This adventurer is overly righteous.

"So, you just don't have any money..." Kroya tilted his head slightly, as if thinking, "and have been consistently in a budget deficit until now?"

Kroya naturally didn't believe this was the truth, but the fact that Candy could say such things in front of Kroya meant that this was all he knew.

Because of his natural talent, Kroya is quite capable as a priest, easily suppressing ordinary novice priests. After all, the "divine favor" on his stats is no joke.

"Summon the real pastor; I need to inquire about the situation..."

Kroya let Candi go, but then added that this matter couldn't be so easily dismissed for him.

At worst, I can go home and report it to my adoptive father...

"This is indeed our oversight all along." Just as Candy was in a dilemma, an old man appeared in their sight again. He had white hair and exuded an aura of authority. As if he had found a pillar of support, Candy leaned closer with shining eyes and whispered in his ear.

The old man nodded. He was wearing a formal priest's robe, which was of a higher quality in both workmanship and texture.

"I think your name is Kroya, isn't it?" the old man said slowly, examining Kroya closely.

With that kind of skin, that kind of hair, and at such a young age, to have achieved so much in the path of pastoralism, it could only be him.

"I know your father. He often boasts about you to us at gatherings. He says you are the pure white son of man, and your future achievements are limitless. I had only heard your name before, but now I see you for the first time."

"Welcome, Kroya. Your father is quite angry about your abrupt departure."

  

"I will go back." Kroya nodded, slightly politely. "To be honest, I don't care about the past; I only care about the present. Regarding helping the poor, is there really nothing we can do?"

"The god we believe in symbolizes justice."

Croa emphasized.

"Of course, no problem. It was an oversight on our part. Um, is there anything else?"

The old man answered quite decisively and crisply, which pleased Croya. What followed was a rather long exchange of pleasantries, mainly with the old man asking questions and Croya answering.

"There's no time to lose, Candy, get ready quickly."

"We also welcome your next visit, and perhaps you can join us for the next collective ritual..."

Finally, the old man left with Candy. Apart from Sundays when there was a collective service, the church was not crowded on other days. No one witnessed the conversation between Croya and the two pastors.

"How annoying."

Kroya frowned. He knew, of course, that the old man was lying to him. They must have done some shady things in the past, but Kroya knew there was no point in pursuing it further, so he didn't say anything more.

From the beginning, his goal was one thing: even if it was just for show, he had to at least help the poor.

God does exist in this world, but that doesn't mean that all priests are good people.

Although a pastor's power depends on God, even if a pastor violates doctrine, the power he receives from God will not dissipate. According to scripture, God is infinitely powerful and magnanimous; the power pastors receive from God is insignificant, and God is indifferent to it. Furthermore, God is benevolent and expects them to repent and return to the right path…

Kroya believes that gods truly exist, but that's only because he has a cheat code; in reality, very few people can sense the existence of gods like Kroya.

Over time, this has even given rise to mystical doctrines such as "God is not a real entity, but exists in our hearts." Although the church does not recognize this view, it does not prevent it from spreading widely among pastors.

So, does God really exist?

This question has always existed, and no one has been able to answer it. Even pastors with unwavering faith in theory sometimes begin to doubt it, ultimately leading them astray...

But Kroya wouldn't. He truly knew of the existence of God, otherwise those two lines of small print wouldn't have said, "The goddess you worship is pleased..."

So if I had to say, Kroya would be the most devout believer in the world.

.......

"priest...."

Candy lowered his head and spoke softly to the old man walking in front of him.

"Who exactly is this guy named Kroya?"

Why is there such a huge difference between him and himself, even though they are both trainee pastors?

"Candy, think about it, what if there were such a person?"

The old man, or as you might call him, Sanchez, turned to Candy and said.

"He was abandoned in the woods as a child, and was fortunate enough to be taken in by a pastor..."

"A month later, he learned to speak, so the pastor decided to teach him to read and write. Two months later, he was able to recite hymns to God on his own."

"He never cried or fought. The pastor also adopted other children, and when those children tried to stomp on ants, he would step in to stop them. When the children were fighting and arguing, he, despite being the youngest, became the leader and made all the children live in harmony..."

"By his sixth year, he had read all the scriptures required to become a trainee pastor, and he devoutly believed in the existence of God, regulating his words and actions according to church rules..."

"Candy, tell me, how would you describe someone like this?"

"Born...a saint?"

Candy said haltingly that such a performance was comparable to that of the saints of extraordinary birth described in the scriptures.

"That's right, that's Kroya."

A born saint, a pure white man, such a person has limitless potential if he is willing to devote himself to studying the path of pastoralism.

Now, for some reason, he has become an adventurer, leaving only a letter for his father saying that he will return in two years.

What's even more troublesome is that the other party is actually in White Stone Town, which will undoubtedly cause them some trouble.

"But he's still quite smart."

Sanchez muttered to himself.

In the past, such fanatics were usually quite stubborn, but Croya was much more shrewd. As long as he was unwilling to pursue the past, why not give him some face?

"Pastor..." Candy followed behind Sanchez, pondering for a long time before finally asking, "So why don't we have any money...?"

He didn't quite understand. He had never thought about this question before Croya asked him. He had always been studying various scriptures, and his knowledge of the church was only from other official pastors.

"We don't have much money because we pay relatively little tax."

Candy had always firmly believed in this statement.

"Yes, why is that?"

Sanchez did not answer, but gave Candy a meaningful look.

"Nobody knows, and you shouldn't ask around."

"Just keep it a secret. Promise me you'll keep it to yourself and forget about it. It's not a big deal. But you trainee pastors aren't qualified to deal with things like taxes yet. Asking around will only annoy people."

Sanchez patted Candy on the shoulder.

"Promise me."

"well..."