Sir! Don't close the net!

In the end, he still stood there, just like the many passages of the Temple of Gowwitton, constantly making choices and changing course, only to be drawn to the center of that vortex in the end.

"There's nothing we can do but face it..."

Li Yili glanced at the moss that hadn't been cleaned off the wall, then raised her hand and knocked on the oak door in front of her.

The heavy knocking echoed across the door, calling to life deep within the dark corridor. Soon, heavy footsteps followed.

The oak door creaked open, and a priest who looked to be in his thirties appeared behind it. Unlike the gloomy and dim environment, the priest in front of her had pure eyes and a rather sunny expression. For a moment, Li Yili even had the illusion that she was standing in front of a magnificent church.

But what followed was a chilling sense of unease. The environment can affect a person's mood. The crusader priest, who had a fastidious obsession with religious purity, was able to show such a sunny expression in the dimly lit environment, in this place that had been desecrated to the point that it was almost unrecognizable as a monastery.

Li Yili's gaze lingered on the priest's metal arm guards for a moment before she took a step back and gave him a polite smile. "Hello, Father, I am a person who confesses to God."

The priest paused, then suddenly realized what was happening. He opened the oak door wide and crossed himself at a 30-degree angle. “It’s Mr. Levi-Estelle Richard, isn’t it? We’ve been waiting for you. Please come with me.”

"Thank you."

Li Yili let out a soft breath and, at the priest's invitation, passed through the oak gate. However, she did not immediately go inside, but waited for the priest to walk ahead before slowly following him.

Li Yili glanced around at the walls of the corridor and casually asked, "I wonder which candidate has come this time?"

The Crusade's role was that of supporters, and supporters should naturally not have positions that symbolize extremely high power. Therefore, even the supreme commander of a massive force like the Crusade was only an executive officer, and there would only be two executive officers. No matter how powerful others were, they were only candidates for executive officer until their achievements surpassed those of the two executive officers.

Of course, even though they are both executives, these Sheep Village executives are like shrimp compared to whales compared to the executives of the Crusader Expedition.

“It is Abel Z. Morningstar candidate,” the priest said with steady steps, but his tone was filled with an indescribable pride and self-satisfaction.

Li Yili was taken aback.

The youngest candidate in Abel Z. Morningstar's Expeditionary Force, he has a host of titles: the youngest future executor, the future guardian of the most powerful Azazel Bishop. Although all his titles include the word "future," this indirectly proves Abel Z. Morningstar's strength and unquestionable piety.

With Abel Z. Morningstar's strength, taking down Yerobo An, the vice minister of Monster Hammer, would naturally be an easy task, but Li Yili became increasingly uneasy.

According to their speculation, the Crusade and the Expeditionary Forces had reached some kind of cooperation this time, with most of the Expeditionary Forces abandoning their monitored contaminants in order to...

They also consumed the young black goats to reduce the Crusaders' surveillance of them, while the Crusaders ate the young black goats and a large amount of contaminants to spread their doctrines in Gowerton, a politically sensitive area between the Nibelungs and Eden.

The black goat's offspring are all ordinary people. Any chosen one of the gods could easily suppress them. Even if the Crusades intended to eat Jeroboam, they would only need to send any candidate. Why would they send an ace like Abel Z. Morningstar?

Inflating performance records?

Even with the addition of the deputy minister of Monster's Hammer to the Black Goat's cubs, who are all ordinary people, it's just a thin layer of paper on Abel Z Morningstar's resume, with no real significance.

"We've arrived. Abel Z. Morningstar is in the lobby."

The priest in front stepped aside, raised his hand towards the oak door ahead, but showed no intention of opening the door for Li Yili.

After taking a deep breath, Li Yili placed his hands on the oak door. The damp, sticky texture made him frown subconsciously. His hands seemed to sink a little into the oak door, but the priest was still watching from behind, and there was an important person waiting for him inside. He had to get everything settled tonight.

Li Yili exhaled, exerted force with his arm, and as the door opened, soft and ever-changing starlight fell on his face, drawing his gaze to the statue under the stained glass, which was completely swallowed by moss and had become deformed and bizarre.

