"Dong~dong~dong~"

The broken church bell pushed the time back little by little. In Fisher's dream, in the scene that was not interfered by Ervind and Valentina, the nun in black pulled

The stinky little Fisher behind her walked all the way to the door of the mission school. Only when there were no other children around could be seen, the nun pulled the little Fisher behind her to her.

"Fisher Benavidez, you've gotten into trouble again, haven't you?"

Little Fisher turned his head and looked in another direction. The stubborn look of not speaking made Mother Teresa a little angry, but she didn't say anything more to hurt Little Fisher in front of her, and just gently stretched out her hand to hold the little Fisher in front of her.

He turned his away face little by little to look at himself, and then asked,

"Tell me, what happened just now, and why did Father Carla of the cathedral fall to the ground in anger?"

Little Fisher looked at Mother Teresa in front of him, gently opened her hand, then sat next to her and said,

"That guy was a pervert. He always hugged Leal and wanted to reach into his clothes, but I found him. I saw a ring on his ring finger, and there was dog hair on his church robe. I guessed

He has a wife and children at home. And there are no traces of practicing magic on his body. He should belong to the church administrators and be under the control of the Order. I threatened him to tell his family and the Order about his harassment of Leer, unless

He gave me and Lier 100,000 Narios each, and then he was so angry."

Mother Teresa stared blankly at little Fisher, who was holding her chin and opening her mouth, stretched out her finger and tapped his head, and shouted,

"Okay, you dare to blackmail our superior, where is the 100,000 Narios?"

"It's all the fault of Father Lyman and you. If you hadn't come here, I would have lost all the money."

Little Fisher rolled his eyes at Mother Teresa in front of him, then curled his lips and muttered something in a low voice, but he did not dare to say it too loudly, because he was afraid that Mother Teresa would let him copy the meaningless creation of the world again.

through.

Mother Teresa looked at little Fisher, who was only six years old but already elusive, and sighed and said,

"Then what do you need so much money for? Two hundred thousand Narios, that's three years of subsidies for our school. You little brat, you really dare to knock a bamboo pole."

"Well, I plan to repair the bell tower that I damaged first, and then repair the school building. I want to save the remaining money in the bank or invest in those bishops who can make a lot of money by eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

Not to mention those bosses and New Party MPs who are keen on business and development, the amount allocated by the Golden Palace for the Shivali War has also been embezzled a lot."

Fisher tapped his cheek with his fingers, turned his head and looked at Mother Teresa in front of him seriously, and said,

"It's better to earn more than you doing silly services, witnessing weddings and writing prayers for others. You can only get a few dozen euros at most for being so tired. You have to memorize those prayers and prepare the wedding testimony every night."

It’s very late. You are too stupid. If you could make a fortune in this way, the textile workers on Newt Street next door who work in the textile factory for a week and only come back one day would have become billionaires long ago.”

Teresa held her chin, looked at little Fisher who was analyzing seriously in front of her, and suddenly said,

"Actually, Fisher, you look down on us, right?"

Fisher looked at Mother Teresa with a smile in front of him. The excitement of the previous idea also faded a little. He shook his head and said,

"I didn't look down on you."

"Does that mean you look down on everyone except me?"

"A little bit."

"Okay, you really dare to say that, you brat!"

"Ugh, let me go! Teresa ugh!"

Theresa suddenly reached out and hugged the head of the little Fisher in front of her, hugged him in her arms, and then patted his forehead with her hand, but the force was not very strong.

Little Fisher thought he was going to be punished again, but Mother Teresa did not continue to beat him. Instead, she covered his eyes with her hands and looked up at the senior priest who came to inspect because of the church being beaten by a little boy.

The kid was so angry that he was delirious and the inside of the school was extremely chaotic. He suddenly laughed softly,

"In Fisher's eyes, this world is ridiculous, right? What you, a brat, hate the most is the church classics I teach you. You secretly tell other children that all church stuff is a lie.

Or not?"

Little Fisher pouted and whispered,

"Anyway, it wasn't my fault that they didn't memorize the scriptures later on. I did."

"So, this is the reason why you look down on everyone else because of their ignorance. Father Lyman is the priest in charge of the school but secretly likes to drink. The bishop above who looks holy actually does dirty things, even those who appear to be...

Corrupt congressmen are also making a lot of money. These are the kinds of ignorance that make you look down on them, aren't they?"

Mother Teresa released her hand covering little Fisher. She did not look at little Fisher, but just looked at the sky.

"I won't tell you the story of the Mother Goddess today. Let's talk about the math book you've been reading recently, Fisher. In your eyes, who are the good people?"

"You, um, Lear, and little Annie, Gacerdo, maybe Father Lyman? And Aunt Gray who sells candy across from the school. She used to give free snacks to the children in the school, and"

Little Fisher thought about it with his fingers, and finally counted a few people who could be called "good people". Calculating carefully, it was not too many, but because of his lack of understanding, he only named about ten people, but

Mother Teresa laughed, seemingly surprised.

"Is that so much? I thought I was the only good person in your eyes. Then, if only one tenth of us in a church school with more than a hundred people can be regarded as a good person, then how many of the entire human race can be regarded as good people?

How many good people are there? And, are you sure these people you are talking about must be good people? When Aunt Gray was young, she defrauded her ex-husband of all his money and then fled to Saint-Nali, so she can be considered a good person.

