Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Luo Mi, who was hungry and had been electrocuted, planned to have a three-minute cold war with Anos to express his dissatisfaction.
During these three minutes, Anos was not idle. He took off all his clothes and laid them flat on the bed.
Two white silk gloves embroidered with the Vatican’s coat of arms, three feather badges of slightly more complicated design, two bracelets, two anklets, and two identical silver chain crosses – exactly the same as the ones kept by old Moon.
Except for the gloves and the cross, Luo Mi didn’t notice Anos wearing these other things until he took them off.
Judging from Anos’s personality, he didn’t seem to like accessories at all. Luo Mi even thought that these were Anos’s divine equipment.
After Anos arranged the equipment, he placed his hand on his chest and recited something in a low voice.
Soon, his body began to emit a soft white light, which spread towards all the items on the bed and enveloped them. These items were like sponges thrown into water, absorbing all the holy light.
Anos opened his eyes and re-equipped himself with these things.
Luo Mi immediately forgot that he was going to use cold violence against Anos just now, and asked curiously: “Your Highness, what did you do just now?”
Anos put on his gloves: “Replenish their sacred power.”
Luo Mi asked the question that concerned him the most: “Your Highness the Holy Son relies on these to release divine arts? I thought Your Highness the Holy Son could do all of this by himself.”
Anos stroked the emblem on the back of his hand and frankly admitted, “Perhaps my faith in God is not devout enough. I find it difficult to perform most of the complex divine arts of the Church. Therefore, I choose to use props that have divine arts stored in advance. I only need to fill them with divine power to use them.”
Luo Mi understood.
He said to the system in his mind: “In this case, if I steal the equipment from the Saint Son, can I beat him?”
[What do you think?]
Luo Mi thought about it carefully and rejected his idea: “Probably not… The Holy Son just doesn’t know how to use complicated magic, but the power should still be his.”
I’m afraid that even if he used the natural power of holy light to send bricks flying, he could easily crush a low-level little demon like him.
Anos saw Luo Mi’s regretful expression, and his blue eyes became gentle: “Don’t worry about me, everything is arranged by God. God doesn’t allow me to perform magic by myself, I guess there must be a reason for God.”
Anos, who had dressed again, opened the window, looked outside, then turned to ask Luo Mi, “I’m going to the mayor’s house to investigate. What about you?”
Going to investigate the mayor?
Luo Mi remembered that the girl Vivian had said, “If I run away, the mayor will kill my father,” and immediately rubbed his hands and said, “Of course I will go!”
….
The mayor’s house was the most luxurious manor in Larry Town. It was more magnificent than the church and there was no mistaking it.
Anos stood outside the mayor’s manor, frowning slightly.
Luo Mi squatted down and hid himself in a bush, completely entering the “stealth” atmosphere. Seeing Anos standing there in a dignified manner, he pulled his trouser leg and said, “Your Highness, are you not going to hide?”
Anos squatted down obediently, but carefully avoided the bushes.
It was already late at night, and in order to save fuel, most of the other houses in Larry Town had their lights off. But the lights were on in most of the rooms in the three-story building of the mayor’s house.
Anos saw that Luo Mi had been observing the mayor’s house carefully, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He asked, “What are you looking at?”
“Looking at the movements of the mayor’s servants!” Luo Mi answered casually, “Otherwise, how can we sneak in?”
Anos calmly stretched out his hand, a ball of light flickered in his palm, and then sank into the bodies of both of them.
Luo Mi was surprised to find that everything around him became transparent.
“Invisibility.” Anos explained simply, “As long as you are not disturbed by the devil’s aura, no one will hear you even if you speak.”
Luo Mi felt that his experience was still too shallow: “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and find evidence of the mayor’s crime!”
He excitedly dragged Anos into the mayor’s manor and entered the room while the maid was opening the door.
The decoration of the mayor’s house was in the style of a nouveau riche, with every floor and wall emphasizing extravagance. In particular, the furniture and glass lamps all had complex patterns that looked like they were copied and pasted, as if they were made up of petals of several flowers, which made Luo Mi dizzy.
Anos glanced at the overly luxurious patterns: “This style is similar to a noble family’s coat of arms.”
Luo Mi became interested: “Could it be that the mayor here is a descendant of a big family?”
Anos denied: “A true noble emblem would not be like this…”
He paused and came up with a relatively mild word, “such lack of aesthetics.”
This was probably what was meant by “the more you lack something, the more you emphasize it.”
Luo Mi also thought that the pattern was ugly: “It fits the mayor’s aesthetic taste. In other words, the mayor of Larry Town is preparing to become a noble in advance?”
Even the family crest had been designed. Did this mean that the mayor was confident that he would soon become a true noble?
Was it related to the witch trials he was holding in the town?
Anos also thought of this possibility, his eyes calm: “Maybe.”
He suddenly reached out, grabbed Luo Mi’s collar, and pulled him to the side of the corridor.
A maid rushed out from the corner, holding two bags of steaming white bread, and ran forward nervously, almost bumping into Luo Mi.
Luo Mi rubbed his neck and noticed the maids hurrying around in the mayor’s house: “They seem to be preparing food… Is there a banquet at the mayor’s house? Should we go and have a look!”
According to the normal plot development, at times like this, there must be a gathering of shady people!
Anos did not refuse: “Okay.”
