.

At this time, a carriage drove into the city lord's mansion, and Miro let out a "huh" and leaned on the railing to look down. Two people emerged from the carriage, none other than Alan and Edward. As if sensing Miro's gaze, Alan looked up. Then I saw the black and white girl sitting on the stone fence on the rooftop showered in the morning light. The morning breeze gently ruffled her hair, and her gesture of gently holding her hair was already in the painting.

Well, it would be better if there was no Father Miro next to him.

In the study, three cups of freshly brewed black tea were placed on the table. After the maid had retreated, Father Miró let out a suppressed cry: "Religion, you want to promote the doctrine of Christ in this world? ”

"It may have to be slightly modified, but the ultimate goal is to make this nascent sect useful to us." Alan said, looking at Father Miro and saying, "What do you think of this plan?" ”

"It's wonderful!" Father Miró stood up excitedly and said, "Edward is right, starting with religion is undoubtedly a pretty good place to start. It's just that at the beginning of the implementation, we have to be fully prepared to achieve a blockbuster effect. ”

"For example?"

"Listen, Master Allen. In order to gain more faith among the faithful people, we need a god full of mysteries, and this god must also have the ability to perform miracles. Think about it, a god who can perform miracles, and the indigenous gods who have many in the empire, but only legends, and no miracles. If you were a parishioner, which one would you choose as your lifelong faith? ”

Alan thought seriously and said, "Nature is God, the reason is very simple. A god who can perform miracles is naturally much more powerful than other nominal native gods. ”

"That's right, that's the human heart. At the beginning of the implementation of religion, its essence was to deceive people. Fr. Miró did not mind saying blasphemous words: "Even in Christ, there are many legends with strong mysteries such as the resurrection of the Son Jesus from the dead, the birth of white bones and muscles, etc., which are intended to dye the doctrine with a layer of divinity. Therefore, at the beginning of the promotion, a sacred and gorgeous, but solemn church was a must. If we can, we will artificially create some light and shadow effects to increase the mystery of the sect. ”

"This simplicity, my fire, coupled with Edward's style, I believe it can impress those who watch the ceremony." Alan laughed.

Father Miró was inspired and excited: "No, no, it's not enough. We also need more practical miracles, such as a saint who can peek into the future. Hey, there's no more vivid spokesperson for the gods. ”

"Peeking into the future...... Alan said dumbly, "You want Vera to play such a holy woman?" ”

"Why not? Miss Vera's temperament is so ethereal, and she is most suitable for playing a role full of divine flavor. And isn't her ability a miracle? Think about what miracle could be more convincing if she made a prophecy that would soon come true. At that time, I was afraid that people would cry and beg me to let them join. ”

"Looks like I need two assistants, no, three!"

Alan laughed and said, "You can have as many assistants as you want, and it sounds quite doable." I don't know Vera ...... her."

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the black and white picturesque girl stood outside the door and said indifferently: "I am willing, as a member of the hunting group, I am also obliged to contribute." If becoming a so-called saint can help you, I would be happy to do so. ”

Father Miró blinked, "Look, this is the first miracle. ”

Alan nodded, looked at Edward and said, "Then the matter about the church will be left to you to organize." ”

"Gladly."

Stroll through the city of Sur in the afternoon, where the sun lazily passes through the cracks in the buildings, leaving specks of light of various sizes on the streets. With his hands in his pockets, Alan leisurely shuttled through the streets of Sur like an ordinary teenager. From time to time, you can hear a burst of children's laughter, and the laughter and scolding of the mother who follows behind.

This kind of aimless wandering around is a very luxurious thing for him. But now that the follow-up has been properly arranged, Alan doesn't mind relaxing a little. As you can see, the city of Sur has changed subtly from when he first visited. There are more smiles on people's faces than before, the main streets have expanded, dilapidated buildings have been renovated, and the whole city is full of prosperity.

Allowing the people in the realm to live and work in peace is the greatest achievement of every lord. Managing the city so well is a reflection of Edward's ability, which gives Allen a deeper understanding of the young man Malitan.

Along the way, someone finally recognized Allen's knighthood, so he was greeted frequently, and half-grown children chased him to hear him tell the story of the attack on Storm City. In the end, Alan couldn't get away with it, and told the children about the war in Storm City in front of a small mill. Hearing the nervous place, the children all let out a cry of exclamation. From their sparkling eyes, Alan saw a new hope for the city.

It was not until late evening that he returned home. Father Miro had just finished receiving the old priest of the Temple of the God of War, and the two didn't know what they were talking about, and when they left, the old priest had a smile on his face, and it seemed that he had gained quite a lot. Alan looked at the priest thoughtfully, and Miró raised his hand and said, "I just asked Mr. Priest about some religious matters. ”

Alan shrugged: "You don't have to explain anything, I know you can do that." ”

"Of course, that's my old job." Miro coughed dryly, "Of course, it's a little bit more difficult than what I've done on Earth. ”

"Looks like you're in a good mood for the afternoon?"

"Spend an afternoon with a bunch of kids and you'll be in the same mood as I am. There are no impurities in their eyes, they are so clear, just like the original beauty of this world. If I didn't have to grow up, I wish they would always be like that. Alan said heartily as he poured himself a glass of water.

Miró disagreed: "Sometimes you are naïve, and you are on par with Archimedes. ”

Allen's hand holding the cup shook slightly. R1058