Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"If the church has no binding force on people or on God, then what is its purpose in existing in this world?"

Believers pray directly to God, reducing red tape and tithe expenses. God directly redeems believers, ensuring true equality and fairness. So what is the true meaning of the church's existence?

Broca silently closed his eyes.

She already had the answer in her heart.

But this answer is undoubtedly blasphemous, a complete rebellion against her more than ten years of church life and theological education she received, a slander and insult to His Holiness the Pope, and a presumptuous statement that is enough to overturn the worldview of a priest and nun throughout their lives.

If this is the truth about the existence of the church, then what is the meaning of the efforts and sacrifices made by saints, sages, and pioneers who took it upon themselves to save the world from ancient times to the present?

If this is the truth, and if she were to confess and recount this truth to others here, then the mark of excommunication on her would truly be worthy of the title "prophet".

If this is the truth.....

Broca opened his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on Wayne's golden pupils, his lips clenched, his face showing barely suppressed reluctance.

So, what's your answer?

Wayne met the gaze, a mixture of questioning and pleading, without flinching.

He knew exactly what Broca was thinking.

She was questioning Wayne, asking if he had already thought of this answer, and if so, why make her say it? She wanted to give up answering; she wanted Wayne to tell her the answer so she could comfortably hypnotize herself into believing that she was still a dutiful Catholic, merely believing in heretical ideas, as if those "correct to wrong" thoughts in her mind did not originate from her own mind.

But Wayne was destined not to do as she wished.

What he needed was a responsible and courageous Martin Luther who could break down Lateran's arrogance and bring true morality and faith back to the world, not a follower who would play an insignificant pawn in this turbulent game.

So, what's your answer?

"..."

Broca's body trembled violently.

"Let me answer the first two questions for you."

Wayne said calmly,

No, no.

"The Church was once the link between the ignorant people and the wise God. It was composed of the earliest intellectuals on earth, who, with a sense of responsibility and a noble sense of duty, wanted to spread the seven virtues, such as gentleness, loyalty, and honesty, throughout the earth. They were of all ages, social status, and races, and worked together for the same goal. They were the earliest comrades."

"But what is the church like now?"

"Using the power to translate religious texts, they arbitrarily interpret the authors' will, using tithes and indulgences to leech off the people. The solemn ceremony of expressing respect to the unapproachable gods of Terra has been gradually distorted into a show of swearing loyalty to the church. As long as the coins clink, the soul can ascend to heaven? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life."

"Broca, do you know what the God the church talks about really is?"

Wayne asked.

"The creator who made this land?"

Broca murmured.

Wayne gave a disdainful smile:

“Your gods must be really hard to get along with.”

Anyone who has read historical records and legends knows what kind of ancient gods existed on earth. Protecting humanity?

They wished they could eradicate all the humans, these ants that were encroaching on their garden.

"The God the church speaks of has always been themselves. They are the pioneers of this land, the scholars who possess knowledge and spread it out for free, and the great men who possess the seven virtues and work for the well-being of the people."

Broca frowned and retorted, "You're talking nonsense. The God of the Church is God..."

Which church are you referring to?

Broca said, "The Lateran Catholic Church!"

Wayne smiled. "I was referring to the Anglican Church of Victoria."

"Then I'll ask you that question again. Answer me, Sister Broca, what do you think is the meaning of the Church's existence in this day and age, on this land?"

"Will you become a leech clinging to the people's backs, preaching salvation in the afterlife while draining their blood and sweat, or will you worship the 'gods' among humanity and lead them to goodness?"

“…” Broca lowered his head and took a deep breath.

"It's the second one."

"So what exactly is the church?"

Broca's eyes were no longer filled with confusion.

The existing church is corrupt; it looks down on the poor and bows and scrapes to the rich, regarding itself as a supreme divine authority, yet it always tries its best to crave worldly wealth and power.

Such a church is undoubtedly abnormal.

Regardless of whether the church originally originated as an organization led by intellectuals or as a temple built out of gratitude to a guardian deity, the church as it is today is undoubtedly abnormal.

The church is an organization that follows God's will and brings peace to all people. When its essence becomes distorted, every knowledgeable person in the church has the right and the obligation to remove the corruption.

No matter what method is used, whether it's internal reform or external pressure, it doesn't count as betraying God. Only turning a blind eye to corruption and distorting God's good intentions can be considered betraying one's original intention.

