Sartre Morse came out of his car with a dizzy head. He lit a cigarette, clamped it in his lips, but did not smoke it. In fact, he felt weak and soft muscles, like chocolate that had been basked in the sun for a long time - but he didn't want to stay in the car. Although it was the Orver S80 that was more than 90% of passers-by who had to cast envious eyes at his owner, the spacious and comfortable interior space could only suffocate Sartre Morse - if he was really just a freelance writer, he would have to accumulate income for ten years without eating or drinking to touch the steering wheel of the car, but he was not. He was one of the most beloved sons of the current king in Zeland...

The "miraculous" recovery of the King of Zeland has become the most solid and powerful support under the throne to a great extent, and the messenger of the gods, Sartre, who showed people the first holy trace, was his son. The first time a king in Zeland had gathered almost all his power in his hands. The kings who dared to make such an attempt in the past have been thrown into the Hell of No Return by the Religious Elders and the Royal Committee, but now they are facing an unquestionable saint... After countless light and dark confrontations, Zeland finally obtained a rough balance.

Sartre didn't know these, at least for the first eight years - he was like a nightmare, the only thing he was sure of was that the strange stone did have the power to make people crazy - he was not very clear, but there must be something radiation inside that affected human thinking. Sartre, who had been wandering around it, had difficulty escape from its control, but fortunately, out of the selfishness of a father, the King of Zeland gradually isolated him from the "holy stone".

Let his other brother replace him - the son he loves the most, not "one". Because he could not reach the stone, he was first crazy for several days and nights, crying and torture, followed by a few months of trance and confusion. After he finally remembered that he was a human, not a vassal of the stone, Sartre was shocked to find that his life had quietly consumed 2,922 days and nights in the cold and huge temple.

What made him despair was still behind - he lost his job and disappeared for eight years... If no one had applied, Sartre Morse would have probably become a dead population. His adoptive father, his mother's second husband, had died, and his friends had moved out of their original place. Although he found them, he found it difficult to enter their circle again - he could not understand their hints, jokes, or their eyes and gestures. Compared to them, he seemed dead, slow to react, and boring... These were nothing, the worst thing was that he

When he turned on the computer or camera and was about to write something, he found that he had no inspiration. The long and completely closed state made him completely hook up with this rapidly developing society. He wandered aimlessly in the city like a zombie who had lost his soul, staring blankly. Until he saw Lily in a nun suit, a photo published on the front page of the headline in an expired newspaper. The photo was taken a week ago. Her smile and beauty were the same as before. Eight years did not have a slight impact on her. He immediately went back and searched for all the news about her on the Internet.

Lily is the most beautiful part left behind at the end of his broken memory - he must admit that his love is not pure, but he believes that he will not force her or do things that make her suffer.

After learning that Lily and Alex left Zeeland, out of the original intention of avoiding pain, he deliberately did not try to inquire and understand her current situation. He almost took it for granted that Lily and Alex were together, and even if not, she should have been married, with a considerate husband, a cute child, a warm family, and perhaps a decent job that was not so tired than being betrayed to the Holy See. Her heart and character were destined to not choose to be a chaste, poor, and rigid nun.

She would have become the gentlest and virtuous wife, and also a strong and intelligent mother.

But he was powerless to do anything about it. He could not even do anything to Alexander Sallyery Ferdinand, the cold and despicable guy! - The King of Zeland was very indulging in him. Whether he was going to return to the Western Continental Federation or re-use the name Sartre Morse, he was tolerant and ignored some of his excessive words. Sartre Morse's account also had pretty numbers, but this did not mean that he could be an enemy of Sardinia's future king - the patriarch of Asamart stuffed him who suddenly fainted into the car and did not leave immediately, but patiently waited until his awakening. Although he said nothing, the non-human existence and attitude had already shown everything.

He took a sip of the cigarette hard, but found that it was already dying at some point. He tried it a few times, but finally had to open the car door, find the jacket he threw in the back seat, and rub it roughly. He found the lighter with the gold shell and also brought his mobile phone. It was thrown on the roof of the starlight car, which was the only place not wrapped in soft leather except for the dashboard, LCD display and windows, hardware. The unlocked phone was hit. It should be a touch keyboard, because when Sartre finally lit the cigarette, the phone vibrated, and then a tongue tremolo with a distinct Zeranian feature that was known as only three hundred years before it could be learned.

"Sart..." The man's voice echoed between leather and walnut and platinum. His speaking speed was a little slower than that of ordinary people in the world, but it was still difficult to find a gap between syllables and syllables: "Allah is on...I'm glad to wait for your call..."

