Not counting Anne who escaped on the way, there were fourteen true believers, eight men, five women, and one dwarf boy.

Chen Yin squatted in another cell quietly, as if to avoid collusion between the prison rooms, the prison room where the people were kept was empty was several empty cells.

There were seven men inside, and the dull light fell at their feet. They were ragged and thin, with either firmness or panic.

"I am a clerk, come to register for you." Chen Yin said.

The man with shaved monk's head walked to the prison door.

"You're the leader?"

"I'm literate," said the monk, and raised his hand and pointed to the prisoners sitting everywhere in the cell. "We are all the gods of Father Christopher."

"Okay, register your name first," Chen Yin put the linen paper on the ground and unscrewed the ink bottle. "What's your name? Where are you?"

"Milu Allens, from the Holy Land."

"Silver Cana?" The holy place is called Silver Cana.

"Yes." The monk gave a positive answer.

Then, Chen Yin wrote down his information one by one, the guilt was one by one, and wrote down the blasphemy as usual.

"We have never slandered the false god, nor have the priests." The monk argued calmly: "He just hopes that man can ascend to heaven."

"I just need to register."

"I just tell the truth," said the monk.

Chen Yin said: "Help me call the next one over here."

Then the monk called another prisoner over, who looked up and down with sad and cowardly eyes.

"Monster, we are really going to be stolen?!" He trembled and jumped up and down in his Adam's apple in panic.

The monk nodded and said, "...If we really die here, there will be angels who will take us back. The priest did nothing wrong, and neither did we."

"Oh, for the priest." The man with a concave cheek murmured, turning to look at Chen Yin, "Can you please write me your name for me? I'll try to remember that the queen of heaven can take care of him."

Chen Yin nodded silently.

"Miha Yiner, his name is Miha Yiner."

Chen Yin followed his words and wrote them all over the paper in Zhen Awen.

The man stared at it several times, carefully rubbing the lines with his dry fingers.

"And you?"

"Me? I don't matter."

"I want to register your name."

The man was stunned afterwards and said, "Like the priest, Christopher, like the priest, he gave me my name."

"Go back." said the monk.

With the cooperation of the monks, Chen Yin registered their names and regions one by one, briefly described their figures, unified them on the crimes, and wrote down the blasphemy.

As they said, they were all the priests who taught their children, and they were all given names by priests. They were baptized by him when they were children.

A few meters away, the third and last cell were locked in the third and dwarf boys. Chen Yin squatted down as if he had been before. Before he could speak, a seventeen-year-old girl came up.

She asked, "Dear Mr. Clerk, can you write a letter for me?"

"Write a letter?"

"Yes, I am a nun in the monastery and a painter. I hope you can write a letter to my younger brother." She paused, and Chen Yin glanced at her eyes that were red, obviously she had cried.

Not only her, there was still a slight sob inside.

"Okay, please register for you first. What is your name?"

"Alina, I only teach the name." She said.

"A good name, just like your behavior." Chen Yin said.

Her name means "noble".

"Thank you for your praise, may my Lord protect you," Elina paused and added cleverly: "I don't think you are a pagan, you can speak Khee."

Chen Yin nodded, "I will speak Awen too."

He immediately asked again, "What are you going to write? I can write it for you now."

"Thank you, then now." She smiled calmly.

Chen Yin took out a knife and sharpened the quill, dipped it ink, spread a brand new piece of linen paper, indicating that Alina could start.

"Dear Boulder,"

She got stuck.

Chen Yin looked up and saw her lips trembling, but she couldn't spit out a word.

After a long time, she finally said, "The holy land is not short of oil paint. I settled down and finally saw Father Christopher again, you and my godfather. After arriving there, I wanted a quiet environment to draw. The people in the monastery were very good, and I had a guest room to make a studio for me..."

She said in a nagging manner, saying something wrong, and then apologized for a while before continuing.

"I went out to collect folk songs that day, and it was the street I mentioned to you. An old man passed away. He sat there quietly. His family didn't find out until the evening. They were a poor family and could not even prepare coffins, just like we used to."

Speaking of this, Chen Yin realized that she was talking about the mass.

"He passed away silently on the street without any warning. The priest accidentally saw it, so he stood at the door from afar and recited scriptures silently for a day. Later, the family was too poor and came to the priest, just like us before."

Alina told all this long and peacefully, and at the end of the letter, she left a passage for her younger brother.

"In my short life, many things are very short. I have painted stars, silent mountains, fairies in the lake that shed tears, religious paintings of saints shed tears... They are all too short. So later I tried to paint eternal death. Therefore, there were many strange problems.

I still remember that when I was young, I told the priest that everything would die, and even our Lord would eventually die, completely gone, and never be there.

This stumped the priest, and I asked a profound question, look, I will always be smarter than you.

Later, the priest said to me:

‘You are still alive, loved by everyone,

How can you say that God is not here?’

I've painted a lot of things that have passed...

Now it's my turn to die,

May you marry a good girl.”

After saying this for a long time, Alina smiled strongly at herself with tears in her eyes.

Chen Yin could only tell her that she would send it for her.

"Thank you, I hope the master will take care of you." She said.

Chen Yin asked her to let others come too.

Alina greeted the dwarf boy first.

"Hello, sir." The dwarf boy greeted him politely.

Chen Yin couldn't see it from his eyebrows and was afraid.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of fire...punishment?" The dwarf boy said the difficult word with difficulty, then raised his chest, "I'm not afraid."

"Why?" Chen Yin glanced at the cell, and no woman came to take care of the boy, "Where is your parents?"

"Dead." said the dwarf boy.

Through the prison door, Alina approached Chen Yin and said, "His parents died in battle to protect the holy land very early."

Chen Yin nodded, so did his uncle.

"They are angels." The dwarf boy added.

"Is it an angel?"

The dwarf nodded and showed off: "I used to have an unborn sister. My mother couldn't give birth to it, and I couldn't see her. Then my father told me that she was an angel and had already flew away."

Chen Yin remained silent.

In an era of underdeveloped medicine, it is not uncommon to have difficulty delivery. If a baby dies from labor, the people around him will comfort his parents. The child is an angel and flew away as soon as he is born.

Did this child compare his parents with his sister?

"I can be an angel, too." said the dwarf boy seriously.

Chen Yin no longer asked anything else. Through Alina, he silently recorded the name of the dwarf boy, his origin, and his crime was the same.

It was almost dusk, and Chen Yin accidentally caught a glimpse of the sky through the window.

In the late autumn, the dark blue sky, the orange-like cotton clouds are so beautiful, as if a child has wings and flies into the sky and paints them with crayons.

winter.

The church bell rang, the solemn and treacherous bell.

Under the rule of paganism, the clock that could not be repaired for a long time.

Wow.

Turn around in a hurry.

Chen Yin saw the true believers, and they knelt on the ground one by one, kissing the pendant of the holy statue on their necks, gently closing their eyes, and their faces were filled with tranquility.

“We are all children of the Lord, and every birth is like being left behind by the Lord.

Because we are the children of the Lord,

So leave it in front and save it in the back..."

In the prayer that was in unison, their thin bodies and something burst out with life.

That is faith.
Chapter completed!