"Mr. Brown, it's not that fast. Even if everyone recovers, we'll have to stay for a while, just a month."

Wen Lin also has some regrets. Although the probability of human-to-human transmission of gray leather fever is very small, for the sake of insurance, there is still a need for an isolation and observation period.

But fortunately, the patient's condition got better and better in the following period, 4 severe cases began to turn into mild cases, and mild cases began to recover.

On the 20th day, after Wen Lin confirmed that the last patient had recovered, the epidemic in Yinhe Village officially ended.

Wen Lin, who had never taken off her true face in front of the villagers, also took off her beak burqa that day.

Although they knew that Wen Lin was a woman and had a certain understanding of her in the thirty days of getting along with her, after seeing Wen Lin under the burqa, the villagers were still unable to recover from their shock.

The light that pierced the clouds enveloped her, the wind blew her long silky black hair, tiny dust fluttered in the light and shadow around her, she held the knife, and her beautiful face was a pair of sadness and joy. Eye.

She is like a messenger between light and darkness. Light and sin are intertwined in her. She just stands there, which makes people sincerely want to follow and surrender.

Lucches was also looking at her, his usual indifferent golden pupils showed a painful and tangled emotion like the fusion of ice and fire.

Wen Lin saved herself and the believers in Yinhe Village.

The changes in Yinhe Village made Lucches deeply shocked. He observed Wen Lin's handling method. He was horrified to find that Wen Lin's posture overlapped with the image of the savior described in the Gospels.

Half of the patients in Inn River Village survived, which is a miracle that Lucches has never seen in any scriptures.

But Wen Lin is a heretic, a heresy who disrespects and does not believe in God, why did God give her protection.

Lucches began to question his assertion that Wen Lin was a heretic.

Especially Wen Lin's method of diagnosis made Lucches feel familiar. He thought of his mentor who had defected from the Holy See, Bishop Lumi.

Before sunset, Lucches, who had been silent, walked up to Wen Lin and sat down with his legs crossed.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, have you heard the name Lumi? Have you ever studied with him?"

This is the first conversation since the last time the two talked.

Wen Lin raised her eyebrows lightly without saying a word.

Lucches wasn't annoyed either, he maintained a calm expression, and the changing emotions floated in his eyes.

"My mentor, Bishop Lumi, is the savior bestowed by God on the world, but he betrayed the Holy See for a woman. I have seen the portrait of that woman, and it is an oriental face similar to your Excellency,"

"So what?" Wen Lin looked at him sideways and smiled, "Did Bishop Lumi become depraved after leaving the Holy See? Did he stop showing mercy to the poor? Did he stop doing good deeds?"

Lucches fell into a brief silence. It seemed that after the tutor sentenced the Holy See, no one cared about his subsequent actions. All people saw was his betrayal.

Shaking his head, Lucches said slowly, "I will always believe in my mentor,"

It's not completely unreasonable, Wen Lin smiled and continued to ask,

"Bishop Lucches, do goodness and justice only exist in the Holy See? If you don't believe in religion, then you can only call it evil?"

Just like at this moment, "I, who you call a heretic, saved you, am I doing evil?"

"What is the god that the Holy See preaches to worship? Is it the rope called morality, the greedy desire, the attachment to authority, the thought imprisoned in the barren land?"

Wen Lin's voice was very light, but it fell into Lucches' ears, but it seemed like a question from the kingdom of God, so calm that it seemed like she had already understood everything.

Lucches turned his head abruptly, he stared at Wen Lin, his chest was burning with fire, he shouted angrily,

"Your Excellency, the Holy See is the tower of all lofty beliefs, the palace, and the vitality ignited on all the barren and decaying plains,"

At this moment, Lucches' blood was solidified. He seemed to be in the boundless snow field. The withered weeds were blown by the cold wind. A few fir trees stood sporadically in the distance. He was stiff, as if in winter. The dying prisoner can't wait for the arrival of spring.

Under Wen Lin's questioning, his world began to collapse, and he was careful

The kingdom of faith that Wing maintained was torn apart so easily, revealing the bloody darkness underneath.

Do not! not like this!

After the struggle and pain, Lucches forced himself to calm down, his eyes were filled with persistent restraint and madness, he seemed to be split in half.

Half of them are soberly looking at the corruption hidden under holiness, and the other half are cowardly huddled in the kingdom of God constructed by themselves.

Wen Lin coldly watched him struggling, watching him suffer, this was a kind of stubbornness that would make her hate it.

Wen Lin leaned to one side, like an aloof judge,

"Bishop Lucas, you are wrong,"

Lucches closed his eyes, he wanted to struggle out of the predicament in front of him, and he began to read the prayer again and again.

Wen Lin laughed mockingly without saying a word.

Lucches wanted to get out, but the breath of the people beside him, her face, her voice, every word she said, and even her breath made his soul feel a deep shudder.

He was trapped in a quagmire of pain from which he could not escape.

The moonlight spread across the dark sky, and the moonlight fell on Lucches' face, making his serious face even paler.

Lucches had been sitting beside Wen Lin for a long time, from midnight to late at night.

Wen Lin thought she could wait for an answer, but she was obviously disappointed.

Lucius, who suddenly opened his eyes, was as indifferent as a stone pier under the Brenzi Bridge, he flicked his robe and stood up, looking down at Wen Lin,

"Your Excellency, I will not judge you, but outside this village, these words will undoubtedly put you in prison,"

Wen Lin looked sideways at Lucches' back, and what he stayed behind was more like a warning, her tight lips hooked inadvertently.