The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

The Duke of Snoke ascended to the throne and became the Chief Consul to take over the military power of St. Silian. At the same time, he emptied the king's regime and became the de facto ruler of the empire.

Under the political struggle, the territory under the rule is fragmented and scattered, and the people's life is in dire straits, especially in this remote Pamir village.

He did not dare to blatantly preach to Shumo, he felt that his doggy life could last for another few decades.

He asked Jason to take him to live in the village, and Shumo used the dilapidated church to set up a shelter.

Orphans wandering in the village and depraved women can get the respect and treatment they deserve as human beings in the shelter. It is in the care and care that Shumo preaches invisible, harvests the power of faith, and enriches himself.

At the moment when he was rewarded by the power of faith, he discovered the secret of his identity.

There was no one around, Shumo closed his eyes and let his mind go blank. When he opened his eyes again, half a white wing grew out of the right shoulder blade on his back.

He actually has the blood of an angel.

incredible!

It's just that he doesn't have much power of faith now, and he can't maintain his wings for long, and even if he has wings, there are only half of them.

Shumo speculates that if he has enough faith in the future, maybe he will have a complete pair of wings, or more?

But that's all just speculation for now.

On this day, the sky was just right, and Shumo taught the children in the shelter to recite poems.

Putting down the copied textbook, Shumo walked down the steps, watching the little carrot heads on the bench reading one by one, correcting mistakes from time to time.

Time passed quickly, and after a while, Jason came in with a basket of boar pork, "Eat."

Hearing this, the little luobotoumen, who were still buried in their studies just now, flocked to Jason, one by one with flashing eyes, "Uncle Jason! What's there to eat today?"

"Can Uncle Jason eat meat today?"

"Uncle Jason..."

Holding the textbook in his arms, Shumo watched the little carrot heads happily looking for Jason to pick up their lunch with a face full of relief.

It was supposed to be a peaceful afternoon, but it was broken by a woman's exclamation.

"Catch that thief!" The woman's high-pitched voice was harsh.

Shumo signaled to Jason.

Jason, who was born as an Orion, brought back the thief who stole it in a few moments.

"Let go of me! Bastard! Let me go!"

A little boy who was no more than eight|nine years old was brought in front of Shumo like a little chick by Jason.

The boy seemed to have been rolled in coals, his face was black and unrecognizable, and he was wearing an old tube skirt made of linen.

Shumo positions himself in this world as a magic stick of fraternity, so naturally he can't take a severe attitude to deal with a child.

"Oh, my poor boy, Jason, you hurt him." Thank you for the shell's clear and warm voice, and it's not at all inconsistent to speak of nasty lines.

Jason hurriedly let go, and sure enough, there were clear bruised fingerprints on the boy's bare|exposed arm.

Taking the little boy from Jason, Shumo patted the boy's head, and said with concern: "Son, if you're hungry, just let me know. This is the lunch prepared for you."

There was still a hint of resistance on his face, but the boy was moved by the free lunch rhetoric. He stared at Shumo suspiciously, and asked: "My mother said that there will be no free lunch in the world. Are you trying to bribe me, and then sell me?"

Keeping smiling, Shumo was full of patience, "It's not such children. Allah loves their people, so he gave them sunshine and rain. This is God's merciful love. In this shelter, you can also enjoy equal rights with other children. Breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"As long as it is in the shelter?" The boy was a little tempted.

Shumo nodded.

Just when Shumo thought he could take in another source of his faith, the boy suddenly refused righteously, "No, my mother is still waiting for me at home, so I can't come to the shelter. I'm not orphan!"

Saying so, the boy broke free from Shumo and ran out in a hurry.

Although the incident was caused by the boy's theft, in the end the boy didn't take anything away.

Thinking of the meaning in the boy's last words, Shumo has his own concerns.

Just now he scanned the child through the optical brain. This child's potential is very impressive. If this child can become his faithful believer, it can be equal to his diligent missionary work for more than ten years.

"Jason, take care of it for me first, I'll go out first." Handing the textbook to Jason, Shumo wrapped his coat and leaned on a cane to make sure that the ring of rushes was not missing, and used his optical brain to search for it on the boy. Leave a mark on the march.

