Night, grassland.
A gentle evening breeze stirred the delicate green grass, causing it to ripple and undulate like waves.
"Sister Christy, be my wife. I swear in the name of God that I will take good care of you."
The increasingly mature young man grasped the nun's small hand, his bright eyes shining like stars.
The moonlight shone on his handsome face, and nourished by divine power, he was tall and had brilliant golden hair, looking every bit like a noble knight.
"You, Xiao Fei Lan, don't do this..."
Curtis was a little flustered, but at that moment, the hot-blooded young man tackled her to the ground and pounced on her.
"Sister Christy, I really...like you so much..."
"Wait a minute, I just finished a ceremony to offer my condolences and haven't showered yet, I'm a little dirty..."
"No, Sister Christy smells very good."
"Mmm..."
Her pink lips were covered. The girl struggled for a moment, but finally gave in and hugged him. The two kissed shyly.
Fei Lan gently embraced the virtuous and gentle girl, feeling the softness of her delicate body and inhaling the fragrance emanating from her waterfall-like hair.
"Kirtis..."
Beside him stood an elderly man in a white robe, his eyes filled with a hint of nostalgia, and a faint glimmer of tears.
But Little Felan did not take any further action; she simply held him quietly.
The girl nestled obediently against his chest. Even though this former genius had fallen from grace and been replaced by another genius, in her heart he was still that simple and kind younger brother.
After a beautiful night, the two embraced and welcomed the rising sun.
"It's all your fault!"
Curtis reached out, enduring the lingering pain in her lower body, and pushed Little Felan away. She straightened her collar to cover a hickey on her neck.
Little Fei Lan touched her nose, put on her coat, and covered up the teeth marks on her shoulder... as well as the claw marks from her fingernails.
They looked at each other, and in their eyes, a flowing, endless love was revealed.
...
"The Knights of Prussia have agreed to cooperate with us."
"Oh, they dare to betray their lord? To attack the towns under their jurisdiction?"
"Yes, that lord is weak and incompetent. The real power is actually in the hands of the various knight commanders. However, that knight commander has too big an appetite."
"I agree."
"But the compensation they're asking for isn't low. They want hundreds of young and beautiful women, along with all sorts of resources from the town. We... we won't get any benefit from that."
"Agree to their request."
The old bishop, who was sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed, spoke in an unquestionable tone.
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The priest serving nearby greeted him respectfully.
The high-ranking priests standing by remained unmoved, clearly having grown accustomed to the old bishop's dictatorship.
Outside the crack in the door, Xiao Feilan, who had come clutching a new type of rice stalk, froze, as if she had fallen into a cold cave.
The elderly person beside him shook their head, thinking to themselves how young and naive they had been back then.
...
A rice paddy, erected on a scaffold, is lush and vibrant with life.
Xiao Fei Lan's eyes were glazed over. He subconsciously reached out to help up a stalk of rice that had been blown down by the wind, clearly still processing the shocking news.
"Huff!"
A golden beam of light descended, a strong wind swept through, and a large swathe of rice stalks knelt down.
The old bishop descended and appeared beside him.
"Did you hear that?"
"Um."
Xiao Fei Lan replied that he understood; they had specifically summoned him over to deliberately leak information to him.
The so-called divine redemption of all was actually a scheme orchestrated by the divine court in collusion with knights disguised as bandits.
In a sense, this bishop was his father's murderer.
Are you angry?
The old bishop moved a stool over, sat down, and looked at the rice ears that were brimming with life and about to ripen, and couldn't help but ask.
"A little, but not really angry..."
Xiao Feilan scratched his head. He was simple-minded and intelligent, but not good at handling emotional matters.
Facing this old man who was like a father... no, even better than his cowardly, alcoholic, and scolding father, he couldn't feel a trace of hatred. Instead, after learning the truth, he felt somewhat indifferent.
Perhaps the tears shed back then were simply a result of confusion and fear about the future.
With each drop of tears, he had already exhausted the last bit of affection he had for his father.
Furthermore, his new wife, Sister Curtis, will be married to him next week, with the old bishop as a witness, and he wishes to offer his blessings to the newlyweds.
His intuition told him not to cause trouble, or he would regret it for the rest of his life.
“You are actually very smart and have the ability to be the next bishop, better than me.”
The old bishop patted his head and smiled, "God's gaze is on us, but it falls on you more than on me, the bishop."
"What...does this mean?" Little Felan asked, puzzled.
"This means that the Divine Court's grand plan of infiltration will be completed through you."
"The rise of the Divine Court will also erupt in your next term!"
The old bishop smiled with satisfaction, his smile deepening.
Little Fei Lan seemed lost in thought, her eyes concealing a greater sense of bewilderment.
He couldn't understand why the divine court, which always promoted peace and abundance, needed to sacrifice so many people to grow stronger.
Why does the benevolent god of harvest require bloodshed and fire?
The old bishop calmed down for a while, allowing little Ferran to think things through before telling him the truth.
The Divine Court secretly instigated wars, and after the chaos, seized the opportunity to plunder faith.
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