Chapter 484

Victor returned to Pinghu Town and did not find father Miller at Randall church site. The church attendant who supervised the progress of the project told the Lord that father Miller was waiting for him in the East Chapel of Pinghu Town.

The Eastern Church is the cemetery Church in Pinghu Town, which is relatively remote. Many evergreen cypress trees with straight trunk were transplanted around the cemetery. Like silent soldiers, they guard the cemetery in Pinghu Town, setting off a solemn and quiet atmosphere. Miller stood alone in front of the tombstone of a new tomb in a white coarse linen priest's robe. His thin and rickety body looked particularly lonely among the tombstones.

"Tarno, the vassal soldier of the Randall family, the centurion of the mercenary corps, died in the river beach Fishman war."

Victor walked beside Miller, looked at the tombstone and whispered: "Tarno and his grandfather were my earliest followers. The first impression I had of him was that at my wedding with Lilia... The boy secretly loved Lilia. He drank half a barrel of purple cane wine and was drunk unconscious... Later, the ant man attacked the hill camp of Randall family, and I ordered the followers to retreat from the cableway. Tarno's grandfather was on his way to Heibao town He couldn't keep up with the team and disappeared. Tarno became an orphan. Markar, a war bear mercenary, adopted him. Both father and son died in the river. "

Victor looked at the tombstone next to tarno and shook his head and sighed: "Lord Nelson wanted to save them at that time, and markar told him to go away with his eyes... Markar didn't expect that he refused Nelson's help, and tarno also refused his order. Tarno chose to meet thousands of crazy fishmen with his adoptive father, his boss and the captain of the third brigade of the mercenary Corps. I thank markar and his son for defending the honor of Randall family with their lives Yao, thank them for their loyalty to me and for smearing the color of mercenary flags with blood and courage, but I'd rather they be deserters, tie black belts and start all over again... Tarno is only 22 years old and has just become a father. "

"May their souls be at peace in the kingdom of the LORD God."

Father Miller drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest and said solemnly, "no matter rich or poor, power and status, strong or weak, wisdom and stupidity, everyone has a long sleep. This is the fairness of life."

"Truth." Victor's first jaw.

"I mean, the eastern cemetery is a little small."

Father Miller turned his face, stared into Victor's eyes and said seriously, "tarno's son will also be your soldier... There will be more hired soldiers to work for you, won't there?"

Victor nodded and said, "not everyone is qualified to be buried in this cemetery... This is for my initial followers. Of course, Pinghu Town will become Pinghu City. Every brave soldier, hardworking farmer and clever craftsman of Randall family will have their own place to sleep. This is the responsibility of the Lord, and I promise to do it."

"Come on, let's talk about the problem."

The old priest did not deny Victor's words and led him to the cemetery church.

The cemetery church is not a real church. It is the private Church of the Lord's family. Only when family members are buried, the resident priest will send a trainee priest to preside over the funeral and pray, and receive donations from the families of the dead. Usually, the cemetery church is managed by the family grave keeper, and the building scale will not be too large.

The cemetery Church in Pinghu Town is a three story green brick building. The tomb keeper has been temporarily transferred by Victor's personal guards, and the chapel is empty. Miller closes the door, walks to the chair opposite Victor, sits down, and says with a smile, "have you seen the Carsons? I hope you can redeem the family of the original sinners."

Victor's heart suddenly felt bad, patted his chest and said: "No problem, I'll send someone to pick up the Carsons and arrange a job for them... Oh, by the way, Lilia is going to open up a natural pasture on the west side of Randall's collar. She just needs shepherds... It has beautiful scenery and fresh air, which is very suitable for the three Carsons..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Father Miller interrupted Victor's endless narration and sneered, "will the problem I encounter be so simple?"

Victor said dejectedly, "you don't want me to relax the policy of absorbing refugees and allow the original sinners and the disabled to enter Randall's collar?"

The divine family was silent and looked at the young Lord like "you're right". Victor was secretly angry and said coldly, "the priest has no right to interfere in the policies of the secular Lord. Your Excellency has exceeded his authority..." after thinking about it, he slowed down and said: "Randall's teaching area is still fragile. If I allow disabled refugees to enter Randall's area, many such people will flow into Pinghu Town... You know, Randall's family has a huge financial burden. There are many large projects in the territory that need to be built, and they are paid according to work. Migrant workers need to work hard to earn money. It's not easy for disabled refugees to make a living in Randall's area. I'll let them go The leniency policy may not be good for them. "

"Why is it difficult for disabled refugees to earn a living in Randall?"

