Chapter 74 The Fruit of Greed (7)
When she turned her attention back to the church, many believers had already gathered inside. They were meditating and praying under the guidance of the priest. Dorota followed the believers who were pouring in and walked into the hall.
"There, in the upper left corner of the third row in front, do you see it?" The observer pointed to the direction where Makisuke was, "He looks quite well dressed."
Dorota, who was not paying attention, asked, "Where did he get this outfit from?"
The observer: "..."
The observer: "It should have been provided by Yu Bufeng."
"Look down."
When the observer suddenly gave a panicked reminder, the young man not far away seemed to have noticed something and looked up. His eyes fell on Dorota, who was praying with her eyes closed, and he subconsciously stood up.
In his haste, his arm bumped against the front seat, making a few noises and attracting dissatisfaction from other believers. Makisuke apologized in a low voice and finally walked to the side of the person with light steps.
She was still concentrating on praying to the unknown god, her lips moving and uttering unfamiliar scriptures to him.
Makisuke did not understand the meaning of these scriptures. He himself had no faith, not to mention the god of desire who symbolized plunder, destruction and conflict in the Zhuwang District. He did not understand why this god who could not bring peace and stability would become the mainstream belief.
The quiet atmosphere seemed to be lurking with storms. He instinctively felt uneasy, so he also learned to make a silent gesture.
The priest who presided over the ceremony was ready to read the scriptures only after all the believers entered the church. He motioned for people to keep listening, and the restless atmosphere immediately became quiet.
Dorota also opened her eyes again, but she ignored the stranger who appeared beside her, and just listened attentively to the priest's reading, as if she had completely integrated into this place.
Adapt to this place, change yourself, worship a false god and dedicate everything to it.
Makisuke felt that this conclusion was very absurd.
But he was very afraid that it was true.
The priest on the stage finished reading, and he began to explain the deeper meaning of the scriptures, and patiently induced the believers to understand it in depth. During this period, he picked up the skull model prepared in advance, and in the other hand was a cup of holy water.
The Holy Grail poured the blessed holy water onto the skull. In just a blink of an eye, the clear liquid turned into blood, which portended an ominous omen. The priest raised his arms high and spoke loudly: "The merciful and forgiving Lord once suffered for His believers. It was He who saved us from the darkness."
"He brought prosperity and prosperity, and the land we live in has long-term peace."
The slow and deep tone seemed to be a deliberate guidance, creating a solemn atmosphere while filling the believers with reverence and gratitude, making the original faith more deeply rooted.
They need this enthusiasm, and are willing to dedicate all their wealth and lives to the God they believe in, and to the church.
"A distinguished guest has also chosen to join us." The priest extended his hand in a certain direction, as if as an invitation. Under his gaze, the distinguished guest of the church stood up and walked onto the stage to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
She was wearing a white nun-style dress, pure and elegant, with a little sadness in her eyes, as if she was a saint in the mural who was guided by God to come to the world to comfort sinners. Her faith was pure and clean, and she would bring good news to all those in distress.
The light kissed her hair and eyebrows, making her look more pious and holy, and the priest handed the hosting of the hymn session to her. The atmosphere in the synagogue became more peaceful.
They prayed and confessed through singing, establishing a closer connection with God and placing their emotions on it.
Harmonious, intoxicated, yet extremely weird.
The young man who could not fit in here was the only outlier. He was a pagan and would be sentenced to eternal damnation.
His pupils reflected her peaceful face, which was still familiar, but so strange that he could hardly recognize it, as if a monster was living in that beautiful skin, ready to pierce the fragile skin in the next second, looking at him with greedy eyes.
Brainwashing. This word circled in his mind.
Church...
He clenched his hands tightly, and when he let go, a glaring mark was left on his palm. They really used such a method.
When he came to his senses again, the ceremony had already ended, and the figure on the stage disappeared in front of his eyes. Only the priest was left patiently answering the questions of the believers, and the people around him also walked out of the synagogue one after another.
Makusuke walked towards the priest, picked out two sentences about the content of the scripture from his memory, and asked about the annotations like other believers, and finally revealed his true purpose: "The singing of the lady on the stage is really fascinating. Do you know where she went?"
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Dorota went to the backyard again.
She liked to spend most of her free time here, reading books, taking care of plants, studying the scriptures of the church, and the slow time passed leisurely in the sound of the wind. She has always been curious about how the god of desire worshipped by the church was born.
She did not find any relevant records, and the nun told her that the Lord came here because he heard people's prayers.
"Why?"
"Because God loves the world."
Love?
