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Palos felt that he was still too naive. Every time he thought he was almost used to the mage's harsh methods, Evandel would always come up with new tricks to challenge his bottom line again.

"But... this is a church..." Palos felt that this was a bit too much. He could accept how Evandel played with his body on weekdays and asked him to make any shameful gestures, but doing it in the church This kind of thing is still too embarrassing.

"So what?" Evandel chuckled and said, "This wasn't a church before. The original owner of the house lived, made love, and reproduced here, until one day it was requisitioned as a church, and it suddenly became a must." Put an end to the forbidden land of lust, why?"

Palos really can't answer the question of "why". Many things are like this. Everyone has been accustomed to obey them since they were young, but they have never thought about "why" and "why". For example, doctrinal regulations, Templars can only get married after they are 25 years old, so even if they are 24 and a half years old, they cannot have sex before marriage, so even if they have an affair with their fiancée who will be married tomorrow, they will be severely punished. When he was young, he also asked "" Why", the mentor told him that although some commandments seem rigid and impractical to human nature, observing the commandments is the biggest difference between Templars and ordinary people, and later, the mentor himself became the one who made him doubt his beliefs and teachings.

Evandel had already unbuttoned Palos' winter coat, and put his cold hands into Palos' clothes, stroking along his firm abdominal muscles. He could feel the other's tension and stiffness, and the Templar grabbed Hold the master's raging hand: "This, this really doesn't work, why don't we go outside, go to the carriage..."

"No, it's too crowded." Evandel refused of course, even if he was grabbed by the wrist, it didn't prevent the mage from continuing to pinch his tiny nipples with his fingers.

Palos' weak resistance was purely a mere formality. His passion for mages and the shame of violating the teachings were at war in his heart, which made him extremely entangled. While struggling, he couldn't help but become more excited because of his shame. After a while, he was half-pushed and half-pressed on the altar by Evandel.

When Evandel kissed Palos' neck and bit his Adam's apple, Palos raised his head and saw the icon of the God of Light standing quietly in the light of the candle, and the guilt came out tenaciously again. Palos grabbed Avondel's shoulder and finally pushed him away. The templar blushed in the candlelight and panted, "No...God is watching us..."

"You've been with me for so long, haven't you turned your head around yet?" Evandel raised his eyebrows, and looked at Palos with a smile on his face, which was already too much to control but still forced himself to be calm "There are no gods at all. The so-called Protoss is just an older and stronger race than us. They are not the omniscient and omnipotent beings that the church said, and they have no leisure to pay attention to this world. Otherwise, why do evil in the name of God? People who are still alive and well, but those who have a pious faith suffer all kinds of suffering.”

Palos bit his lower lip sadly. He knew that what Evandel said was reasonable, but these truths made him feel unspeakably lost: "If even the belief itself is just a lie, how can people rely on it to regulate it?" own behavior?"

"Do you insist on discussing philosophical issues at this time?" Evandel leaned forward and hugged Palos again, and teased his desire with nimble fingers, causing the Templar to gasp heavily, While doing such things with ease, the mage said solemnly with a smile, "Your pious mentor betrayed his faith in the name of God, and the mages who believe in the God of Light are killing innocent people indiscriminately in the name of God, and I don't Believe in any god, but have helped many people regardless of return, now tell me, what is regulating my behavior, and what made you betray the church you believe in and choose to stand with me?"

Palos couldn't answer, Evandel's fingers had invaded his body, leaving him no energy to think about anything other than suppressing his embarrassing groans, but Evandel suddenly seemed to have a huge interest in discussing philosophical issues. Interested, he continued to press him: "Tell me, what makes you feel that it is right to betray the church? Is it faith, is it doctrine, or is it the inspiration given to you by your God of Light who has never manifested before?"

The Templars could no longer care about shame and guilt. He even began to regret why he didn't shut up and accept the ravages of the mage from the beginning. Letting him go like this, he can only be forced to temporarily divert his attention from physical pleasure, and try to think about the answer to this question: "Yes...it is morality."

