The angry Magenta pushed open the wooden door, rushed into the chapel, and walked quickly towards Father Harrison. The expression of gritted teeth and trembling hands clearly showed the rogues's current mood.
The moment Magenta approached Father Harrison, the priest grabbed Magenta's collar first and shouted with an expression and voice as angry as a rogues: "Don't call me a quack! You can understand that every time an injured person is sent to hospital Come to me, but I failed to save them, how painful it was to watch them die in front of me! I also hope to heal everyone! The problem of these damn diseases is so complicated, I am not the only one at all People can handle it! If you are unhappy, go to those people who claim to be miracle doctors, or use those damn magic to see if you can save the irreparable life! If there are really so many miracles, then there is no value at all. ,do you know!"
Father Harrison, who was equally emotional, pushed Magenta away. "What's more, you don't know that the disease Shen Jing originally contracted could be contagious. The townspeople's original intention was to burn her to death. I asked them to leave Shen Jing behind so that I could study it. The method of treating this disease. The infectious disease was controlled by me, but the several complications that followed had symptoms that I had never seen before. Just to deal with the new disease, I spent a lot of money The effort, time and medicinal materials, and the risk of infection. Do you think these things cost no money? How can a small medicinal garden I grow myself be enough to meet such a large demand? I even have to buy some quite precious medicinal materials to try. Just relying on the support and subsidies from the Holy See, my funds are still very tight, let alone raising one more person. Have you seen all of this! Even if it is your relative who is facing death, what have you done? After only one meeting, he loudly called me a quack! Who has the right to complain!"
Being scolded by the priest who had accumulated resentment for a long time, Pinhong was stunned and didn't know how to respond. Father Harrison, on the other hand, seemed to be struck by thunder, trembling as he straightened out his crepe clothes. With a rather helpless expression, he fell back on the bench and confessed. "Sorry, as a servant of the Lord, I may have been too excited."
"shu! shu, didn't you say that Hoshimi could help me find Sister Fukage? Didn't you say that I could have a good ending? What does this mean! What does this mean...Is this a test of me? I don't want it. Such a result. I don't want such a result..." Magenta grabbed shu's collar and questioned loudly. Later, even his own voice started to sob. The rogues began to sob.
"I didn't know there would be such a result. I dare not say that this is a test, maybe it is just proof of her powerlessness." shu said with a sad expression, but a sly look flashed through his eyes. "If you have any questions about the arrangements she has made, ask her face to face when you have the opportunity. If you are not satisfied with the answer she gives, forget about the difference in strength for the time being and punch her hard on the bridge of the nose. . But let's talk first, I never said anything like she wouldn't dodge or fight back."
Magenta, who had runny nose and tears, looked at shu's serious expression and thought over and over again. "Wow~~" Suddenly the rogues held his head and screamed wildly.
"What's wrong?" The female knight Shen Jing was frightened by the rogues's hysterical voice and raised her head and asked. shu, who half-covered his ears, just replied helplessly: "Probably because I reminded him of some unsurpassable strength differences."
In a semi-crazy state, Magenta beat shu's chest and kept shouting: "Then what should I do! What should I do..."
He sighed and scratched his head, completely ignoring the fist on his chest. "I don't know what you should do. If beating you a few times can relieve your anger, I can beat you to your heart's content for free. But if you make such a noise, the person upstairs will hear it and feel Maybe it's not very comfortable."
As if she had been hit hard in the heart, Magenta stopped making noises and venting in vain. He just rested his head on shu's chest, trying hard to hide his emotions. However, looking at the twitching back, everyone present still felt a sore nose. In the quiet chapel, the sound of the rogues sniffing could be faintly heard.
"Banana... that's right! shu, banana! We can rush to the trial forest and ask Aguo. Maybe we can find bananas. Sister Shen Jing can still be saved." Magenta revealed an excited look and whispered. But shu responded helplessly: "Regardless of the fact that it takes forty to fifty days to come back and forth, whether you can find it or not is still a big problem. It's not that easy to find such precious things. You'd better ask first Ask Father Harrison if he has enough time."
Everyone turned their attention to Father Harrison, but the priest just shook his head. "Maybe there isn't that much time. As I said, based on Shenjing's current situation, I can't guarantee what will happen tomorrow or how many days he will live. Many times, the patient's confidence issues will also affect the condition, but on the verge of In the final stage, Shen Jing's emotions are extremely unstable. Instead of relying on illusory and unreliable things, it is better for you to stay by her side and try to allow her to end her painful life smoothly. I believe this is worse than other methods. It would be much better, if the relationship between you is enough to support each other."
