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    The human mind is amazing, Valente.  Spike himself was unable to detect the guiding effect of his subconscious on coherent consciousness.  The bright red blood in the basin reminds me that Glaleva has been divided into countless small pieces of rotten flesh and broken bones. These seemingly meaningless things are combined and spliced ??by the brain, and then transformed into a white, plump, soft and smooth body.  A ji¨¡on¨¨n body, and a beautiful head that was once very familiar, but now completely shattered.

    At last, in the thinking space that had been pushed to the extreme in reverie, a large bed covered with white sheets appeared in sequence, as well as a few old and new banknotes placed on the bedside table.  The emotions induced and aroused by various types of scenes include bloodthirsty pleasure, anger after being rejected, unexplained and impulsive desire, and a little bit of unexplained loss.  Wandering in regret.

    After a brief period of confusion, thick stacks of banknotes began to appear in Valente's mind.

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

    I don¡¯t know for what purpose, or because the two major forces secretly reached some kind of ulterior agreement with each other.  The two currencies, the Red Flag Yuan and the Skull Yuan, have never shown signs of being heavily counterfeited by their opponents.  Although they are both hard currency notes, the circulation range of the latter is obviously wider than that of the former.  In fact, if the Red Republic Army had not been implementing a closed and semi-confinement strategy, I am afraid that the currency circulation in the entire Asian region would have been replaced by the Red Flag Yuan in one fell swoop.

    As the priest assigned to Red Helmet Town by the "Sword of God", Valente's concept of "money" often remains at the stage of precious metals such as silver and gold.  He used to hate paper money very much, thinking it was a disguise and prop used by the devil to trick ordinary people and defraud real money.

    However, when he truly realized the convenience and powerful purchasing power of banknotes, the fixed thinking in his mind also changed. He began to like these small pieces of paper that smelled of ink more than anyone else. At the same time, he spared no effort to squeeze the parishioners,  Ask them to contribute more benefits and pay more taxes.

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

    First, people in the Zhou diocese sold "indulgences" at high prices.

    Second, believers are required to pay ¡°tithes¡± on a per capita basis.

    Although the "Sword of God" has the powerful appeal of the Holy See in terms of gods, it still needs funds to maintain the interior of the territory, and tens of thousands of dollars are needed to purchase food, resources, weapons and ammunition from other forces.  Although they are hostile to the Red Republic Army and the Skeleton Knights, the matter of purchasing it through representatives of other forces and then returning it to their own hands has always existed since ancient times.  As long as there are enough benefits, enemies can also take advantage of it, and allies can also stab them in the back.  Intrigue and deception are not just the preserve of wolves and foxes. A spokesperson for justice who speaks righteously and righteously, even if he takes off his knickers, there will be sores growing on his buttocks, and yellow pus, foul smelling and dirty rotten water will flow out.

    "Bang"

    Pulling out the cork on the glass bottle, he tilted his head and drank a large gulp of the spicy brandy. Valente staggered to the wooden bed, somewhat drugged by alcohol, but more awake than ever.  With his consciousness, he forcefully lifted the lid of a long wooden box nearly two meters wide at the head of the bed.  As the light enters the box, all the items contained in it are fully revealed.

    The amount of "tithe" collected in three months was as high as 10,867 yuan.

    With a population of hundreds in Red Helmet Town alone, it is impossible to receive such a generous tribute.  In fact, the money in the box also includes the profits made by armed men who hunted and captured refugees and mobs in nearby areas and sold the dead as meat and the living as slaves.

    Valente is a supernatural being with a third-level evolutionary physique.  According to the relevant regulations originally formulated by the "Sword of God", only clergy whose mutant power reaches the level of parasites are eligible to be promoted to priests.  Those with insufficient strength can only be divided into missionaries and monks according to their actual status and rank from high to low.  As the number of believers continues to increase, the control area becomes wider and wider, and the number of parishes and the population under their jurisdiction also increases in a short period of time.  In desperation, the Holy See could only adjust the rules and promote some evolved people who were not strong enough to have clerical status, had firm faith, and were recommended by the head of the diocese to become priests.  Let them actually control one side and become core figures with political, educational and military power.

    According to usual practice, the "tithe" and various materials collected are?Must be shipped to Parish Headquarters every three months.  However, it has been more than four days since last weekend, and the box is still placed in Valente's bedroom, with no intention of being moved.

