dmims Chapter 235 Devout Believers
Chapter 235 Devout Believers
Chapter 235 Devout Believers
Perhaps it was because of the winter, or perhaps it was just an upset stomach, or even perhaps it was due to a change in environment.
Kendrick has had diarrhea recently.
Yesterday alone, he went to the toilet no less than eight times.
His physical discomfort made him feel mentally scattered.
However, Kendrick harbored no resentment whatsoever.
He was not afraid of any physical torment; the only thing he sought in his life was peace of mind.
His current mental state is better than he has ever been since birth.
Originally, he was tormented by his own hobby.
He came to the Principality of the Holy Envoys, to the holy city of Gregory, in order to unleash his terrifying desires.
Only killing can satisfy and alleviate the emptiness in Kendrick's heart.
He had been holding back for a long time; he had never been so eager to kill someone.
Kendrick thought he would relive this ultimate pleasure with a patriarch named Winster.
But he never expected that the patriarch would give him such an unexpected surprise.
Winston was not only a patriarch, but also the leader of the Qinglu sect.
Kendrick was surprised by his composure and calm in the face of danger.
What surprised him even more was that the teachings of the Dewdrop Church, as described by Winster, could actually cure his spiritual ailment.
Winster told Kendrick that God created the first seven humans over seven days.
The raw material God used to create man was the first drop of dew in the morning.
Because only the dew at this moment is uncontaminated.
The longer the dew stays in the mortal world, the more heavily it will be polluted by the filth of the world.
Humans, created from unpolluted dew, should be the purest beings in the world.
Winster said that Kendrick was actually a pure person.
Kendrick, of course, did not believe it, and he recounted all his crimes to prove that he was by no means innocent.
Winster, however, laughed and retorted that Kendrick was merely contaminated by some impurities, and that once those impurities were removed...
He could become a truly pure person. Kendrick didn't understand Winster's words at first, but Winster offered to take him on a spiritual journey.
A few days later, Kendrick was surprised to find that his soul had indeed become very different!
The restlessness in his heart actually subsided.
And his vision, which had been filtered by the killing, surprisingly revealed a normal scene again after a long time.
Kendrick was surprisingly able to control the power he learned from "Crimson Cravings"!
This made him realize that perhaps this holy patriarch could truly heal his inner ailment.
From that day on, Kendrick stayed by Winster's side.
And his spirit gradually became more at peace.
He no longer craved killing, bloodshed, or that perverse, extreme stimulation.
Kendrick was surprised to find that he was turning back into a human!
Winster explained that Kendrick didn't actually crave killing; he was just too lonely.
Nobody paid any attention to Kendrick except when he tried to kill them.
This subtle connection on a spiritual level is what Kendrick is obsessed with.
Therefore, Kendrick's addiction is not an incurable disease; as long as someone pays full attention to Kendrick, his illness can naturally be cured.
Right now, Winston is undoubtedly the person Kendrick needs.
At this moment, Kendrick had complete faith in Winster.
He no longer intended to kill Winster, but rather to serve Winster.
He has now become a member of the Qinglu Sect.
He moved into the room that Winster had arranged for him and received nightly whipping training.
Despite the physical pain, Kendrick fervently believed that his soul was being purified little by little.
A few days ago, Winster asked Kendrick to kill someone for him.
Kendrick agreed without hesitation.
This shows that he was needed by his benefactor, and he longed for this feeling of being needed.
The other party appeared to be a wealthy businessman, but he was a stubborn fundamentalist who was unwilling to join the Qinglu sect.
Kendrick thought that although this person was rich, he was an absolute idiot who was completely oblivious to the truth.
The doctrines of the Qinglu sect are undoubtedly the original truth of this world.
His son, however, was much smarter and had long been a member of the Qinglu sect.
On the night Kendrick assassinated him, his son cheerfully opened the front door to Kendrick's house.
I believe that once this young master takes over the family business, he will definitely be able to use their family's funds to support the research of the Qinglu Sect.
Look how kind Lord Winster is! He personally planned so many things so that the truth could be spread throughout the world.
Kendrick was completely captivated by Winster and wanted nothing more than to serve the patriarch forever.
The thick, hard whip lashed at Kendrick.
Each blow was so painful it made his eyes roll back, but he also felt his soul become purer.
Suddenly, the whip stopped.
Kendrick turned around and saw the man with the holy staff behind him whispering to another papal official.
He couldn't help but say, "Sir, tonight's training isn't enough."
"That's enough for today," the other person said.
Why?
Someone is looking for you.
Kendrick was then led to the meeting room.
He saw a familiar woman sitting in a chair in front of the dessert table.
That was Sister Margaret.
Kendrick stepped forward: "Miss Margaret, what are you doing here?"
"You should call me Madam, we are husband and wife."
Oh, right.
They seemed to be playing the role of a married couple, but now it seems there's no need to continue the act.
However, there was no need to explain these things to Margaret.
Kendrick asked, "So, what's up?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Are you alright?"
As Margaret spoke, she grasped Kendrick's right hand.
"Lord, have mercy, my husband. You are alive and well. I am so glad you are safe and sound. Do you know how long you have been missing? Do you know how worried I was about you?"
Kendrick nodded, but offered no explanation:
"So, let's get down to business."
"There are ears everywhere here, my husband. Come back to the hotel with me. We can talk in the room."
Margaret said, telling Kendrick to leave.
Kendrick stood still, and Margaret couldn't move him at all.
"I'm not leaving, miss."
"Huh?"
"I live here now, I have nowhere else to go. If you have anything to say, just tell me here."
Margaret forced a stiff smile: "Husband, you must be joking. Your face looks a little red. Do you have a fever?"
"Miss, I can no longer help you with anything."
"Huh?"
