Oh oh oh oh oh oh … What’s wrong with you? My dear priest” Jose said softly in his lazily and in his tone, “I believe you know me a certain way. You are not interested in coming here to hear me tell me some small mistakes. Because you become a fool who is fooled by a criminal rather than a saint who has saved a desperate saint—but if I really say something you shouldn’t know, then I’m guilty—and it’s possible that you will suddenly encounter misfortune when you leave Sallieri Manor and walk in a small alley in Santa Southia—Fate has always been a weird child that is difficult to figure out.”

He also continued to look at the young priest's slightly pale face.

You see, this is a very clear question. I have been in this position for so long. I know and master only more than others. I have a few very suspicious friends. They are certainly relieved to me. My son, my wife and my sister. They know that we are the same kind of people. To be precise, we have common ideological customs and principles. But you are not like a water lily blooming in the water and a daffodils live on the shore. Although you are so close to me, we are not from the same root. Even there can be absolute differences. So they can believe that I will not say any word that is not conducive to them. You may not believe in your professional ethics and conscience. Because these two things are not reliable in the first place... Last time, the newspaper said that the police solved a terrible murder case through a confession phone number provided by the priest. It is obvious that any random thing or any mistake can always be found as long as you are willing to try to find something."

"Of course" Old Sallieri narrowed his eyes slowly: "You are very likely to be innocent. You may not have any idea to do anything for the police that the lightning of the sage punished will hit the evil people accurately; but before that, in order to calm down his uneasiness, the guys must have eliminated the root seedlings that may cause trouble for them. Even if they are indeed too sensitive - said dear priest, it doesn't matter whether I said anything. You know that many people have been caring about me - very much..." Jose looked at the other person meaningfully.

"You were tense in despising the church father, saying, "You are a sad and unrepentant person. Your soul will suffer in hell like which of your friends - killing a priest is a sin that will never be forgiven will lose the right to eternal life."

"It is indeed an unforgivable crime to kill a priest." Old Saliley, who unexpectedly did not get angry, did not feel angry, but instead showed a sudden excitement in his faint tiredness, like a sleepy child found a frog in his bed: "But isn't there an Archbishop? If the Archbishop of Sardinia is not qualified to pardon us sinners, what about the servants of the Holy Priest (referring to the Old Testament Pope)? I heard that the church has set the price of atonement money - from the sins of the small sins to the public approval of the Pope himself; just like a couple who vowed to live together for a lifetime before the latter's altar to pay a certain amount of money to request the "marriage" issued by the Holy Priest.

Immunity "All crimes like a verdict can be washed in front of the checks-I remember that there were indeed two very pious people among my friends, so they would pray for you and do dying sacraments for you to pray for the forgiveness of the sacraments-even if you were completely innocent-the poor people who were tied to fires in the Middle Ages had never done anything big. They were judged as accomplices of the devil just because of some people's imagination or a little greed and a little grudge and a little outrageous behavior... So what did the judges who said about this terrible misunderstanding that lasted for centuries? They could be considered martyrs who devoted themselves to the purity of religion and the will of the sacraments-they would have a place in the palace in heaven. ()"

"You may be able to occupy a place there, too." said happily and sincerely, all the thugs of Western Sardinia.

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The old man was sorry for the young priest who was bitten by a poisonous snake without any preparation and insisted on not jumping up and rushing out the door - but he also found it very interesting at least than the cute old priest who was not only in his eloquence but also in his chessboard. He sincerely hoped that his little prank would not deviate from the young man's future path.

After all, this young priest came to accept Kame's request - but he did not think he needed to confess.

It is not as the priest said. He does not want to repent. But because Old Sallyelier believes that the sins he committed are simply irresolutely - if everything he does can be cleansed in some way. Then what about those people who are hurt or even die? Do you want them. Or their relatives have no grudges and embrace you with a smile? Forgot all the pain they suffered in the past and write off all the hatred. Just because you have been in an unknown place. Repent to the sage who has not responded to their prayers. Even atonement? The people who have not eaten sugar will never know what sweetness is. The people who have not been hurt will never know what pain is. The murderer has never received equal or more revenge. The victim will never really smile. The torture will be like a sharp thorn in his heart until resentment takes root and sprouts from it. It will be wrapped with the flowers of revenge.

"The Western Sardinians never deny their sins. But we do not rejoice or be proud of it. We do not escape sin. We do not escape punishment from sin. We do our best to do good. But it is not for eternal life. nor for atonement. Because we do not need to forgive. nor forgivable. We just do the land we can do. We want to do. We must do it. That's all..." The old man raised a finger and put it on his lips: "Go back. Father. If you really want to save us, please know us first."

The long conversation seemed to make the parents of Sallyeli feel a little tired. So he nodded slightly and made a sorry lip shape. He placed his head on the soft neck pillow, put his hands on his abdomen, and began to close his eyes and rest.

The priest opened his mouth slightly - he wanted to say something, but felt speechless. At this moment, a slight noise broke away, which made the embarrassing silence.

The priest looked at the old man Ying Ruodi suddenly opened his eyes. The gray pupil suddenly shone with a stronger brilliance than before. He showed a real, rather than a sarcastic and malicious smile.

"Ah. It seems that our dialect must come to an end. Father." He said with ease: "My son is back."

The priest looked in surprise at the helicopter that suddenly appeared in the sky that looked particularly clean and clear under the filter of glass. It rubbed across the tip of the yew trees at an extremely fast speed, then disappeared from the sight of the two people, and then the roar became louder. The helicopter hovered briefly about twenty feet from the ground and then jumped directly from above as relaxed and relaxed as a cat jumped off the bookshelf.

In the blink of an eye he stood up from the lawn or started running when it landed. The priest's eyes followed closely with the same degree and embraced his brother with great enthusiasm and intimacy - the heir of Alexander Eredinde Sardin, the future Supreme Brain priest of the State Church once read about him and was deeply moved by it forever - he believed that this noble, kind, gentle and brave young crown prince would be a saint-like king.

But he is indeed part of Sallyrie.

Carme~|Eri and Sonia Lieri grabbed Alex at the door. After a gentle kiss and hug, they walked into the hall together. Now the priest and Sally Lieri's parents can no longer see them, but it can be predicted that the first thing his son, who was traveling away, must be coming to see his old father, who had not had much time.

The priest's accusation was already considered as quick, but he still met Alex and others on the wide stairs. When he passed by, Alex nodded slightly while the priest held his hands and bowed briefly.

"Who... is here to listen to confession?" Alex asked.

"It should be." Xude replied that he was a little uncertain because the priest's expression seemed to be the one who came to repent rather than listen to the confession.

Alex raised his eyebrows - the stubborn mother Kame... The priest is not very suitable for the men of the Sallyellier family. It seems that the little guy was bullied very much and the undead smiled in his heart.

Alex stepped on the soft carpet and slid lightly across the corridor to the door of Old Sallieri - he stared at the exquisite wooden carving in front of him, which had a few tiny insect holes - how many times will this be knocked on the door?

He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.

"I'm back Dad."

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They are content with enjoyment and pain as long as these are what they deserve. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!