A strange feeling arose in Li Yili's heart.

The fact that they didn't clean the moss outside could be interpreted as the monastery no longer resembling its original appearance, so they had no reason to clean it. As for not cleaning the moss in the corridors, it could be interpreted as them having just arrived in Guoweidun and spending their days either sweeping through the sheep village or making declarations in the middle of the road, leaving them no time for a thorough cleaning.

But why not clean up the statue?

That statue is what their god looks like.

Of course, the most bizarre thing was that in front of that deformed and strange statue of "God", dozens of priests were holding up doctrines and conducting a prayer ceremony, and the priest behind Li Yili even began to pray on the spot.

The priests' devout appearance struck Li Yili as utterly absurd.

What exactly are they praying to...?

"Hello, Mr. Levi Esti Richard."

A man's voice came from the side. Li Yili was startled and turned her head to look. A young man dressed in plain clothes, with a white flag with a red border and a cross drawn at a 30-degree angle in the center, was smiling and greeting her.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Abel Z. Morningstar, an executive officer candidate."

“Mr. Levi Esther Richard, you are very lucky…”

Abel turned his head to look at the strange, deformed statue engulfed by moss beneath the stained glass, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"God has heard your repentance and has decided to forgive you."

Chapter 89 The Middle Finger is My Attitude

I'll be lenient with you.

In the absurd atmosphere, Li Yili's emotions began to spiral out of control, and she almost subconsciously wanted to yell back at Abel's handsome face. However, she was currently "trapped in enemy territory," and if she really yelled like that, she might not be able to get back.

Li Yili took a deep breath and suppressed her impulse, managing to force a smile.

“I am deeply honored. Also, you can just call me Li Yili.”

“Mr. Li Yili doesn’t seem very happy,” Abel said, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head back slightly. “Has something bad happened? Or is he feeling guilty about his confession?”

“You have no need to feel guilty. What you did was undoubtedly just. Your guilt will only desecrate that justice.”

Unlike other priests, Abel's voice was light and cheerful, approachable and reassuring.

Li Yili subconsciously relaxed for a moment, but immediately tensed up again, not forgetting the purpose of his visit.

"Guilty? How could I?" Li Yili held her waist with her left hand and lowered her head slightly to the right.

Abel raised an eyebrow in surprise and stretched out his hand toward the bench. "If you don't mind, you can pray with us."

“Abel, you know I’m here on business,” Li Yili said, emphasizing that he didn’t have many options, so he couldn’t let Abel take the lead.

"Is that so? Then let's say it here."

Abel smiled calmly, and under Li Yili's astonished gaze, he walked past the priest who was praying and sat down on the far right of the bench facing the moss-covered statue.

Li Yili took a deep breath, braced herself, and walked through the priests who were praying. She sat on the far left of the bench, looked at the moss-covered statue in front of her, sighed deeply, lowered her head, rested her elbows on her thighs, and let her hands hang between her knees.

"Isn't there a confessional?"

Why is a confessional needed?

"Because I am not here to repent, but only to have someone forgive me on behalf of everyone I have hurt, and then go about my business as usual, living a happy life without any guilt. My sins, the unease I bear, will all be carried by a stranger. If one day I suffer misfortune because of my repentance, it will definitely not be my fault, but the fault of the person who broke the vow and betrayed my trust."

"That way I can justifiably complain about fate and the world."

He complained about everyone.

The priests who were praying all raised their heads. Even Abel was a little nervous, but he was the youngest candidate and had seen a lot of the world and strange people, so he quickly adjusted and coughed loudly to remind the priests behind him not to stop praying.

At Abel's prompting, the priests hurriedly lowered their heads and continued to pray.

“Mr. Li Yili, I understand what you mean. You’re right,” Abel said with his arms crossed and a long sigh.

"Everyone who sits in the confessional has sworn never to take anything they hear out of the confessional. But listening is not an easy thing. Trust has made it the dirtiest place in the world."

"And there, the dirtiest deals in the world are taking place."

Li Yili raised his eyebrows in surprise. As far as he knew, the clergy who were responsible for listening to confessions in the confessional were all genuinely honored to be able to do this job. They considered it a mission and a trial.

