At the 22nd Squad, Su Hao sat by the fireplace burning with fire, and was reading the Gospels attentively.

"The Emperor leads us to light, and anyone who tries to challenge the authority of the Emperor will be regarded as heretics and devils. They are tempted and fall into darkness forever. Although they have been noble and stained with dirty blood. This great power is supreme, and only the supporters and believers can feel its existence. Fame and courage will cause jealousy and suspicion. Only the Emperor is a god who will never be questioned. In his presence, we must worship. In his presence, we must look up. The Emperor's will must be obeyed, and this is the only proof that we lead us to defeat darkness and occupy light forever."

Su Hao's voice was very light and clear. The sound with male magnetism was very pleasant, and the swaying rhythm and syllables accompanied each other. Kenson and He Dong sat on the sofa, while Vimol and Rice sat opposite the stove. They were silent and listened quietly as Su Hao recited the chapters and sentences. No matter who anyone felt a wave of power, it seemed to be impacting the fluctuations of thoughts and minds.

The room seemed quiet and peaceful, and there were no other complicated thoughts in people's minds. The soft and pleasant chanting sound drove away a lot of the cold in the night. In addition to comfort and tranquility, there was also a shocking, or should be said to be a force of fear.

After reading this page, Su Hao slowly closed the book and fell into long-term contemplation.

He was sure that the religion in the third stage of the world was not just a drug of thinking in the ordinary sense. Whether it was the Earth or the Red Dragon Planet, religion was just a way to anesthetize believers. But here, every time I read, even when I even recall the word "Emperor", Su Hao would have some very subtle and extremely inexplicable feelings. It was an invisible force, and Su Hao felt that he seemed to touch the edge of a mysterious world. But if he really wanted to tell the truth, he would appear empty and confused. Perhaps, as the priest said: light will always guide us.

“We are not really believers.”

Captain Kenson looked peaceful, and he glanced at Su Hao: "There are few believers in the true sense here. We hardly go to church, we have only heard the priest's sermons several times. He told us that when we encounter danger or fight, we must recite in our hearts, or shout out the word "emperor". We will get help and be redeemed. No one can tell why, but everyone can feel the existence of that power."

Vimour nodded: "The power is vague. I don't know if it is something that really exists? Or my own instinctive reaction in danger? To be honest, it is better to believe in yourself than to believe in the emperor. The edge zone is full of life and death, and no mercenary will know what to face tomorrow? I only believe in my own companions. Of course, if shouting or thinking is really useful, I am afraid that the believers in the town will increase exponentially. At least, the priest's church will not be as dilapidated as it is now."

Su Hao is still thinking.

The words of Kenson and Vimour represent two completely different concepts about religion. Their appearance is not surprising and logical. But for some reason, Su Hao felt that this Gospel resonated with him.

Long-term contemplation gradually spreads the tentacles of thinking. This is not Su Hao's active intention, but the instinctive release of thinking energy unconsciously. By the time Su Hao woke up from the contemplation, a long time had passed. He was surprised to find that the tentacles of consciousness, which were confined to a narrow range after coming to this world, had expanded by twice. Now, all the buildings near the twenty-two team's base have completely enveloped, with a detection radius of more than 150 meters.

In the long dark night, the fireplace means warmth and light. No one knows Su Hao's true feelings at this moment. Everyone, including Kenson, felt that Su Hao, who was in silence, was thinking. In fact, the members of the 22nd Team were filled with too many thoughts. They did not believe in God, but the content in this Gospel made them feel warm. It was not because the flames acted on the flesh, but because the words and sentences hit the soul and shocked the brain's thinking. Even the captain Kenson, who had the most calm personality, followed Su Hao's sound of reading the pages for a few seconds, fell into worship and perception of the great power of the divine.

"I don't believe in the emperor."

Kenson leaned forward slowly, his hands stuck to his knees, his palms gradually closed under his lips, and he whispered thoughtfully: "Belief and belief are two completely different concepts. Just like I never believed in those imperial nobles, I am very unfamiliar with the emperor, who is too far away from us, and I can't say that there is any sense of worship, or even no respect."

Lill and Bella sat together, and the two surrounded each other. Bella seemed very acknowledged Kenson's words, and she closed her hair in a cold tone: "When I was wandering on the streets, the emperor did not bring me clothes or food. When I was so hungry that I rushed into the bakery and stole a piece of bread, I only saw the police, and the bakery owner who shouted to peel me off. They taught me the first lesson of life: violence and barbarity are the most effective ways in the world. Although I kept crying and begging, hoping that they could let me go, and I was willing to help the servants in the bakery for my mistakes as compensation, no one heard what I said. I was sent to the troubled teenager discipline. More than a week later, I was transferred to the local Imperial Prison."

