Chapter 300 The Handsome Foreign Guy and the Missionary Poisoned by Faith

Is this Drake City? Sure enough, it is the countryside, which is not comparable to the kings. It is full of vulgar low-class people and philistine businessmen. Except for the slightly better air and public security, I can hardly see any extravagance.

What did you see? A missionary leads a group of poor people to pray in public, my God, you let a dirty child touch your uniform robe with her dirty hands? Why can you still laugh?

Why? Why would a noble person like a missionary be with a group of lowly people? Shouldn't you be sitting in a spacious and bright church, waiting for someone to give you money, ask you to recite a passage of the glory of the goddess, and then sell the holy water at a high price?

Why would you spend so much holy water on these dispensable people?

Yes, he saw that the missionary was actually pouring holy water. Although the method was more gorgeous, he was doing the same process of sprinkling holy water for believers as other priests and bishops did.

This must be an unsuccessful missionary who has been excluded. No matter how sincere and charming the smile on his face is, Stellan does not think it is his heart, but as the most noble person here, he feels that he is still in harmony with It is better for him to ask about the way.

"Dear missionary, hello, I am a lost lamb and need the guidance of the goddess." The 28-year-old Stellan has long golden hair, a soft face and a slender and well-proportioned figure, and can be elected as the king. He is one of the top ten perfect lovers, his appearance, etiquette, and conversation are impeccable.

"Guests from afar, I can see that you have gone through a difficult journey. May the goddess bless you. I don't know where the guests from afar want to go?"

The glittering golden missionary took out a white handkerchief and wiped the hands of the dirty little girl who was only five or six years old in front of her, then put a piece of candy in her hand and rubbed her little head: "Go back, kid!" , your parents are still waiting for you."

After the little girl thanked the missionary, she bounced up to a young couple and showed the candy to her parents as if offering a treasure. This is a devout and loving missionary, and Strand secretly came to a conclusion , "Dear missionary, your character is commendable, you are the most caring missionary I have ever seen."

"No, I'm still far behind. Compared with my teacher, my performance is far from enough." As if thinking of Xiaowei, the missionary's eyes were full of admiration.

My influence and expression are still not enough, otherwise there would not be only twenty or thirty people listening to me reciting hymns here, but dozens or even hundreds of people. You must know that Teacher Weier didn't tell them that he was coming, and no one knew that he was coming back. As a result, he attracted so many people, but he almost made a big statement, but there were only dozens of people each time, and sometimes even There are only a dozen people, but I will not give up.

"Your teacher must be a kind elder." It is a compulsory course for playboys to read words and tell good things. As one of the worst family backgrounds among the top ten handsome men in the capital, Stellan is very good at watching words and expressions.

Sure enough, the missionary smiled even bigger: "Is there anything I can do to help you? A guest from afar."

"I want to find a hotel in the central area, preferably not far from the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. You know, the closer the place is to the Goddess, the more holy it is." Strand's words were impeccable.

The smile on the missionary's face became brighter and brighter, "Guests from afar, the West End is the most remote place in Drake City, and the people living here are the city's low-level people. If you can meet a philanthropist, this is the best place. .”

"If customers want to do business, the bustling business district in the South District and the traditional business district in the East District are very good. The North District is a concentration of factories, which is slightly better than the West District, but the environment is not ideal. Of course, my teacher It's getting better and better with help.

The central area is the political center of Drake City, where nobles and wealthy businessmen gather, and the environment is also the best. "

Stellan's face suddenly sank, damn it! That caravan actually left itself in the ghetto? ! He also said that this is the safest place in Drake City, and it is also the place that receives the least attention.

It turns out that the relatively large flow of migrants in the slums is indeed not concerned, but I have a mission to appear as a noble person. If I really settle here, everything will be over.

"That's it. No wonder the people here don't look very good. Mr. Missionary is really a caring person, so he came to preach the Goddess' teachings for them." Strand felt that if he was allowed to stay in this place for a day, he would definitely feel uncomfortable. Death, whether it is safe or not, is another matter, but the people here really make him a little embarrassed, and the slums are too far away for a handsome man like himself.

"No one can decide their origin, but everyone has the right to believe in the goddess. The goddess is selfless and loving. Wherever the sun shines, there will be believers of the goddess. This is the goal that we missionaries of the goddess have been striving for. "This slogan was proposed by Teacher Weier. When I heard this slogan, I was so shocked that I couldn't turn my head around.

What a great ideal this is. Mr. Weier has been silently guarding the city. He has repeatedly defeated the invasion of the city by hell demon believers, devil believers and alien races, and has won the praise of the goddess.

What about yourself? The strength of force is definitely not as good as that of Teacher Weier, so use your own beliefs to complete the great cause that the teacher usually has no time to complete!

The enchanted missionary's face is full of happiness. He is a little transparent in the church, but among the lower-level believers, he is the messenger of the goddess. According to Teacher Weier's idea, he goes to the people to solve their problems. Although it was as simple as pointing out a road, it also welcomed countless adoring eyes and devout believers.

no! Don't be complacent, you must deepen your learning and accumulation of people's livelihood knowledge. Once you can't answer the believers' help, it is likely to damage the image of the goddess. This is absolutely unforgivable.

"It would be great if I had the power of the teacher. He is simply the almighty messenger of the goddess." Thinking of this, the missionary couldn't help but sigh.

Through the communication for a while, Strand found that this missionary was quite knowledgeable. Although the knowledge he mastered was secular and unrefined, he could be called knowledgeable. He never expected that he would worship his teacher so much. The foreign traveler couldn't help but became more interested, "Since you want to become a wise man like your teacher, why don't you stay with him and continue studying?"

"The teacher is not in the church, and he still needs to shoulder even greater responsibilities." The missionary's words made Strand understand that his teacher is a big shot, and it is very likely that he has been transferred to the headquarters, which can also explain why this A missionary will be excluded and assigned to a poor area. Strand's delusion has broken through the sky, but his face has remained calm.

"How do we go to church?" After walking for a while, Strand felt his feet ache a little and couldn't help asking.

"Of course I walked there. It's not far from the church. You can walk there in an hour. On the way, you can also see if there are any believers who need to be saved." While talking, the missionary suddenly saw a child fall He fell to the ground, and there was a stray dog ​​chasing him behind him. He rushed over, protected the child behind him, and took out "The Glory of the Goddess" to read aloud to the stray dog. Then, the stray dog ​​whimpered and retreated.

Stellan suddenly felt that the missionary beside him was so unreliable. Was it belief poisoning?

Watching the missionary bandage the child's wound and even wash him with holy water, Strand felt that the missionary's brain was indeed sick. Was the holy water so ruined? Do you have a lot of holy water here? Didn't it mean that Drake City has been invaded by demons, devil believers, and alien assassins, and the holy water is very nervous?

"Dear missionary, I'm tired and hungry at the moment, and I want to find a suitable inn to rest earlier." Strand hesitated for a while, but still said his request, and then the missionary found a hotel to go to the central area. The delivery carriage squeezed Stellan into a small space, and took the opportunity to sprinkle a little holy water on him. After confirming that there was no problem, he gave him his blessing and sent him away.

After the carriage turned two intersections, Stellan finally couldn't bear it any longer, escaped from the delivery carriage, hired a passenger carriage with money, and came to an inn in the central area.