"I am now a member of the Qinglu Sect."
"The Dewdrop Cult? You mean—"
"Yes, I joined the sect, but rest assured, I haven't betrayed you. But please, don't come looking for me again."
"Husband, you must have lost your mind! You said you had no interest in any sect, how could you possibly join the Qinglu Sect!"
"Because Lord Winters cured my illness."
"sick?"
"How should I put it—in short, I was tormented by a desire within me for a long time, but the adults removed that desire from me with their teachings, and now my soul is at peace."
Margaret became serious: "My lord, this joke isn't funny!"
“I’m not joking,” Kendrick said, glancing warily at the cross necklace on Margaret’s chest. “Farewell, Miss Margaret.”
After saying that, Kendrick left Margaret alone in the meeting room, bewildered.
He quickly returned to his room.
If he had been quicker, the Holy Staff Master might still be around, and he could have finished his training for the night.
But when he returned, he was alone in the room.
Kendrick could only kneel before the statue and pray to God.
Then take the holy dew and go to bed.
Kendrick slept soundly that night, feeling that he had finally put another worry to rest.
The next day, Kendrick woke up and began his meditation as usual.
In the morning, he will attend a public Mass for members of the Qinglu sect at their church.
At noon, after having lunch with the members, he will return to the Vatican to report to Winster.
Winster will personally give Kendrick a half-hour lecture on doctrine and assign him homework.
At night, they would be whipped as a form of self-discipline.
The man with the holy staff will use a whip to draw out the filth and impurities from his body.
However, these arrangements may not be enough to fill a whole day.
After finishing his studies, if it wasn't dinner time yet, Kendrick was free to do as he pleased.
He would use this time to study "Crimson Cravings".
Recently, he found himself studying this book with remarkable efficiency.
The power in this book would stimulate the perverse desires within him.
But things are different now.
He had suppressed his desires, so he had no further resistance to the book.
Although this efficiency only lasted for a month, Kendrick felt that he was very efficient.
He felt that his abilities had reached a new level.
Kendrick had been exposed to supernatural powers at a young age, and he was always good at finding the knack for learning new things.
This may only be one day for Kendrick, but it is also every day for him.
Since he began his ascetic practice with Winston, his life has become a repetition of yesterday.
Kendrick, far from finding it boring, actually felt very fulfilled.
Ah, that's exactly what he longed for—the ordinary and mundane!
Five days passed in the blink of an eye.
Today is a big day.
In the holy city of Gregory, a cardinal ordination ceremony will be held.
On such a special day, Kendrick naturally couldn't study as usual.
Winster summoned Kendrick early in the morning: "You need to attend the morning Mass at the Vatican Church this morning."
"Yes, sir," Kendrick nodded.
"And this afternoon, the initiation ceremony will be held in the church, and I will assign you a task."
"What mission?"
"Keep an eye on the Vatican's database."
Kendrick was puzzled: "Why do we need to monitor the database?"
"The Pope and all cardinals and patriarchs need to attend the ordination ceremony, since there are guests from all over the world, but the archives are a sensitive place and must be guarded."
"But why me?"
"You went on my behalf. Each member of the Vatican has been assigned a guard to supervise each other and prevent anyone from stealing information from the database."
Kendrick felt flattered: "Sir, I am very touched that you trust me so much, but why did you choose me? Just a month ago, I was so rude to you that I almost accidentally killed you."
"I don't care about your past mistakes, but the more important reason is that the paladins under my command are all third-rate."
"My lord, you are too modest. They are all highly skilled in martial arts."
"Highly skilled in martial arts? You mean they ganged up on you, and you single-handedly defeated them?"
"That was just their carelessness," Kendrick said.
That was half a month ago, when Winster arranged for his Paladin to have a duel with Kendrick.
These people seemed to think Kendrick was plain-looking, and therefore acted arrogantly.
Little did they know that Kendrick, who had mastered "Scarlet Lust," was able to spot any flaw.
Kendrick seized their weakness and took them down one by one.
"Whether they were careless or not," Winster said, "the fact remains that you defeated them, which is why I sent you."
Kendrick immediately realized that Lord Winster seemed to truly trust him.
And Kendrick, at the moment, truly has no other intentions towards the adults.
He could only offer a salute: "Yes, sir, I will certainly not fail in my mission."
Mass began soon.
Amidst the clear and melodious singing of the choir, papal officials dressed in pristine white robes joined hands to preside over the ceremony.
After lunch, Kendrick went to the Vatican's archives as arranged by Lord Winster.
The archives are located deep within the Vatican, seemingly next to the Pope's study.
Kendrick showed the proof that Winster had prepared for him, and the papal knights guarding the door let him into the room.
At this moment, there were already five people standing inside.
They were all equipped with white armor, clearly indicating that they were all paladins.
Kendrick, however, was dressed in old, casual clothes, which seemed out of place in the luxurious bedroom.
After giving Kendrick only one glance, they never looked him in the eye again.
But Kendrick was already used to it; the only person in the world who could truly keep an eye on him was probably Bishop Winston.
Everyone paced around the room, wary of those around them.
Kendrick understood that they were both allies and adversaries at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.
A nun pushed in a food cart and served each guard with wine and food.
Kendrick received a beef pie and a glass of Fitz sparkling wine.
However, the nun in front of him did not leave Kendrick's presence.
He raised his eyes slightly and noticed that the nun was wearing a cross necklace around her neck.
Kendrick quickly looked at the other person's face.
He absolutely cannot be mistaken.
This is Margaret.
He never expected to see her again.
Moreover, it happened in such a setting.
But why is Margaret here?
Kendrick frowned in confusion, but it was Margaret, who had been pursing her lips just moments before, who spoke first:
I want to talk to you—