This is the first time that Todd has used the confession room in Mursey Town Church. This small room of less than three square meters is dim and a little stuffy. There are two wooden chairs facing each other, and the middle is covered by a wooden louver screen.

　　 At midnight, a man walked into the compartment opposite the confessional.

　　 Todd used the ability to see through. The opponent was wearing an Orion short robe made of burlap, and his beard had not been taken care of for many years. He looked a little hesitant and a little puzzled. He didn't know whether he should sit down.

　　 "Sit down, child."

　　 Toddshang’s somewhat immature voice startled the man.

　　 The other party knew that he could not see the other side, so he still chose to turn his face toward the screen, his eyes pierced in the dark: "You are not the deacon."

Todd has always delegated the confession to the deacon for his busy schedule on weekdays. Today is considered the first time he presided over such a ceremony. After thinking about it, he said: "It doesn't make sense to care about these things. In the power of God. Next, we are just the tongue of the Father."

　　 Seeing the man standing there, Todd asked again: "Lost Lamb, why are you here to confess?"

　　 The other party’s tone sounded a little at a loss: "Someone told me that I would enter the confession room at twelve tonight, and someone can answer my confusion."

"Sit down. I can only hear your voice, I can't see your appearance. And what you confess will only exist in the ears of you, me, and the Father. Come on, tell your confusion. "

　　 The man Yiyan sat on the chair and was silent for a long time.

　　 Just when the priest thought the other party was unwilling to speak, the other party spoke: "I'm a different species."

　　 That's right, the person opposite should be Randall...

　　 Todd looked at Randall in perspective, his palms pressed together, rubbing back and forth, uneasy and fearful, as if he was about to leave at any time.

"I have always been unclear about one thing. If everything is created by God, then alien species are no exception. Why are we people cast aside by the secular, chased by the church, and excluded from the ordinary world? Did God in the first place? It was a mistake to create us?!"

　　 After hearing this question, Todd thought for a moment and said a strange sentence: "Everything that is reasonable exists; everything that exists is reasonable."

　　 Randall repeated this sentence, shaking his head and saying, "I don't understand."

　　 Todd organized a language: "Heavenly Father is the origin of the universe and the absolute one. He created everything freely and externalized nature, society and spirit. Everything in the world is the result of his externalization."

　　 "Sorry, I still don't understand, what does all this have to do with the alien species?"

Todd sighed and said more bluntly: "The existence of alien species is the work of the Father. The existence of this race conforms to the Father's "reason"-the law of the universe, but it may not conform to the mortal realm. The "reason"."

　　 Speaking of this, even the dull people can understand the deep meaning of the words.

　　 As the origin of the universe, the heavenly father will exist for everything that conforms to the principles of heaven and earth; the existence of alien species as the works of the heavenly father proves that they conform to the will of the heavenly father. The so-called "reality" of the mortal domain not only refers to the moral principles of the secular kingdom, but also implicitly includes the principles of the church formulated by mortals.

　　 To put it simply, everything in the world was created by the Father, and alien species are no exception, so their existence naturally conforms to the will of the Father. The massacre and persecution were entirely due to the wanton distortion of the Bible by the secular and church.

　　 "Looking at" the man's seemingly enlightened expression, Todd said again: "As a different species, you have the responsibility and obligation to maintain the relationship between the alien species and other ethnic groups, do you understand?"

　　 Looking at the other party and nodding, Todd finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was about to leave, the other party's next sentence firmly nailed him to the chair.

　　 "One more thing...I want to confess for my crimes...I killed my mother..."

　　 Todd was stunned by Randall's words.

　　'S introduction stated that the other's mother was his only relative. She died on the way to escape. What happened to her being killed? !

　　 Randall was holding his head in his hands, recalling him in the past, as if he was suffering from great mental pain.

　　 "After being found to be a different species, I took my mother and fled to the north from Guyan City. While crossing the mountains, we were hungry and couldn't find any food..."

　　 Todd heard this, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and a terrifying thought came to his mind.

Randall lowered his head and looked at the ground, and his voice trembled: "I have no choice but to pretend to go hunting while resting, secretly cut off my own flesh with a knife, cheating my mother, and telling He was the meat of prey...Later, she discovered the truth about all of this. During one night camping, my mother ended her life with a cloth tape..."

　　 Todd pressed his lips and sighed deeply. Hearing the cry of the opposite, he drew a holy cross on his chest and said softly: "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, your sins will be forgiven..."