Broca closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with the determination that came with maturity.

She parted her lips slightly and uttered the most terrifying words in the most resolute tone.

"The church is a tool."

Wayne stood up with satisfaction, reached out, and grasped Broca's hand. The movement was swift; Vina, standing nearby, hadn't even reacted yet and could only pout in dissatisfaction.

"Congratulations on passing the test."

"You passed the test?"

Broca blinked, suddenly snapping out of his reverie, and asked:

"By the way, you two, who are you?"

Vina then stood up and subtly squeezed between Wayne and Broca, slapping Wayne's chest with her tail ball as she introduced herself:

“I am Vina Bruce, Queen of Victoria.”

"king?"

Broca's lips trembled slightly, and he fell into a daze.

Vina was quite pleased with her expression. Last time, when she secretly slipped out to visit an old friend in the slums, she proudly declared herself the queen, only to be met with a bunch of underlings looking at her like she was an idiot and a helpful underling's phone number for a mental hospital ambulance.

When Vina, furious, summoned the Royal Pirates at the palace, the first thing she did was make them run five laps around the Iron Palace to memorize the size of her territory!

After pausing and observing Broca's expression, she extended her hand, offering him an olive branch:

"Sister Broca, on behalf of the Victorian Royal Family, I now formally invite you to become the Patriarch of the Anglican Cult of Victoria. Would you be willing?"

"Ah...this, but..."

Broca was incoherent for a long time, seemingly still reeling from the overwhelming surprise.

You tell me, I, Broca, am just a down-on-my-luck nun who was recently excommunicated by the Catholic Church. How did I suddenly get invited to become the Patriarch of the Anglican Church?

"Doesn't this feel a bit like a pre-arranged decision?"

Vina waved her hand, her opinion of Broca rising even higher. Anyone else, faced with such a dramatic turn of events in their life, might have readily agreed. After all, this was the position of Pope. While the Anglican Church, under imperial authority, certainly didn't offer the same lucrative rewards as the Catholic Pope who established the Papal States of Lateran, it was still an astronomical sum for ordinary people.

Broca knew his place, showing respect for the imperial authority without being greedy for such a lucrative position. Just as Wayne said, he was a very worthwhile talent.

It's a bit of a pity that she's a girl, otherwise Vina could have felt at ease having her stay by Wayne's side.

However, Vina wasn't too worried. It's said that outstanding girls even have A-cup breasts, and Broca, as a member of Felin, clearly adhered to this standard. Combined with her somewhat timid face, she looked like a slightly larger-than-average legal loli.

There's absolutely no comparison between them and myself, in every aspect!

The threat is not significant.

"It's alright, the organization has already decided, it's you."

Vina patted her on the shoulder, and halfway through her sentence, she tapped Wayne on the waist with her tail ball. Wayne immediately chimed in:

"Yes, yes, the research has made a decision."

Damn, this conversation is dangerous; it feels like a gun is already pointed at my head!

Broca hesitated for a moment before answering:

"I'm sorry, this is a bit too sudden. Can I think about it? I'm not ready for anything."

"It's okay, I've prepared it for you."

As he spoke, Wayne handed Broca the incomplete version of the Ninety-Five Theses.

"How to complete it and how to use it are all up to you to decide. I trust you won't let me down."

Broca unfolded the parchment with a puzzled look and glanced at it. After a moment, he blinked his big eyes and looked up at the two smiling siblings. Suddenly, he had a feeling that he had been completely arranged for him.

But it doesn't matter anymore, she has already set her goal of reforming the church!

He bowed deeply to thank the two men, then looked curiously at Wayne and said:

"By the way, since Her Majesty the Queen is here, are you... one of the Queen's guards?"

Wayne shrugged. "I'm her..."

Before she could finish speaking, Vina interrupted:

"He's my brother!"

"Vina, mind your image!" Wayne reminded her, adding, "Your watch."

What difference does it make whether it's made or not?

Since Wayne hadn't pretended in front of Broca, and there were no outsiders present, Vina simply took Wayne's hand, intertwined their fingers, rested her head on Wayne's shoulder, and replied with a smile:

"Anyway, blood is thicker than water."

Broca tilted his head back slightly, stiffened his neck, and swallowed.

Hmm, I'm so envious.

My stomach was full, and then I bumped into something.

Chapter Thirty-Five: I will return, in a way that will surprise you all!