Alien Knights

This was Todd's first time using the confessional at the Mussey Church. This small room of less than three square meters was dark and stuffy. There were two wooden chairs facing each other, and a wooden louver screen was used to cover it in the middle.

At twelve o'clock at midnight, a man walked into the cubicle opposite the confessional.

Todd used the ability of perspective to see that the other party was wearing a short Orion robe made of burlap, and his beard had not been taken care of for many years. He looked hesitant and confused, wondering whether he should sit down.

"Sit down, boy."

Todesan's immature voice startled the man.

The other party clearly knew that he couldn't see the other side, but still chose to face the screen, his eyes sparkled in the darkness: "You are not the deacon."

Due to his busy schedule, Todd always handed over the confession to the deacon. Today was the first time he presided over such a ceremony. After thinking about it, he said, "There is no point in caring about these things. Under the power of God, we are just the mouth of the Holy Father."

Seeing the man standing there, Todd asked again: "Lost lamb, why did you come here to repent?"

The tone of the other party sounded a little at a loss: "Someone told me to enter the confession room at twelve o'clock tonight, and someone can answer my confusion."

"Sit down. I can only hear your voice, but not your appearance. And the things you confide will only exist in the ears of you, me and the Holy Father. Come on, tell your confusion."

The man sat on the chair as he said, and was silent for a long time.

Just when the priest thought that the other party was unwilling to speak, the other party said: "I am a foreign species."

That's right, the person opposite should be Randall...

Todd looked at Randall through perspective, his palms were clasped together, rubbing back and forth, looking restless and fearful, as if he was about to leave at any time.

"I have always wondered about one thing. If all things are created by God, then heterogeneous species are no exception. Why are we people cast aside by the world, hunted down by the church, and excluded from the ordinary world? Could it be that God made us a mistake in the first place?!"

After hearing this question, Todd thought for a moment, and said a strange sentence: "Everything that is reasonable exists; everything that exists is reasonable."

Randall repeated the sentence, shook his head and said, "I don't understand."

Todd organized the language: "Heavenly Father is the source of the universe and is absolutely unique. He created everything freely and externalized nature, society and spirit. Everything in the world is the result of his externalization."

"Sorry, I still don't understand, what does all this have to do with aliens?"

Todd sighed, and put it more bluntly: "The existence of heterogeneous species is the work of the Heavenly Father. The existence of this race is in line with the "reason" of the Heavenly Father—the law of the universe, but it may not conform to the "reason" of the Mortal Realm."

Speaking of this, no matter how dull a person is, he can hear the deep meaning in the words.

Heavenly Father is the origin of the universe, and all things that conform to the principles of heaven and earth will exist; alien species are the works of Heavenly Father, and their existence proves that they conform to Heavenly Father's will. The so-called "reasons" of the mortal domain not only refer to the principles of human relations in the secular kingdom, but also implicitly include the principles of the church formulated by mortals.

To put it simply, everything in the world was created by the Heavenly Father, and the alien races are no exception, so their existence is naturally in line with the will of the Heavenly Father. They were killed and persecuted entirely because of the wanton distortion of the Bible by the secular world and the church.

"Seeing" the man's expression of enlightenment, Todd said again: "As a heterogeneous species, you have the responsibility and obligation to maintain the relationship between the heterogeneous species and other ethnic groups, do you understand?"

Seeing the other party nodding, Todd finally breathed a sigh of relief, just when he was about to leave, the next sentence of the other party firmly nailed him to the chair.

"One more thing...I want to repent for my crimes...I killed my mother..."

Todd was stunned by Randall's words.

The introduction said that the other party's mother was his only relative, and died on the way to flee, so what happened to being killed? !

Randall held his head in his hands, recalling his past, as if he was suffering from great mental pain.

"After being found out to be a foreign species, I took my mother and fled from Guyan City to the north. When we crossed the mountains, we were starving and couldn't find any food..."

Hearing this, Todd grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and a terrifying thought came to his mind.

Randall lowered his head, looked at the ground, and his voice was trembling: "In desperation, I had no choice but to pretend to go hunting while I was resting, secretly cut off my own flesh with a knife, and lied to my mother, telling him that it was the meat of prey... Later, she discovered the truth of all this. During a night camping, my mother ended her life with a cloth belt..."