"What to do... what to do..." Magenta sat down on the bench weakly, biting her nails and muttering to herself. When the female knight sitting nearby saw this scene, she had a different feeling in her heart.
Standing and looking at Magenta sitting in the chair, shu restrained his helpless expression and showed indifference. He hid his original emotions deep in his heart again and turned away. "No one can tell you the answer to what to do, it's your problem, no one else's."
Frustrated eyes moved up, Magenta looked at shu's side face. "shu, if it were you, what would you do?"
"Is it me?" To this sudden question, shu immediately answered without thinking: "I will kill her with one sword."
Such an answer frightened everyone present, and shu continued to explain his thoughts. "Instead of watching her suffer the continuous torture and pain, I would either cure her immediately or make her no longer feel anything. So the woman I love must have extraordinary physical strength and courage, because I I don't want to waste my energy and time on such sentimentality."
Except for the mage who moved his troubled gaze to the ground aside, the rogues had a grimace on his face, because the idea of shu was completely inadequate as a reference. Others were staring closely at shu's expression, hoping to find a little bit of a joke in it.
Late at night, magenta, deep scene, shu and mesago took up temporary residence in Yorkser Church. The sleepless rogues used the snoring of shus as background music and stared out the window at the four moons hanging high in the sky. Half moon, quarter moon, full moon, waning moon, all kinds of postures are presented in the most beautiful form in the eyes of everyone who can't sleep. The huge mountainous forest landscape outside the church was brightly illuminated by the moonlight. The quiet scenery that is different from daytime attracts every soul. The sound of night owls and chirping insects is intermittent, and the breeze blows gently. Yes, it is night.
A sound that shouldn't appear at night penetrated the rogues's ears. It was the sound of weak and frivolous footsteps. Magenta could almost imagine what kind of pattern the owner of the footsteps was walking in, because he had been imagining such a scene from the past. Every memory picture belonging to her was recalled by him again and again, deeply engraved in his mind.
"Sister Shenjing..." Magenta crept up out of bed, put on her chameleon cloak, and for a moment the rogues's figure seemed to disappear from the world. Silent steps led him to the door. After confirming that the footsteps were at a certain distance, the wooden door was gently opened. To ordinary people, all this might be mistaken for the work of ghosts.
Following the gentle footsteps, I arrived at the chapel. I opened the wooden door to reveal a small slit, where a light blue linen shawl was draped around a praying woman. The small window next to the cross brought in the moonlight and shone on the honey-colored hair, faintly shining with silver light. Such a scene made Magenta dumbfounded. It was even more charming than the previous night scene.
Putting the chameleon cloak aside casually, and deliberately making a few footsteps first, Magenta pushed the wooden door open completely. The woman in prayer slowly raised her head, opened her eyes, and showed a bright smile, but she could not hide her loneliness. "Pin'er."
"Sister Shen Jing, are you okay?"
"Yeah. Every time I pray, I always feel that the Lord will take away my pain a little bit. I feel much better now. I also made a vow that when I recover, I am willing to devote myself to the priesthood. Serving everyone."
Carefully helping the long-awaited person sit on the bench, Magenta couldn't believe that her dream would come true one day, even though it was a bit imperfect. I just stared blankly at this face that I had pictured countless times in my mind, but I didn't know what to say in this situation.
The sickly beauty used her pale jade hands to comb the rogues's messy hair, as if she were taking care of her dear little brother, showing her care without reservation, everything was just like in the past. The difference is that they are both older and the younger one is no longer just a crybaby with a snotty nose. And I am completely different from the past...
Many thoughts kept flowing through Magenta's mind. His relationship with Sister Shen Jing was still the same as before, but now their conditions were very different. As a man, he had the ability to do many things. What can I do for her? Good to make up for this period of time. "Sister Shen Jing, do you want anything? I might be able to help you find it."
Faced with such a question, Shen Jing looked embarrassed and did not answer. Still relying on Pinhong's insistent questioning, she raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to think. "I don't know what else I owe. I feel that being able to see you like this now is very satisfying."
"Tell me, tell me. There must be something you really want or want to see. Gemstones? Pearls? Or clothes made of beautiful silk?"
"Hmm~" Shen Jing thought for a while, then shook his head slightly. A unique fragrance came from the swaying hair, and Magenta almost fell into Shen Jing's arms.