Before leaving, Shumo did not forget to bring some slices of bread.

The Pamir village itself is a poor village, the crops are not good, and a greedy lord has been spread, and the villagers who are already struggling under the heavy tax pressure are living day by day.

In an earthen house with air leaks on all sides, the previous boy was kneeling and sitting next to a straw mat, and on the straw mat lay a pale, skinny woman.

Through the scan, the woman contracted a vicious disease, a gynecological disease with extremely destructive tissue.

Out of respect for the patient, Shumo didn't speculate much.

The severity of the injury reached the state of near-death, and Shumo's healing was ineffective. This was the conclusion he had obtained from experimenting on corpses and half-dead animals secretly for days.

"Mom, don't leave me!" The woman was dying, and the boy was very sad.

Shumo walked in and knelt down beside the boy. He stretched out his hand and stroked the woman's forehead. Although it couldn't be cured, it could be given a little time.

White soft light enveloped the woman's body, and the woman slowly opened her eyes.

"Syl..." the woman murmured.

The boy jumped up happily and hugged the woman, "Mom! Mom! I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

"How come, mother's Syl is a good boy, why would I not want you." Patting the boy on the back, but the woman knew it was a white lie, she would not live long, and she knew it.

There will always be a day when women don't panic in the face of death, they are calm and calm.

Noticing the existence of Shumo, and thinking of the rumors circulating in the town about the benevolent person in the shelter, the woman asked, "Is that Mr. Aimer?"

"Yes, ma'am." The original name of the shell could not be used, so Shumo casually gave himself a more western name.

"Maybe it's presumptuous to say so, but after I'm gone, can you show kindness to adopt Syl? I promise, Syl is an obedient child and won't cause you any trouble." The woman said apologetically these words.

A filial child, a kind mother.

Shumo has no reason to refuse, not to mention that the child's potential is exactly what he needs.

"I am very happy to have a well-behaved and lovely child like Syl."

"Thank you so much!"

The boy, Searle, did not interrupt his mother.

Regarding his mother's words, he never disobeyed... except, in order to let his mother have a full meal, he took the risk of stealing things from the shelter-he was really desperate, and all the valuables at home were stolen by those nasty soldiers. snatch away.

Unleashing the healing ability on the dying person is at most supporting the other person in saying their last words.

Knowing that her child was dependent, the woman passed away with a smile on her face.

No matter how she screamed, she couldn't wake up her mother. Syl leaned on her mother's arms and wept silently.

Accompanying Syl to bury his mother, the sun was already setting and it was getting late.

Holding Syl's hand, Shumo squatted down and looked at him at the same level and asked, "Sill, come home with me."

Without moving, Syl bit his lower lip tightly, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

After a long time, he asked, "Sir, can you not leave Syl in the future?"

So the kid was worried about this?

Stretching out his arms and taking the boy into his arms, Shumo gave the boy a warm hug, "I promise, I will never abandon Syl."

I went out alone at noon, but came back with a child.

Jason looked at Searle for a while, remembering that this was the kid who came to the shelter to steal at noon, his face was a little unkind, "Why did you bring him back?"

"Jason, I assure you, Searle will be a good boy in the future." While speaking, Shumo smiled and looked at Searle beside him.

Syl opened his eyes wide and nodded obediently, "Yeah!"

"Since you've said that, I have no objection." As Shumo's disciple, Jason was very conscious, and Shumo made his own decisions on major matters.

Thus, the children in the shelter had a new partner.

Wearing the new clothes that Shumo made for him, Syl's eyes were full of unconcealable joy.

"Sir, I really don't know how to thank you!" Looking up at Shumo, Searle said humbly, "Besides mom, sir is the first person to make new clothes for me."

"Your mother asked me to take care of you, so I naturally want to treat you well." Gently stroking the top of the boy's hair, Shumo fell in love with this action.

Seale's hair was soft and docile, and a very beautiful platinum blonde.

Coupled with the boy's wholehearted trust, Shumo felt that the boy was as lovable as a cat.

