Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

"Let's go, my eldest sister wants to see you."

Broca hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.

.........

Londinium Suburb, Villa Vin, 1:00 am.

The villa on the outskirts was extraordinarily quiet. If it wasn't for keeping a bright light for visitors, perhaps no one would be able to discover this mansion hidden in the forest.

Indra's escort only went as far as the gate. It seemed that she couldn't know what was going on inside the gate. After knocking on the door for Broca, she stepped back and gave Broca an encouraging look. .

Broca hesitated a second time.

Her intuition told her that when she opened this door, she would see some unbelievable truths and facts, which might shake her belief, her ideas, and even her confidence in living.

But she took the step anyway.

After crossing the threshold that symbolized the past life, Broca knew that there was still a long way to go, and the rhetorical question just now was definitely not something that a rough man like Indra could just say casually.He almost hit Broca's current heart disease, a thing she didn't want to face but would have to face sooner or later.

She needs to see what kind of answer this person who can point out the questions she has racked her brains to the point can give.

Inside the door, Wayne nodded at Wei Na and patted himself on the chest.

"Leave this to me."

He is conveying such a meaning

Wei Na understood, but she gave Wei En a fierce look, and she had no intention of getting up and leaving.

Wayne the bad guy.First, she used tricks to trick the other nun into despair, and when she was most vulnerable, she specially chose a late night to call her to this mansion in the suburbs that even Wei Na didn't know about. Pat your chest and say get out of the way, let me come?

What do you want me to do?

If I don't watch you here, you will do something to ruin the morals of the royal family and insult Aslan's noble blood tonight!

She, Wei Na, doesn't have high demands on Wei En, you can steal or rob, and even at the next level, you can ignore everything and play as a prince with peace of mind, but you can't steal women, let alone rob women, and most of all, you can't fight. Playing with women smartly!

Wei Na is very clear about how dangerous her elder brother is to women, who is both smart and handsome, noble in blood but also approachable and thoughtful.

She is very clear!

Because she is the one who gets caught!

Fortunately, she woke up early. In order to protect the young girls of Londinium from having a night spoiled by villains, she must keep an eye on the vicious lion, Wayne.This is also her mission as a king!

Not knowing what Wei Na was thinking with her blushing face at all, Wei En only heard the soft closing sound of the door, and then, footsteps sounded, walking quickly towards the living room behind the entrance.

Now even if I want to hide it, I can't hide it.

Wayne shrugged helplessly, took a deep breath, sat upright and looked towards the entrance of the living room.

Broca's figure quickly appeared in sight.

Different from the radiant look shown in the photos on the intelligence materials, Broca is a little haggard at the moment. The tears on her face and the red and swollen eyes make her look a little fragile, and the faint frown at the corners of her eyebrows The wrinkles and the confusion and helplessness on the face from time to time made people want to hold her in their arms to comfort them.Film's innate sense of fragility combined with the sense of holiness of the nuns of the Holy See, plus a little bit of pitifulness, is as addictive as poppies.

Wayne hadn't reacted yet, but Wei Na suddenly coughed loudly twice, shook her head violently, blushed inexplicably, and the tail ball behind her smashed on Wayne's feet in dissatisfaction. hit.

Well, it's too dangerous!

This kind of woman, these film people, even I almost lost my mind, it is too dangerous!

No wonder so many princes and nobles always like to keep cats. Those kittens are so cute, let alone big cats like Broca?

She can already imagine the scene where Wayne plucks Broca's bald hair. This kind of thing...

Or leave it to her.

Wayne gave him a dazed look.

In exchange for Wei Na's red face and white eyes.

Well, my sister has a problem, something is wrong!

It is said that the lioness is strong in which aspect, is she greedy for my body?

Wayne thought to himself.Anyway, brain supplements don't cost money, it doesn't matter whether Wei Na is greedy for her, the important thing is that he is greedy for Wei Na.

But now is the time to get down to business, the strategy has to be done step by step, let's settle this matter first.

He raised his head, looked at Broca, met the nun's eyes full of confusion and doubt, and said:

"You can come here, which means you have this potential. I know you have a lot of questions to ask, and I will answer them for you, as long as you answer my next three questions."

Broca frowned and nodded.

"Do you think people must get permission from the church to pray to God?"

"Do you think that God must obtain the consent of the church to redeem people?"

"According to your answer, what do you think, then, is the meaning of the church's existence?"

This is the final test.

To test whether Miss Broca is Terra's Martin Luther or an ordinary martyr.

Wayne held down the 95 theses that were temporarily only fifty on his lap, quietly waiting for the answer.

Broca fell silent.

Chapter 34 The Church is a Tool!

Broca fell silent.

"Do you think people must get permission from the church to pray to God?"

Not necessarily.

The church is only an intermediary between believers and gods, relying on the prestige of the gods and the trust of believers. If people pray to gods, they need the permission of the church, then gods become affiliated with the church and exploited by the church. object.This is putting the cart before the horse.

The second question is also the same. If God needs the consent of the church to redeem people, does that mean that the church has the power to decide who goes to heaven and who goes to hell?

This is absurd, since the Church has neither divine power nor glimpse of heaven, it is clearly incapable of doing all that is supposed to be done by God.