"Not all policemen are bad people. This is the case for the prison guards who care about me. He secretly told me that according to normal procedures, theft crimes like me and who are still underage should be forced counseling in the Discipline Inspection Institute of the Problem Young People. Unfortunately, the day I entered happened to be the day of the Noble Charity. According to convention, the nobles often choose a person who is responsible for helping and helping among the problematic teenagers. It is said that this is the rule set by the emperor a long time ago, but now it has changed its flavor when it is implemented. A 70-year-old man with wrinkles on his face is said to have suffered from the sequelae of leprosy and is old bastard who is old enough to be my great-grandfather, and he has taken a fancy to me. He spent a lot of money, used his relationship, erased me from the list of minors, and sent me directly to the Imperial Prison."

Riley was a little curious: "Why haven't you heard you talk about this before? We have known each other for a long time. We have been calculating with our fingers. It's almost ten years since we were about to do it.

"Everyone has their own secrets. Besides, some things aren't necessarily good to say. I don't even want to think of them at all."

Bella shook her head gently. It could be seen that there was a faint sadness, disappointment and pain in her eyes.

"I was locked up with a group of serious prisoners. Of course you understand what serious prisoners mean. At that time, I was only fifteen years old, and a very strong woman regarded me as her pet. I had to make her happy every day and half of the food had to be given to her. It was there that I learned fighting and how to use a gun. Those women were better than many men in this regard. They knew all the vital parts of the human body and how to kill a person in the simplest way. There was no entertainment in the prison, and people used chat to kill time. When they were quarreling with each other and what was the best way to kill people, I always curled up in the corner and listened quietly. It was said that society was a big dye vat, and it was the best school there. Although I only stayed for less than five months, I had become the best graduate there."

Lill stretched out his arms, hugged Bella tightly, tilted his head, rubbed his lips and chin back and forth over Bella's soft hair surface, and murmured softly: "You should have told me this earlier, you can trust me, trust each of us."

Bella smiled a little on her pale face, and she stared at Lille with her brown eyes: "Of course I believe you. But I can't convince myself. There are many nights when I dreamed of the old nobleman who was pierced by my toothpick. He had a big black hunting dog. I quietly killed the dog and peeled the dog's skin. On the night when I killed the old nobleman, I put on the dog's skin and escaped from the manor with the help of disguise. That was the most feared moment in my life. I felt that I was finished. Once I was caught by the police or discovered by others in the manor, I didn't even have the chance to explain. At that time, for the first time in my life, I prayed that there was no name of any god that could be used as a prayer, and I could only beg to the emperor. Of course, he would not hear my voice. Being able to live until now was entirely based on my own strength and luck."

Vimol took out cigarettes from his pocket and radiated them in sequence in the crowd. The mercenaries lit the cigarettes and sucked them silently. Bella's story touched them. In fact, almost every mercenary has his own story. They often buried the stories in their hearts, rarely, or even would not say them like Bella.

"Those who served in the army trusted the emperor very much."

Vimol spit out a strong smog and carefully considered the words: "I have seen them fight. The scene is indeed amazing and can easily affect the people around you. You will involuntarily want to join them, or take up weapons to fight with them. It is because of this that I became a mercenary. There is no way. At that time, I was not qualified to select soldiers of the Empire, and my strength and physique were not up to standard. That extremely fanatical scene has always stimulated me, and I couldn't even eliminate all this from my mind. They roared "Long live the emperor" and carried the battle flag. You will never doubt that they would be defeated, but will only think that victory is a matter of course."

"Because they have faith, this is the power of faith."

The voice of the mercenary captain Kenson was deep and calm: "They believed in the emperor and could draw strength from the emperor. This is what the priests said. Although no one had seen the emperor, it did not affect their firm beliefs in their hearts. In fact, in terms of combat effectiveness and physical fitness, we are not much different from the imperial soldiers. Vimol and Riley even exceeded the selection criteria for the imperial army. However, in combat, especially when facing dark creatures, we are not as good as the regular army of the Empire. They can improve their abilities through battle cry. The passionate voice can guide the belief in their minds and produce a substantial energy position. This is what the priests often say: as long as they have faith loyal to the emperor, they can crush everything."

Su Hao's eyes slowly passed through everyone's face and slowly stopped on everyone's body.