Searle can naturally feel Shumo's kindness.

Smiling brightly, showing two small canine teeth, "Mr. is the best! Syl likes Mr. the most!"

With Seale on board, the shelter is even more alive.

Everything seems to be going well.

Although he knew in advance that Syl's potential was very impressive, when he received Syl's faith feedback for the first time, he knew what a considerable fortune he had harvested.

Like a trickle of gentle power, he was swimming in his limbs, as if he could transcend his body and soar into the sky and the earth in the next moment.

And the pair of pure white wings exuding sacred brilliance behind him showed the strength of this faith.

With such rich feedback, Shumo has been in a state of refreshment and energy for several months.

Holding the textbook, Shumo used the test manual to collect some beautiful poems in this world. Although the women and children in the shelter may not be able to understand the deep meaning, being able to feel such cultural influence is also beneficial to the future of these children.

What's more important is...

The level of education of the common people in this gravel world is very low. Even Jason, the first disciple he admired very much, was illiterate.

In this world, only the children of nobles can receive a better education. Even some wealthy businessmen and gentry have different levels of education. Even in this class, there are also illiterate people.

Jason never questioned why Shumo knew so much - before the Duke of Snook came to power, theocracy was supreme, and the church monopolized the cultural chain. In the past, anyone in a high position had an inexplicable relationship with the church, and the support of the family was naturally indispensable to enter the church, which became an endless loop.

The church not only wins people's hearts, but also controls the lifeline of Saint Silian invisibly.

If it hadn't been for the Duke of Snooker, a political madman, the situation of theocracy would have continued forever.

Absolute authority breeds absolute corruption.

In Yuan Kezi's past memory, the life of the clergymen was glamorous on the surface, but most of them were rotten in private.

As for the pope who was burned to death.

Shumo didn't sympathize.

That man is the devil in the name of Allah.

Shumo is not yet clear whether the Allah the church believes in really exists, but his mission is to bring a faith full of redemption to this country.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shines in through the cracks in the windows, projecting on people's faces.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Shumo put on the bottoming shirt and the troublesome outer robe, half asleep and half awake, and made a sign of the cross in the direction of the rising sun.

Closing his eyes and nodding his head, he began to mourn in the morning.

Searle pushed open the door excitedly, and saw Shumo praying.

Shumo didn't have time to put on the cattail ring to cover the engraving.

Syl's hand that opened the curtain froze.

Returning to reality from meditation, Shumo immediately noticed the strangeness. Looking back, he saw Syl by the door, and belatedly touched the back of his neck.

"Sir is a priest." With a firm tone.

"Yes." Now that he knew it, Shumo didn't hide it anymore.

"Sir, is there really a god in this world?" Syl looked at Shumo with no fear in his eyes, and no one else saw the clergyman's expression of excitement or disgust.

The child asked such a question just because of his status as Shumo.

Having experienced the cultivation|world|world, Shumo does not deny the existence of God.

He nodded, came to Searle, and said gently: "It exists, as long as we have kind thoughts in our hearts and always have awe and gratitude, the Lord will hear our hearts."

Syl listened quietly, but after Shumo finished speaking, he shook his head and said, "Then why can't he hear his mother's heart? Mother has never questioned the existence of the Lord, but...but..." Speaking of this, Syl couldn't speak anymore.

For the information that Searle didn't finish, Shumo had already found it from the test aid manual.

Syl’s mother—before the clergyman became a street rat—was the only clergyman in the Pamir village, but her status was not too high, she was just a believer outside the establishment, and there were no other priests in the church. her name.

After that, there was a frenzy of overthrowing theocracy in the whole country. Originally, a clergyman like Syl's mother who didn't even have a seal, as long as she kept her own place, the villagers who knew her would turn a blind eye to prevent her from being caught out. against.

But Searle's mother couldn't bear to watch other clergymen suffer abuse, and stood up to intercede for them.

The soldiers arrested Syl's mother as an accomplice. For Syl's sake and for his faith, Syl's mother did not confess, and gritted her teeth and endured the inhuman abuse. , became angry and insulted this kind woman in turn, and finally left her to fend for herself.

