So I'm a sheep.

"It's not me helping you, it's the church helping you."

Zorn said earnestly, "The church helped you today, so when the church needs help someday, you should also lend a hand to the church."

"Helping the church fight?"

"No"

Zorn shook his head: "It's to help you fight your own war."

Volume 1: Chapter 20 - One Look and You're Sure to Get It

"Grandpa, I knew you were thirsty."

The little girl smiled as she watched the old man drink most of the warm water in one gulp: "I'm going to find Bishop Zorn now, goodbye."

"Ah, little girl, wait a minute."

"Ok?"

The old man waved to Sasha, signaling her to come closer.

Are you familiar with other men?

The man outside...

The little girl glanced at the black knight guarding the door and shook her head at the old man.

"That man is not a good person. Be careful, or he might sell you out."

The old man lowered his voice and said, "Bishop Zorn takes good care of our village. I only reminded you because I saw that you were quite familiar with the bishop."

The little girl blinked and asked softly, "Grandpa, do you know anything?"

"I don't know, but I'm an old man who can judge people very well. That man doesn't look like a good person at all."

"..."

The little girl nodded earnestly: "Grandpa, you can rest here, I'm leaving now."

"Oh"

As they stepped outside, the Black Knight naturally followed behind Sasha.

"My Lord, are you not participating in this sermon?"

“I have no experience in preaching, so let’s see how Bishop Zorn does it first.”

After waiting for a while, the Black Knight did not continue to speak, as if he had just asked casually.

'Should we chat with him for a bit?'

Perhaps it was psychological, but after being alone with the Black Knight, Sasha felt the atmosphere around her suddenly become oppressive.

"How do bishops usually preach to refugees?" the little girl broke the silence.

"The church's missionary model is very mature. In the early stages, it relies on food; in the middle stages, it relies on money; and in the later stages, it relies on missionaries."

The Black Knight was also an elder of the church, and he knew this system very well.

"The first batch of food aid was provided free of charge, intended to improve their goodwill towards the church."

"If you want it again later, you'll have to exchange it."

"Exchange? Do the refugees have money to exchange for food?"

"The church does not charge money, it only accepts faith."

The Black Knight said calmly, "For every person who can memorize the Church's commandments, we will receive an extra piece of black bread."

“If all the children can memorize it, the church can provide a loan without interest.”

"Whether it's bread or loans, they are both deadly temptations for refugees."

"When they successfully obtained the loan, the seed of faith had already been sown."

Seeing the little girl nod thoughtfully, the Black Knight continued, "The church will offer two repayment options: one is to repay the money directly after two years."

"Second, if every refugee can live in accordance with the church's precepts for the next year, the loan will not need to be repaid."

"My lord, if it were you, would you choose one or two?"

"I'll definitely choose option two, since that way I won't have to pay back the money."

"yes"

The Black Knight laughed: "Who wouldn't be happy to get money for free?"

“Once the second option is chosen, the church will take the opportunity to send missionaries to stay in refugee settlements for an extended period.”

"The reason is simple: missionaries are supervisors, and they are responsible for monitoring whether the refugees are actually following the church's precepts."

"A missionary isn't just a supervisor, is it?" the little girl asked.

"Yes, his most important task was to strengthen the refugees' faith in the goddess."

"Missionaries are ostensibly supervisors; wouldn't the refugees reject such people?"

“A fair and impartial supervisor is certainly not popular, but if the supervisor has deep sympathy for refugees and is willing to ‘turn a blind eye’... the refugees would welcome him more than ever.”

"Oh, I see," Sasha said, suddenly understanding.

"Thanks for telling me so much."

"You're too kind," the Black Knight replied with a smile.

"..."

The little girl's smile froze. In the realm of faith, the Black Knight's faith line, which was as thick as a chopstick, suddenly thinned a little!

No, that can't be.

I only asked about preaching, and the girl seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with the Black Knight, so how did that shake her faith?

"Did I say something wrong just now?" the little girl couldn't help but ask.

"My lord, what makes you say that?"

The Black Knight looked at Sasha with surprise: "Your speech was proper and there was nothing out of line."

"Hmm, I'm asking all sorts of questions, isn't that a bit annoying?"

"My Lord, it was a pleasure chatting with you."

The Black Knight said solemnly, "Everyone in the church trusts me, but I am, after all, the Punisher, and no one usually takes the initiative to chat with me."

“My colleagues are all eccentric. Talking to them is not only unpleasant, but it also makes me feel more empty inside.”

"I usually only get to chat with the priest for a short while during my precious time of confession."

"My esteemed messenger, thank you so much for today!"

The Black Knight looked sincere, as if his words came from the bottom of his heart.

Can......

'You managed to veer off onto a shallow discussion about faith during a pleasant chat? You definitely have something wrong with yourself!'

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"Sasha, do you understand the general process of preaching?"

When they returned to church that evening, Leonard asked the little girl about her day.

"Yes, in the early stages we relied on food, in the middle stages on loans, and in the later stages on missionaries."

"Zorn told you everything?" Leonard asked, somewhat surprised.

“Teacher, this is what the Black Knight told me.”

The little girl asked curiously, "From what you're saying, it seems that Bishop Zorn wouldn't tell me these things?"

"He won't tell you everything at once. Ah, don't get me wrong, Zorn doesn't have a problem with you."

Leonard explained, "Zorn always does it that way: one phase ends before the next one begins."

"If you ask him about preaching, he'll only talk about the precautions beforehand. It's not that he's unwilling to teach you, but he thinks that saying too much will make you aim too high."

"Well, Bishop Zorn is a down-to-earth person, but he's a bit rigid."

"Sometimes he tries to be more tactful, but... hahaha."

Leonard laughed: "The more deliberately he does this, the more suspicious he seems, as if he's plotting something in the dark."

"Uh"

The little girl couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, Bishop Zorn had given her a 'suspicious' feeling today.

"Teacher, Bishop Zorn, can he be trusted?"

"Can be trusted."

Leonard said without hesitation, "Even if the Black Knight betrays us one day, Zorn will not betray us."

“Sasha, you are my disciple, Zorn will not have any ill intentions towards you.”

"In normal times, you might as well get closer to him."

Volume 1: Chapter 21 Grinding Reputation

"Teacher, the Black Knight seems to really enjoy chatting with other people?"

"Well, after all, he's the kind of man who would 'waste' his precious time for repentance on chatting."

“I’ve spoken with the Black Knight twice, and he seems like a normal person, but this is just too strange.”

The little girl frowned: "Don't forget, he is a unique artifact wielder who can manipulate two top-tier magical artifacts."

"What does Zorn think of the Black Knight?" Leonard suddenly asked.

He said the Black Knight was in darkness, but his heart yearned for the light.

"Teacher...you instructed Bishop Zorn to tell me this, right?"

Looking back now, it seems that Bishop Zorn deliberately steered the conversation toward the Black Knight.