Miller asked himself and replied, "Randall led to break up the refugee groups into migrant worker families and promote monogamy. If there is a disability in the migrant worker family, there must be a healthy person to take care of him. This family has one less labor force and two more burdens, so life is naturally difficult."

Victor touched his nose and said, "old man, I didn't expect you to have this insight."

Miller rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I deal with refugees the most. I don't know how they make a living. Every refugee group will always have disabled people more or less, either injured by fighting with other groups or born. When the refugee group goes to a new place to make a living, first send the disabled to the workhouse of the church, and then pick them up after they are settled."

Victor asked curiously, "didn't you abandon it?"

"It's not normal... Unless the refugee Gang is broken up, there's no way." Miller shook his head and explained, "the disabled can receive a relief every day. Sometimes the refugee groups have to rely on their relief to fill their stomachs temporarily. Moreover, the refugees are believers and are not easy to break the rules."

"Victor, I'm not trying to interfere with Randall's policy of hosting refugees." Miller painstakingly advised, "since you broke up the refugee Gang, I hope you will consider for the migrant worker's family. What if there is a disabled person among their family members? Expel them from Randall's collar? How can you let them live without the refugee gang and leave Randall's collar?"

"This... People who are disabled due to war and engineering will have a pension." Victor said awkwardly. He really didn't think about these problems carefully.

"What about those who were accidentally disabled?" The old priest stared at Victor with burning eyes and spit: "pension? Lack of hands and feet, paralysis can't move, pension has fart function, can manage for a lifetime?"

"I see what you mean." Victor nodded and said, "I'll order people to build the workhouses in villages and towns first... As for the relief of the disabled, it's your duty. The eleventh tax is mainly for this purpose... Why can't the church let me pay for the disabled believers... No matter what, I'll donate more money, and you'll always be satisfied?"

"Dissatisfied!"

Father Miller patted the table and said sadly: "You're pretending to be blind for me, aren't you? The workhouse can take care of them for a while, but if they have family, they can't live in the workhouse. The most thing the workhouse can do is distribute rations for relief. The problem hasn't been solved at all! Look at the Carson family. The husband and wife have to take care of their children. They can only count as one and a half labor, and the child can only receive half of the relief rations..."

Victor impatiently interrupted Miller and said coldly: "Since there is a family, the family must take care of it. As for the child... He is a sinner. I am the Lord of Randall, and I am only responsible for the people of Randall. I can help you improve the workhouse of Randall Parish, but I will not allow the sinners and the disabled to enter Randall!"

The old priest stared at Victor, shook his head and said, "no one bears the original sin!"

Victor was silent for a moment and said, "as early as 5000 years ago, the church confirmed that idiots, mentally retarded and madmen are related to blood defects. This defect will spread to the people with the proliferation of blood and can not be redeemed."

"Not all blood defects!" Miller said with certainty: "pregnant women are frightened, malnourished, accidentally injured, and eat poisonous food... All may cause mental damage to their babies. Laura is hungry and uses slightly poisonous hemp to satisfy her hunger, resulting in brain problems in her children."

Victor forced his lower lip, shook his head and said, "but you can't tell whether every mentally handicapped person is a blood defect or an accidental injury. All the priests in the church can't do this... Have you ever thought that once this rule is exceeded, there will be endless consequences!"

"You're right. I can't redeem those who bear the original sin." Miller nodded sadly, raised his eyes and asked, "don't the Carsons need redemption?"

"According to the religious rules, casan and his wife can no longer have children. They have only one child, a child they need to take care of all the time. However, they always grow old. When they are too old to work, do you know what they will do?"

The God dependents stood up, pointed to the direction of the camp tremblingly and said in a harsh voice, "they will strangle their sons first! Strangle their own flesh and blood!"

"Do you know what this is called? Killing relatives! The greatest sin in human nature!"

Muddy tears flowed down the gully on his face, and the God's family sobbed bitterly: "child, can you feel the despair of those who kill relatives? I hope you can redeem the last kindness in human nature and don't let them sink into the sin of killing relatives."

The heavy topic of killing relatives pierced Victor's chest like a cold blade, revealing his bloody heart. He thought of his father, the father on earth, who was paralyzed because of his slip and fall. He was regarded as a burden by his cousin's family and starved to death in bed.