The two followed the maid who was holding the bread, went around three corners, and finally arrived at an extra-large banquet hall.
Through the crack in the door, Luo Mi saw the roasted lamb chops, roasted suckling pig, roasted chicken, pigeon soup, wine, etc. placed on the huge dining table at a glance. The rich aroma of the meat made his stomach rumble again.
Remembering the electric shock collar around his neck, Luo Mi forced himself to shift his attention away from the food and look at the person eating.
One of them was the mayor, and the other two were the people who stood beside the mayor during the witch trial during the day. Judging from their clothes, which were full of the style of Larry Town, they did not look like outsiders.
Luo Mi took the opportunity to sneak in when the maid went in and out to deliver bread and stood next to the mayor who was eating heartily to listen to what they were talking about.
These two people were indeed from Larry Town. One was the tax collector of Larry Town, and the other was the sheriff. Both were trusted subordinates of the mayor.
Luo Mi endured the greasy flattery between middle-aged men for a long time, and finally heard some meaningful words.
The bloated tax collector didn’t eat much, and looked a little worried: “Sir, the miracle during the day…is it really not God’s punishment on us?”
The mayor put down his glass and said with a smile: “Hader, we are all devout believers in God. How could God punish us?”
The tax collector was obviously not convinced: “But the light of the angel in the miracle seemed to be protecting Vivian Moon…”
The sheriff next to him drank the bright red wine in one gulp and said with a smile, “I see. Our Hader is heartbroken about those delicate girls being burned to death? But it’s not our fault. We can only blame them for being bewitched by the devil!”
“That’s right.” The mayor followed up, “Even if we made a wrong judgment, as long as we confess to God in our hearts, we will definitely be forgiven by the merciful God. Even if he really wants to punish us, he will first punish the church that arbitrarily levied religious taxes and proposed the witch trial. We are at most accomplices.”
The tax collector’s expression improved a lot. He grabbed the lamb chops on the plate and seemed a little embarrassed: “I’m sorry to have embarrassed you.”
Luo Mi frowned and glanced at Anos.
As expected, Anos also frowned.
The three of them then began to chat about the beautiful girls in the town. Luo Mi felt as if his ears were being polluted. Just as he was about to leave, he heard the sheriff say, “Speaking of which, becoming a clergyman is really troublesome. You have to fast and do this and that. And those two adults even refused to taste such delicious wine!”
The mayor’s expression changed subtly, and he smiled and waved his hand: “Don’t speak ill of God’s servants. Just let them be.”
According to the religious knowledge that Luo Mi had crammed in the past few days, “Servant of God” was a special term for official members of the Holy See.
Luo Mi’s first reaction was that his and Anos’ arrival had been discovered, but he soon felt something was wrong: no one had ever brought them wine!
Anos listened calmly, turned around and walked out of the banquet hall without saying a word.
Luo Mi hurriedly followed: “Anos, do you know who the ‘servant of God’ they are talking about is?”
Anos whispered, “I sensed a slight breath of divine power when I entered this manor, but I thought it was left over from the mass the priest performed for the mayor.”
Luo Mi raised his eyebrows: So there are other people from the Vatican in the mayor’s house?
How would Anos, the Holy Son of the Church, handle this?
There was no emotion on Anos’s pretty face. He just walked upstairs, sensing the holy light.
Luo Mi asked the system in his heart: “Does the Holy Son have the power to punish other members of the Church?”
[From a procedural point of view, even if it is the Pope, if he wants to punish a clergy member who has made a mistake, he must send him to the Inquisition.]
Luo Mi touched his chin and said, “It will be a good show to watch.”
….
Soon, the two arrived at the door of a guest room on the second floor.
Anos held the cross on his chest and whispered, “God show me what I want to see.”
Then, the door of the guest room suddenly became transparent, revealing the scene inside.
Two missionaries dressed as priests were enjoying their dinner in the guest room – black bread dipped in warm water.
Luo Mi looked at them curiously, and always felt that there was something different between these two and Anos. After careful examination, he noticed that the cross embroidered on the robes of these two missionaries was different from Anos’s style, which was short at the top and long at the bottom. Instead, it was the standard style with the same length in all four directions.
Anos’ eyes were calm and he exhaled slightly.
Luo Mi asked: “Who are they?”
Anos pursed his lips, as if he didn’t want to answer, but finally said: “They are believers of the ‘pious’ sect.”
Luo Mi blinked: “What is the ‘Pious Faction’?”
“Although God is unique, different believers have different understandings of God’s teachings, which naturally lead to creation of different factions.” Anos whispered, “The ‘Pious Faction’ believes that everything in the secular world is a restriction of faith and spirituality. All organizations, including the Vatican, are a distortion of God’s teachings. Every believer can and should communicate directly with God’s soul in prayer.”
Luo Mi understood: This is the Protestantism on Earth!
Anti-secular, anti-power, believe in yourself.
“What’s wrong with the Pietists?”
Anos shook his head. “There is nothing wrong with the Pious Factions themselves. The understanding of God should not be limited to the Holy City. However, the Pious Factions’ creed allows them to interpret God’s guidance and obtain God’s revelation on their own, which makes them more likely to have radical ideas than other factions.”
His eyes fell on the two missionaries who had just finished their simple dinner and began to pray devoutly. “For example, the witch trial that makes them believe in the existence of witches and believe that all witches should be burned to death.”
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