Father Kaman had some new questions and needed answers from the old man Hurd.

Watching Kaman disappear behind the curtain, Winters breathed a long sigh and fell tiredly on the camp bed, but accidentally touched the wounds in his eyes, and his left eye began to burst into tears again.

The sun sets westward, and the light cast from the skylight will no longer fall to the ground.

The tent seems to have become a cave where humans lived in ancient times, small, dark, isolated from the world, making people instinctively feel safe.

Winters lay in this small felt tent, staring at the changing clouds in the skylight, thinking silently.

As a frequent visitor to injury, Winters does not need a doctor and can estimate the time it takes to heal his eye injury:

The pain can be relieved in about one week; the bruises can be relieved in about two weeks; the self-esteem... has almost recovered.

Overall, being able to exchange pain, bruises and self-esteem for the confession of a certain priest is enough to be called a small victory.

If this opportunity can be taken to make the reform and religious society surface, it will undoubtedly be a big victory.

In order to hide a man, destroy the mouth of a whole monastery - the ruthless method of reforming the monastery has made Winters still like a thorn in his back.

Winters has always hated secret associations, because from the day he walked out of the ivory tower, boarded the Skua, and entered the vast world, none of the underground groups he came into contact with had done good deeds, and none of them had left a good impression on him.

Not to mention, as the defender and beneficiary of the orthodox social order, it is normal for him to dislike groups and associations that erode public power.

So instead of letting the Reforming Society continue to hide in the dark, when you think of the Reforming Society, Winters will drag the Reforming Society out of the shadow anyway.

It's nothing to be hit for this.

Even if Kaman wants to pursue the beauty of symmetry, he can smile and stretch his right half of his face to beat Kaman.

However, when it involves the wasteland, the tribes, and the Huds, the situation becomes complicated.

If everything is true as Kaman speculated that the Arianites have spread in the Great Wilderness for hundreds or even thousands of years, and there is a "church" that has survived to this day.

Then today's Hed people must have more or less mixed things from "to the First Church".

The evidence is that the Wenduoer in the palace tent not only showed general hostility towards foreign missionaries and "distant relatives" who converted to public religion, but some people showed full respect.

This means that not only do not regard the elderly as "other", they do not even have the idea of ​​"he may be the other", and naturally regard the elderly's belief as the same thing as the belief brought from the womb.

Of course, maybe...something...is a little different...

But it is still a kind of thing - after all, no matter how different it is, it will not be more "different" than the "different" between the tribes.

Winters meditated: "Although the current Hudders will undoubtedly be regarded as ‘pagans’, if a Hudder has unknowingly accepted some of the teachings, does it mean that he is naturally more likely to accept other teachings? Even formal conversion?

“Are you still hating each other even more because they are similar but not similar enough?

"If it continues to develop, will the Hurd Wasteland become the next northern border?"

Thinking of the possibility of the Hurd Wasteland becoming the next northern border, and thinking of the possibility of the entire Heard converting, a complex and strange emotion surged into Winters' heart.

Disgust, curiosity, confusion, indifference, surprise, indifference... all kinds of colors take turns to dominate.

Because the relationship between this matter is too important.

The seriousness of his entanglement with the Reform and Reform Commission is nothing worth mentioning compared to this major event that can affect the fate of millions of people.

But he also understood that the influence he could exert was very limited - at least for the time being.

He was clearly lying on a simple camp bed in a small felt tent, but he seemed to be in a big river.

Behind him, what rolled from the past was the Aliusian missionary.

In front of him, rolling towards the future was the soul of the Hedders who did not know where they would arrive.

People will always instinctively think that they are at the end of time and that all things in the world they see will always exist in the future.

Just as the ancient empires sip wine in the magnificent and gorgeous bathing palace, they believed that the empire would last forever like a bath pool built on a whole piece of granite under them.

But today we know that the wines of the ancient empires were poisonous, and the remains of the bathtub were still there, but the empire disappeared. One day, even the granite under the bathtub would weather and disintegrate, turning into dust.

Through repeated blows, Winters has gradually learned to look at the world with a dynamic perspective.

Today's enemies may become tomorrow's comrades; today's partners may become tomorrow's opponents; today's millennium city that is full of luxury and sings and dances may also turn into a sea of ​​fire on one day; today's Heds are "barbarians", "pagans", and people who are not regarded as "people" by some people. Perhaps one day, they will become part of the alliance, but they may never accept the alliance, nor will they be accepted by the alliance.

Just as they may continue to maintain their current faith, they may also convert to the whole tribe like the countries in the northern border.

But when that happens, people today may no longer be there.

But on the other hand, if people today cannot see it, it does not mean that it will definitely not happen in the future.

Winters shook his head and floated up from the long river of time.

He would not think about what happened after his death, and he would not think about the future where the Hurds would go.

He refocused his attention on the present, at this moment, and focused on thinking about the question of "what impact the existence of the Arianite corps may have on the new land of foreign land."

He found himself needed more information.

Because he is now like a commander who knows nothing about the enemy situation.

How much influence did the Arians faction have in the Hed tribes and the newly reclaimed land outside?

Has the Reform Society interfered with the Arianite sect?

If so, what is their purpose?

If not, what will the Church react after Carman reports the situation to the Cardinals?

The instinct of a soldier reminded him that he must collect more information, the more the better.

There may be a battle, or it may not be necessary, but only by reconnaissing more enemy situations can he win when the battle comes.

And he needs more help.

At this moment, Winters missed Monk Reed very much. If the old man was still there, he would definitely scold him with a smile, and then analyze the situation for him and give advice.

However, Monk Reed is no longer here, and when he thinks of this, Winters feels a little sad.

In contrast, Kaman...

Kaman!

When Winters thought of Kaman, he became furious.

"This guy Kaman!" Winters thought angrily: "I will always hide it and I will never say anything!"

Winters jumped up from the camp bed and prepared to find Kaman.

However, he thought for a while and then lay back.

"It's not dark yet, so it's not easy to see people." Winters gently rubbed his swollen eyes and thought to himself: "I'd better wait for Kaman to come back."

Just as Winters was preparing to "feel the beauty of symmetry", Pierre's voice came from outside the tent.
Chapter completed!