Human thinking is extremely wonderful. Valente Spike himself could not detect the guiding effect of the subconscious mind on coherent consciousness. The bright red blood in the washbasin was then thought of Graleva's being divided into countless small pieces of rotten meat and bones. These seemingly meaningless things were spliced ​​together by the brain and then turned into a white, plump, soft and smooth body, and a beautiful head that was once very familiar but now completely broken.

Finally, in the thought space that was brought to the extreme, there were large white sheets of money in order, and several half-new and old money placed on the chuáng headstand. The emotions that were directed by various types of scenes were also lingering in the bloodthirsty pleasure, the anger after being rejected, the impulsive look, and a little bit unclear. What was the loss and regret that arises.

After a brief thought, thick banknotes began to appear in Valente's mind.

On the green paper, beautiful numbers and patterns are printed, and the black skeletons arranged on the four corners of the banknote paper are densely engraved with fine and regular lines like human fingerprints. This engraving printing technology is unique to the Skeleton Knights. With the current technological level of the wasteland world, no force can imitate it except the Red Republic Army.

I don’t know what purpose it is for, or because the two major forces have secretly reached some ulterior motive agreement with each other. The two currencies, Red Flag Yuan and Skeleton Yuan, have never shown signs of being forged by their opponents in large quantities. Although they are both hard-to-coin currency bills, the latter’s circulation range is obviously more extensive than the former. In fact, if the Red Sè Republic Army had not implemented the semi-confinement strategy of closing the xing, the currency circulation in the entire Asian region would probably be replaced by Red Flag Yuan.

As a priest appointed by the "Sword of God" to the Red Helmet Town, Valent often still stayed at the stage of precious metals such as silver and gold. He once hated banknotes very much, thinking that this was a disguise and prop used by the devil to defraud real gold and silver.

When he truly realized the convenience and strong purchasing power of money, the fixed thinking in his mind also changed. He began to like these small pieces of paper that exuded the smell of ink and at the same time, he spared no effort to squeeze the believers of the parish, asking them to contribute more benefits and pay more taxes.

The method of making money by the "Sword of God" comes entirely from the two methods used by the Church in the Middle Ages.

First, the people of Zhoudi District sold "indulges" at high prices.

Second, believers are required to pay "tith tax" according to the head.

Although the Church's powerful appeal in the gods, "Sword of God" still requires funds to maintain the territory, and tens of thousands of money is needed to purchase food, resources, weapons and ammunition from other forces. Although it is hostile to the Red Republic Army and the Skeleton Knights, it has been a matter of purchasing through representatives of other forces and returning it to oneself since ancient times. As long as there is enough interests, the enemy can also use it, and allies can stab it in the back. Intrigue is not just a patent of wolves and foxes, and the spokesperson of righteous and righteous image. Take off your kuba, and there are rotten sores on your butt, and the foul smell and dirty rotten water flows out.

"Bang"

He pulled out the cork on the glass wine bottle and tilted his neck and poured a mouthful of spicy brandy. Valente staggered to the side of the wooden chuáng, with a little bit of anesthesia with alcohol, but was more awake than ever. He lifted the lid of a wooden box that was nearly two meters wide on the head. As the light entered the box, all the items contained there appeared to be full.

The "tith tax" mosquitoes collected in three months was as high as 10,867 skeleton yuan.

With the hundreds of people in the Red Helmet Town alone, it is impossible to get such a generous tribute. In fact, the money in the box also includes the hunting of armed personnel in nearby areas, capturing refugees and mobs to sell dead people as meat, and the living people as slaves, and the profits obtained from it.

Valente is a psychic with a third-level evolutionary constitution. According to the relevant regulations originally formulated by the "Sword of God", only clergy with mutated powers reaching the parasitic level are eligible to be promoted to priests. Those who are not strong enough can only be divided into missionaries and monks according to their actual situation from high to low. As the number of believers continues to increase, the control area becomes wider, and the number of people under the diocese and subordinates also increases in a short period of time. In desperation, the church can only adjust the rules and make some evolutionists who are not strong enough to have priesthood, have firm beliefs, and are recommended by the diocese leader to promote their identities and become priests. Let them actually control one side and become core figures who are in power, religion and military power.

According to convention, the "tith tax" and various materials collected must be shipped to the parish headquarters every three months. However, from last weekend to now, the departure time has been more than four days, and the box is still in Valente's bedroom, without any intention of being moved.

