Lulunaka sat on the bench with an open book on her lap.
This was a scripture book about the church. The content was about the origin of the God of Light and the creation of the world, as well as the deeds of the saints of different eras.
It was not a very complicated book, just an introductory theology book. If the writing was not so serious, perhaps it could be used as a children's book.
For Lulunaka, this book did not even have the function of killing time. She had already flipped through this boring collection of songs and essays several times, but there was nothing valuable. It was just bragging about the deeds of the ancients, exaggerating them to be miracles.
Although it was a very boring book, but in a place like the church, if she took out such a book and pretended to read it, she could easily blend into the atmosphere here and not be looked at strangely by others.
Lulunaka turned a page. Although her head was lowered, her mind was not on the book.
She raised her head and looked at the gorgeous altar.
Some people were kneeling and praying to the altar with the cross erected. Some people were like Lulunaka, just sitting on the bench, facing the altar, bowing their heads and closing their eyes while chanting.
Lulunaka was not looking at the altar, but at the secret door under the altar. But no matter how she looked, she could not see the mechanism of the secret door.
The mechanism disappeared, or was changed, or was hidden, or was most likely destroyed. If there was someone who could change her masterpiece, Lulunaka wanted to see that person, but that was probably impossible.
No matter whether that person existed or not, by now, he should not be in this world.
Unless that person was a dwarf or an elf.
Thinking about it this way, Lurunaka realized that she couldn't say for sure. There was indeed such a possibility.
Then she laughed again. There was no reason, she just wanted to laugh.
"It is not polite to laugh in this solemn and sacred place." A low male voice came from behind Lulunaka.
Lulunaka turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a cultivator's robe.
The middle-aged man was wearing a loose robe. From his exposed arms, she could tell that he had a strong physique. However, she could also tell that time had ravaged his body. In Lulunaka's opinion, this man was not a pure warrior. He was more like another existence that was born for this.
There was no hair on his head. He did look like a traditional cultivator, but she didn't know if his hair was shaved off or if it fell off naturally … In Lulunaka's eyes, although he looked very energetic, he gave her the feeling that he was a person who worked hard.
Lulunaka turns around and puts her palms together in front of the middle-aged man. She bows her head and says, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cultivator. Did I disturb your meditation?
If that's the case, please forgive me. I won't dare to do it again. "Lulunaka's eyes were still glistening with tears. She looked completely pitiful.
When the middle-aged man saw Lulunaka's appearance, his body stiffened for a moment. The expression on his face also froze. Although there was no expression on his face, people couldn't see what he was thinking.
This pause was only for a moment. The middle-aged man quickly recovered.
"You … you don't have to be too nervous, girl.
No one will whip you just because of some trivial rudeness. "
Lulunaka blinks her eyes, "Really? Sir … this is my first time coming to the cathedral. I don't know the rules here very well."
"This place was opened to the public hundreds of years ago. It belongs to everyone in the King's Castle."
The middle-aged man laughs, "As long as it's not blasphemous words and actions, there are not so many cumbersome rules here.
Of course, there are still some rules during the Halloween ceremony and procession.
But those who need these rules are only nobles and royalty. At that time, you don't need to get close to this place. "The middle-aged man adds a sentence in his heart. It's also impossible to get close to this place.
"Halloween huh …" Lulunaka has a yearning expression on her face, "I've only heard of it before. What kind of scene would it be?"
The middle-aged man shakes his head, "I don't know either.
Moreover, the formal ceremony hasn't been held for several years. "
"Why?" Lulunaka asks.
"It's missing the most important person."
The middle-aged man replies, "That old man is far away in the west and doesn't want to come back. That's why it became like this."
Lulunaka looks like a curious baby. She continues to stare at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shows a bitter smile on his face, "Although there's no ceremony, but you can still feel the glory of God in the cathedral. As long as you have a devout heart and send a prayer to God, God will definitely hear it."
"Will God punish me because of my rudeness?" Lulunaka asks cautiously.
The middle-aged man can't help but laugh, but he immediately stops laughing. Only the smile remains on his face.
"See, I laughed too, just like you … But God won't punish me because of this.
If God is watching us, then God won't be angry because of such a small thing. That's the behavior of mortals. "
"Won't God be angry?" Lulunaka asks.
"Of course God will be angry, but I don't think God will be angry because of such a small thing." The middle-aged man says, "In that case, what's the difference between God and mortals?"
Lulunaka looks like she is enlightened, slightly shaking her head, "I've never heard of such a saying … Then why would God be angry?"
The middle-aged man doesn't answer immediately, probably thinking about how to say it, which makes him silent for a while.
"If God is angry, it's probably because there's no longer integrity and kindness in the human heart, degenerating into a hypocritical and evil existence."
Lulunaka shows that she doesn't understand.
The middle-aged man smiles, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, it's just my nonsense. If other cultivators hear it, I will inevitably be scolded.
Don't take a stranger's words like a holy scripture and remember it. "
The middle-aged man points to the book on Lulunaka's thigh, "The things you want to learn and remember, it's better to read it in the book."
Lulunaka vigorously nods, closes the book on her thigh, holds the book, goes to the middle-aged man and sits down. "Mr. Cultivator, is it okay if I sit here?" Lulunaka looks up at the middle-aged man and asks.
"Of course, this is not my place, no one will have a problem with you sitting here." The middle-aged man says, "Moreover, I'm not a cultivator, I can't afford to be called Mr.."
"I'm Lulunaka, Mr.." Lulunaka first introduces herself.
The middle-aged man pauses for a few seconds, then quickly replies to Lulunaka, "Just call me Pário."
"Mr. Pário, can I read next to you?" Lulunaka asks, "I feel that this way, I can calm down."
"Why do you want to read next to me?" Pário asks back.
Lulunaka touches her face, shyly lowers her head, "Because Mr. Pário, you look more friendly.
Those cultivators have a distressed face, Miss Nuns also has a tense face, the church members also have this kind of appearance, making me feel very nervous … .But Mr. Pário, the feeling you give people is completely different. "
When she talked to Nuns passing by, she didn't have this kind of appearance, but the later Pário probably won't know.
"If you think it's better, of course."
Pário smiles, "With a child like you by my side, I also feel a lot more relaxed.
Some things can always make people mentally and physically exhausted. "Without knowing why, Pário pauses slightly when he speaks.
"Mr. Pário, are you tired now?" Lulunaka asks.
Pário doesn't answer immediately, looking at the cross on the altar.
The cross shines in the sunlight passing through the dome and the glass painting behind it, "Just a little tired, I'll be fine after a rest."
Lulunaka sits next to Pário, continuing to read.
Pário sits next to her, doing nothing, just looking at the altar, or occasionally looking at the people passing by.
When the noon bell rings, Lulunaka closes the book.
"I have to go home, or I won't be able to get home in time." Lulunaka says to Pário, "My uncle is always very sensitive about this kind of thing."
"That's a good thing, a girl like you shouldn't play outside and forget how to get home." Pário smiles.
Before Lulunaka leaves, she asks Pário, "Mr. Pário, will I see you here in the future?"
Pário nods, "If there is such a chance, maybe we will meet again."
Lulunaka smiles and waves to Lulunaka, "Then see you next time.
Goodbye, Mr. Pário. "