Abel, the youngest candidate, called the act a transaction, and the dirtiest one at that.

“The reason transactions are dirty is because the results are disgusting and bring no good outcomes,” Abel said, rubbing his fingers together as his red-gold gradient eyes slowly narrowed.

"The sinner paid no price, only made a few words of repentance in a dilapidated house, whether true or false, and was forgiven. The injured received no compensation, not even an apology, and did not even know who hurt them."

"We listen to the crimes, but we can't do anything in front of the sinners. We can only watch them live their lives as if it were their right. Who can we tell about our sins when the victims cry?"

Li Yili carefully examined Abel in front of her. He had white hair and eyes that faded from gold to red. He was like an angel gazing at a dirty world of blood and fire. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and pure, innocent justice becomes tainted when it looks at this world.

“Who knows,” Li Yili said, raising her middle finger and waving it. “I will only show my attitude to such a fate.”

Abel leaned back slightly. "I don't understand what this gesture means."

"Go to hell, fate," Li Yili said, raising her eyes.

Abel coughed heavily, and his gaze toward Li Yili became subtle. "Mr. Li Yili, I think I understand what kind of person you are now. I won't beat around the bush with you. I will not let those pollutants remain in Guoweiton. Although I don't know whose idea it was, it's terrible to have the residents of Guoweiton help hide those pollutants. No matter how long it takes, I will make them understand that those things are not hope."

“The time spent waiting for a position is so precious. Isn’t it a waste to waste it in a place like Guoweidun, which is both worthless and politically sensitive?” Li Yili tilted her head.

“This is my justice,” Abel’s eyes, which had gradually changed from red to light, were incredibly clear, revealing no trace of falsehood.

After staring at Abel for a while, Li Yili turned to look at the moss-covered statue in front of her. "Alright, I don't have a habit of dumping my garbage on others. All the pollutants in Guoweidun will be concentrated in the Guoweidun Temple, and Jeroboam is also inside."

Abel raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "I thought you would be more subtle about it."

“That was my original plan, but I suddenly felt a bit tired of it,” Li Yili said, putting her hands behind her head and whistling. “Since you understand and I understand, why go through all that trouble?”

"Is that so... Let me think..."

Abel followed Li Yili's posture, placing his hands on his knees and lowering his head.

"This is a dirty deal. You're trading Yeropon and those pollutants for the young of the Black Goat. Even if they're all ordinary people, even if the young of the Black Goat is just a name, it doesn't change the fact that the young of the Black Goat is a stain on Guoweidun."

"The cloud of the black goat's offspring, even if they are helping the inhabitants of Goweton, is doing so for evil purposes and sees this act of helping as a necessary process to accomplish their evil ends."

"You want me..."

Abel turned his head slowly, and his eyes, which gradually turned from gold to red, widened between his white hair.

"What if all of this didn't exist?"

Li Yili pursed her lips and raised her middle finger, waving it.

Chapter Ninety Fish on the Cutting Board

Abel's expression fell, and he turned to look at the moss-covered statue in front of him, giving a wry smile.

“I swear to the God I believe in that I will ignore the existence of the black goat’s offspring.”

Abel paused, raised his right hand, and gave Li Yili the middle finger.

Li Yili whistled, but wasn't angry. "This wasn't a pleasant memory, but you can rest assured that you'll never see me again. This is the first and last time you've made a deal that went against your conscience."

Abel glanced to the side, exhaled, placed his hands on his knees, and stood up, leaning slightly towards the oak door.

"Their prayers aren't over yet, I'll see you out."

"OK--"

Li Yili nodded. This time, instead of walking directly through the priests who were praying, she went around them and followed Abel through the deep corridor to stand in front of the oak door.

Before leaving, Li Yili glanced one last time at the statue covered in moss under the stained glass and casually asked a question.

"that

"Aren't you going to clean up the statue?"

“Everything is predestined. It was God who chose it this way,” Abel pushed open the oak door, stepped aside, and his golden-red eyes met Li Yili’s dark eyes. “Since it is God’s choice, then it is the truth. All we need to do is continue to have faith.”