From becoming a priest until now, Valente has been in Red Helmet Town for a whole year. He is very familiar with everything here. Terrain, precipitation, gas*, production and resource calculations, population. As a clergy who has received systematic education in the church, he has extremely rich experience in exploration and statistics. He is very clear about every detail in Red Helmet Town. Even the actual output of every piece of arable land around him is memorable. Valente does not rule with tyrannical means like other parish leaders, but adopts a relatively gentle attitude and gives the residents enough food to eat. Over time, Red Helmet Town has become a commodity distribution center in the surrounding areas, and the amount of "tith tax" and commercial tax collection is more than 60% higher than that of other parishes. It is precisely because of this that the church is not hesitant to give a lot of rewards to this newly promoted priest with flexible means.

People will always change.

Praise is useless empty words. The so-called reward is just a few metal crosses with exquisite workmanship and gold-plated surfaces. After cooling down from the initial satisfaction of honor, Valente began to think about more questions. The answers he needed in the Bible and the Gospels of the End Times were not found. The land of Canaan, where milk and mi flowed in the legend, seemed to be just an unreachable illusion. This dirty world is full of blood and radiation. Apart from the corpse and sin that emitted rotten stench, there was no holy existence that could represent the will of God.

As for the angels who can save lives, except for the vivid and vivid similarities embedded in the church hall with wood and metal, Valent has never seen their true form. The legend is just a legend after all, and it can never become a reality where hands, eyes can touch mo, and wait and see.

Valente is 36 years old this year and must consider his future prospects.

There will never be any such sayings as "retirement" in the wasteland world. This beautiful noun that only exists in books of the old era, and the probability of appearing in reality is as infinitely close to zero as God's appearance. This is why it is not attributed to a complete "zero" because Valente is still a priest after all, and in his inner world subconscious, there is still the fantasy of Yesu's rebirth and saving the world.

The church is no longer the sacred representative of the old era. The slogan of "Sword of God" is "killing sinners" and saving all spirits". To put it bluntly, it means using the bodies of some people to satisfy the hopes of other people. They have become a force equivalent to a terrorist organization. Missionary and preaching are to use guns and knives to resist the refugees' mouths, threatening and benefiting the other party to recognize the existence of God, and then willingly become slaves branded as "believers".

This is his mother, just an absolute gangster, "Brother Su" is the boss of all clergy.

From kindness to evil is a process that others cannot imagine. The changes in it have not gone through too many difficult entanglements. The first time I tried to eat without paying for money, the first time I was gambled, the first time I went to someone else's house for the first time "turned the woman I liked, took off my clothes and fucked hard Valente only felt that his life had been completely baptized by sin. Rather than being a devil, it was better to be forced by reality. Being a good person with a pure heart is useless. The most wonderful thing in the world is the most wonderful thing in the world. Even God needs a beautiful Virgin. It is because of this that the Holy Son can be born. God is inevitable. Why do I have to confine myself to become an incompetent person who can never stand upright?

"With this money, you should be able to live a long life without worries about food and clothing."

Gently closed the box lid and took back his reluctant gaze from the surface of the box. Valent poured a large mouthful of brandy, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "put down the wine bottle, strode to the closet, and open the cabinet door" to take out a brand new AK100 assault rifle, as well as five thirty rounds full magazines, and four powerful anti-infantry grenades.

All the beautiful worlds require hard work and sweat. Valente no longer believes in the "Day of the Holy Light" mentioned in the "End Times Gospels". He no longer believes in the Cardinal's lies about God and God. This change seems a bit incredible when a clergyman who once was extremely pious, but Valente understands that if he does not make any moves to change his current situation, he will always be able to stay in Red Helmet Town and wait for death.

For more than half a year, a caravan has not been coming from the south. There is the territory of the family alliance, clothes, shoes, various household appliances, and even nearly 20% of the per capita salt consumption needs to be supplemented through caravan trading. In a sense, Red Helmet Town is actually a vassal of the family alliance. If there is not enough commodity input, everything here will soon degenerate into the semi-primitive era of slash-and-burn farming.

The goods urgently transferred from other parishes temporarily eliminated the panic in Red Helmet Town. Valente knew very well that this superficial stability could not last long. "Sword of God" is a religious organization that relies entirely on faith. The top leaders of the church rarely pay attention to the ruling camps within the area. Except for food that is barely self-sufficient, almost all supplies need to be imported from the outside world.

