"No, no, you have a very powerful soul, and it fits the aura of order very well. You must be a devout believer in order, otherwise you wouldn't be able to make the aura of order in your soul so strong."

"Of course, I have always believed that no one in this world is more loyal to the great God of Order than me."

After getting the physical examination form, Karen walked out of the department.

The director did not continue to follow, but walked in and asked: "What happened to the last one?"

"A very powerful soul, higher than everyone before. I must give it a rating of '11'."

"So fast?"

"Director, I have just explained that there are no lies or pretentious words. The aura of order in his soul is very strong. It is so strong that Mr. Eyes is very relieved. There is no need to look at it at all. There are no impurities at all."

"No impurities?"

"Yes, he reminds me of those old and vicissitudes of order believers that I have come into contact with before. They have devoutly believed in order all their lives, but even for them, it is difficult for them to have such a pure soul."

…

The last check is faith, which is the "political review link" of the Cult of Kosmos, but it does not require an investigation or a certificate.

In the huge basketball court-like department, there are three black huts. There is only one door in and out of the hut. It is not only blocked by a curtain, but also surrounded by a thin layer of black mist, blocking all outside detection.

In fact, this hospital is not currently operating at full capacity, and the normal recruitment period has not yet arrived, so other departments basically only operate one instrument, but there are three rooms here, which means that this process takes longer.

When Karen and others came over, an old man was sitting here drinking tea, and there were several young people cleaning the place next to him.

The old man did not wear a white coat, but a robe of order. He glanced at Karen and others who came in, and spit out some tea leaves to his side.

"You all have a physical examination form in your hands. There are many small items in the big item of faith, but don't worry. They can all be solved here. There is no second department.

Let me introduce to you first. My name is Davinsi, and I am the vice president of this hospital. But you don’t need to remember my name. Although I am one of the eight vice presidents of this Knights Hospital, I just

With this name, except for these interns, I can’t control anyone in this hospital...

After all, the existence of my department is only used during military recruitment. No matter it is peacetime or wartime, who will come here for faith healing after being injured?

Haha, okay, let’s get to the point.

These three rooms are the 'inquiry rooms'. When you were checking in front, I was notified and opened these three rooms to start preheating.

There is a formation buried under the ground of this room, and there is a feather in it. It is a branch of Lord Tiranus' quill."

In the mythological narrative of "Symmetra", Tiranus is one of the four followers of the God of Kosmos. He is very low-key and does not have many glorious achievements, but he set out to establish the Cult of Kosmos.

It is said that he wrote the first version of Symmetra with a quill pen.

Karen and Richard went through the York City Region selection in Tiranus Hall.

Tiranus's quill should also be an artifact. Although the Cult of Kosmos only has a single God of Order and no branch gods, for example, the four major retinues and the 12 Knights of Order, any one of them alone is no better than other branches of the orthodox theocratic religion.

God's mistake.

Davinsi coughed and spit out thick phlegm into the trash can next to him.

With this look, Karen knew at a glance that it was caused by smoking too many cigarettes.

It’s just that at this time, no one would stupidly go up and hand the old man a cigarette. The previous steps were understandable and accommodating. But here, it cannot be revealed. It is the least important, but it has the biggest taboo.

"The quill is thinking. Of course, it cannot chat, talk or think with you like a normal person. The only thing it can do is communicate with you about your beliefs.

Please believe in its ability, and more importantly, its authority. I don’t know whether you will deteriorate in the future, but at this time, you cannot hide it.

I know you are not here to recruit soldiers. In fact, I am also very surprised. Why do you still come here? In fact, it can be over. Do you want to be complete and perfect?

Of course, I definitely support it, but I still want to remind you, cover your chest and ask yourself if you are really loyal to the God of Order. If you don’t take this test, nothing will happen. If you take this test, you will get a test.

Scores are not of much use, but if the scores are very low and you fail...hehe, then there will be a big problem."

After Davinsi finished speaking, he continued to drink tea. After a while, he said: "You have thought about it all. Come on, come in threes and threes, one room per person, and you will know when you go in."

Alfred walked to Karen and whispered: "Master?"

"You want to go."

"Yes, young master, since my body has been certified, there is no reason why my soul has not been sublimated."

"Okay." Karen agreed.

Alfred stood next to Karen.

"Then I'll take the place." Richard walked up.

The first three people to participate in the test were Karen, Alfred and Richard.

Davinsi stood up and waved his hand to activate the formation. For a moment, the hymn of the Cult of Kosmos rang out in the environment, and a sacred and solemn atmosphere flowed out.

"Don't worry, I can only get the test results given to me by Mr. Quill for this test. I have no way of knowing what you communicated with Mr. Quill in it, or what you confessed to.

Because we allow doubts, doubts and loss, the fundamental purpose of this test is still to save.

Just like the priests in the dark room of the church outside, they will definitely keep it a secret for you. Oh, at least Lord Quill has much more professional ethics than those priests.

When you walk out of this hut, Mr. Quill will clear his previous memories, so relax, communicate freely, and reveal everything without reservation.

In addition, when you enter and communicate with Mr. Quill, the speed of communication will become very fast. It may only be half an hour inside, but in fact you have been chatting for four or five hours.

The exchange of ideas is always so fast, otherwise how can there be sparks from the collision, haha.

alright,

Come,

You three, please come in."

Karen and Alfred saluted Davins, and they must have a little more respect for political cadres.

Davinsi returned the gift;

Richard was slow for two beats, and after he had taken two steps, he stepped back and saluted after seeing this.

Mr. Memphis in the back saw this scene and sighed. He discovered that every time he saw his son standing with Karen, he would get angry easily.

When Karen walked into the hut, the light dimmed instantly, and then there was a feeling of complete isolation from the outside world.

There was a chair and a table inside, and Karen sat down on the chair.

There was a copy of "Symmetra" on the table. At this time, it opened automatically, and the shadow of a quill floated out, exuding a solemn and profound atmosphere.

…

Richard took a deep breath nervously. At this moment, it seemed that even the most devout believers of order would feel nervous. His fists were clenched and he was already sweating.

Quill spoke condescendingly to Richard and said with dignity:

"Let me ask you a few questions first."

…

Alfred took out his small notebook, held the pen, crossed his legs, looked at the quill suspended in front of him, took a deep breath, and smiled. He really liked this atmosphere.

He should remember this feeling and imitate a similar situation next time he has the opportunity to recruit new people to join the church.

Quill said to Alfred calmly:

"Let's discuss the first topic first."

…

The quill shadow in front of Karen finally returned to calm after a series of rapid flashes and pulls, but Karen sat for a long time without speaking to the quill in front of him.

Is the instrument broken? Or is there something wrong with the formation?

Karen leaned forward and asked doubtfully: "Excuse me, can we start?"

Quill responded:
Chapter completed!