Victor's hatred in his previous life has gone with the wind. His father's last words before his death are especially in his ears: live well.

This exhortation is full of his father's attachment to life and his reluctance to give up his son, which has created Victor's tenacious and unyielding character. He never gave up hope in the face of adversity. He stumbled all the way and encountered countless difficulties and obstacles, which were solved one by one by him and came to this day.

"I can understand... I can understand..."

Victor muttered to himself. He understood Miller completely.

Randall led the implementation of the tenant system, breaking up refugee groups into monogamous wage families. Small families do not have the power to resist the center, and their ability to bear risks has been reduced to the extreme. If family members are disabled and mentally retarded, it will cause a disastrous blow to the small family. When the employing family can't bear the disaster, the worst result is to kill relatives.

If a man kills his own blood relatives, what else can he do?

Every small family is the most basic cell of society. Unhealthy cells may die out automatically, or they may become tumors that invade the body. If a small family in order to take care of and treat disabled members, parents can't go out to work, bear heavy debts, have difficulty eating, let alone learning and progress. The family was disintegrated and impoverished family members flowed into society. Family problems have become social problems, and crimes such as robbery, theft, murder and arson will arise.

The problem lies there. Those in power throw the risk to small families and pretend to be deaf and dumb and turn a blind eye. The problem is still there. It has nothing to do with good and evil, and is related to the stability of rule.

The indispensable part of a mature society is the welfare security system. Victor's tenant system is now in full swing, but he did not improve the social security system of tenant system, but borrowed the relief system of Guanghui church.

The problem is that the church's relief system relies on the forces of village clans and refugee groups, which is incompatible with the tenant system!

The best solution to the tenant system security system is to establish welfare homes to focus on taking care of the disabled members of employee families, so that employee families can have the energy to work and study and help them improve their living standards. Hired families become rich and pay more taxes. They can also provide strong soldiers and smart craftsmen to the Lord, forming a virtuous circle.

The reality is that the church does not have so many people to focus on the disabled. They need the power of secular lords.

However, theocracy belongs to the church and secularity to the Lord. Redemption is the field of the clergy. Victor's rash intervention in the field of redemption must touch the bottom limit of the glorious church.

The glorious code is no joke!

Victor thought for a long time and said irritably, "I have to write a letter to Clement on this matter, discuss with him and put forward some suggestions." He looked at the old priest with tears on his face and complained, "I'm the Lord, not the Pope. What's the use of looking for me? You should plead with the church yourself!"

Miller raised his sleeve and wiped his face. He cried, "you can't write a letter! I don't care for my own words! The church is not Clement has the final say... He may not support you. You've scattered the refugees' group into a hired family. You have to solve this problem. Let's do it first."

Victor was furious, stood up, waved and said: "Do you want to kill me? I'll make it clear to you today. I've done what the church should do. What else should the church do? Don't you let me dig the corner of the church? The church does what the church does, and the Lord does what the Lord does. This is the rule! The power of the rule exceeds the power of any individual. Sylvia must abide by the rule, not to mention me? You can't Exception, understand? "

"The man who made the rules died thousands of years ago, and there is no ashes left." Miller said faintly, "what's terrible about a stone statue on the holy mountain of light?"

Victor gasped, thumbed up and said, "a priest dares to say that about the first Pope... It's really you."

Miller was dismissive of Victor's sarcasm and said sincerely: "Son, I was willing to stay because you did what the church should do. You built long houses and made woolen jackets. No one died of hunger and cold in more than 20000 migrant workers. I saw extraordinary power in you. Ask yourself why you are unwilling to accept the blood of the moon elves? Why don't you want to ascend the throne of power? Blood is the way and also the way It's a cage, and so is power. You've figured out these problems. Whether you're willing to redeem the last kindness or not, I'll help you heal the withering of your blood. "

Blood is a cage? Power is a cage?

Victor seemed to grasp something, but he didn't seem to see anything clearly. He stood for a long time, nodded sternly to father Miller, and dragged his heavy steps outside the church.

Before going out, he stopped, turned his head, touched the corners of his mouth, reluctantly smiled and said, "I will think clearly... I will also think of a solution. I always have a way."

When the gate of the cemetery church was closed, Miller sat alone at the table, smiled, shook his head and said to himself:

"Yes, you can always think of ways... All you need is the courage to recognize the road."