Todd pursed his lips and sighed deeply. Hearing the crying sound from the other side, he drew a holy cross on his chest and said softly: "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, your sins will be forgiven..."

Fifteen minutes later, Todd returned to the interpretation hall, sat down at the table, picked up Randall Quincy's introduction and read it carefully.

In the flickering candlelight, Rachel didn't disturb him, but just watched quietly.

"Randall is the person we are looking for." After saying this, Todd put the paper on the table and closed his eyes.

Rachel changed her sitting position: "Can I ask what you said to him?"

"I'm afraid not, this involves a private matter. But I can guarantee that he is a kind person. His fighting style and sense of death are due to some tragedies that have happened to him." Todd leaned his back to the back and said: "It's time to start training him, and the preparations before the mission."

Rachel moved the chair closer to Todra, put his arms on the table, looked at the priest in the faint firelight, and said with a smile: "Randall is not suitable for the combat skills of knights, so I will let some suitable people train him. Before carrying out the mission, there are many things that need to be considered. The first is the mission location and contact information. We can't let him run around on the plains to find villains, right? Then the identity is kept secret. We need to prepare a set of clothes and a mask for him. Considering his ability, I don't plan to put it on his clothes. , sewing too much fabric; then there are things about the Inquisition Institute and the Relief Society, as Randall’s merits increase and his reputation grows, the church and the Relief Society will find him sooner or later, we must make some preparations; there are also things such as weapons and equipment, secret strongholds, response teams, and aftermath..."

Seeing that Todd was a little dazed by his own words, Rachel blinked mischievously: "Now you should know that creating a heterogeneous hero is not as simple as you imagined, right? You should really be grateful, fortunately, I am here..."

Todd raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, Miss Rachel, I really appreciate your help. I wonder what I can do for you?"

"Let me think about it. In a few days, my hotel with Karin will open. I hope you can provide more "recipes"..."

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"My lord, the monks want to see you."

Todd looked up from the table, looked at Huggins at the door, and said, "Let them in."

The man looked at the size of the room, and said in embarrassment: "There may not be room for them here."

After hearing this, Todd stood up strangely, followed Huggins to the chapel of the church, and was startled by the scene in front of him.

Fifty-five monks filled the entire hall, and when they saw the priest, they all gathered together.

The headed monk, who seemed to be the leader, approached first.

I just heard him say: "Master Todd, my name is Joe Humphrey. We have been here for many days to spread the true knowledge of the Heavenly Father, but we have not been assigned any work. We hope to do something within our ability."

Another monk followed up and said: "That's right, we have been walking around Muxi Town these days and found that the fields near the town are barren and no one is cultivating them."

Todd's original intention was to hope that these monks, after adapting to life in Muxi Town, could gradually take on the administrative work of the Knights Order. But after hearing the words of these two people, he suddenly remembered that the monks in the monastery in the Middle Ages did have a relatively advanced level of knowledge in agriculture because they had been engaged in agricultural work for a long time.

Moving a chair from the podium, Todd put down what he was doing, and chatted with these monks for a while, only to find that they had put forward a lot of very useful suggestions.

Some monks suggested that considering that the fields in Muxi Town were not cultivated all year round, the land was more fertile. It is suggested to build a heavy plow to replace the plow, and change the original single-field system into a three-field system: that is, one field is fallow; one autumn-sowed field is mainly planted with wheat, rye, and barley; and one spring-sowed field is mostly planted with oats and legumes.

Some monks suggested that most of the east of Muxi Town is a plain, which is suitable for planting pastures, sheep and dairy cows. The virtuous cycle of pasture fertility and livestock manure guarantees the supply of fertilizers and can greatly improve the production of livestock and dairy products.

Some monks also suggested that a couple in the town recently opened a shop selling rare items from the south. They found two types of seeds they had never seen before. They heard that they were called sorghum and mulberry. Maybe they could try planting some.

Todd chatted with these monks all afternoon, and didn't even bother to eat dinner.

Early the next morning, such a notice was posted on the church board.

『Muxi Town intends to establish a monk association, and the Muxi Mutual Aid Association intends to invest 500 silver months in the monk association for preliminary preparations and personnel expenses. Now it is recruiting farmers, livestock shepherds, and fabric workers from the residents of Muxi Town. 』