Chapter 51 I could have chosen not to be this kind of person!
Tim opened the door and looked at the priest standing outside, a little surprised: "You are not the one just now..."
"Well, I just borrowed this book." Wu Lu held up the "Annals of the Western Cathedral" in his hand and said, "I don't understand some of the things in it, but I see that you seem to know a lot about this book, so I want to ask you for advice. I wonder if you have time."
When asking this question, Ulu kept staring into Tim's eyes, as if he wanted to see something in the other's eyes.
"Really?" Tim hesitated, "But I'm still teaching those two kids."
"It won't take you too much time." Ulu tried to keep his tone calm. "You can also treat me as a student. Anyway, they also need to understand the content above."
Ulu originally thought that Tim would continue to refuse, but he didn't expect that after hearing what he said, Tim thought about it for a while, then nodded with a smile: "You are right, there are not many young people like you who still have such a strong desire for knowledge. I really dare not refuse you. In fact, it should be my honor to give you some advice."
As he spoke, Tim moved aside and made a "please" gesture.
Uru was a little surprised.
Just let yourself in like that?
He pursed his lips and did not show what he was thinking. He just nodded slightly and then walked into the other person's room.
This is a lounge, not very big, but very clean and tidy. The sunlight coming through the window is enough to illuminate the entire lounge, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace, at least calming Uru's originally restless heart.
A curtain divides the lounge into two parts, one for resting and the other for reading and working. There is a small table in the middle with three cups of tea and two volumes of "The Rhine Covenant" filled with densely packed notes, but no one is there.
Before Uru could ask, Tim had already closed the door behind him and walked to the table with a smile: "The two children went to the bathroom and will be back soon. You can sit down first."
Ulu nodded and sat in one of the empty seats.
"Is there anything you don't understand about that book?" Tim asked curiously. "That book is just the history of the West Cathedral, not a reference book. Is there anything that confuses you?"
Uru put down the "Annals of the Western Cathedral" in his hand, but did not answer Tim's question immediately. Instead, he was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "First of all, I want to ask, do you know the content of Article 8 of Chapter 7 of the Rhine?"
After asking this question, Uru once again looked into Tim's eyes.
Then he found that there was nothing strange in Tim's eyes, and he was still very natural: "Are you talking about the Lord's words about how believers should deal with adversity?"
Ulu's eyes widened: "You actually knew that?"
"Why wouldn't I know that?" Tim was a little surprised. "I know all 534,826 words of the Rhine Covenant."
Ulu opened his mouth subconsciously: "But, I went to many churches, and the priests here don't know."
After hearing what Ulu said, Tim immediately showed an "I see" expression: "Ah, I see, so that's why you came here."
He paused, and then his eyes suddenly softened when he looked at Uru.
"You are not the priest of Som City, are you? Since you asked this question, I guess you came here to take the test, but it didn't have a good result, right? These years..." He was silent for a while, then sighed softly, "You have suffered a lot too."
When he heard this, Ulu's body trembled violently.
First time, this is the first time.
Over the years, no one had ever told him this. When he failed the exam, Luggie laughed and mocked him for not knowing who he was and wanting to enter Som City. Kelsey beat him up the day before the exam and pretended to apologize.
Only Tim, whom he met for the first time today, understood him instantly with just a few words.
He wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t wrong about Tim.
At this moment, he couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, and yelled at Bai Wei in his heart: "Visas, you are wrong! You are wrong!"
But Bai Wei did not respond, as if he had fallen asleep again, which made Ulu feel powerless, as if he was punching cotton.
But it doesn't matter, as long as I know that I am right and that what Bai Wei said before was just blasphemous words by the evil god trying to discredit the God of the Rhine.
After taking a few deep breaths, Ulu gradually calmed down. During this time, Tim didn't say anything, as if he had given Ulu this time to calm down.
"Have you...always known this?" Uru inadvertently used honorifics to address Tim, "The so-called assessment is problematic."
"How could I not know?" Tim sighed again, "I have worked here for many years and have taught countless children who wanted to stay in this city, but most of them failed to stay."
Now, Uru was sure that Tim was also a frustrated person like himself.
So he looked at Tim as if he were looking at a compatriot, and said very seriously: "Compared to those who can't even recite the Rhine Covenant, you are more suitable to be in the cathedral."
"Oh, that kind of thing doesn't matter anymore. I've let it go after all these years." Tim said, turning his gaze to the "Annals of the West Cathedral" on the table. "So, what question did you want to ask?"
What's your question?
Uru felt that there was no problem anymore. Tim's reaction had already shown that Bai Wei's blasphemous words just now were completely crazy.
Because the person before him was a true, devout Rhine believer.
Therefore, Ulu wanted to talk to Tim about the assessment. This matter had been in his mind for many years, and he had never been able to find anyone to talk to.
"Do you think this is right?" Ulu leaned forward subconsciously, looking a little impatient. "Does this violate... No, it definitely violates the doctrine, but why is it like this? At what point has the Lord's grace been distorted?"
Faced with Uru's rapid-fire questions, Tim had to raise his hand to interrupt him.
"Calm down," Tim said. "I know you're upset about this, and so am I, but..."
He shrugged.
"I am not a bishop. I am just an ordinary clergyman working in the library."
Only then did Ulu realize that he seemed a little too excited.
Yes, as Tim said, he was just an ordinary low-level clergyman, not even as good as those low-level priests in the church.
For some things, what does it matter whether you know them or not?
Ulu looked into Tim's eyes, as if he could read helplessness in those gray pupils.
