Chapter 75 The Crack in the Human Heart
The giant black dragon with a wingspan of tens of meters long let out a deep roar and flew across the sky at high speed, blowing out strong air currents.
On the broad back of this dragon monster, there is a coquettish-looking woman in a red dress leaning on the cushions, her slender white fingers gently playing with the black hair hanging on her shoulders. I don’t know what I’m thinking.
"Your Highness, ahead is the entrance to the ruins mountain range. The sealed object that the Duke mentioned should be hidden in the deepest part of the maze."
The woman in the red dress suddenly appeared next to her. A little black cat jumped out and spoke human words.
"I know."
After hearing Afiya's words, Yvestle replied calmly after coming back to her senses.
At this moment, in addition to herself, all the subordinates of Augusta Manor also gathered on the other side of the dragon's back.
They seem to be about to perform a difficult task.
Looking at the endless mountains and dense jungles below, flying backwards, Yvest said nothing.
Except for days when she needed to fight, her subordinates almost never spoke to her, and daily chats were limited to "What does Your Highness want to eat today?"
For some reason, Linn's figure subconsciously appeared in Yvest's mind.
If that guy was here, it would definitely not be so boring now.
Yvester thought silently.
This is the third day since she left the manor.
As for the deadline agreed between Linn and Duke Tireus, five days have passed.
I don’t know how things went.
With his ability, he should have raised tens of thousands of gold coins by now, right?
For some reason, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Yvest's mouth.
Lamonta hurried toward the carriage house where he was working.
Believers in the Cathedral of the God of Mars have always advocated a sense of responsibility and believe that men should be the backbone of the family.
As one of them, Lamonta has indeed achieved this.
Although life is not rich, and the employees who work at the carriage shop unloading goods from early in the morning to late at night can only earn a few silver coins, but they give their wives and children the best life they can.
At this moment, it is just dawn.
As a believer in the God of War, he took a slight detour just to pass by the Municipal Square.
This is what he has been doing a lot in recent days.
I don’t have any other ideas, just to satisfy the slight curiosity in my heart.
He wanted to see if the twelve donation boxes were still empty.
I thought that the Municipal Square would be the same as the previous few days. There were not many people wandering around at this time.
Never thought about it.
When Lamonta came to the Municipal Square, he looked from a distance and found that there were crowds of all kinds of people there, and the square was completely surrounded.
What happened?
With a hint of curiosity, Lamonta, who was supposed to be in a hurry to unload the goods, suddenly stopped and walked towards the square.
There were a lot of people, and there were messy and strange comments everywhere.
This further aroused Lamonta's desire for discovery.
Fortunately, his body was very strong, and after a lot of effort, he finally pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
LaMonta wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then looked towards the donation box in the center of the square.
Then I was stunned.
At this moment, the originally expected scene of twelve empty glass boxes disappeared.
Instead, there is another scene.
I saw that the donation box that was lined up in the corner yesterday with the "Islamic Sect" logo hanging on it was moved to the center at some point. Not only that, the bottom also holds a high base like a podium.
This makes the donation box representing the Islamic sect towering over the other eleven glass boxes.
It looks particularly conspicuous.
It is as if, in the competition with other churches, it has gained an obvious and outstanding advantage.
But that's not what surprised LaMonta.
What really shocked him to the point of speechlessness was that a pile of golden coins appeared in the originally empty glass donation box of the Islamic Sect.
Each coin is printed with the portrait of Saint Laurent I, symbolizing that it is a genuine pure gold coin.
What kind of expensive wealth is that?
Lamonta had never seen such a huge pile of gold coins piled together in his life, and it was impossible to estimate it.
But the amount contained in the glass donation box was marked.
Twenty thousand Saint Laurent gold coins!
Yes. Why?
Why is it the Slam sect, which has little presence in Orne City and has even been marginalized and oppressed by their God of War Cathedral for a long time?
Lamonta was very puzzled.
at the same time.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the empty donation box in their God of War Cathedral was placed next to the Islamist sect by “coincidence”, very close to each other.
Because the opponent has a high base, the Cathedral of the God of War looks particularly shabby.
A vague feeling of shame emerged in Lamonta's heart.
At this moment, another burst of cheers suddenly broke out under the official notice wall in the distance.
Through the discussion of those people, Lamonta vaguely heard the content of the new announcement on the wall.
"It is hereby proposed that starting from today, all devout believers who have believed in the God of the Earth for more than three years and belong to the Islamic sect will be awarded the title of "Honorary Good Citizen" by the city council to commend all the devout believers of the Islamic sect. Assistance for disabled veterans’ security funds, and enjoy tax exemptions and other benefits.”
“Buzz!”
Lamonta’s mind exploded.
Why them?
Almost everyone in the entire city of Orn is aware of the grudges between the God of War Cathedral and the Islamist Sect.
But today, these believers of the Islam sect, who are at the lowest end of the chain of contempt for their faith, actually took a leap and became the masters?
Looking at the small group of cheering crowds in the distance, Lamonta recognized that several of them were even colleagues who believed in Islam who he had mocked in public.
At this moment, the banner on the donation box looks particularly dazzling.
“Let’s see which faith is the most kind and generous.”
A few days ago, this answer would have been up in the air.
But starting from today, it has become an obvious thing.
Slamism is the most kind and generous faith!
When all the churches chose to remain silent, they stood up and spent thousands of dollars!
For the people, they cannot see things as profound as the nobles, and can only receive superficial information.
So from this moment on, the conclusion just now will gradually spread and ferment in the mouths of countless people.
It won’t be long before it sweeps the whole city.
Looking at the empty donation box in his church, Lamonta suddenly felt a little ashamed.
So he lowered the brim of his hat and fled here in a hurry while taking advantage of the chaos.
Not just him.
Similar scenes occurred all over the square.
(End of this chapter)