At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier.

Chapter 22 Two nuns, please call me Father now.
Luo Sheng placed the Eye of God on his forehead, and the information was transmitted to his mind.

The information is limited, but it is a record of the lives of six people from childhood to adulthood.

Of course, this information is not exhaustive; it's just the information they left behind online.

"Oh, Buyer, did you do this on purpose or by accident? These six people have all crossed paths with each other," Los Saint joked.

"No, people with similar souls are always drawn to each other and their paths often cross during certain special periods," came the message from the Eye of God.

“That’s true. Birds of a feather flock together,” Luo Sheng smiled.

These six people didn't have any extraordinary experiences; they were just ordinary people, but their ordinariness shone with the brilliance of the beautiful side of humanity.

Luo Sheng recalled Tao Jing, whom he had met before. These six people were similar to Tao Jing, but their backgrounds and experiences were completely different.

It's actually quite normal for them to have some overlap. Although this is the capital city of Wales, its actual permanent population is only 30, which is about the size of a county in China.

“Joan of Arc, Artoria, I have assigned you the identities of Catholic nuns, and I am a priest. Now, let’s put on the ‘Suda’.” Los Saint looked at the two people following closely beside him.

'Suda' was a general term for the clothing of clergy, but later became the specific term for priests' robes.

A priest is the highest-ranking clergy member in charge of a missionary city district. In rural towns with a population of a few thousand, there is usually only one priest and a few nuns, while towns with a population of over 100,000 have multiple priests.

Of course, that was the situation in the missionary district. Britain was the stronghold of Protestantism, and Catholicism was a marginal group. There was only one Catholic church in the entire Cardiff, and it had no priests.

The three major Christian religions, while not exactly hostile to each other, certainly don't like each other and would roll their eyes at each other if they bumped into each other on the street.

His current identity is that of a priest sent from the Vatican to Cardiff. Above a priest is a 'bishop', who is responsible for missionary work in a city.

Above the bishop are diocesan bishops, archbishops, metropolitan bishops, and patriarchs (cardinals).

After each pope dies, all bishops and cardinals must go to the Vatican for a secret election, and the person elected becomes the next pope.

"Master, we didn't bring our priestly robes," Jeanne asked疑惑地. "Should we go to a tailor shop now to have them made?"

“In your god’s eyes,” Luo Sheng said with a laugh, “you’ve forgotten that after changing your identity, all the necessary identification documents will appear.”

He still doesn't understand how those things appeared out of thin air after his identity information was changed; there's definitely some 'causality' involved.

Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria quickly reached for the Eye of God at their waists. Although they were Heroic Spirits, they could also use the Eye of God, but it was of little help to them; the greatest help was the cubic meter of personal space.

She held in her hands a black and white nun's habit and headscarf, along with an identity document signed by a Vatican archbishop and a stack of the largest denomination pounds.

The three of them went to the nearest public restroom to change their clothes. The restroom cost them thirty pounds, ten pounds per person, which was outrageously expensive, considering that an average person earns at most seventy or eighty pounds a day.

Two beautiful blonde nuns came out. Joan of Arc had a gentle expression, while Artoria blushed slightly and felt a little awkward. This was the first time she had worn women's clothes since becoming queen, especially nun's clothes. Even at 'home', she only wore jeans and a short-sleeved top.

"Master... I feel a little awkward," Artoria said hesitantly, a hint of fear creeping into her usually sharp and decisive eyes.

“Really? I just feel like the clothes are a little small.” Jeanne pulled at her shoulder scarf, the white inner robe highlighting her bust. “This is also my first time wearing a nun’s habit.”

"Hmm, not bad at all. How do I look in this outfit?" Luo Sheng said with a smile, holding a black Bible in his hands.

Jeanne d'Arc was somewhat surprised: "Hmm, Master is very kind, but... Master doesn't mind?"

"What do you mind?" Jeanne d'Arc said softly, "My Master is a god, and he is a priest in the Catholic Church..." That was enough; to say any more would be offensive to the gods.

Los Saint said nonchalantly, "Oh, I don't mind. After all, there's no God or Jesus in this world, and it's just a set of clothes and a temporary identity. How could it be offensive?"

The only god in this world is Bouyel, although Joan of Arc and Artoria believe him to be a god, he himself does not think so.

“Let’s go, you two inexperienced nuns, let’s go see our first hero candidate.” Los Saint said as he walked toward the street, with Joan of Arc and Artoria following closely behind.

Cardiff is a Gulf city with a permanent population of only 300,000. Although it is far less bustling than London, there are still quite a few people on the streets. They all cast their eyes at the clergy, even though it is a Protestant mission area. Most people are not devout believers; devout believers are only a small minority.

There was no curiosity about the appearance of Catholic clergy; at most, they would glance at the clergy.

The streets of Cardiff are filled with a faint smell of urine, but the residents don't seem to mind; it's just part of their daily routine.

A disheveled, homeless man lay on a public bench by the street, and a shop owner impatiently tried to shoo him away, but the man remained unmoved.

This prosperous capitalist country has many social welfare systems, but the conditions for enjoying these benefits are very strict, the most basic condition being having a stable job.

However, most ordinary people here do not have stable jobs because it would be a losing proposition for companies to fire employees, as they would have to pay hefty penalties for breach of contract. Therefore, most people are temporary workers.

Furthermore, most people do not own homes in the city and are renters. Rent can eat up half of the income of ordinary people because even small companies only hire employees who own homes for temporary work.

Without housing, one cannot work; half of one's income must go to rent, and the remainder must be used for living expenses, medical care, and education.

When a family's finances become unsustainable, social service agencies step in. They assess the family's situation, and if the family is unable to support the children, the court will place the children in a child care facility.

The caregivers are provided by various religious organizations, with individual churches assuming the responsibility of providing care.

Adults who have lost their source of income will go to 'food banks' to receive free food to survive.

The food in the 'food bank' consists entirely of leftover food from restaurants, food companies, etc., that is nearing its expiration date or is already expired, and even leftover food from funerals.

The seemingly humane 'welfare system' actually arranges the fate of ordinary people in a clear and unambiguous way, making it impossible for any ruthless person to resist the rule of the 'modern aristocracy'.

The only power they could possess was to gather crowds in the streets for ineffective marches and demonstrations.

Even if the march and demonstration are successful, it will only make 'them' move from one chair to another.

“We’ve arrived.” Luo Sheng stopped and looked ahead.

A police officer was handling a case. In front of him was a blonde, brown-eyed girl and a boy with his head down next to her.

Beside the police officer was a middle-aged, overweight woman who looked angry, pointing at the two people who appeared to be siblings and accusing them.

"Is it that policeman? Or those two siblings?" Artoria asked softly.

“It’s those two siblings, not blood siblings. I received a revelation; they are both kind people,” Joan of Arc said gently.

"Excuse me, what happened, officer?" Los Saint stepped forward and said in a gentle voice.

The police officers who were handling the case quickly turned around. When the blonde girl and the boy who had done something wrong saw the three people in Los Saint, especially when they saw their Catholic-style clerical robes, their expressions instantly turned panicked.

(End of this chapter)