They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 169 The real black-hearted businessman

The priest's expression was distorted for a moment, but Riya was still full of doubts: "Why, are you not even giving me this chance to atone for my sins?
Or are you starting to resell indulgences, two hundred bucks each, and you won’t let me in if I don’t have the money... You are violating the rules! "

"No, no, no, kid, you misunderstood. We don't sell indulgences, and we don't charge extra fees. But it is recorded in the Rising Sun Bible that people who have lost their light do not need to enter the confessional. They cannot see everything in this world. It is the world. I owe you a confession."

"So you want to give me money?"

"There is no such rule - ahem, I mean, the confessional is an inert place. You should go to the hall and tell the archbishop what you want to confess, and he will purify your souls."

Riya still didn't quite understand what the church was doing. He stood there and refused to leave. In the end, the pastor gave him a handful of Swaar and persuaded him to leave.

Pastors are used to meeting all kinds of people in church.

He was even afraid that Riya would not be able to find the road and helped him find the direction. This undoubtedly made Riya realize the benefits of being a blind person.

They went to the hall. The bright stained glass windows reflected the sun's rays outside the windows to the thousands of gems on the top. The ground was so neat that it could reflect the reflections of those colorful colors. The interior of the whole building was extremely sacred and glorious.

The archbishop stood high, holding a thick book. Below him were some special people with physical ailments. They were listening to the big man singing about the sun and about suffering.

He said that the current sufferings are all tests brought by the sun to people. These people were all holy angels in their previous lives. The reason why they are suffering so much in this life is for cultivation. After they die, they will enjoy better bliss and return completely. The embrace of the sun.

“Children, none of this is your fault, you are greater than others, you are the sun’s best darlings, but no one likes suffering, and the Lord cannot bear to see you suffer.

So He told me to save you, He sent me.

Now put your external possessions into this box and let the sun purify your sins..."

Riya heard these words as soon as he got closer. He saw the gorgeously dressed archbishop holding a box for the disabled people to put money into the box. He immediately poked the floor twice with his cane in disdain.

"And he said you don't sell indulgences."

"This is not a penance, it is a purification."

The priest's words were extremely proud. He took Riya over and let him listen to the archbishop's speech with everyone, while he left on the grounds that he had other things to do.

Someone got up and went to pay the money, but Riya didn't move. When others asked him, he said he couldn't see it and didn't even know what the money looked like.

Those people can't really make things difficult for him and make him pay.

He was not the only one who was so motionless, but the other person was a man in a wheelchair. His legs were covered with a thick cotton jacket, which looked out of place in this still hot weather.

When he looked at Riya, he seemed a little surprised.

"You don't look poor."

"Who's talking?" Ria turned around and looked around. The man coughed twice, and the young man turned his head towards him.

"Listen young man, I went out without any money. Can you lend me some money to pay for the indulgence?"

"But they said they wouldn't sell indulgences."

"Aren't they all the same?"

The man patted his legs: "My legs and feet are not very good. I just taught myself to turn around twice before I was pushed to this place for no reason.

It’s true that I respect the sun, but I have no money. Could it be that people without money can’t even respect God? "

"..." Riya thought for a moment. If he were that god, he would definitely not want people with no money to come in contact with him.

But he considered himself a very kind person, so when faced with a stranger's loan, he still took out the paper and asked the other person how much he needed and when he would pay it back. "No, you really lent it to me. Aren't you afraid that I am a liar?"

"I think you should be more worried that I'm a loan shark."

"Hahaha, based on your words, you are definitely not one of those psychopaths who lend money. I will take these ten pieces."

This man did not hesitate to take Riya's money and pay the IQ tax. Then he introduced himself to Riya: "My name is Evander. I won't say my last name. It's too long and others can never remember it."

"Riya Kercha."

Riya shook hands with the other person and treated it as acquaintance. Evander was very curious about how Riya became blind, so Riya made up a story to fool him.

He didn't ask about the other person's leg, but Evander told everyone that his leg was broken to save someone, as if he was afraid that no one would know. There was a long and great story in it, but no one wanted to hear it.

Poor Evander was about to say something when a group of people shouted at him to shut up.

He rubbed his head in frustration.

"Does anyone really want to hear it?"

"I've told your story so many times. Every time I come to church, I hear you telling the story, and I always recite it——

In order to save your friends, you collided with the cursed steam monster and lost your legs forever. I have told you how many times that it was a car, not a monster. "

"That's a monster! Why is it running around the streets and eating people if it's not a monster?"

"Barbarian, you are such a barbarian! I can't believe you live now and not hundreds of years ago."

The group of people with incomplete bodies started to argue, but the archbishop had collected enough money and left the scene on the pretext of allowing everyone to debate freely.

Riya looked at his back, thoughtfully.

People around him were still arguing. When no one was paying attention, Riya quietly left here to follow the archbishop, and then watched him walk to a room and knock on the wooden door.

"Bang bang bang."

"Squeak--" The door opened from the inside. A hot woman with a plump figure and bold clothes stood in front of the door and looked around. After confirming that no one was there, she wrapped her hands around the archbishop like a snake, and leaned forward with her soft body.

The two kissed passionately.

Then entered the room.

Riya feels angry.

He never expected that these clergy would behave like this. There was a rotten core in the sacred and gorgeous palace, and there was a beautiful woman in the lofty archbishop's house.

It is not uncommon to deceive disabled people and collect their money to support their old sweethearts. It is even more reasonable now.

When he was in Wens Town, he had seen people arrest young children, whether boys or girls, and send them to the Pope's room. Even among the male and female ratios, boys were even more popular.

"It seems more appropriate to give them the title of black merchant."

In the presence of these people, Riya felt that it was ridiculous that she could appear so conscientious.

(End of this chapter)