Muxicheng, Holy Order Arbitration Tribunal, Resident Registration Office.

"Hello, my lord. I heard that the city has issued a new king's decree. Can immigrants pay taxes through farming and obtain kingdom resident status?"

The monk Joe, who was busy checking the farmland registration and the distribution of farm tools, said without raising his head: "Yes, the ordinance just issued two days ago, if necessary, you can go to the office..."

The monk Joe suddenly stopped talking and turned his gaze to the questioner. After a while, he yelled in disbelief, "I know you! You are the priest in Qianmu Village near the monastery. Your name is, your name is..."

"Mur Rupert."

Joe put down the book in his hand and nodded again and again: "Yes, that's right! That's the name! I still remember that when the Son of God was studying in the monastery, he went to your village to exorcise the devil!"

"Yes, Lord Son performed a miracle there! Saved the two evil spirits from the hands of the devil." Talking about the past, Father Moore's eyes flashed with light, as if the scene was still in front of him.

Joe laughed happily and stretched out his right palm, trying to pat the other person's arm.

After touching Moore's cuff, his palm remained in the air, and his smile solidified on his face.

"Where's your left hand?!"

In response to the monk's question, Moore pursed his lips and lowered his head, and said slowly: "It's a long story."

It was only then that Joe, who was a bit nervous, discovered the young priest in front of him. He was only in his twenties; he was a popular member of the Western Diocese in the past.

But nowadays, wearing a burlap gown full of chicken manure and pig urine, the original dark brown hair is also covered with silver threads, the wrinkles on his face are like dry ground, and the original left hand position is also empty. Replaced by the sleeve tube.

Looking at it, only the priest's cross on his chest is still well preserved.

With the book in his arm under his arm, Joe gestured to Father Moore to follow him.

The two passed through the busy and noisy office hall and walked into a relatively quiet reception room.

He ordered his subordinates to prepare two cups of fruit tea and another plate of snacks. Joe asked Moore to sit down while he spread his books on the table and chatted casually with each other.

"I think I was an ordinary copyist when I was in the Convent of San Sidro. I was hungry and uncomfortable at night, thanks to the bran bread you sent." Joe touched the top of his bald head. He laughed first: "At that time, the mouse caught, cleaned the meat and put it in the bran cake. It was called "the delicacy of heaven" in the scripture room."

Moore hid the sleeve of his left hand behind his back and laughed.

Seeing the respectful and respectful face of the other person, Joe stopped laughing and shook his head without a trace: "Moore, tell me your story during this time."

Mentioned the past, pain and struggle appeared in Moore's eyes.

"When Yinhuan and the barbarians first joined forces, there was a continuous communication between each church. There was only one thing discussed. What should I do in the future?" Moore's eyes were out of focus, and he looked towards the floor. The nihility of the above: "After repeated discussions, there are three ways in front of everyone."

"1. Stay. After all, the Silver Ring Kingdom was once the diocese of Heavenly Father, and the Kingdom has the obligation to protect its subjects and beliefs. Besides, the businesses that have been run in the village for several generations cannot be simply given up..."

Moore closed his eyes and shuddered slightly: "You should also know the fate of these people."

Joe sighed, nodded and said, "Well, it's not great."

"2. Go west and join the Muxi Kingdom. Of course, at that time, the Muxi Kingdom had not yet been established, and this place was still called Muxi Town. The person who proposed this method gave the reason that the Muxi Knights were the last of the Western Diocese. A military force, Lord Son can create miracles and naturally protect believers. But those who oppose it emphasized that the Knights of Muxi cannot protect themselves, and there is no way out for them to escape to the sea."

Joe straightened his body: "Facts have proved that this path is correct."

"Yes, it's a pity that most people at the time were not optimistic about the Twilight Knights. There were very few people who really wanted to go west..."

"The last way?"

After a pause, Moore grabbed his pants tightly with his left hand, and his voice was low and terrifying: "Go east and seek help from church reinforcements."