"Ah!" A soft cry brought back the rogues's consciousness, and the scene showed a somewhat confused and yearning look. "Pin'er, have you ever heard of a famous painter named Shan shui? I heard that he is good at various painting styles, such as realistic, impressionistic, and emotional, etc. I heard that his best paintings are a set of paintings. That is the sunrise scenery in the six seasons of Beilong Mountain in the East. I also heard that he lived in Beilong Mountain for a full year for this set of pictures. It would be great if I could take a look at his works. . But this is very difficult." He smiled helplessly.
Looking at that fascinated expression, Magenta hurriedly gave an answer that would make anyone hopeful. "No! I should have a way to find it."
Magenta's affirmative attitude caused Shen Jing to feel slightly uneasy. "You shouldn't use any strange methods. No way."
What a keen sixth sense. Although Magenta had not yet mentioned her identity as a rogues, her heart felt like it was about to pop out of her chest when she was warned by Deep View. Because that is the worst plan that I have decided on, if there is no other better way to achieve the goal. The panicked rogues quickly turned the topic aside and started talking about the artistic creation that Shen Jing had been very interested in in the past.
It was night, and there was a rare atmosphere of joy in the chapel.
At noon, Magenta got up from the bed. Last night's chat was so exciting that it didn't end until sunrise. The single bed next door has been made up and the quilt has been folded. shu didn't know where it went.
After organizing her equipment, Magenta prepared to think of ways to prepare for the agreement she made last night. Walking out of the church, he saw a familiar figure standing in Father Harrison's medicine garden. The plain white linen women's clothing paired with that slim figure will make every man who sees it reluctant to look away. Magenta happily walked forward and shouted. "Sister Shen Jing."
Beautiful blue eyes met magenta's gaze, and her long fluffy hair was tossed aside. The rogues's first reaction was to take three steps back and scream as if he was frightened. "Ah~ you are not Sister Shen Jing."
With hands on her hips, Shen Jing pointed at Magenta and cursed: "Please make it clear, I am not your sister Shen Jing!" Unlike the other Shen Jing, although the female knight was wearing simple women's clothes, she still She couldn't hide her heroic demeanor. His eyes, which were also blue, shot out with a burning fire that loved life.
"Then...Shen Jing, do you know where shu and Mesago are?"
Shaking his head, Shen Jing showed a disdainful expression. "I went out early in the morning. I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing. I just heard that they told Father Harrison that they would come back again."
"Oh. Yes, why are you dressed like this?"
When asked by the rogues, Shen Jing blushed unexpectedly. Twisting his head to the side even harder. "You mind me! Anyway, I'm not leaving yet, and it's not convenient to enter the town of Flenchen. If you're going to stay in the church, why are you wearing a full set of heavy armor? The priest has some old clothes here, which are temporarily borrowed. To wear."
The timid rogues secretly glanced at the female knight who had changed into ordinary women's clothing. Maybe there is no difference between the two Shen Jing in the eyes of others, but privately the rogues still thinks that his sister Shen Jing is more beautiful, at least in terms of personality. Such thoughts unconsciously drove me to complain in a low voice. Unfortunately, these sounds reached someone's ears. "What did you say, you damn brat!"
"Wow~" Magenta took another three big steps back, nervously looking at the oncoming scene of an angry man with clenched fists. "You...don't come over."
"So what if you come here!" The angry embankment that the female knight has blocked for days is on the verge of breaking. She doesn't like to be treated differently by others, doesn't like to be ignored by others, and doesn't like to be compared to others! Especially when the appearance of the person being compared looks exactly like me, this is already a very big blow, and the even bigger blow is that my evaluation is lost to that of the other person!
The rogues, who could not withstand threats and intimidation, cooperated with Shen Jing's footsteps. If the other party took a step forward, he would take a step back. The other party asked, "So what if I come over?" This made Magenta quite troubled. Yes, so what if you come over. Suddenly my childhood skills for getting rid of scoundrels came to mind. Magenta still maintained a panicked look, but instead threatened, "Don't come over here! If you come over again, I'll spit on you! A manly man can spit on you as he pleases!"
"You──" His anger rose infinitely. During this period of time, Shen Jing saw people who were either scoundrels or people playing dirty tricks. Can't these people just have a fair duel? Are they men? In anger, the pace kept moving.
"Bah! Bah!"