It is also because of this that the Church has always adopted a default attitude towards medium and small institutional forces such as family alliances around the ruling area.

At the same time, the large amount of untreated ore resources are sold, and the right hand is exchanged for the various finished products they need. From the perspective of the old era, this kind of goods exchange status is simply unequal.

The family alliance can also rely on its technological advantages to raise the trade price without authorization. However, because the "Sword of God" has a strong military force as a deterrent in other countries, small forces dare not raise the price without authorization. In order to maintain their advantage in confrontation between the Skeleton Knights and the Red Republican Army, the "Sword of God" also has no spare energy to annex the family alliance. Naturally, an extremely delicate balance is formed between each other.

Before becoming a priest, Valente was also a refugee in the wilderness.

He had a very keen eye for his surroundings through more than a month of intelligence collection. He had already fully understood the war between the family alliance and the Dragon Teng Empire. It was from that time that Valent had made an additional plan for his future to hoard materials and sell money, collecting valuable metals and hard currency that were convenient to carry. In order to cover up, he did not even obtain weapons from the New Crusader armed departments, but purchased all of this from arms dealers to hide his true purpose of escaping from Red Helmet Town.

The threat from the south is getting closer. The "Space Wild Wolf" belonging to the Dragon Empire

The Legion had captured two other settlements southwest of Red Helmet Town two days ago. It is said that their legion commander was a young man named Heinrich. All captured civilians were taken to the south to become slaves. As for the clergy in the village and town, all the clergy in their villages and towns were executed and shared food without exception.

Thinking of this, Valent couldn't help but shake his head gently, and a heavy and melancholy smile appeared on his face.

He liked Graleva very much. In fact, if it weren't for his priesthood, he would even want to marry this white woman of Russian descent.

All men in the Red Helmet Town like Graleva. As long as she has money, she can go with anyone. Valente doesn't like chastity. He also knows very well that it is even more difficult to find a beautiful virgin in the wasteland world than God's appearance. But he just can't stand Angeleva and other men. Whenever he sees someone walking into her cabin, the curtains and the doors are quickly closed, Valente always feels that his heart is gnawed by countless ants, and can only open the thick Bible, looking for a little bit of comforting and hurt from obscure and difficult words, and suppressing the reason for looking forward and anger.

Yesterday, he gave Graleva one last chance.

If this woman has sex with herself without charging money, it can be shown that she should have a good impression or even love for herself. Then I will take her away with her.

Things were completely unexpected, but they also conformed to the logic of a prostitute. When the last ray of dreams in the depths of my mind shattered like a bubble and became angry, Valente also named Graleva as a blasphemer. He could not bear the woman he loved lying in the arms of another man, even if he died, she would definitely become a place worth remembering on his spiritual memory.

The hour hand on the clock at the top of the church has crossed the position at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

After getting dressed, he picked up his backpack filled with food and water, carefully checked the gold and banknotes tied in the leather bag around his waist, and tightened the arms full of magazines and grenades to do all this in an orderly manner. Valent gently opened the door and carefully observed the surrounding environment through the gap. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he flashed out like a ghost.

Escape also requires planning and planning.

Killing Graleva is not just to satisfy your potential. Meat is easier to feel full than bread. For the residents of Red Helmet Town, fresh and hot broth is also a rare luxury. Eating fullness will make your nerves completely relax, the digestive system needs time to operate, and the body will also feel tired. At this time, you are prone to deep sleep, and the interference caused by external movement and stillness will naturally be minimized.

Valente no longer wants to be a priest. The new Crusader stationed in Red Helmet Town is no match for the "Space Wolf" Legion. He has been waiting for several months and has not been able to wait for reinforcements sent from the core parish. Obviously, the top leaders of the church did not take this insignificant small settlement at all, let alone provide any help.

There is only one way to die if you stay here.

The wilderness in the dark seems to be unable to see the actual appearance clearly, but you can feel the hideous and cruel monster.

Turning around and finally glanced at the vaguely visible spire at the top of the church, Valent smiled unconsciously, very bitterly.

He once thought that this was his hope, that he had his own career and that there were women worth spending his whole life together.

The cruel appearance of the sternness smashed everything to pieces.

There is no such thing as he, he, a bullshit love. Apart from money, it is bread. Otherwise, you are the target of being shared by others.

Goodbye, Red Helmet Town.

Goodbye, Graleva.

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