Syl's mother's identity as a clergyman was exposed, and the villagers kept away from her in order to protect themselves. Her wounds festered and her condition worsened without timely treatment. Watching her mother weaken day by day until she died.

Kneeling down, hugging the ill-fated boy, "The sufferings in the world will only destroy those who are weak-willed and beg for mercy. You should believe in your mother. At this moment, she must be beside Allah, silently praying for you. And will always protect you."

The boy was in Shumo's arms, tightly clutching Shumo's robe.

The warm liquid dripped onto Shumo's shoulder, soaking the fabric and gradually ironing the skin there.

"I promised your mother, Syl, from now on, I will guard you by your side and will not let you suffer any harm."

Seale didn't answer.

But even more dependent on Shumo.

After a long time, Syl's muffled voice reached Shumo's ears, "I just want my husband to be well, and I don't want my husband to be arrested."

If you wanted to keep the child by your side just because of potential, the moment you heard this sentence.

Shumo admits that he was moved by this child who, despite all the hardships in the world, still has a heart of innocence.

This child, because of what happened to his mother, is really worried about Shumo.

Letting go of his embrace, he led Syl to the window, picked up the papyrus ring and put it on Syl's hand, "Can you trouble Syl to put it on for me?"

The boy's sapphire-like eyes sparkled with joy, and he nodded solemnly.

Shumo bent down, and Syl stood on tiptoe, and put the cattail ring on Shumo's neck.

In the end, he thoughtfully straightened Shumo's robe that had been crumpled by him just now.

After everything was tidied up, Syl held the corner of the robe and did not let go.

"Syl?" Shumo called out.

"Sir, can you teach me to pray?"

Syl's sudden question caught Shumo by surprise.

In this era, he has thought about taking disciples, but he has never thought about letting people take over the work of the clergy.

It's too dangerous, let alone this is a child.

Frowning, Shumo said in a serious tone, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know, I want to be a priest, I want to bless my husband and my mother!"

The boy didn't come on a whim, his firm and unmoved eyes showed his determination.

After a moment of silence, Shumo sighed.

"Follow me first, I will baptize you when the time is right."

This is a compromise.

The child didn't make any further demands, just as he had behaved in the past few months, after Shumo said so, he complied.

Just looking back, I still tentatively begged for assurance, "Sir, you keep your word!"

"I will not deceive my little Searle."

After ordering Syl to be sent away, Shumo saw Jason outside the door.

Jason looked at the back of Searle going away, then turned his gaze, and looked at Shumo very disapprovingly, "You are too soft-hearted towards this child, the child's tongue is not tight, if he leaks a word or two, he will causing you trouble."

"Sill is a good boy." Without much explanation, Shumo said with a smile.

Looking at the Lord he followed, who was always so gentle and tolerant, although he was grateful for the Lord's kindness and beauty, he was not at ease whether the Lord's fraternal kindness would bring accidents and harm to the Lord.

After all, people's hearts are not all pure and flawless.

No matter how harmless Syl was, Jason was always wary of him.

He must take all factors of instability into his eyes, lest the Lord be betrayed and harmed.

"Lord... I don't want you to be hurt in any way." After Syl came, Jason spent less time with Shumo. Maybe there was some complaints about this state, but Jason believed in his intuition.

This child is not a good lamb.

"I know how to measure." The gentle attitude made Jason unable to reply, and then Shumo changed the subject, "Jason, I'm hungry, let's go eat together first."

The master's exquisite and beautiful face was reflected in his eyes, no matter how many words of rejection, Jason had to hold back in his heart.

"With pleasure, my lord."

After the two left, a thin, pale-eyed woman was groped out from the shadows.

The author has something to say:

The front attack is Seale, even if there will be more handsome ratios in the future, 1v1 will not waver.

Let me tell you in advance that this world will be blackened for some reason, and Shou is a "pure and flawless angel", and will be imprisoned and deceived. If you can't accept it, please read the text in advance to see the next world.

But...it's not very beautiful...Because of the setting of the plot, it is only possible that one world is darker than the other...

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