In my mind, there is still that figure, and it won't fade away.
On the way back, the prison slave kept telling himself to forget what should not be remembered and to do what needed to be done. But as soon as he thought of these things, tears streamed uncontrollably.
"Get out! I don't want to see you again."
His voice was still so clear in my mind as if he were standing just a step away and blurting out these words with all his might. She knew that in Gu You's eyes she was on the same side as the undead warrior, and of course she had a share in killing his friend. Even, he raised his sword at her. Though in the end he gave up killing himself, she knew it was only because he was unwilling to lay a hand on a woman who had no weapon and would not fight back.
"Prisoner, forget it, forget it."
"Prison slave, there are too many important things waiting for you to do. Don't give him too much affection..."
"Feelings?" She was somewhat surprised and murmured again the word that had been haunting her mind.
But she had to admit, "Yes, feelings. Yes, I fell in love with him, Gu You."
"Miss Prison, Miss Prison..." The blue robe bishop looked at the strange eyes of all the people in the hall and felt a bit embarrassed. He tried to lower his voice and called out to the prison slave a few times.
But the prison slave still held the opened scriptures in both hands, his eyes confused, sometimes smiling, sometimes clouding.
The blue robe bishop's face suddenly turned red when he heard people whispering from below. He pulled the sleeve of the prisoner and whispered, "Miss Prisoner, are you okay?"
"Ah? What?" The prisoner woke up from his mind, looked at the hall full of people, and was momentarily flustered, and the scriptures dropped from his hand to the ground. She quickly crouched down, picked up the scriptures and hurriedly stood up, opened her mouth but did not know what she was going to say.
There was a burst of laughter in the hall. The prisoner's face turned red in an instant, and he was even more at a loss.
The blue robe bishop said, "Miss Prison Slave, has anything happened today?"
"No... No... Oh, where did I get to?"
"No need to talk. Let's stop here for today." When the bishop finished speaking, he turned to the believers present and said, "All of you, today's sermon is over. May God bless you."
Some closed the scriptures and got up and left, while others sat in their seats praying in silence.
The prisoners placed the scriptures on the lectern and turned towards the corridor. The bishop in the blue robe went to the lectern's table, straightened the book that the prisoner had laid down, and then followed with a steady gait.
In the corridor, the blue-robed bishop, panting heavily, shouted to the prison slave hurrying ahead, "Miss Prison Slave, Miss Prison Slave, please wait a moment."
The prisoner stopped and turned: "Grandpa Bishop, is there anything else?"
"Miss Prison Slave..." The blue robe bishop ran over in two steps at a time.
The jailer held up the old man and said, "Grandpa Bishop, this is not a formal occasion. Please call me the jailer girl."
The blue robe bishop smiled and said, "Prison maid, what's wrong today? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you Grandpa for your concern."
"The sermon has been absent-minded, so something must have happened."
"Nothing, nothing happened."
The blue robe bishop raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling, saying, "What you preached today is not to deceive our God, do you remember what you said?"
"I... I said... The prison slave hesitated. She had forgotten what she had said, but she remembered the outline she had prepared in her mind in advance. "It should have been about how vast the divine righteousness is, that our God can see through everything in the world. We cannot lie, whether to God or to any other person. We should be sincere to each other and speak frankly about our joys or sorrows..."
"No, prison slave girl." The blue robe bishop interrupted her, "You only said one sentence and then did not continue. You said, "Thank God for giving me the opportunity to preach here this afternoon. "And then I didn't speak. I guess I was thinking about something."
"May God forgive me for breaking the lecture notes at the very beginning." The prisoner felt a bit ashamed.
"God will forgive you for not speaking their word well. But they will not forgive your deception. Just now you also said that God's righteousness is vast, and God can know everything in this world, including the thoughts hidden in our hearts. We should be sincere with each other and speak our minds frankly. Girl, tell grandpa that you are in love with someone, aren't you?"
"No... No, Grandpa. You're overthinking it."
"None?" The blue robe bishop laughed, "But I think you look very much like him. I'm not in my mind without him. Fortunately, I had expected something, so I insisted on standing beside you while you preached. Otherwise, those believers would have to keep you thinking about things for the whole afternoon."
"Really not. Maybe it was because you were busy preparing today's lecture notes last night and didn't sleep well." The prisoner's face was flushed again.
"All right, all right. I won't joke with you anymore. Look at how embarrassed you are..." The old man laughed loudly again as he spoke.
The prisoner had no choice but to deliberately put on an angry look and turn his face away.
"Well, I almost forgot about the business. The Bishop of God said, "Come to him after you finish your lecture. He has something to ask you."
The prisoner resumed his serious expression. "What is it? Did he say that?"
"No. You only know when you go. Go now. I still have to go back to the hall and lead everyone in today's prayer." After saying this, the bishop in the blue robe turned and walked towards the hall.