    From the time he became a priest until now, Valente has stayed in Red Helmet Town for a full year.  He is very familiar with everything here.  Terrain, precipitation, atmosphere*.  Production counts as resources and population.  As a clergyman who received systematic education from the Holy See, he has extremely rich experience in exploration and statistics.  He knows every detail and every person in Red Helmet Town.  Even the actual yield of every piece of surrounding arable land is memorized.  Valente did not rule with tyranny like other parish chiefs, but adopted a relatively soft attitude and gave the town residents enough food.  Over time, Red Helmet Town has become a commodity distribution center in the surrounding areas, and the amount of "tithe tax" and commercial tax collected is more than 60% higher than that of other parishes.  Because of this, the Holy See did not hesitate to give a large amount of rewards to this new priest who was flexible in his methods.

    People will always change.

    Praises are empty words that have no effect. The so-called rewards are just a few beautifully crafted metal crosses with gold-plated surfaces.  After cooling down from the initial satisfaction of honor, Valente began to think about more questions.  Neither the Bible nor the Gospels of the Last Days found the answer I needed. The legendary land of Canaan flowing with milk and mias seemed to be just an unreachable illusion.  This dirty world is full of bloodshed and radiation." Except for the dead bodies and sin that exude the stench of decay, there is no longer any holy existence that can represent the will of God.

    As for the angels who can save souls, Valente has never seen their "real" bodies except for the lifelike images carved on wood and metal and inlaid in the church hall.  Legends are just legends after all, and can never become a reality that can be touched and viewed with hands and eyes.

    Valente is thirty-six years old this year and he must consider his future.

    There is no such thing as "retirement" in the wasteland world.  This beautiful term that only exists in books of the old times, the probability of it appearing in reality is as close to zero as God appears.  The only reason why it is not classified as a complete "zero" is because Valente is still a priest after all. In his inner world and subconscious, there is still the fantasy of Jesus being reborn to save the world.

    The Holy Court is no longer the sacred representative of the old era.  The slogan of "Sword of God" is "Destroy sinners and save all souls." To put it bluntly, it uses some people's bodies to satisfy the desires of other people. They have been reduced to a force that is equivalent to a terrorist organization.  Preaching and evangelizing means putting guns and knives to the refugees' chests, threatening them to force them to acknowledge the existence of God, and then willingly become slaves branded as "believers."

    He, mother, is an out-and-out gangster, and "Brother Su" is the boss of all clergy.

    From good to evil is a process that others can hardly imagine.  The changes involved did not go through too many difficulties and entanglements.  The first time he tried to eat without paying, the first time he slept with a prostitute, the first time he gambled, until it progressed to the first time he walked into someone else's house. He pushed the woman he liked on the bed, took off her clothes and fucked Valente hard.  I feel that my life has been completely baptized by sin. Rather than being manipulated by the devil, it is better to say that I am forced by reality. There is no point in being a good person with a pure heart. The satisfaction of eating well and having a strong erection of the genitals is the only thing in the world.  The most wonderful thing. Even God needs a beautiful Virgin¡± and that¡¯s why the Son was born.  Even gods are inevitable, so why do I have to confine Yuwang and suffocate myself until I become incompetent and can never stand up straight?

    ¡°With this money, I should be able to live without worries about food and clothing for a long time.¡±

    Gently close the lid of the box and withdraw your reluctant eyes from the surface of the box.  Valente took another swig of brandy, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, put down the bottle, strode to the closet, opened the door, and took out a brand new AK100 assault rifle, as well as five 30-round full-capacity rifles.  Loaded with magazines and four powerful anti-infantry grenades.

    "All good worlds" require hard work and sweat. Valente no longer believes in the "Day of Advent" mentioned in the "Last Days Gospel". He also no longer believes in the cardinal's lies about God and God.  . This kind of change appears in a once extremely pious clergyman, which does sound incredible. However, Valente understands that if he does not take some action to change his current situation, he will always be able to stay in Red Helmet Town.  Better to die.

    It has been more than half a year in a row, and no caravan has come from the south.  There is the territory of the family alliance, including clothes, shoes, various household appliances, and even nearly 20% of the per capita consumption.Salt needs to be replenished through caravan trade.  In a sense, Red Helmet Town is actually a vassal of the family alliance. If there is not enough input of goods, everything here will soon degenerate into the semi-primitive era of slash-and-burn farming.

    The urgent transfer of goods from other parishes temporarily eliminated the panic in Red Helmet Town.  Valente knew that this semblance of stability would not last long.  The "Sword of God" is a religious organization that relies entirely on faith. The top leaders of the church pay little attention to the internal affairs of the ruling area.  Except for food, which is barely self-sufficient, almost all supplies need to be imported from the outside world.

