Early in the morning, when Hedwig saw a strange girl in his house, the surprise on his face could not be hidden.

"She is the child of a prisoner and escaped from there." Chen Yin and she said completely about what happened last night.

"A child of such a young age will also be..." Hedwig couldn't help but feel sad and angry, "My Lord is above."

"Hello sister, I hope you will be protected."

Anne looked at Hedwig with her head half raised. This sister didn't look real. She was like a phantom and aroused Anne's curiosity. She wanted to stretch out her hands, but her hands were still resting behind her.

"Anne, your name is Anne, right? I'm Hedwig Pune," Hedwig squatted down and asked worriedly: "What are you going to do in the future? Do you want to stay in our house?"

Anne shook her head: "I really want to stay in your house, but my mother asked me to go to the church in the town, find the priest there, bring this little icon to him, and then follow his arrangements."

As she said that, she took out a small silver statue the size of her thumb from her pocket.

Looking for the priests in the town... Chen Yin and Hedwich looked at each other. They were both true believers and would not know the priests. Chen Yin also went to see the Mass on weekdays and was also familiar with Father Manuel. He was not a Kishi, but from the Dancecheer Empire. He presided over the church for more than 20 years and was serious on weekdays, and even could not tolerate the children restless during the Mass.

He was also a doctor for the True Cultists, and from time to time he could see him go to the villages and towns under the Barons to practice medical sermons.

"You are looking for Father Manuel, I can take you there." Chen Yin said.

Anne nodded, curled her lips and smiled at them, offering her blessings in a very well-educated manner.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of early prayer, Chen Yin led Anne out, and she wrapped a square turban on her head. Although the turban is often worn by married women, it is not uncommon for children, and children, especially girls, to pray, are also regarded as a symbol of piety.

In the backyard of the church, I watched Anne be led by a monk to the priest.

Chen Yin saw Manuel staring at the small silver statue in her hand, constantly accusing the gods of guilt.

Then, Manuel turned around and said to Chen Yin: "Thank you, bring my sister's child here. Thank you, my Lord and the Gods will bless you."

He said, pinching his fingers and performing the round-robin ceremony.

After Chen Yin returned the gift, he saw Annie wave goodbye to her.

He smiled, waved his hand, and turned around and left.

Going to prison...

Walking out of the church, Chen Yin sighed.

Those true believers will be escorted here soon.

Chen Yin rushed to the prison in the town early.

"The inmates will be taken here in the afternoon." Outside the narrow aisle, the late chief financial officer explained to him, "A group of true believers... all you have to do is to record their names, including height, gender, crime, region, etc. Remember, one copy of each of the two languages."

The chief financial officer pointed to a prison guard and said, "Xisen is an old man here. You can ask him wherever he is and where he puts it."

The pagan named Xisen smiled friendlyly at Chen Yin.

Sitting in the warden's room made of bricks and stones, Chen Yin couldn't help but feel mixed emotions when he thought that he was released from prison not long ago.

"Xisen, where is the ink and the linen paper for registration?" Chen Yin asked.

"The document, in the second row behind you, there are red and black ink, quill pens and reed pens. In the lattice above it is the paper for registering prisoners and the boxes next to the cabinet. You usually don't have to worry about it. It is a document issued by the territory court."

Xisen introduced in an orderly manner that Chen Yin took out half of the red and black ink from the cabinet. The former is made of a mixture of mahogany chips, vinegar and gum, while the latter is mixed with charcoal and gum.

Chen Yin looked through the previous prisoner registration form. The so-called linen paper used for registration actually did not have standard markings or boxes on it. The blank paper surface was just that the back of the paper was yellower than ordinary paper.

"The name is at the top, then the gender, region, height is arranged in a row, and then the crimes are listed below... Well, I probably understand." Chen Yin compared with the two registration forms.

"In addition to these documents, I have to talk about the rules of prison." Xisen coughed.

Chen Yin listened with stern eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Xisen began to tell the customary rules in prison. Prison jailers had to patrol the cell once before curfew, and count once. In the morning, the rooster crowed and inspected again. The same counted. When there were not many prisoners, people would not be arranged to watch the night, but obviously they were not listed in the past few days, so two people would be left to watch every night. The warden was not here, so the old man arranged it... These were not recorded clearly, but were passed down by word of mouth.

"I have to say something, the clerk," Xisen was not dissatisfied with the true church. "If you see other prisoners taking something from the prisoner, just tell me, and don't remember it on the paper."

Chen Yin suddenly realized that the meaning of this sentence was to hide it from him. He also knew the tactfulness and nodded slightly.

Xisen breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The work went smoothly. May God protect you, the documentary, and I will take you to see the prison."

After Xisen led Chen Yin to see the prison, he introduced the prisoners one by one to him. Chen Yin turned around and sorted out the documents, figured out the classification, looked up at the window, and it was afternoon.

There was a noise outside the prison, and Chen Yin hurried out and closed his sleeves.

As soon as he left the prison, he saw a group of ragged prisoners tied up with their hands, including men and women, with sad and sad faces, thin figures, and leading the way was a white-haired old man. He had the only thin monk robe on his body, with a slightly bowed waist and a quiet expression.

Several pagans were begging behind, arguing about something in Avenida.

"That girl ran away, how do you think of the custody?" the captain of the guard scolded.

"I treated my children well as I asked, and tied my hands with a thin rope," the scolded guard said fiercely: "Who knew that the little ghost raised by pigs cut the rope on his hand."

Xisen, who was in contact with them, looked helpless. He just wanted to get things done quickly and said, "Take these people in first, and I will report the girl to the higher authorities to find a way, hurry up, otherwise I will not be able to register before the curfew."

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Those true believers will be stolen.

Xisen told Chen Yin exactly about this.

Although he was mentally prepared, Chen Yin was still shocked.

"This matter will spread throughout the streets and alleys," he said.

"It's all the fault of the priest. Even the pagans, I wish their souls rest in the fire." Xisen shrugged, "It's almost time, go and register quickly, the crimes are all blasphemy."

Nodded, Chen Yin picked up the ink bottle and the quill.

Pushing the wooden door of the corridor, Xisen and another prison guard were guarding outside. The narrow aisle and the iron fence were separated by the gray walls. The small hanging windows were shining with the afternoon light, thin and faint, and the cell was too dark, so Chen Yin almost missed the prisoner in the first cell.

"Hello, may my Lord bless you." A calm and gentle voice sounded in the cell.

Hearing the sound, Chen Yin turned his head and sat inside the old man in a monk's robe, where he was locked up alone.

"I am a clerk, and I wish you blessings."

"Are you here to register us prisoners?" the old man asked kindly.

"Yes, you are..." Chen Yin hesitated for a moment and speculated: "Father Christopher?"

Chen Yin squatted down, unscrewed the ink bottle, and dipped the tip of the pen into ink.

"Yes, I'm Christopher, a civilian, and I don't have a last name."

Christopher explained that he seemed to have some understanding of this and told him very well about his background, height, etc., and his brief life.

When Chen Yin's brushstrokes fell into guilt, Christopher stopped his voice.

"Mr. Wenshu, I have never blasphemed." Christopher said as Chen Yin finished typing the last word.

"I wrote as I asked, Father."

Chen Yin raised his head and found Christopher staring at him calmly.

"I understand you, Mr. Clerk, may my Lord bless you."

It seemed as if the words just said were just to inform, not to justify.

"I will do my best to save everyone as my Lord said." Christopher smoothed the monk's robe, "Only she knows how much I love her."
Chapter completed!