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August 5th, Intis, Trier.

Today is a day when the sun is shining brightly. On such days, people often believe that good things will happen to them.

John hoped so too. He nervously arranged his worn-out shirt, put on his coat carefully, and covered the embarrassing holes on the back of his shirt. For the first time in his life, he mustered up the courage to approach the high-end store in the downtown area.

A cathedral with a tall spire pointing straight towards the sun.

There was already a long queue in front of the cathedral. John looked at the simple signs on the wall and at the leaflets in his hands that had been repeatedly folded and wrinkled. He swallowed and approached one of the queues.

As soon as he entered the team, he looked around and immediately regretted it - it was broken, he should have worn more ragged clothes!

What should I do if I dress well enough to make the priests feel that I am still alive and do not receive subsidies for low-income people?

Thinking of this, he could hardly control the urge to go back and change clothes immediately, but curiosity and luck made him stop and follow the team slowly closer.

Soon, he was at the front of the queue.

Sitting behind the table was a man in red clothes and a red hood. He was writing something at his desk. When John approached the table timidly, he said impatiently as if in a hurry: "Name."

"John, John...Cobb." He almost forgot his last name, which made John blush.

The man in red robe quickly wrote down the name:

"How much is your weekly salary? What is your job? How many people are there in your family?"

John almost didn't follow the adult's question. He thought quickly, and then said with some embarrassment: "The job is... moving things at the dock. Sometimes I can get one filkin a week, and sometimes I can't find a job, so I have to

I went to pick up some old newspapers and recycle them to earn a few copper coins... I have no other relatives, just me."

The young man in red robe was not surprised. He quickly recorded the information, then pointed to the side with the pen in his hand: "Put your hand up and say, 'I didn't lie.'"

John followed his pen and noticed that the dark thing on the table was not an ink bottle, but a strange black square. He wondered what the other person's words meant, and put his hand on it.

On the black square, he said: "I..."

As soon as the words came out, John suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if a whip soaked in water was whipped from his forehead. He subconsciously wanted to take back his hand, but the shadow next to the table suddenly climbed up.

, pressed his hand tightly on the black square.

There was no time to be shocked by everything in front of him. He just wanted to finish speaking quickly and get relief:

"I... didn't... lie...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp pain in his mind suddenly disappeared, and the shadow quietly shrank back.

John quickly took his hand back as if he had been burned, his chest heaved violently, and he looked at the strange square with fear.

"Well, you didn't lie."

"Starting from next week, you can receive a subsidy of one felkin per week at the nearest church. If you are sick and unable to work, you can also go to the church to apply for medicine and treatment. Remember to go back and spread the word about this so that more people can

Many people feel the gospel and mercy of the Lord.”

The young man in red stamped the file and whispered: "Effective!"

A golden light flashed, and John suddenly felt that the piece of paper in front of him seemed to have some connection with himself. He opened his mouth in shock and said in disbelief: "Is this good?"

If you can receive one ferkin per week, you can rent a shop on the ground and you will no longer go hungry or eat old newspapers on the street to satisfy your hunger!

“Is the Lord’s mercy fake?”

The young man knocked on the table impatiently: "Praise the Lord, next one!"

"Praise the Lord!" John tremblingly took the certificate as if receiving baptism, and crossed himself on his chest with unprecedented piety, "Praise you! Great Creator! You, you are the God of gods,

Thank you for giving me the chance to live!"

The young man in red snorted and waved his hand, signaling for the next person to come forward.

He left happily, still reciting the hymns of the Creator that he had just learned from the leaflets.

Not far from the long queue, the Creator observed these people for a long time, observing the joy of being reborn on their faces, and then walked into the shadows with the people around him.

TBC

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So tired!! Hurry up and take the exam!! Days like this are too torture!!!

It’s no surprise that the reviews of this book are seriously polarized... After all, excellent top-level online articles like Mystery will have critical readers like me. Everyone’s understanding is different. Even if some people think that Aurora is a thorn in the side of this book, I will not

Not surprising. Of course, I like to hear compliments, this is human nature!
Chapter completed!