    Because of this, the Holy See has always adopted a default attitude towards small and medium-sized institutional forces such as family alliances around the ruling area.

    at the same time.  Sell ??large quantities of unprocessed ore resources in exchange for various finished products that you need from your opponents.  From the perspective of the old times, the exchange status of this kind of goods is not equal at all.

    Family alliances can also use their technological advantages to raise trade prices without authorization.  However, because the "Sword of God" has strong military power as a deterrent, other small and medium-sized forces do not dare to raise prices without authorization.  In order to maintain the upper hand in the confrontation between the Skeleton Knights and the Red Republic Army, the "Sword of God" did not spare any effort to annex the family alliance. Naturally, an extremely delicate balance was formed between them.

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

    His ability to observe the surrounding environment is very keen. After more than a month of intelligence collection, he is fully aware of the war that broke out between the family alliance and the Longteng Empire.  It was from that time that Valente made additional plans for his future: hoarding supplies, selling money, and collecting portable precious metals and hard currency.  In order to cover his eyes, he did not even obtain weapons from the New Crusade Armed Forces, but purchased them from arms dealers. All this was to conceal his true purpose of escaping from Red Helmet Town.

    The threat from the south is getting closer.  "Space Wolves" belonging to the Soaring Dragon Empire

    Legion, two days ago, they captured two other settlements southwest of Red Helmet Town.  It is said that their regiment commander is a young man named Heinrich.  All captured civilians were taken to the south and became slaves. As for the clergy in the villages and towns where they lived, they were all executed and eaten without exception.

    Thinking of this, Valente couldn't help but shook his head gently, with a heavy and melancholy bitter smile on his face.

    He likes Golareva very much.  In fact, if it were not for his status as a priest, he would even want to marry this white woman of Russian descent.

    ¡°All the men in Red Helmet Town like Glaleva. As long as she has money, she can date anyone.  Valente was not interested in chastity.  He also knew very well that finding a beautiful and sexy virgin in the wasteland world was even more difficult than God appearing.  But he just couldn't bear Angeleva being with other men.  Whenever she saw someone walking into her cabin and the curtains and door were quickly closed, Valente always felt as if her heart was being gnawed by countless ants, and she could only open the thick Bible and read from the obscure to difficult chapters.  Looking for a little bit of reason that can comfort the hurt and suppress the desire and anger in the words that are both understandable and difficult to pronounce.

    Yesterday, he gave Golareva one last chance.

    If this woman has sex with him without asking for money, it can show that she should have a good impression or even love for him.  Then I will take her away with me.

    The development of things was completely unexpected, but it was also in line with the logic of a prostitute.  When the last dream in the depths of his mind burst like a bubble, Valente became angry and branded Graleva as a blasphemer - he couldn't stand the woman he loved lying in the arms of another man, panting and moaning, even if she died.  She must also become a memorable sustenance for her own soul.

    The hour hand on the clock at the top of the church has passed the midnight position.

    After getting dressed, he picked up a backpack full of food and water, carefully checked the gold and banknotes in the leather bag around his waist, tightened his armed belt full of magazines and grenades, and after doing all this in an orderly manner, Valente easily  He gently opened the door and carefully observed the surrounding environment through the gap. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he stepped out as quickly as a ghost.

    Escape also requires planning and strategy.

    Killing Glaleva was not simply to satisfy one's own potential desires - meat is easier to satisfy than bread. For the residents of Red Helmet Town, fresh and hot broth is also a rare luxury.  After eating a full meal, the nerves will be completely relaxed, the digestive system will need time to operate, and the body will feel tired.  At this time, it is easy to enter a deep sleep state, and the interference caused by external movements is naturally minimized.

    Valente no longer wants to do itFather, the new Crusaders stationed in Red Helmet Town are no match for the "Space Wolves" legion.  He has been waiting for several months, but has not been able to receive reinforcements from the core parish.  Obviously, the higher-ups of the church did not pay attention to such an insignificant small settlement at all, let alone provide any help.

    Staying here is the only way to die.

    The wilderness in the darkness is like a monster whose actual appearance cannot be clearly seen, but its ferociousness can be felt.

    Turning around and taking one last look at the faintly discernible spire at the top of the church, Valente smiled unconsciously, a very bitter smile.

    He once thought that this place was where his hope lay, with his own career and a woman worth spending his whole life with.

    The cruel appearance smashed everything to pieces.

    There is no such thing as bullshit love in this world.  Besides money, it¡¯s bread.  Otherwise, you are a target for others to eat.

    Goodbye, Red Helmet Town.

    Goodbye, Grajeva.

    Only Yingye.

    It is the real place of hope.  @.
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