Isn't it because of power?
The faceless statues, the deceived people, the church where the greedy took money and status, and the poor were forbidden to enter.
Dorota now realized that there were so many places to create negative emotions, but he chose the church. The believers' trust and desire deeply satisfied the bishop's hypocritical self-esteem.
Those statues with blank facial features, was Baskent imagining the non-existent gods or his own face?
It was fake and ridiculous.
Pulling back to reality, Dorota turned to the next page of the book. When the sound of light footsteps fell beside her, she did not look up. "Only those who are not inside the church can enter the backyard casually. How did you get in?"
"I slipped in when the people outside were not paying attention." Makisuke's answer was very honest, but the person on the other side did not care whether he was honest or not. She closed the book, "From the 13th district to the church, your appearance is a bit too coincidental."
"I've already told you that you've got the wrong person, so please don't show up in front of me."
Dorota looked at him, cold and distant. In order to maintain a decent demeanor, she didn't show any impatience in her attitude. "I won't tell the bishop, but you need to leave here."
She turned around to leave, but he suddenly asked: "You don't know me, but do you still remember what happened before?"
Dorota stopped walking, and Makisuke's eyes lit up. He did not miss the moment of hesitation and explained it directly in a concise and clear manner: "The imperial capital has tampered with your memory."
"They murdered your family and killed your friends. Because of hatred, you founded the rebel organization 'Tracing the Origin'."
"You can't trust them, you obviously..."
"Enough."
The young man was interrupted before he finished speaking. This time, she didn't even keep the superficial politeness and gentleness. Her eyes were cold, and the white that symbolized purity turned into cold and indifferent. "You are full of lies, why should I believe what you said?"
The harsh words and eyes hurt him, making him unable to say anything. In fact, he could not produce any evidence, and everything seemed dry and powerless, because at the beginning, even his suspicion that Dorota was the same as Baihe was a subjective guess.
"But you shouldn't believe them." Makisuke muttered to himself. He witnessed Dorota's departure, and finally stayed in the rest pavilion for a long time before getting up.
Dorota, who was hiding not far away, safely removed the cover of Makisuke's whereabouts. She thought that in this way, Makisuke probably wouldn't come to her again, but she underestimated his persistence.
The next day in the hall, she saw him again, and he looked rejuvenated as if he would never stop.
Dorota sighed, but still turned cold and asked Makisuke to stay away from her. The young man stopped walking, he looked down at the book that was thrown at his feet, bent down, picked up the book, and then opened it.
He hurriedly scanned the contents of the book, and his fingertips, which were holding the paper tightly, were constantly exerting force, so they turned a little white. Makusuke did not expect that apart from the research institute and the illegal auction, the existence of the church itself was not peaceful. What they promote is the extreme self.
They advocate struggle, promote equality and the realization of interests, and emphasize satisfying one's own desires, indulging in all behaviors, and even disregarding the damage to others and the overall interests of society.
The faith advocated by Saint-Vieux Church also affects the entire Zhuwang District and other urban areas.
What kind of environment will influence people?
Ignorance, blind obedience, Makisuke thought back to the anomalies he felt in the Zhuwang District. Those silk threads floating in the air seemed to turn people into puppets. Its essence was manipulation, but no one felt anything was wrong.
He intuitively felt that the source of the problem was in the Church of Saint-Vieux, or in other words, in the body of the bishop.
He couldn't just sit back and watch. Makisuke originally came here to investigate the church, and this further solidified his determination to find evidence by all means.
But he collected evidence in order to sue the church, and the imperial capital was best at forgery and the destruction of corpses.
Makisuke still had hope for the Federation.
He would be disappointed in the end.
"You gave him the book on purpose. Aren't you afraid that he will be discovered by the church during the investigation?" The observer paused, "and the ceremony will start the day after tomorrow."
"It doesn't matter."
When Dorota returned to the bedroom, an exquisite gift box was quietly placed on the table. She opened the box and found, as expected, a long dress inside, which was for her to attend the ceremony.
After all, the church still pays more attention to decency. No matter how shameful the means are, what is displayed must be bright and beautiful enough.
"Because I will help him, isn't it? If you are worried that he might stumble into the ceremony by accident, that would be even better."
Dorota's lips slowly curled up into an insincere smile, and she continued: "He will see through everything, but just at the end of the ceremony."
"Is it the church that wipes out our remaining consciousness, or I destroy it all and he witnesses it with his own eyes. Which one do you want to see? Lord Son of God, who is as unfortunate as me." "
Instead of worrying, you might as well wish me good luck."