"By the way." Evandel was quite satisfied with the answer. "Morality has nothing to do with belief. It is the moral code in everyone's heart that determines what he will do, not belief. Then... in your moral In the rules, isn't cheating in church particularly low?"

"..." Palos bit his lip and turned away his face. He couldn't answer this question. It's wrong to say this when he himself is intoxicated by this "low work" thing, no matter how thick he is I can't even open my mouth.

"Are you still fantasizing?" Evandel brushed his thumb over his lower lip where the teeth were marked, and said softly with his forehead pressed against his forehead, "Our combination is not allowed by the doctrine Yes, this is the original sin that can never be washed away, whether it is in bed, in the field, or under the statue of the god in the church, the nature of the matter will not change, you feel that doing this in a place where God cannot see , isn’t the crime so serious? Heh...you know very well that it’s just deceiving yourself.”

"Don't say it..." Palos closed his eyes in pain. He didn't understand why Evandel was so cruel. Did he do something wrong to make the mage angry?Otherwise, why would Avondel, who has always been gentle, say these things that make him uncomfortable?

"For so long, have you always been with me with the mentality of committing a crime?" Evandel said with an evil smile, "You know it's a crime but you can't restrain yourself...then just degenerate more completely Bar."

Natalie, who was on sentry, issued an early warning, telling Evandel that the little priest Cecil was approaching in the dark, and Evandel hesitated between letting the bat chase him away and stopping and pretending nothing happened. Consciously chose to peek with him.

Cecil is very familiar with this place, even if he doesn't need to light a candle, he won't stumble over it. His actions are very quiet, and he didn't disturb Palos who was deeply in lust at all. He stopped a few meters away from the door, The little pastor obviously saw what was going on in the church, and also heard those suppressed moans and heavy gasps that he couldn't suppress. He stood there stiffly for a few seconds, and then quietly retreated away.

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Palos finally sat up from the table with weak legs. When he got off the ground, he felt an indescribable sticky liquid slipping down between his legs. Evandel handed him a handkerchief to clean it up, and put his winter coat on On his body, it seemed that the bad behavior just now was completely done by another person, and he returned to his previous gentle appearance as soon as he turned his face: "Put it on quickly, don't freeze."

Palos took the coat mechanically. Of course he wasn't cold at all, and the heat in his body hadn't subsided yet, but his brain finally recovered its normal thinking ability after completely venting his desire.

Thinking back on everything just now, he seemed to understand why the mage insisted on doing this in the church, and why he said those hurtful things to him.

"Let's go." Evandel took Palos's hand and was about to go upstairs to sleep, but Palos pulled the mage back and hugged him: "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" Evandel stroked his hair reassuringly.

"Let me hold you for a while." Palos hadn't figured out what to say.

"...Okay." Evandel smiled and condoned this behavior that seemed to be coquettish.

Palos leaned on the table and hugged Avandell for a while before letting go, he grabbed the mage's finger and put it on his lips and kissed: "I think... the teaching may be wrong, it shouldn't be sinful. "

"Oh?" Evandel raised his eyebrows in surprise, "That is a tradition that you have followed for thousands of years, do you think it is wrong?"

"No matter how many years of tradition it is, what is wrong is wrong." Palos said with a frown, "Gods don't care about everything that happens in this world, and the doctrine itself is stipulated by humans, and we didn't hurt anyone by doing so. Why do you call it sinful?"

"You are really... amazing." Evandel said in surprise.

"...Why do you say that?" Palos asked puzzled.

"It's nothing." Evandel smiled and shook his head. He knew that a person's concept formed since childhood would never be easily changed, so he didn't try to persuade Palos, but only wanted to slowly let Palos get used to it in a subtle way, and stop using it. The relationship between the two is regarded as an unspeakable matter, but perhaps it is always easier for people to find excuses for their behavior. Palos can think so, and Evandel thinks it is also a good thing.