"Praise to Rilisa!"

"Praise the wall god!"

The young man and his son-in-law were sitting across from each other.

"Alas."

Mr. Bede sighed and sat in a more natural posture than before.

Karen did the same and leaned back.

Eunice came over with a tray with two rolls of hot towels on it. She handed one roll to her father with a clip and the other to Karen.

Both men unfolded the hot towel with their fingers, shook it gently back and forth, and then covered it on the back of their hands.

Afterwards, Mr. Bader wiped his hair with a towel, and Karen put the towel on her face.

"Eunice, your grandfather and your second uncle will be back soon. Prepare some towels for them too."

"Okay, Father."

After Eunice left, Mr. Bede hung the towel on the easel, stood up, and said:

"Master Karen, I think we can go to the study to talk."

"Um."

Karen also threw the towel on the easel, but failed to hang it. The towel slipped and smeared the middle part, which happened to separate the people under the eaves in the painting from the performance hall in the distance. Judging from the effect of the painting,

Look, it seems like there are two "worlds" under one screen.

Bede stood behind Karen and praised:

"That's what inspires art."

Karen smiled and said: "It was just an accident."

Bede shook his head and said: "Many artists' inspiration actually comes from accidents, but they are embarrassed to say so, or no one will believe them if they say it."

Karen nodded: "I believe what the artist says."

The two went up to the third floor and entered the study.

"Where do you sit or where do I sit?" Karen pointed to the seat behind the desk.

"It must be you, young master." Mr. Bede bowed slightly and took the initiative to sit at the desk.

Karen didn't refuse and sat down behind the desk.

"So, is this the reason why you can't awaken your bloodline, Mr. Bede?"

Bede nodded and said: "It should be."

Faith is exclusive;

It is impossible to say that I believe in him and her at the same time. That is called a hobby, not a belief.

When Mr. Bede chose to believe in the Wall God Cult, he naturally could no longer inspire his family's bloodline, nor could he follow the family's belief system.

After all, even though the scale and influence of the Wall God Sect has always been very small, and at the same time, in the last era, the Wall God Rielsa was defined as an evil god by the God of Order and suppressed, no one can erase the fact that the Wall God Sect is a

"Church" facts.

"You surprised me," Karen said, "how well you hide it."

Even Pu'er was not discovered.

Of course, if Pu'er discovers it, it probably won't be angry because the descendants of the family believe in a cult. Instead, it will most likely be pleasantly surprised because a strange melon grows among a group of dwarf winter melons.

After all, unlike the remnants of the Light God Religion, which are now being tacitly suppressed by major churches, the only one who is truly sensitive to the Wall God Religion is the Order God Cult;

After all, the Wall God Rielsa was suppressed by the God of Order himself, so the two churches were naturally at odds with each other. However, even at the peak of the Wall God Cult, the relative Order God Cult was only a small fish, so even if Order was

The Divine Religion does not have much enthusiasm in "eliminating the evil" of the remnants of the Bishen Religion.

Therefore, Mr. Bede believes in the Wall God Cult. As long as he does not go outside and preach loudly, basically no one will deliberately come to cause him personal trouble.

oh,

But there is a family trouble here, because Karen remembers that the black coral powder production workshop under the name of the Allen family is exclusively for the York City Order of God, so once this matter is exposed, it will affect the Allen family's business.

"When did you first come into contact with the Wall God Cult?" Karen asked.

"When I was very young...even when I was very young, I was very interested in painting," Mr. Bader said.

Karen nodded,

He knew that this was a kind of answer-style foreshadowing. The purpose of most people choosing this kind of answer-like foreshadowing was to buy time for them to think about the next lie.

"Actually, my family's bloodline talent may not be very high. My eldest brother and my second brother successfully awakened when they were very young. I was much slower than them, but I already felt a little bit about it at that time.

But Master Karen, you should understand that children like to be competitive, even with their own brothers, especially in a family like ours.

Therefore, although I can slightly feel the blood of my ancestors in my body, I also understand that my talent is much worse than that of my two brothers, so I am not very keen on taking this path.

Then, I found records about the Wall God Cult in the family library, and I felt that this should be something I wanted to pursue.

In the beginning, it was really just a hobby.

I began to look for those mural painters, and also communicated with those wandering painters, trying to integrate into their circles as much as possible;

Then, I successfully found a believer of the Bishen Cult, and he took me into the "hall" of the Bishen Cult. There, I came into contact with the teachings of the Bishen Cult, and I also saw the true God in an illustration.

Image of Rielisa.

I was shocked by the teachings, and I was fascinated by Rielisa;

In the end, I willingly believed in the Wall God Cult under his guidance.

If I didn't believe in the Wall God Religion, maybe in two or three years, or four or five years, when I reach adulthood, I should be able to reach the bloodline level one.

However, maybe the ancestors also realized that my faith was not pure enough, so they didn’t choose me from the beginning.”

When it comes to this,

Mr. Bede raised his head and looked at the portrait of the ancestor Allen hanging on the wall behind the desk.

"It's a bit ironic." Karen said as he poked the table with his pen, "After all, it was you who sat in this position before."

The patriarch sitting under the portrait of the ancestor actually believed in a foreign religion.

However, Karen quickly added:

"But if you draw this picture, even if you draw it realistically without making any changes, you will still find it beautiful."

Hearing these words, Bede closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and showed an expression of great enjoyment;

Real artists are lonely. For them, the happiest thing is actually meeting someone who has the same aesthetics as themselves, triggering a resonance, and this resonance can prove that they are on the road full of darkness.

, in fact, he is not alone.

"Master Karen, I have wanted to draw this painting many times. You are right, it is really beautiful.

When outsiders see this painting, they will only think that it is a very simple picture showing the patriarch at work;

But when people who know the inside story appreciate it, they can feel the beauty of silent irony.

However, out of respect for the ancestors, I still controlled my desire to write."

"So I'm curious about something." Karen looked at Mr. Bede, "Please don't blame me for asking too bluntly."

"Excuse me."

"Can you fight?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that I'm good at painting, not fighting."

"Anything else?" Karen asked, "I want to be more specific."

"Without your arrival, the family would still continue to face pressure from the Raphael family. This has nothing to do with whether I hide my beliefs or not.

You should know that if I reveal my beliefs, my family's situation will only get worse.

Therefore, my father and I have the same view in this regard, that is, your arrival has brought hope to the Allen family.

and,

After seeing a pool of holy water in the auditorium, we can even hope for more."

A smile appeared on Karen's face.

"You don't believe what I say?" asked Mr. Bader.

Karen lied: "No, I believe what you said."

Mr. Bede nodded and said: "Yes, who would watch their family in danger and remain indifferent and just hide themselves? After all, my surname is Allen."

"Of course, you are still the patriarch."

However, what appeared in Karen's mind was Linda's letter to him and Piaget with disheveled hair.

For the sake of religious belief, Linda could leave her husband twice;

so,
To be continued...