In the early morning of the next day, in the square outside the Holy See of Guangming, more than 10,000 believers were already in place.

It was during the darkest period of time before dawn, a square in Nuo Da was silent.

More than ten thousand people lined up around the bright white altar in the center of the square, and in front of the altar, there were more than one hundred "guests who were neither believers nor dependents."

The cold wind blows, the sound of hunting torches burning everywhere in the square, and the light rain with a bit of ice crystals hits people’s faces and bodies, just like a knife cut. Adults are fine, they can always hold on. Children who are forcibly brought by their parents are different. From time to time, there are commotions.

At this time, the priests patrolling around like hounds would rush to stop them for the first time. Under their short but severe reprimands, the venue quickly returned to calm.

The solemn, quiet, and tense atmosphere is getting heavier and heavier.

In their words, even this bit of suffering can't be tolerated. What kind of piety and belief are they still talking about?

In the face of faith, adults and children are the same, just as the Holy See declares that everyone is equal before the glory of the Lord.

Among the "guests" in front of the altar, there was also a thin figure trembling slightly.

She is called Dialect, a 17-year-old girl who has just lost her home and mother.

Her trembling was not because of the cold, but because of the anger and hatred in her heart.

The girl was struggling to suppress, and on the altar, there were still a pair of eagle-like eyes staring at her.

This is a very fierce person who prays for light, as if he knows the anger and hatred in the dialect, so he pays attention to her. Once she finds any signs of breaking out, she will act as soon as possible. The strangulation.

At this time, a cold and trembling hand grabbed dialect's palm, dialect raised his head slightly, and saw a pair of panic and pleading eyes.

This is her father.

A "cowardly and incompetent" man who didn't dare to ask for an explanation even when his wife died tragically.

Dialect forced his hands free, took a deep breath, lowered his head, and closed his eyes.

Why, why should she endure such humiliation?

The murderer pays for his life, it is justified.

Now the murderer is not only fine, but family members of victims like her are waiting for her grand debut in the cold wind! ?

This is considered an apology! ?

This is also an explanation and explanation?

It's simply a big issue in the world!

The other party didn't feel that he had done something wrong, and he didn't mean to confess at all, so what would they have to do.

See how high she is, how she shows this charity-like compassion?

The dialect will never be forgotten, the mother who melted half of her body, swallowing the last breath in her arms.

I will never forget how the Holy See did it afterwards!

That arrogance, that share of course, that share of gifts, charity, and the disgusting face of "prosperity".

Is this light, is this justice?

Shit!

If this is light and this is justice, then she would rather fall into the dark than be company with this arrogance and hypocrisy!

The dialect knew that her thoughts were dangerous, but she couldn't help but think about it, and her whole person changed. The innocent and innocent dialect that was under the wings of living parents has been replaced by the gloomy, withdrawn, and taciturn person. .

When I close my eyes, I can't see it. I recall my mother's voice and smile, and my anger and hatred are replaced by grief and longing.

The dialect no longer trembles, it is normal, and the person praying for the light on the altar is also satisfied, and he no longer stares at her, but pays attention to the next object that needs to be monitored and guarded.

The cold wind was whistling, and after ten minutes, a hint of whiteness appeared in the distant skyline.

At this time, a lot of neat and solemn footsteps appeared!

There was a crash, coming from all directions, and the dialect was also pulled by his father, and he could not help but kneel down facing the altar.

Here comes she!

Dialect stared at the cracks in the floor tiles, and a tenacious grass just grew out of the cracks. This grass was just like her, so abrupt, fragile and discordant in this square.

Footsteps from far to near, large fluffy, white skirts passed in front of the dialect, all the way directly to the high altar.

The morning class began.

Tens of thousands of people finished the heavy and brief ceremony, and under the leadership of the pastor, they recited aloud eulogy in praise of the goddess of light.

No one guided these "guests" in dialects, but similar voices still sounded around her.

This voice was extremely harsh and disgusting. It made the dialects so hard to endure. Several times, I wanted to jump up, catch these flattering and shameless people, and ask them if they have any shame and conscience, and how they can be worthy of their loved ones who have just passed away.

The morning class ended when the atmosphere was the hottest. At this time, the first ray of sunlight just fell on the altar, and a highly anticipated figure came out. Under the eyes of countless admiration, excitement and awe, he gently said: "Brothers and sisters, you all know or have experienced the disaster that happened a few days ago!"

"This disaster has caused huge loss of life and property. In this regard, the Holy See and I must give you an explanation."

"Here, I want to apologize to the families of the victims!"

"Sorry, everyone, because of our negligence and recklessness, your relatives suffered misfortune!"

A huge commotion appeared in the square. Some people could not accept this kind of rhetoric~lightnovelpub.net~ shouted, this is not the fault of Mianxia, ​​some people shouted, it is their honor and so on.

Dialect tightly squeezed his fist.

"quiet!"

Under the pressure of the pastors, the commotion quickly subsided, but the atmosphere completely changed, but there was no censure or criticism, but...

The dialect feels the rejection and hostility from tens of thousands of people!

This brings tremendous pressure and anxiety to the people around me.

For some reason, the dialect wants to laugh!

Is there such a funny thing in the world?

No more!

And it's being staged so grandly!

Of course it is so!

"This disaster and loss could have been avoided because of the negligence of the Holy See and my impulse!"

"This is our responsibility. We will not escape. We represent the light and justice. The Lord said: before faith, everyone is equal."

"Apologizing is not enough. Families, any requests can be made on the spot, no matter what the conditions are, as long as they don't violate the purpose of the light, they can be met!"

As soon as the voice on the altar fell, an excited middle-aged woman knelt down on the left front of the dialect, kowtowing while shouting loudly: "Under the crown, this is my son who died on the sacred battlefield where light defeats darkness. This is his Glory, now you say so, do you want to deprive this glory!?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong, this big sister!"

"Since it is not, why do you still say this, Mianxia, ​​you are too kind and selfless... The Holy See has done well enough, you say, right?"

Therefore, including the dialect father, they all began to nod desperately, emotionally, and behaved more exaggeratedly than the middle-aged woman.

Suddenly, the dialect didn't want to laugh anymore, and a little bit of chill invaded her body, making her "frozen" and stiff.