He must have been confused before, but now he has faced the reality.
Wu Lu knew that he shouldn't cause more trouble to the old man, so he prepared to leave. But at this moment, Bai Wei, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "You haven't asked the most important question yet."
Hearing Bai Wei's voice, Wu Lu's body stiffened for a moment, and then he replied coldly: "Do you think it is necessary?"
"Why not ask?" Bai Wei said with a smile, "Since we are here."
At this time, Tim also noticed that Uru was acting strangely and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Uru took a deep breath.
Since you are so persistent, I will let you see.
Uru once again looked at the Annals of the Western Cathedral, and then slowly said, "I heard a... very blasphemous statement."
"Oh?" Tim's expression gradually became serious. "What blasphemous statement?"
"Some people say that our Lord selects believers based on...some kind of appearance or image as the only criterion."
Tim's brows immediately frowned, and he said in a low voice: "What blasphemy!"
Ulu heaved a sigh of relief and laughed: "Indeed..."
“How can this be the only standard!”
Uruna's smile, which had not yet fully developed, froze in an instant: "What did you say?"
"I say, how can that be the only standard?" Tim tapped the table lightly and said, "There are indeed not many 'God's Favored Templates', but there are a few every ten years. But there is only one position for the bishop, and the person who can become the bishop must have the mind, talent, and..."
"God's Favored One Template?" Uru caught an unfamiliar word, "What does this mean?"
Tim, who was interrupted, looked at Ulu in surprise: "Don't you know?"
Before Uru could react, Tim slapped the back of his head belatedly.
"I almost forgot that you are not a priest in Som City." He paused, "Theoretically, the concept of 'God's Favored Template' cannot be known to clergy outside the cathedral, but... this rule has long been in name only, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."
Wulu grabbed his knees tightly and tried to remain calm: "I really don't know, please."
"Yeah." Tim took out a copy of The Rhine Covenant and opened it to the first page. "This isn't a complicated matter. You know the Believers of the Origin, right? Oh, you definitely know."
Uru looked at "The Rhine Covenant", which he had seen countless times, but suddenly felt a little unfamiliar.
"The Origin Believers are what my Lord Rhine believes to be the most perfect template for humans." Tim's finger slid across the paintings of the four Origin Believers. "That's why they are deeply loved by my Lord Rhine and have obtained my Lord's power. While obtaining my Lord's power, they also obtained my Lord's..."
"Pollution." Ulu spoke softly, uttering the word that he thought was "blasphemy" a few minutes ago.
Fortunately, Tim didn't hear it.
"This is what we call purification. The four origin believers received the first purification in human history. Because the power of our Lord in their bodies is the largest and purest, they are very similar to our Lord in all aspects, such as will, vision, and even the aesthetics of the world. Afterwards, these four origin believers also passed on these and their power." Tim opened the "Annals of the Western Cathedral" again. "Every archbishop has received such inheritance. Of course, it is not just the bishops. With the spread of the Rhine Religion, the power and will of our Lord, as well as the aesthetics that transcend the mundane world..."
Tim became more and more excited as he spoke, a far cry from the old man who had seen through the impermanence of the world.
On the contrary, Uru stared at Tim blankly and suddenly asked, "Do the clergy who received this glory know it themselves?"
Tim stopped and looked at Ulu with a frown: "What do you mean?"
"I say, do the people who are changed have any choice?"
"I don't understand what you mean." Tim seemed a little angry. "The glory of the Lord moistens everything silently. Even the lowest-ranking priests can be purified unconsciously. Isn't this the gift of the Lord? Why do you still care about such a strange question?"
Ulu could no longer make any expression. He stared at Tim in a daze. He only felt the man's mouth moving and making annoying sounds, but he couldn't hear what he was saying. This made him feel unprecedentedly tired.
This exhaustion made him want to leave this place immediately, so he stood up as if he had lost his soul, ignoring Tim who was still chattering, and staggered to the door. Then, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the curtain out of the corner of his eye and his body stopped.
The next second, he suddenly felt extra strength coming out of his body from nowhere, allowing him to stride to the curtain. He ignored Tim's loud shouts and directly pulled the curtain open.
The two young priests lay unconscious on the bed.
Ulu slowly turned his head and looked at Tim blankly.
Tim suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He shrugged and said, "Well, you found me after all. As usual, one for each of us. I have been eyeing these two kids for a long time. It's really a bargain for you."
Ulu stared at Tim blankly, his vision gradually blurred, and then Tim's face changed little by little and turned into Luigi.
...Luggie?
Ah, why.
The dead are still talking.
Tim didn't notice Uru's change. He was still muttering, "Really, those good juniors have been..."
"Puchi."
A pair of rusty scissors stabbed into Tim's lower abdomen when he was completely unprepared.
He widened his eyes and looked at Uru who was rushing towards him with disbelief.
"You, why…"
"Puff"!
Then the second knife, and the third knife.
Ulu did not stop, as if he had returned to the night when he killed Luji, as if he wanted to tear everything apart.
Tim tried his best, but he could only barely utter one sentence: "Why? Aren't we... the same kind of people?"
“Did you give me a choice?! Did you give me a choice?!” He put down the blood-stained scissors, pinched Tim’s neck hard, and screamed at Tim in despair, “I could have chosen not to be such a person! I could have chosen not to be such a person ah ah ah ah ah ah!”
“Why?!”
“Why?!”
Tim had no way to answer him, he seemed to be back to that failed night ten years ago.
After shouting at the top of your lungs, you will never get an answer.
(End of this chapter)
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