"He's looking for me? What will happen?" "Could it be that he knew I took Gu You out of town?" said the prison slave as he walked in. No, Gu You is not the man we are looking for. The bishop should not interfere in such trivial matters."
With questions in mind, she knocked on the familiar high door.
"Is it a prison slave? Come in."
The prisoner pushed open the door, went in, closed it, and stood by the door, far away from the bishop of God.
In the past, when a prisoner entered the room, he would always go to the table and speak first. But today she is quiet. After a little while, the Bishop of God slowly raised his head and looked at the prisoners. The prison slave saw from his eyes that he had understood the meaning of the distance from the door to the table.
"Very early, aren't the handouts done?" "Asked the bishop.
"I did it, but I messed it up. It ended early." "The prisoner said. God said to be honest with each other, so she did not want to hide it, even though she knew she would be criticized.
But the bishop did not say anything serious. He simply said, "It doesn't matter. There is a little nervousness when doing the lecture notes very rarely. I'll give you some small handouts in the future, and you'll get used to them gradually."
"Yes, Your Excellency." "Said the prisoner.
"Prison slave, come here and I'll ask you a question."
The prisoner stood still for two seconds and then, with a reluctant look, took small steps forward. When she was three steps away from the table, she stopped. She knew it was the most polite place for all the believers to meet the bishop.
The bishop understood that the prison slave was still throwing tantrations to deprive her of the leadership power of the knight order, but he said no more. "Prison slave, the Dark Knight says they met you at the scene of the incident last night when you were wearing a nightgown. Tell me, is there such a thing?"
"What happened at the scene?" The prisoner's thoughts still did not return to himself.
"At the city gate, the bodies of the undead warriors that were displayed yesterday have been looted, and all the knights guarding have been killed."
The prison slave snorted in his heart. The dark warrior was really quick to complain. She said impatiently, "Yes, I did go there. I know they will surely tell you and expect you to give me a good punishment. You tell me how you're going to punish me."
The bishop did not speak.
Realizing that his way of speaking had returned to his former casualness, the prisoner hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency the bishop. Please punish me so that I can better repent of my faults."
"Prison slave, you don't have to act like this." The bishop's voice was somewhat sad. "I called you here today not to punish you, I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Your Excellency the Bishop, ask."
The bishop knew that the prison slave was always so stubborn that it might be difficult to get her to speak to him as she had before, without being bound by the rank. He asked, "What are you going there for?"
"I was busy during the day and didn't get enough of seeing, so I continued to see at night."
"What to see?"
The prison slave sneered, "Look at the man wrongly killed by the soul warrior."
"How do you know it's a wrongful killing?"
"Your Excellency the Bishop, you and I know very well that the Undead warriors are hunting down people with black word stones on their bodies for some organization. But I asked the Necromancer here that day, and he said he didn't find the black lettering. Besides, what they said to the outside world was that the deceased was the murderer of the Red Robe Bishop."
The bishop nodded, and the prisoners were right.
The prison slaves went on, "They knew exactly who killed the Red-robed bishop, yet they forced the Knights of Light to track down the real culprit. And the Knights of Light, in order to fulfill their mission, randomly took people to replace the assassins."
"But the Undead Warrior had no choice but to do so." " "The bishop said.
"Have to do this? My Lord Bishop, I don't understand what you are saying. The Red-robed bishop is dead. Why don't they claim that the red-robed bishop was killed by their men and that there should be black lettering on the bishop?"
The bishop nodded, and these were the truth. "Prison slave, these cannot be declared to the outside world because, as you know, the pursuit of the man with the black word stone is a secret mission," he said.
"I know it's a secret, but I can't involve anyone else because of it," said the prison slave. Since the church has cooperated with this operation, I'm sure the person who has the black lettering stone is not a good person. But the Red Robe bishops have high prestige in the hearts of believers, and if not made clear, those believers under the divine righteousness will continue to miss their Red Robe bishops."
"Some things are not necessarily pleasing to God just because they are spoken out."
"But God tells us to be candid and sincere."
"Prison slave." The bishop stood up. "You have no need to worry about these matters anymore. You have withdrawn from the mission. I hope you will respect your organization as you did before and keep that secret."
The prison slave nodded, "Your Excellency the Bishop, rest assured that I would not dare to say anything without your consent. May you hear a word of advice, Your Excellency? I hope you will give up working with the Undead Warrior and the Dark Knight and give up that mission. For the sake of our church, would you be willing?"
The bishop heaved a long sigh, "Prison slave, there are many things you don't know yet. I will not give up on this mission to hunt down the Black Word stones, and I will continue to cooperate with the Souls Warriors and the Dark Knights. I'm telling you this because I know you'll keep it a secret. All right, that's it. You go down."
The prisoner smiled feigned and said, "Yes, Your Excellency the bishop. May God bless you and our church."
After watching the prisoner leave, the bishop slowly sat down. "May God bless you, may God bless you, prisoner."