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"Father, by the grace of God Sarah, please save her!"

The believer kowtowed to Ilda with tears streaming down his face, his tears staining the dust stains on his face even more. He looked up, wanting to reach out and pull the priest's clothes, but was afraid that his hands, covered with stains and thick calluses, would stain the priest's spotless robes.

Ilda took a half step back, frowned subconsciously, then quickly maintained his appearance and lowered his head to look at the believers.

"God Sara has heard your advice. Don't worry, go find Qia, he will help you." After saying that, Ilda waved her hand to signal the nuns to take the troublesome believer away.

"Sir, Father, Sir Chia..." The believer looked embarrassed and wanted to pray something, but was pressed down and dragged away by the nuns.

"Melrose, is this the church apse you're guarding? Don't let me see this kind of thing again!"

After sending the believers away, Ilda's smile suddenly disappeared, and she turned to the Sister Consul Melus to question her.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ilda, this... is my negligence. There are still many believers in the front hall who ask you to treat them. Are they all going to be handed over to Father Chia?" Melus was wearing a veil, and her emerald eyes were covered by the shadow of the headscarf. She apologized and asked for other instructions.

"Bring the nobles here and I will receive them personally. If you have paid, I will let Chia help you and solve your problems as appropriate."

Melus is the newly appointed consular sister, so it is normal that she does not know these unspoken rules. However, Ilda's prayers were disturbed and she was in a bad mood. She felt that Melus could not even handle these small matters, so her tone was not necessarily very friendly.

"Well, there are many poor people suffering from heart and lung diseases outside the Church. They..."

"Let them go away. If they don't leave, let the monks beat them away with sticks. God Sara doesn't need these untouchables as believers!" Ilda became very impatient after being questioned repeatedly. He stopped and suddenly smashed the incense burner in his hand on Melus's forehead. After scolding her harshly, he strode away.

"You even need to ask for permission for such trivial matters. If you do that again, you will no longer be a consul. You are not even half as good as Janna. You are a piece of trash!"

"……Yes."

The sharp tip of the gold object pierced the flesh, blood oozed from the forehead, and fell along the skin texture to the corners of the eyes.

Janna is indeed a good consul. She is devout in her faith and obeys the priest's orders wholeheartedly. She never objects to the orders of her superiors. She also tries her best to take care of everything and use her assets to help the poor who are sick.

But when she fell ill, the Vatican kicked her out without hesitation.

The noble priest was even unwilling to bend down to take a look at the ill-fated Janna, for fear that her face full of pus-filled herpes would dirty his holy eyes.

Janna, your faith and the priest you follow may not be worthy of staying in the Sara Church, nor are they worthy of receiving the blessing of the Sara God.

Melus lowered her eyes, carefully picked up the incense burner, cleaned up the scattered ashes with a handkerchief, remained silent and hesitated, and finally turned and went to the bell tower of the Vatican.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the factory's machinery was deafening, and dark smoke continued to billow out of the chimneys and drift towards the distant horizon.

In this not-so-developed smelting factory, every worker was working tiredly like a soulless zombie.

They carried bamboo baskets on their skinny bodies and transported heavy coal.

His steps were heavy, but he dared not pause for a moment, because the whip behind him was constantly whipping him, and if he was not careful, it would fall on him.

Iron is being smelted in the factory. The high temperature is unbearable, but the sweaty workers are still waving shovels to add fuel to the furnace.

"Faster! Faster!"

The supervisor smoked cigarettes rolled out of newspapers, held a long whip in his hand, and stared at every worker on the assembly line with sharp eyes, trying to squeeze out all their labor.

The person in charge of cleaning the chimney was a child no more than thirteen years old. His body was charred and his face could not be seen clearly. He had just climbed out of a chimney that was out of service.

He timidly ran to the overseer and called out in a low voice: "Mr. Overseer, Mr. Overseer."

Unfortunately, the noise in the factory was too loud and the supervisor didn't hear the child's kitten-like call and was still staring at the workers working.

It was only when he turned sideways and was startled by the black child who suddenly appeared that he finally noticed the child.

"Hey, what are you doing here! Stay away from me, it's so dirty! Go to work!" The supervisor was a little disgusted. Even though his clothes were not clean, he did not want to get stained with cigarette ash from the child.

"Mr. Supervisor, can you give me some advance on my wages? My sister is sick and needs money for treatment..."

"Oh, that's really unfortunate for her." The supervisor shrugged and felt that the workshop was too hot, so he went out to get some fresh air.

The child trotted after him, begging again and again, with a sobbing voice: "Mr. Overseer, please, my sister is very sick, she is going to die!"

The supervisor was a little impatient and spoke in an unusually cold tone: "So is she dead now?"

The sharp words made the child cry even harder, but the child was unwilling to give up and only wanted to ask for his wages, so he followed the supervisor closely.

"You should go to work. Do you know how much money the factory will lose because of all the time you wasted? How are you going to compensate?" The supervisor frowned and was very annoyed by the child's crying. He kicked the child away and turned to go to the factory's control room.

"Sir, I only need a few copper coins. As long as it can save my sister's life, sir..." The child staggered to his feet from the coal pile and chased after him relentlessly.

In fact, he had been working in this factory for three consecutive months, but still had not received a single penny. The other party always delayed the payment of his salary for various reasons.

His sister also fell ill due to the high-intensity work in this factory.

"Go away, leave me alone!"

The homemade cigarette burned to the end and burned his fingers. The supervisor threw it away, crushed it with his wrinkled and dusty leather shoes, and opened the door of the control room.

In the past, factory managers would drink and chat here, and he only needed to come over and say something nice to get some benefits and rewards.

The supervisor adjusted his smile in an instant, pushed open the door and was about to say his usual compliments, but his eyes fell on the black gun barrel in front of him and his face froze.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire was not noticeable in the constantly roaring factory, and the supervisor fell backwards with his eyes wide open.

The child who caught up was at a loss as he met the dark eyes of the gunman inside the door.

The man blew into the smoking nozzle, turned the gun handle and put it at his side, raised his hand and smiled, signaling the child to be quiet.