Ride and Cut

"Yes, we are a sect." Carlos nodded slightly.

He suddenly felt a little bloated—white bread was easier to absorb water in his stomach than black bread, so he quickly stopped others from eating it.

"Which god do you believe in?" The lord thought to himself that he must be the god of hunger.

"Maybe it's a primitive sect that believes in totem gods. There are quite a few in the wilderness." Seeing a little girl hiccupping, Vera couldn't help handing over a bottle of warm water in distress.

Carlos stopped talking, and kept squinting at Vera with hidden eyes, his expression was very strange.

The lord immediately flew into a rage—no matter how beautiful the white priest robe Vera was wearing today, no one but him dared to cast a half-eye. This wild boy of unknown origin is under the eaves, and his eyeballs dare to be dishonest. He really doesn't know how to write the dead word!

As far as his kung fu of the three-legged cat is concerned, the lord has not paid attention to it!

"What we believe in is..." Carlos hesitated, seeing that he couldn't get away with it before continuing; "It's the God of Holy Light, but the doctrine is not the same as the mainstream."

He took out a cross from the collar, and it was very old, and the silver had been rubbed to shine. The outline is exactly the same as the Church of the Holy Light, but it is not a saint who is nailed to it, but a twisted and struggling poisonous snake.

"Hiss!" The lord gasped, and began to poke Vera with his eyes.

You must know that any religious sect with a little bit of attention regards heretics as more hateful than heretics. The Church of the Holy Light is the number one in the world today. Although it has never heard of heresy, it must not be merciful.

"Huh?" Vera blinked her eyes twice, the surprise on her face was no less than that of Richard, "Why haven't I heard that the Holy Light God has another group of people?"

"We call ourselves the Darkest Light Sect, and I am the leader now." Anyway, Carlos has missed the bottom line, and Carlos narrated more smoothly, pointing to a pair of gray-haired old people beside him, "This is my uncle and aunt, who are currently the chief nun and cardinal of the church."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the idlers who watched the excitement leaned forward and back together with their stomachs in their arms, and they didn't even care about eating.

——The group of people in front of them are more shabby than the other, and their clothes are not as good as the slaves of the Alpine Fort, but it is very funny to issue such a prominent title internally.

Li Cha couldn't laugh at all.

He could feel that Carlos was stronger, and the other two old men were obviously much weaker despite their age.

But among the twenty refugees who were shivering more than beggars, there were three clergymen who were qualified even according to the standards of the Holy Light Church. What kind of undead ratio is this!

"How come!" If others may not feel deeply about this, Vera understands how difficult it is for the church to cultivate a clergyman - it's all about luck, and there are very few people who can complete the first step of entry.

Any kind of elemental power, whether it is magic or divine art, is extremely difficult to master. Even Dou Qi, which is recognized as the easiest to get started, is only relatively easy, and in fact it is still full of difficulties.

The lord of the Alpine Fort has always been more open-minded. It's not that he didn't think about spreading grudges among soldiers, but his progress has been oscillating between completely stagnant and close to stagnant.

Because of this, Vera never wavered in her self-confidence even though Li Cha always mocked her for her poor level of magic skills. She knew she was the youngest of the ex-Stuart Church nuns, and was deeply proud of it.

But at this moment, she suddenly doubted life.

"Uncle Yule is a priest of the holy level, and Aunt Sarah is a priest of the holy level."

The Shenghui level is just for beginners, but the Qisheng level is different, roughly equivalent to an intermediate mage or an intermediate swordsman.

You must know that although they are named after the middle class, due to the pyramid distribution, they are already outstanding representatives of more than 90% of their peers in their respective fields!

No matter how dull he was, when he heard the other people here, he felt something, and the laughter gradually faded away. In the end, only the second general Hum Ha was still holding his stomach and couldn't stop. The two of them laughed at least a hundred more breaths before realizing that something was wrong, and shut their mouths embarrassingly.

Hurt had just cleaned up the undead spellcaster trapped in the mist stone, and walked into the hall from the door with a longbow in hand. Seeing the silence inside, he scratched his head in confusion, "Are you playing with wooden figures?"

"Tell me about you." Li Cha put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised his chin at Carlos, "Don't try to play tricks,"

He was really curious—it was so difficult for this group of people to make a living, and it was impossible to put too much effort into screening new blood, how could there be such a quantity and quality of priests.

"Unless you keep us safe."

"No problem." The lord agreed before Vera.

"A long time ago, the Church of the Holy Light experienced a big disagreement." Carlos also knew that he didn't have much money to bargain, and said honestly, "One group believes that all offensive magic skills should be given up to cater to the world and spread the grace of the Holy Light God; the other group insists on retaining offensive magic skills, carrots and sticks are indispensable."

"Oh." Li Cha nodded noncommittally.

Bishop Paul told him in Vatican before that the Church of the Holy Light, which is now famous for its blessing magic, also once had attack magic. It was not until later that in order to seek development and self-castration, did it become the pattern it is today.

To this day, apart from the high-level members of the church, few outsiders know about that past. The fact that the other party can be so clear is enough to prove that it is not just nonsense.

Now it seems that the transformation process is not so smooth. After all, as long as there are people, there will never be disputes.

"Now it seems that the former faction is orthodox." Vera said, frowning.

"But the latter faction has not disappeared." Carlos smiled back, "They left the church center, wandered around and sharpened their way of holy light, and eventually became the pioneers of the darkest source of light."

"It's not that I'm pulling sideways, the castration faction is really not unreasonable." The lord continued to sigh with emotion.

After parting ways, Vatican's Church of the Holy Light has become Tianzi No. 1, enjoying the glory and wealth. And Flying Self Pie doesn't even have a whole piece of clothes, judging by the way it eats, it must have been a while since I tasted meat.

Among other things, the price of Vera's outfit alone is enough for these bitter hahas to spend in their next life. It is unheard of for a genuine clergyman to be reduced to such a level.

Facts speak louder than words, and this extremely strong contrast is enough to illustrate the problem. If you insist on evaluating the gains and losses, I am afraid that even the descendants of the dark source light in front of you will not be able to speak loudly.

Mature superiors know that compromise is an art, and this is the most vivid example in front of us.