***

The temple in Zeland is no less inferior to the center of the Old Testament.

Like a small city-like temple, it can accommodate 300,000 people and pray in it at the same time. 27 gold-pitched gates are carved with various exquisite and delicate patterns. Nine towers are connected by 100-foot-height walls. From the walls to the stairs and steps and the entire ground are paved with white marble. Cast in the last pure gold, cast with red sapphire, emeralds, and diamonds on it. The gate is 15 feet high and 6 feet wide. It is a cubic temple. The marble pond in the center stores the entire holy lake water that has moved from the oasis with the latest means of high technology. The deep water of the lake is the stone that constantly exudes power.

Humans crawl around this force, so dense that they cannot see the color of the ground.

"I don't think this is what Allah wants to see." Elder Saleh said, his face was like a cracked winter dry land, full of deep cracks, cold, rigid, gray, lacking vitality and vitality.

"You are too cautious." Another elder replied immediately: "Allah will not refuse the hands that people extend to him, he will be delighted with more lost people walking on his way, the right way."

Elder Saleh turned his head and looked at the faces of every member of the Presbyterian Church one by one. Some were indifferent, some were suspicious, some were hesitant, some were blank... but there was no sadness or worry.

It was hard for him to believe that he had no supporters anymore...but that was the case.

The old imam sighed deeply, as if he had spit out all his last energy. He slowly stood up and walked out the door.

The sound outside hit their faces like Allah's thunder, and Elder Saleh passed through the endless crowd and walked in the opposite direction of theirs.

"I don't understand why Saleh disagreed with our approach." A long time later, an elder whispered: "For the first time in history, Allah's children surpassed the Old Testament believers. Perhaps their will is not so firm, but Allah's miracle will give them the unparalleled virtue of loyalty."

"He lacks courage," said another elder: "His heart is old. Everyone, we can keep him quiet for a few days... All things should be done as we discuss."

***

Elder Saleh walked out of the temple, and there was unprecedented crowds of people outside the temple. People could hear loud prayers and murmuring confessions everywhere. Countless hands waved in the hot air, and took over one exquisitely bound scripture after another.

"The key to opening all the mystery in the world is in the hands of Allah, and all the evergreen or withered things in the world are recorded in the holy books of Allah!" an imam's assistant shouted, and suddenly opened another box of new books exuding the smell of ink, like an almsman who generously opened the basket of bread in front of the hungry poor.

This is another new move for the National Church in Zeland. As long as you want, whether you are the child of Allah or not, you can get a fine scripture for free.

They also provide free air tickets, accommodation, food and water to pilgrims, as long as you stay in Zeland, and businessmen who can read a good deal during business negotiations can get great value for money from the Zelanders.

Every temple in Zeland is open to those who intend to convert - the people of Zeland are children of Allah at birth, so most of them are foreigners. Those who accept converts only care about the number of believers, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred... The most temple received the conversion of 1,200 new believers in one day - no test, no questions asked, and no time for both parties to repent... One mind is just for the flashy superficial numbers.

A man with blond hair hurried past Elder Saleh. Although he was wearing a wide robe, a headscarf, a scripture, and a chant of **, Saleh could tell at a glance that he was a standard hypocrite—a cold and persistent look, rude and rough behavior, hidden contempt, disdain or a unique fanaticism that belongs to the researchers... This fanaticism is different from the fanaticism of believers, and no believer will try to analyze Allah. But a scientist or researcher will.

Most of the new believers are such people. Some of them are spies from the Old Testament or other countries, some are merchants, some are anarchists, some are researchers, or scientists, and some are even members of illegal organizations... Except for Saleh, almost every elder did not take this complexity into consideration. They did not know the crisis hidden by the sudden increase in believers. Zeland has been closed for a long time, and it cannot withstand the impact of overly abundant and powerful, mixed with countless foreign knowledge and ideas, because this is likely to completely disintegrate the pedestal of the age that is too ancient; what it requires is careful choice, slowly soak, and expand little by little.

The parts of the plants in the desert outside the sand layer are often smaller, shorter and narrower than those buried underground, because only a strong and stable foundation can absorb enough water and nutrients to ensure that they will not be pulled up and swept away by the sandstorm that rages on the desert all the time.

Elder Saleh turned around and re-examined the new temple of gods, which became a little smaller as the distance went away.

This beautiful palace is built on the sand and gravel.!~!

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