"Bang! Boom, boom, boom~" This was the loud noise coming from Shen Jing's mind, and her reason and chivalry had already flown to the sky. The white pupils were now filled with red bloodshot eyes, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire. He half-lifted his linen skirt, pulled out the protective dagger tied to his leg, and started chasing the running rogues.
What kind of scene should this be? Fighting? Grinning? Or just to vent your anger? But no matter which one it is, it is not very pleasant to see in the eyes of the patient by the window. Especially when there is a person who looks exactly like me and is doing something that I cannot do. It was daytime, but the curtains fluttering in the wind created a shadow, covering another face.
Of course, a knight who is not used to wearing long skirts cannot catch up with a rogues who specializes in escaping. Fleeing from the crazy female knight who was chasing her, Magenta came to the small town of Flenchen.
Standing in the middle of the road, Magenta stared blankly at the sparse crowds of people passing by. Now he has a new exact goal, which is to find any landscape painting by a famous painter, no matter what the means! But you have to know where such a thing is first... "Alas~"
With their heads lowered, everyone hurrying through the sshuts showed an air of indifference, indifference to the world, to life, and certainly to strangers. Magenta encountered a difficult problem, that is, how to start? Although I have been on the adventure for dozens of days, most of that time has been spent walking, with a shu as my leader.
I have no idea how to start a journey of exploration. Should I find a pub and ask? But how should I ask? Can I just ask at the pub? Or should I look for a store that sells related art items? So where can I find such a store? "Alas~"
"Friend, do you need help?"
Magenta turned around when she heard a slightly familiar voice. The priest whom he had met once stood behind him with a kind smile on his face. "Ah! You are... you are..."
The pastor who smiled softly did not take it seriously and introduced himself again. "I am Pastor Bendiz of the Truth Sect. Maybe I can guide you to a bright path when you are lost." The pastor bowed deeply.
"Ah, by the way. Hello." Magenta responded a little at a loss. "I don't know why you are here..."
Listening to Magenta's question, Pastor Bendiz answered respectfully: "Our bishop, the great savior, Mr. Folsom came to the town of Philanthropy to preach our doctrine and redeem the hesitant people. I was particularly surprised after hearing the news. Those who are here for pilgrimage, please stop by to see if there is anything you can do to help. Are you willing to come with us? You will benefit a lot from listening to our bishop's reasoning."
"Ah, no, thank you. I have other things to do." After hearing Pastor Bendiz's invitation, Magenta quickly declined. Bring the conversation back to your goals. "I wonder if you have ever heard of the painter Shanshui?"
"Is the famous painter Shanshui? I heard that he is accepting an invitation from the nearby town of Ifoa."
"Oh~ Really!" Magenta's eyes lit up instantly. It turns out that the man is nearby, so it seems that there is no need to work hard to find a way to steal his paintings. wrong! Kidnapping someone is much more difficult than stealing a painting! what to do? The lucky rogues encountered the second problem.
Seeing the troubled look on the young man in front of him, Pastor Bendiz smiled. "If you don't mind, I'll accompany you to visit the town of Ivoya."
"Hmm~? Do you know Shanshui?" Magenta asked curiously. Pastor Bendiz shook his head. "No. But I have a good relationship with the businessman family who hosted the famous painter Shan shui. If necessary, I may be able to arrange a meeting between the two of them."
"Lucky~" Magenta shouted excitedly in her head. With eyes flashing with emotion, he held Pastor Bendiz's hands tightly and shook them up and down. Suddenly another question occurred to him. "By the way, doesn't this prevent you from meeting your bishop?"
"Don't worry, it only takes less than half a day to go to Ivoa Town. And Mr. Folsom is scheduled to stay in Fulanshen Town for a long time, so I still have many opportunities. Not to mention my bounden duty to help others. , it is only my duty to help you." Pastor Bendiz replied gently. "I don't know your name yet. You are..."
The most basic courtesy was mentioned at this time, and the timid rogues hurriedly replied with a blushing face: "I am the rogues Magenta."
"rogues?" Pastor Bendiz showed a curious expression. Generally speaking, people in this type of profession will use more euphemistic terms to refer to themselves, and even conceal their profession. It is quite surprising that Magenta is so outspoken.
Seeing the pastor's expression, Magenta hurriedly explained: "Actually! In fact, I just received this kind of training. I haven't really done anything bad. And... and I was raped once..." Unbearable to look back on the past, Magenta spoke softer and quieter, lowering her head helplessly, feeling depressed.