People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 282

Living in the capital is not easy.

Even the well-known Abbe, behind the glamorous buildings, is still full of poor people living in dark and cramped corners.

The famous poet Gallup of Abbe wrote in his "Spark":

——My friend, you have witnessed the bustling lights of Abbe, have you ever heard the whale soul wandering under the stars, wailing in loneliness? Have you ever heard of a woman sobbing in the low moss alley? 【Note 1】

As the night darkened, Iyetta hugged her little son's clothes, curled up against the damp wall, buried her knees, and sobbed silently.

Oh, her poor thirteen-year-old son, Mallory, had his entire arm caught in the machine while he was working at the Bertram textile factory.

The black-hearted factory owner is afraid of damage to the machine worth a million ass, and is unwilling to reverse the gear at all.

When the workers disassembled the machine and rescued little Mallory, he had lost too much blood and died!

In this regard, the black-hearted factory owner is only willing to pay 8,000 Assi, which is the result of the probation of the believers in Dawn Grey.

The believer said: Only with kindness and forgiveness can Little Mallory ascend to heaven and live happily forever under the light of the Lord.

Iyetta believed it.

However, she still missed little Mallory.

She dared not show it.

Fear that the husband will be upset, and that the elder son will be upset;

I can only cry secretly in the middle of the night, and dare not even make a sound.

"Mom, you, why are you crying here?"

A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Iyetta's body stiffened, and suddenly looked up, only to see little Mallory standing in front of her in tattered overalls with a look of confusion.

"Little Mallory? You... are you okay?"

"How can I be wrong? Damn Pierce told me to work overtime again, didn't Aubrey tell you? By the way, mom, what's going on at home? Brother is fighting again?"

Before the little Mallory had finished speaking, his mother suddenly stood up, embraced the scrawny him in her arms, and burst into tears.

Little Mallory froze blankly, wondering how to comfort her mother?

Only presumptuous crying reverberates in the closed courtyard, and it will only reverberate in the small courtyard.

Iyetta fell asleep.

She fell asleep against the moss-covered corner of her chair, tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, but a hint of joy in the corners of her mouth.

——She dreamed of little Mallory.

Outside the courtyard wall, on the wide road across the street, Ning Xiuyuan was riding a carriage provided by the monastery, passing by calmly.

"Jerome, do you know the residence of the Sorcy family?"

Ning Xiuyuan asked calmly.

After receiving Angela's reply, he asked to go to Abbe Cathedral to pray for atonement.

Even at night, Father Jerome, the deacon of his itinerary, hurriedly arranged the carriage.

At this time, it is the way back from prayer.

"Of course, is the Bishop going to visit the Sothik family?"

Father Jerome, who sat facing Ning Xiuyuan, quickly nodded and asked.

"No, the night is dark, tomorrow!"

"Okay, when does the Bishop plan to visit tomorrow? I will inform the Sorcy family."

"nine in the morning."

Ning Xiuyuan casually ordered, and then closed his eyes, and amidst the slight sway of the horse-drawn carriage, he woke up sleepily.

In his eternal space, the scrawny little Mallory, his eyes suspended hollowly in the pitch black.

——He wants to kill and kill without a trace. The vain son who is deceived by disease fraudsters is the best chess piece.

However, Ning Xiuyuan, who recreated the False Son, had no choice but to express the special nature of Nicola's son Rashomon.

It turned out that he found a ray of mutilated soul in little Mallory's body.

In other words, the disease fraudster who treated Iyetta's heart disease recalled the remnant soul of little Mallory in accordance with a certain law, and then fraudulently completed the remnant soul based on the remnant soul.

"According to this result, anyone should be the only one who exists. It is impossible to fraudulently clone another person to treat patients with heart disease."

"No, it's wrong!"

"It should be said that Iyetta's heart disease anchored the only little Mallory. The low-level operation logic of the disease fraudster is limited to the patient. Even I cannot change this."