Qiao swallowed and asked in a low voice, "The group of people going east didn't meet the church army in the end?"

"No, we found them." Moore said with blank eyes: "There are thousands of villages on the Moon Creek Plain, big and small, and people all have the same idea-seeking help from the church. At first, the church’s army did promise: They promised to send us into the territory of the Holy Acropolis."

"Under such a guarantee, tens of thousands of civilians accepted the church army’s containment and began to move to the east... However, the good times did not last long. In the Watch Canyon, the barbarian coalition found our tracks and sent a large number of troops. Follow and attack the migrating people."

"After discovering the enemy’s trail, there was a dispute within the church coalition forces and they split into two factions. The church-led army left the baggage and used civilians as a shield and fled the battlefield. Most of the troops in the Holy Acropolis, They stayed and distributed weapons and shields to the people."

With nails deeply embedded in the skin, Moore spoke of a tragic massacre in an unusually calm tone: "In my memory, it was the longest day. Tens of thousands of civilians and The soldiers, squeezed in the open area in the middle of the canyon, desperately faced the enemy from the front, behind, and even overhead. Arrows and stones fell on the crowd like raindrops, and the blood pooled into a lake, turning the hard soil under their feet into a lake. Become blood..."

The monk Qiao's body trembled slightly. He drew a cross on his chest and crossed his fingers: "God..."

Moore struggled to squeeze a smile at the corner of his mouth, while pointing his finger to the top of his head, he said, "After that day, I understand a truth."

"What's the reason?"

"At least one sentence in the "Bible" is wrong."

"Which sentence?"

"God is both omnipotent and loving."

The monk Joe widened his eyes in confusion.

Moore said word by word: "If God is omnipotent, then he must be able to prevent the slaughter of God's people by the pagans, but if he fails to do so, then it proves that he must not treat his people. Loving; if God is loving, then he will definitely want to prevent the slaughter of God's people by the heretics, but he failed to do so, then he must not be omnipotent!"

"Therefore, one of the two of God's omnipotence and love must be a lie...or, both are lie..."

After hearing this, Joe was stunned.

He wanted to refute this point of view, but logically, he didn't know how to start.

At this time, he remembered that the priest in front of him had relied on debating and preaching in the past, and even received the praise of the pope himself.

"In that massacre, the dozens of Qianmu villagers who followed me died to death and escaped. Village Chief Akerman Shokola was captured by barbarian soldiers and turned into slaves. In comparison, I was nothing but a slave. I just lost a left hand, really lucky..." Moore said desperately, clutching his empty left sleeve.

Qiao Chang sighed: "In order to cover the retreating people~lightnovelpub.net~, Master Shengzi was willing to take risks with his own body and stay to fight against powerful enemies. At this point, I don’t know how many times stronger than those in the church. ... By the way, you said at the beginning, you want to apply for farmland?"

Moore nodded: "I don't want to go back to church anymore, and I don't have the face to face the villagers in Thousand Wood Village. Being a farmer may be my best choice."

"You have studied at the Metropolitan Seminary, and can read and write in four languages. Whether it is theological theory or eloquence, it is a rare talent. Being a farmer? It's too wasteful! Let me think about it..." Joe touched the top of his bald head, pondered for a while, and then said: "Music College has always planned to establish the Department of Theology. In addition, when the spring of next year, the cathedral of Ms. Mori will be officially completed. The deacon, master of ceremonies, and stewards all need to recruit staff. I can help you write a recommendation letter and find you a good position."

Moore's face showed a sincere smile for the first time: "That would be great!"

Later, he saw a trace of embarrassment on Joe's face again, and he couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Why? Is there any difficulty?"

The cultivator waved his hand and smiled reluctantly: "I can't talk about difficulties, but the king has been a bit "busy" recently. I haven't seen him for many days. The list and the appointment may be a little later..."