What about the third question?

Wayne's eyes were deep.The first two questions may be just shadows, and there is only one real problem, and that is the third question!

"If the church has no binding force on people or God, then what is the meaning of its existence in this world?"

Believers pray to God directly, which can reduce red tape and tithe expenses, and God directly redeems believers, which can truly treat people equally and be fair and just.So what is the meaning of the existence of the church?

Broca closed his eyes silently.

She already had the answer in her heart.

But this answer is undoubtedly blasphemy. It is a complete rebellion against the theological education she has received in the church for more than ten years. It is a slander and insult to the Pope.

If this is the truth of the existence of the church, then what is the significance of the efforts and sacrifices made by the saints, sages, and pioneers who took saving the world as their mission from ancient times to the present?

If this is the truth, if she confesses and tells the truth to others here, the mark of excommunication on her body will really be "worthy of the name" of the "prophet".

If this is the truth.....

Broca opened his eyes, Ferrin's sharp gaze was looking directly at Wayne's golden pupils, his lips were biting tightly, and his face was filled with uncontrollable unbearable anger.

"So, what's your answer?"

Wayne did not shy away from meeting this questioning and pleading gaze.

He knew what Broca was thinking right now.

She was asking Wayne if she had thought of this answer a long time ago, and since she thought of it, why did she ask her to say these words?She wants to give up the answer, she wants Wayne to tell her the answer, so that she can hypnotize herself with peace of mind, she is still an obedient Christian of the Catholic Church, but she has listened to heresy ideas, as if those [right to wrong] in her mind The idea was not her own.

But Wayne is doomed not to follow her wish.

What he needs is a responsible and courageous Martin Luther who can break Rutland's arrogance and re-convey true morality and faith to the world, not a follower who follows the crowd and is in this undercurrent of chess. Play an inconspicuous little pawn.

"So, what's your answer?"

"..."

Broca's body trembled violently.

"Let me help you answer the first two questions,"

Wayne said lightly,

"No, no."

"The church used to be the link between the ignorant people and the wise gods. They were composed of the earliest intellectuals on the earth. Virtue is spread across the land. They do not distinguish between young and old, high or low, or race, and they are working hard for the same goal. They are the earliest [comrades].”

"But what does the church look like now?"

"Using the translation power of the scriptures to arbitrarily interpret the will of the writers, laying on the people's bodies to suck blood by means of tithes and indulgences, the solemn ceremony of expressing respect to the gods of Terra who are not easy to get along with has been tampered with step by step. Pledging allegiance for a show where the soul goes to heaven with the jingle of a coin? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life."

"Broca, do you know what God is that the church talks about?"

Wayne asked.

"The Creator who created this land?"

Broca murmured.

Wayne smiled disdainfully:

"Then your gods are really difficult to get along with."

Anyone who has read the legends of Shiji knows what the virtues of the ancient gods on the earth are.Asylum to humans?

They can't wait to eradicate all the ants that have invaded their gardens.

"The gods in the mouth of the church are themselves from the beginning to the end. They are the pioneers on this land, the scholars who master the knowledge and spread the knowledge for free, and the great men who possess the seven virtues and seek the well-being of the people. .”

Broca frowned, and retorted: "You are talking nonsense, the God of the church is God..."

"Which church are you talking about?"

Broca said: "The Lateran Catholic Church!"

Wayne smiled: "I'm talking about the Anglican Church of Victoria."

"Then I will ask you this question again now. Answer me, Sister Broca, what do you think is the meaning of the existence of the church in this era and on this land?"

"Should I become a blood leech lying on the people's back, draining the people's blood and sweat while advocating salvation in the afterlife, or enshrine the [gods] among human beings, and lead people to be good?"

"..." Broca lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"It's the second type."

"What the hell is the church?"

There is no longer any confusion in Broca's eyes.

The existing church is rotten. They treat the poor with indifference, bow to the rich, and regard themselves as a divine right, but they always try their best to seek secular wealth and power.

Such a church is undeniably deformed.

Regardless of whether the original origin of the church was an organization led by intellectuals or an ancestral temple built out of gratitude to worship the guardian gods, the current church is undoubtedly deformed.

The church is an organization that inherits the will of the gods and protects the people. When its essence is alienated, any knowledgeable person in the church has the right and obligation to cut off the corruption.

No matter what method is used, whether it is internal reform or external pressure, it is not a rebellion against the gods. Only turning a blind eye to corruption and distorting God's goodwill is the original intention of rebellion.

Broca closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of perseverance after growing up.

She opened her vermilion lips lightly, and said the most terrifying words in the firmest tone.

"The church is a tool."

Wayne stood up satisfied, stretched out his hand, and took Broca's hand.The action was so fast that Wei Na on the side hadn't reacted yet, so she could only pucker her mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Congratulations on passing."

"Passed?"

Broca blinked his eyes, suddenly came back to his senses, and asked:

"By the way, you two, who are you?"

Only then did Wei Na stand up, and quietly squeezed into the middle of Wen En and Broca, while the ball of her tail slammed on Wei En's chest, she introduced herself:

"I am Verna Bruce. King Victoria."

"king?"

Broca's lips swelled slightly, and he fell into a daze.