"I can choose treatment, or no treatment, or the degree of treatment. But heart disease can never cure the liver, and liver disease can cure the lungs."

"Huh, the plan really can't keep up with the changes!"

"However, this is fine. After the mission is completed, even if it is too late to destroy, this trace of remnant soul will mislead the direction of the church's investigation."

Ning Xiuyuan wandered in his thoughts.

Originally, his plan was to perform the task with the False Son. No matter if it fails or succeeds, the fraud is eliminated, the False Son disappears immediately, and there is no investigation.

Unexpectedly, now there is a ray of remnant soul?

This surprised Ning Xiuyuan.

Of course, he can destroy the remnant soul and cheat again.

But little Mallory's situation reminded him.

——Little Mallory is not Rashomon after all, he will never be as pure, vain and false as Rashomon!

Because he has really existed, reflections in the water, echoes on the walls, past time and space, memories of sentient beings...

It can be said that the geese have left traces, and the wind has left their voices.

It is impossible to completely erase his traces.

That being the case, this strand of remnant soul is simply kept to mislead the target.

After thinking about it, the carriage was also shaking, returning to the monastery outside Abbe.

Just stepping on the third floor of Dongwaibao, around a corner, Ning Xiuyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

I saw a priest in white standing proudly under the empty pillars in the distance.

When Ning Xiuyuan turned the corner, he also raised his eyes and looked over.

Suddenly, Ning Xiuyuan seemed to see a sharp, handleless sword coming out of its body, stabbing people's eyes with pain.

"The Inquisition, Nedhar, harassing in the middle of the night, please forgive me, Bishop Arthurs."

Nedhar felt very polite, stroking his chest.

"Your lord is polite, why don't you contact my itinerary deacon directly?"

Ning Xiuyuan responded with humility.

"Every prayer and confession is a sublimation of the soul bathing my lord Shenghui! How can I interrupt this sacred moment?"

Nedhar looked polite.

Obviously he already knew about Ning Xiuyuan's itinerary, but he didn't bother him. Instead, he chose to wait in front of the door to show his sincerity.

"Please!"

Ning Xiuyuan smiled, opened the door, and invited Nedha in.

Secretly muttered in my heart:

Is Abbe Demigod so worthless? Before this day was over, two demigods had come in succession.

Entering the room, the guest of honor took a seat.

Nedhar made a few words of kindness, and then the goal was about to come, and he told him one hundred and fifty-one.

"This... sneak into the mechanical undead?"

Ning Xiuyuan didn't hide the surprise on his face after listening.

"Yes, Bishop Arthurs is concerned?"

Nedhar asked euphemistically.

"This is the will of the Pope?"

"The Pope's decree will be here soon. I came here to inform in advance, and ask if there are any problems, so I can help solve it."

Nedhar's euphemism is actually beyond doubt.

"As the Pope is the spokesperson of my lord, his will is the oracle of my lord. Even if the oracle is coming, even if it is the abyss of **** and the boundless darkness, I will wear my lord's holy glory, holding the sword and going forward without hesitation."

Ning Xiuyuan made a generous statement, just a word outside the words, don't fool me, I won't go anywhere without the pope's order.

Ning Xiuyuan was worried about Nedhar's false preaching of the imperial decree.

"Very well, Bishop Arthurs just wait for the good news."

Nedhar smiled, and didn't care about Ning Xiuyuan's caution ~www.mtlnovel.com~.

As a bishop, he didn't even have this city mansion, he was dead long ago, and he was qualified to come and witness the coronation ceremony of the king?

Ning Xiuyuan's heart suddenly throbbed when he heard the words.

It seems that this mechanical undead kingdom of God, he is going to decide it!

"I heard that Demigod Bessimo visited you during the day?"

After Nedha notified him, he changed the subject.

"Yes."

"I don't know why he came?"

"This..." Ning Xiuyuan pretended to hesitate: "Fortune telling something."

"Oh? What happened?"

"I have never fortune-telling."

Nedhar demigod raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You refused?"

Chapter end

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