Chapter 1034: Noble Church

Cornelia sat on her knees alone before the statue of the noble goddess. The cold moonlight shone through the glass into the church. She looked up slightly and stared at the noble goddess' statue.
Their noble church also has its own ‘belief network’. Although they don’t know how they got it under their crown, it is estimated that they have nothing to do with what they are doing recently.
The noble church is the last refuge of all nobles who follow the ‘tradition’, and only here can they enjoy a moment of tranquility and a pleasant air.
When dealing with those decaying nobles, even if they breathe together, as long as they hear how much wealth they show off and ‘gain’ from ‘untouchables’, Cornelia, the traditional nobles who believe in noble goddesses, will feel nausea.
If the qualities of the non-nobles made them unable to do something that they could turn around and walk away, maybe those nobles would have discovered that they were not right.
In order not to allow the air around them to be polluted, they would rather not go to those parties or breathe the air in the same place as the decaying guys-because that would make them feel unwell.
Not all nobles are decaying. There are still some nobles who follow the tradition, but such nobles are always ‘a few people’.
Not even they feel like they are ‘innocent’-especially after accepting the idea from the maidservant!
Cornelia was not wearing a gorgeous dress at this time, but wearing a simple robe, which is in line with the original teachings of "thrift" and "modesty", of course, with the changes of the times, the teachings of the noble church now This is no longer the case.
However, in order to welcome the upcoming change, they changed the clothes again.
They have accepted the latest teachings of the church, and together they are bearing the ‘pain’ that the gods of faith are suffering.
The crunchy sensation rose from the depths of the bones and slapped to various parts of the body, but Cornelia was silent and didn't cry out because of this pain.
The traditional aristocratic education she received from an early age gave her a strong physique. Even as a female, her strength is no less than those of the noble men now, and she can even go to the battlefield even after she is determined and sharp.
Silence and patience are the things all bishops of the noble church are doing.
They stared at the idol with plain and longing eyes to share the pain of ‘transformation’. After this period of time, their church was able to usher in a tremendous change.
Without them to share the pain, their gods will have to bear all this alone-how does this work, to share the worries for the faith is not what they have always wanted to do?
It has always been their faith that shields them from the wind and rain, and now when they pay for their faith, any ‘bishop’ is willing to pay.
When the voice of the goddess sounded again in her mind, Cornelia closed her eyes happily, but then she felt that ‘pain’ receded like a tide, and opened her eyes in a hurry.
At this time, she slightly opened her dry lips and chanted the latest teachings of the church in a low voice—
"...May all suffering be far away from you, and may all pain never return..."
"...The wheel of the times rolls forward, and everyone will contribute their own strength for this..."
As if there is a force condensing in the bottom of my heart, as if a flame is burning in my heart, as if there are countless voices constantly repeating every passage of the text.
Cornelia let go of her mind and allowed her consciousness to blend into it, but it seemed that nothing had happened. Her eyes were still on the idol.
Unconsciously, there seems to have been some changes in the idol, and this change is particularly slow-like the pain that the noble goddess is suffering, perhaps this change will last for a long period of time.
It seems that in her hallucinations, Cornelia saw a goddess who was kneeling on the ground and struggling with pain. She kept pulling things out of her body. Although she could not see her face, there were blue tendons all over her neck and arms. .
Just a glance, Cornelia seemed to have understood the goddess' pain.
In an instant, she suddenly realized that this is the goddess she has always believed in, the who has supported them for a refuge.
Cornelia held out her hand in a trance, as if she wanted to share the pain of her faith, but she couldn't catch the thin, slender arm.
Suddenly, she blinked her eyes, and everything in front of her disappeared, leaving only an empty church.
The proud moon hung in the sky, and a white moonlight was sprinkled on the ground. Cornelia knelt in front of the idol, and the moonlight shone on her, reflecting her sorrowful old face.
Two lines of tears overflowed from my eyes, but the bishop of the noble church did not make any sound.
She stared blankly at the idol, with an image of calmness in her eyes and an elegant smile in the corners of her mouth, but a distorted face appeared in her heart, a goddess with endless suffering.
She was pretty sure that that was the she had always believed in, and she could never admit to mistake!
Their belief is suffering far more than their imagination, in fact it is the same, not to mention a god, even if a person withdraws his "life" from his body, what kind of pain will he suffer? ?
Their beliefs are excluding those messy beliefs, and she must do so for future changes and social changes in the future.
When the maidservant put two options in front of her, she chose without hesitation what she is doing now, so she will definitely stick to it.
Cornelia was crying silently, facing the idol, she slowly bent down and put her forehead on the ground.
"Thank you, thank you all the time..."
She has a lot of words she wants to say to her faith, but when the words blurt out, only one sentence remains.
Besides, she didn't know what she should say at this time.
After doing all this, Cornelia straightened her waist silently, looking up at the idol.
Yes, their faith is suffering from that kind of pain, and it is possible to share it for her.
It must be done-they must do it!
"...The decaying past always goes away, the new future has been waiting for a long time..."
"...The progress and development of the times are not the achievements of one person. The future is built by millions of people..."
Cornelia's voice became firmer, and as she continued to recite, the deeper the aversion to these nobles in her heart.
Yes, she hates them, and she always hates them!
Why bother to grab every property in the hands of civilians, why can't they develop territory, make civilians richer and make themselves richer?
Why do you want to bully civilians, they are not ‘slaves’!
Why should it be extravagant and extravagant to use these wealth to promote the development of territorial business?
why……
why……
why! ! !
From small to large ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Cornelia has countless questions in her mind, but she dare not ask the question, she can only hide these questions in her heart.
As an aristocrat, how can you "cunning" and make your life full of lies?
As a noble, how can you bully the weak?
As a nobleman, how can he be so greedy that he not only exploits civilians, but also does not perform his duties as a "nobleman" when they suffer?
Cornelia has always known that she is abnormal, and only exploiting civilians is ‘normal’...
Then, let her go ‘abnormal’ forever!
This is true from before to now. From now to the future, she does not need to become ‘normal’ again!