The Coercion of Scum

Following the opened door, I took the lead in pulling Jasmine into the church.

"~~~"

After entering, I couldn't help blowing a whistle.

What do you say inside... It really looks like a standard church: a slightly dark interior, a high ceiling, dozens of chairs on the left and right, the statue of **** in front of it, and the left and right sides of the innermost side that I can’t understand. Of various carvings.

It should be a good time to choose, and there are indeed not too many religious believers today. After entering, we can only see twos and threes walking around with expressionless faces inside and then walking out.

The left and right sides are used for worshiping chairs, and Jasmine and I walked forward along the carpet in the middle and gradually walked towards the hall that exudes a sacred atmosphere.

Bletilla striata followed me cringly.

"Oh, it's too gloomy here, right? It's a vicious religious place."

"But there are no priests, priests, or anything."

I touched my head and mumbled.

Then I had an idea, and while Bletilla was still looking around with vigilance, I pulled Jasmine back and walked away.

"Hey? Where are you going?"

"Go find the staff here."

"But, shouldn't they be in the lobby?"

"No, this seems to be a lunch break, maybe they are not there."

As I said this, I walked to the church yard at the beginning, blocked the sunlight with my palm, and looked at the rows of houses.

Hmm...there shouldn't be any of those places, so it's the prayer room?

"Hey, Bletilla, do you know where the prayer room in this church is?"

"Uh, prayer room? What is that?"

This person... is really an idiot. He takes the unenlightened Catholic Church as an imaginary enemy, but doesn't understand his enemy at all. To put it bluntly, he has no brains.

I sighed and explained to her as I walked to the back of the church:

"I don't actually understand it. I don't know if it's called a prayer room or a confession booth. In short, religious facilities have this kind of room for receiving believers-of course it is for money.

"Oh……"

She muttered softly, and hobbled behind me.

After walking about 30 meters, our footsteps stopped.

Sure enough, there is a small room protruding from the northwest rear of the church. If you look closely, it is actually connected to the hall of the church, similar to the back door.

This design should be because the people who come to the confession room have unspeakable secrets, so be sure to ask for concealment when confessing and repenting.

When I reached the door, I knocked tentatively:

"That...is there anyone, please?"

Standing in front of the wooden door for about 30 seconds, there was no movement at all.

Isn't it no one?

In this case, wouldn't the whole church be completely empty? Not so, even if today's religious life is a bit poor, there will always be someone carrying their faith to move forward! ! !

Although I think I don't have any good qualities, I still attacked the world today.

"Ah, Darling, no one seems to be here. Let's go."

Jasmine seemed very happy to be able to leave here quickly, but she smiled and pulled my arm almost to drag me out. Judging from her trembling hands, Jasmine, the succubus, was really afraid of this religious occasion.

But naturally I was filled with disappointment. After all, it took so much effort to persuade Jasmine to come and receive treatment, but there is no one here?

Turning around, I wanted to ask Bletilla for help to see her idea, but this person just covered his mouth and smiled, saying something, "Sure enough, the coming of the mighty witch is predicted, so everyone here is going to take refuge." Such incomprehensible words.

Yang Tian sighed, I thought that there would be no results today.

"Unlucky."

I thumped the door of the confession room bitterly, and then I planned to leave.

However, there was a sudden commotion in the confession room where the door was closed.

"Oh, who is it, is it a devil?"

There was a pleasant female voice from inside.

Her tone was full of waking up, like a lioness who was awakened by a sweet dream and was so angry.

Bletilla and I exchanged glances at the same time.

There are really people inside! ! !

But to my surprise, the person who made the confession was not a pastor or priest, but a nun, and listening to her childish voice and tone, it should be someone under 20 years old.

I knocked on the door urgently.

"That... is the nun inside? I want to come over for help..."

"Oh, are you a believer? Please wait a minute, I just fell asleep."

The people inside made a awkward laugh, and then the door made a crash, probably because she unlocked the door.

"You can come in."

"Ok."

I pushed open the door in accordance with the words, and the inside of the confession room was immediately revealed.

This is a somewhat large space. In addition to the main entrance, there is also a back door connected to the hall. The confession room here is separated by wooden boards in several areas, probably to allow different people to confess at the same time.

"Welcome, lost lambs."

The girl scratching her head in the room gave us a holy smile.

"..."

When I saw her, not only me, but also Bletilla striata, who was still aggressive before, showed a slight sluggishness. As for Jasmine, she hugged my arm fearlessly, causing my arm to sink into the two lumps of her chest. In the gully created by fat.

What a pure and dreamy girl.