　　 Fifteen minutes later, Todd returned to the interpretation hall, sat down at the table, and took up Randall Quincy’s introduction and read it carefully.

　　 In the flickering candlelight, Rachel did not disturb him, just watched quietly.

　　 "Randall is the person we are looking for." After saying this, Todd put the paper on the table and closed his eyes.

　　Rachel changed his sitting position: "Can I ask you what you said to him?"

"I'm afraid not. This involves private matters. But I can guarantee that he is a kind person. His fighting style and death-seeking consciousness are due to some tragedies that have happened to him." Todd leaned his back. From the rear, he said: "It's time to start training him, and the preparations before the mission."

Rachel moved the chair closer to Todella, put his arms on the table, looked at the priest in the faint flame, and said with a smile: "Randall is not suitable for the knight’s combat skills, so I will make some The right person to train him. Before performing the task, there are many things that need to be considered. The first is the mission location and contact information. You can't let him run around on the plain to find the villain, right? Then the identity is kept secret, we need to give him Prepare a set of clothes and a mask. Considering his abilities, I don’t intend to sew too much fabric on his clothes; then the heresy court and relief society things, as Randall’s achievements become more and more More and more, the reputation is getting bigger and bigger. Sooner or later, the church and the relief society will find him. We must make some preparations; there are also weapons and equipment, secret strongholds, reception teams, aftermath handling, etc..."

Seeing Todd being stunned by the series of words he said, Rachel blinked mischievously: "Now you should know that creating a heterogeneous hero is not as simple as you imagined. You really should be grateful. I am so..."

　　 Todd raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Well, Miss Rachel, I really appreciate your help. I don't know what I can do for you?"

　　 "I think about it, in a few days, Karin and I will open the hotel, I hope you can provide more "recipes"..."

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　　 "Master, the monks want to see you."

　　 Todd raised his head from the table, looked at Huggins at the door, and said, "Let them come in."

　　 The man looked at the size of the room, and said embarrassedly: "It may not fit them here."

　　 Hearing this, Todd stood up strangely, and as Huggins walked to the chapel of the church, he was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

　　 55 monks crowded the entire hall, and when they saw the appearance of the priest, everyone gathered one after another.

The monk headed by 　　, who seemed to be the leader, first approached him.

He only heard him say: "Master Todd, my name is Joe Humphrey. We have been here for many days in order to spread the true knowledge of our Heavenly Father, but we have not been assigned any work. We hope to do Something within one's ability."

　　 Another monk followed: "Yes~lightnovelpub.net~ We have been walking in Muxi Town these days and found that the fields near the town are deserted and no one is farming."

　　 Todd’s original intention was that these monks, after adapting to life in Muxi Town, could gradually take on the administrative work of the Knights. But when he heard the words of these two people, he suddenly remembered that the monks in the medieval monasteries did have a relatively advanced level of knowledge in agriculture because they had been engaged in agricultural work for a long time.

　　 Bringing a chair from the preaching stage, Todd put aside the things in his hands and chatted with these monks for a while, only to find that the other party had made a lot of very useful suggestions.

　　Some monks suggested that considering that the fields in Muxi Town were not cultivated all the year round, the land was relatively fertile. It is recommended to build heavy plows instead of picking plows, and change the original single-field system into a three-bed system: one piece of land is fallow; one piece of autumn sown land is mainly planted with wheat, rye and barley; a piece of spring sown land is mostly planted with oats and legumes .

　　Some monks suggested that most of the east of Muxi Town is a plain, suitable for planting pasture, and sheep and dairy cows can be raised. The virtuous cycle of forage fertility and livestock manure ensures the supply of fertilizer, which can greatly increase livestock breeding and the production of dairy products.

　　 Some monks suggested that a couple in town recently opened a shop, selling rare items from the south. They found that there are two types of seeds that have never been seen before. They heard that they are called sorghum and mulberry, maybe they can be planted and tried.

　　 Todd chatted with these monks all afternoon, and he didn't even bother to eat dinner.

　　 Early the next morning, a notice was posted on the church board.

　　『Muxi Town intends to establish a monk's association. Mutual West Mutual Aid Association plans to invest 500 silver moons in the monk's association for the preparation and personnel expenses. Now it is recruiting farmers, pastoralists and workshop workers from the residents of Muxi Town. 』