Of course, Bella's story is true. Kenson and Ho Dong will not lie. If their narrative is not problematic, then the belief is really puzzling. This is different from the religious form on earth that is anesthetized with the most thoughts of gods, but a kind of invisible power that can truly feel the existence of the believers. But the question is, can they really be connected with the so-called "emperor's glory" just through brain thinking?

The mercenaries could not give Su Hao more help in this regard. This involves many deeper questions. Even the priests in Konoha Town may not be able to answer. He is just a priest of the lowest level. Although the residents of the town call him a priest, he is not a priest who is enthroned by the Imperial Church, and is at best a priest.

Just as Su Hao fell into deep thought again, he suddenly noticed a faint sense of thinking that was extending from outside the closed door.

Su Hao is very familiar with this invisible energy tentacle. When the Earth and the Red Dragon Planet, the advanced "worker bees" often connect with each other through thinking. This communication method is more advanced than language, and can also allow the other party to understand your personal thinking more thoroughly. In simple terms, you are equivalent to getting into other people's brains, seeing everything the other party is willing to open for you, and can be seen by you.

This strand of thinking consciousness energy is very weak and clumsy. Of course, this is for Su Hao himself. He is already very proficient in controlling his thinking consciousness, especially in analysis, and his ability and effect are unmatched. The way this strand of releasing and extending the energy of this strand of thinking consciousness is very rough. If you compare it with numbers as an example, it is "l", then Su Hao is "100".

This consciousness was cold and wet, and it swam unscrupulously in the room. It was like an invisible snake, curling back and forth in front of everyone, constantly spitting out snake letters, revealing its fangs provocatively, but it could not be seen by people.

Su Hao immediately realized that this was someone using thinking energy outside for long-distance detection. Su Hao was surprised. This was the first time he had discovered that similar abilities appeared after he came to the third stage of the world. The use of energy at this level was obviously far beyond the understanding of the mercenaries of the 22nd Team. Su Hao did not speak out, and he quickly expanded his consciousness without hesitation, surrounding this strand of thinking consciousness energy from different directions, and then found more relevant information.

The person who released his mind was hiding in the shadow more than ten meters away outside the house. She stood there motionless, with a somewhat blurred face, but it could be seen that she was a woman.

Lille and Bella's wedding was scheduled.

Even from the perspective of the residents of Konoha Town, the wedding was very grand. The 22nd Team took out all its assets and held a very good ceremony for Lille and Bella. With the blessing of the priest, as many as thousands of people witnessed this scene. When Lille hugged Bella in his arms and kissed her, deafening applause, shouts, whistles and laughter sounded.

Kenson was quite famous among the residents around him, and under his call, the wedding banquet became extremely rich. According to convention, this was actually the process of each household taking out some food and placing it on a striped long table to use it. Similar weddings have been held before, but in terms of the quantity and type of food, they are far inferior to this time. Infected by the lively and cheerful atmosphere, more people participated, and the inside and outside of the church became crowded.

Night soon came. The celebration scene also moved from the church to various bars. Although Lille ordered not much wine, everyone understood this. Everyone could only get a small glass of wine, and people paid for it out of their own pocket to continue drinking. Under the stimulation of alcohol, blessings to the newlyweds were echoed everywhere in the town.

“For the beautiful Bella, the cup”

"For Lille, he is the best guy among us."

"Don't forget that there is a doctor. We have to make his health a cup. Otherwise, no one will be responsible for our health. Hahahaha."

Tonight, Su Hao became the most respected object besides Lille and Bella. No matter where he went, people raised his glasses to him frequently, and many mercenaries invited him to have a drink. There are definitely not everyone respecting Su Hao. A considerable number of them just want to win over or get familiar with each other's relationship. After all, with the recovery of Kensen and Mo Xingkui, Su Hao's name has been widely recognized by the residents of the town. Here, as long as you get shelter from a doctor, it means more security.

Returning to the Twenty-Two Squadron's Terminal from the church, you must pass through Austin's Tavern.

When Su Hao was pushed into by a group of mercenaries, he happened to see the mayor Wang Hu sitting alone next to a wine table, and Jacob, who was inseparable from him at any time.

On the table was a plate of sausage that should have been cut shortly, and the sauce-red short round slices were filled with a greedy oil. A fat turkey lying in the middle of the plate, with a knife inserted on its golden back. Jacob put a few slices of the newly cut barbecue flat on the plate, picked up a toast and placed it on it, waved the knife to cut the slices of bread flexibly. On the other side of the knife, the fallen slices of bread just sucked the meat oil, making it more fragrant and full of taste.
Chapter completed!