?"

"What if I say that she did this because her ex-husband wanted to sell her daughter? What if I say that after she came to Saint-Nali, she forced her daughter to marry a man older than her?

As for the many wealthy businessmen, do you think she is a good person?"

Mother Teresa lowered her head, smiled and raised a finger at Fisher,

"This question seems a bit too difficult to consider and cannot be answered at once. So how about quantifying this question? This is the number one. If this 'one' represents absolute kindness and intelligence, and it corresponds to

The 'zero' is absolutely bad and ignorant. What do you think we have to do to achieve this 'one'?"

Fisher in her arms was thinking quietly, and Theresa, who raised a finger, also retracted her hand at this moment and started thinking with him, but as time passed by, she

His expression became more and more distressed,

"Ah, then what kind of guy is the person represented by 'one'? Little Fisher, you are very smart, so do you think you can become this 'one'? If you can't, then who do you think

Can you become this 'one'?"

"Unfortunately, each of us looks at the world in a different way, and has different criteria for judging this so-called 'one', but we can never construct such a perfect existence in reality; or, in other words,

If there really is such a perfect person in this world, it will definitely not be a human being, because even gods can make big mistakes, let alone us who are far inferior to gods."

Little Fisher, who was in Mother Teresa's arms, buried his face in Mother Teresa's arms with some pain in his head. An indistinct voice came from there,

"Well, it sounds like it's too difficult to make everyone smart. I'm tired. Just destroy it, but Teresa, just don't destroy it."

Mother Teresa lifted up little Fisher's face buried in her arms with her backhand, looked at him and said,

"Do you still remember the story I read to you when you were a child, about humans hunting dragons?"

"The Mother Goddess made human beings go through painful trials in the mortal world. One day, a giant dragon came in front of human beings. Seeing how they suffered and restrained themselves, she tempted them to give them her dragon's blood, making them give up human rights.

Identity, gain absolute rationality and strength, so that there will be no ignorance and fragility."

"At this time, a great sage of mankind came out and said to the dragon, 'Although you are right, dragon, if we do this, can we still be called human beings? Can we still be called human beings?'

Called the child of the Mother Goddess?' So, the rejected dragon became angry and wanted to destroy all humans, but unexpectedly the Mother Goddess threw a huge spear from the sky and killed the dragon."

Fisher curled his lips, looked at Mother Teresa and said speechlessly,

"This must be a made-up story, right?"

"Hmm, I know. But the truth here is obvious and easy to see, isn't it, little Fisher?"

Teresa's blond hair fell down a little bit along her nun's uniform. She slowly extended her fist to the little Fisher in front of her and said with a smile,

"For human beings, there is no once-and-for-all truth, nor does perfection that reaches the sky in one step. Human beings are imperfect beings, and wise men need to lead such imperfect beings to continuously move closer to the perfect 'one'"

"Little Fisher has such extraordinary talents, and he will definitely be ahead of everyone. Ignorant people will call you 'rebellious', and those who don't believe in you will call you 'dead enemy', but you can't see the right things in front of you." The road will be like a bewitching dragon."

The fist she placed in front of Fisher didn't move at all. The ripples of the dream spread little by little, but seemed to leave a deep trace in the heart of young Fisher. She just said,

"Even though the Mother Goddess may not exist, your perseverance as a human being has always been hidden in your heart. That is the real spear that kills the bewitching dragon. It is a weapon unique to us who are weak. So, today you face the bad guys What you did was right, how could I punish you?"

"Okay, okay, let's go back secretly, lest Father Lyman catches us and want to eat something for dinner. I'll prepare it for you. By the way, it seems that Father Lyman recently bought some books about magic, specially for you. I prepared it. It is a work written by the great magician Mr. Hailsson. You will have to thank Father Lyman properly afterwards."

Teresa led little Fisher's figure farther and farther away, until the beautiful illusion overwhelmed her back and could no longer be seen. Only the intermittent ringing of the broken bell continued.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the same moment, as the bell in the dream rang again, it interrupted the tenderness of Valentina who had turned into a phoenix and Fisher in her arms, because they were now facing an extremely powerful enemy. .

"Fisher, are you okay? Sorry, I just saw the Phoenix's base. They gave me their bloodline, so I'm a little late."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are safe"

Fisher sat up from Valentina's arms. He first took a look at Erwind, who recovered quickly after being hit by Valentina. He roughly calculated Valentina's current condition. Soul strength, her soul has completely transformed into the appearance of a phoenix. Judging from the attack speed just now, it should be at the twelfth or third level. However, such an attack is still as ineffective for Erwind as scratching an itch.

No wonder even Eliog brought the death rune to deal with him, but this was the gap in the dream, and the death rune could not be brought in. Fisher wanted to construct it but was afraid that his brain would explode.

Fisher was silent for a second, turning his head to look at the back of Mother Teresa holding her young self further and further away. It was not until the door of the mission school was completely closed that he again focused on Earl in front of him. On Wen De,

"Valentina, I need some time now. The magic of the fourteenth ring is not enough to kill him. I need more powerful magic."

"Hey, when your current condition is very bad, why don't you do it again?"

Valentina spread her wings to give him space to make a fighting stance, but she obviously also noticed that Fisher's soul state was not good at this time, so she reminded him like this.
To be continued...