Chapter 240 5.32 Sophie's Exam

At the same time, Wind's End Castle.

Nefertiti, who was living in Sophie's sea of ​​consciousness, looked at the girl in front of her speechlessly. As a pharaoh in two lives, she couldn't understand why this 5-year-old girl had such a deep fear of the "teacher" in front of her.

And today was the most nervous she had ever seen Sophie.

Because today, she would have the final exam in the church school.

"The first of the Ten Commandments of Moses is that you can have no other gods besides me."

"The second is that you cannot carve statues for yourself and you cannot kneel down to any other gods."

While eating breakfast, Sophie ate bread while flipping through the small notebook in front of her with her little hands. It was filled with test content one by one. Since last night, Sophie had read it countless times.

She didn't even need to feel her fear, she could see it simply from the girl's eyes.

Nefertiti was living in the girl's body. Along the way, the two defeated the Storm God and the Golden Core Sword Cultivator, dissected the dead Sword Cultivator's body, took out his internal organs, and then used secret methods to transform them into Anubis Warriors.

When doing all these bloody tasks, Sophie's eyes never had a trace of fear.

But at this moment, she was facing a great enemy.

"Little sister, you know that this thing is just a bunch of nonsense!" Nefertiti whispered in her ear.

"Let's not talk about my era. Just speaking of this era, there are at least seventy or eighty kinds of gods, including the Outer Gods, Ancient Gods, and Old Ones in the Western Continent alone.

Among these gods, some are dead and some are alive.

This Mr. Moses said, 'There can be no other gods besides me.' Isn't this just a lie!"

"Big sister, no matter how many gods there are, you haven't seen how terrifying Principal Jerome is!"

"My classmates all know that this thing may not be true, but what can we do? Well, just treat it as a joke to the principal!"

"As long as I can avoid the winter vacation remedial class and ask me to write 'Sophie is a pig', I will write it without hesitation!"

Neftiti smiled and rubbed Sophie's little head. She couldn't help but sigh that the group of monks of the Holy Bishop did show her unprecedented efficiency in "operating the church".

In the era when Nefertiti lived, a god of death nailed to the cross would not have any appeal at all. Everyone is looking for a backer. Who doesn't want to find a backer better than others?

Who can still hope that the gods they believe in are dead?

However, the Holy Bishop did it.

The schools they opened seemed to require a lot of manpower and material resources, but in the long run, this was a very clever brainwashing.

Almost all parents who need to work outside would like to have a facility to help them take care of their children. And if this facility can be effectively managed, provide free meals, and teach children some knowledge necessary for survival

No one will refuse such a welfare institution.

In time, they will be able to plant the seeds of the Holy Bishop in the minds of all children. Regardless of whether they believe in religion or not, they will habitually send their children to school when they grow up.

In this way, the Holy Bishop can spread in the Western Continent at a crazy speed. In just a few hundred years, this church has become a behemoth that is above all countries.

No one cares whether the god on the cross is dead or alive, and how much benefit it can bring to themselves. It has become an indisputable fact that everyone cannot do without the Holy Bishop.

Half an hour later, Sophie entered the examination room with her schoolbag. While walking, she kept taking out her notebook to check the knowledge points she had recorded. When all the children were seated, the holy bishop monks rang the bell and handed out the test questions to each child.

According to the tradition of the church school, every test paper distributed was hand-painted by the monks on papyrus.

"I declare that the test begins now." Jerome, holding a pointer and standing under the cross, said solemnly.

"If you get 40 of the 50 questions correct, you can return home to see your parents and spend the winter vacation!"

"If you get more than 10 questions wrong, you will continue to stay in the church school during the winter vacation and attend winter vacation tutoring!"

Hearing the words "winter vacation tutoring", Sophie shuddered subconsciously, and immediately took out a feather pen from her schoolbag, lightly dipped it in the ink placed on the corner of the table, and then began to fill in the test paper in front of her.

Question 1

The Gospel of the Holy Lord (should benefit all living beings)

Question 2

In (392 AD), the Holy Bishop replaced the Pantheon and was established as the state religion by Rome.

Question 3

The "scourge of God" that frightened the Romans refers to (Attila the Hun), whose invasion made (the Western Roman Empire) exist in name only.

The students in church schools were as young as 5-8 years old, while the older ones were even around 12 years old. In the Middle Ages, there was naturally no way to accurately divide grades and classes. When everyone was in class together, the test papers were naturally easy and difficult.

For example, there was a long list of questions after the fill-in-the-blank questions.

Question 1

Detailed description of three ways of preaching

Sophie tapped her head lightly, then used the pen tip to write carefully

1. Carry the cross, walk on strange lands, insert it into the ground, and show the existence of the Lord.

2. Build the "House of the Lord" (church) to accept people to come and worship, and hold worship activities every week to let the believers accept each other.

These days, every night she either went out to check the traces of the "Zoroastrianism" believers or went out to kill people, leaving Sophie with not enough time to sleep. Therefore, she basically crammed for three days for this exam. In the memory of key knowledge points, the girl was inevitably missing something.

Sure enough, when answering this question, the girl was stuck.

"As far as preaching is concerned, killing is the most convenient method," Nefertiti said lightly, "No additional methods are needed. The gods I believe in can make me kill you more quickly, which seems to be enough."

"However, in terms of the combat effectiveness shown by the Holy Lord believers now, they are far from being strong. So this may not be the correct answer in the mind of the old monk."

However, Sophie, who really couldn't remember the third item, was like grabbing a life-saving straw. She tilted her head and looked at Nefertiti

"Sister, is it really okay?"

Nefertiti did not answer.

All Egyptians born around 1400 AD, no one can forget the ten disasters launched by the Holy Lord Jehovah. The destructive power of this powerful ancient god left an indelible shadow in the heart of young Nefertiti.

At this time, her biggest question was where did the Holy Lord Jehovah go?

Did he die?

Or did he find a new planet and start a new missionary career?

Because if this god still existed, the Holy Bishop would definitely not worship such a dead mortal body on the cross.

Shaking her head slightly, she did not intend to continue thinking about this question.

Sophie dipped the feather pen into ink, and when she was about to write the word "killing" on the test paper, a huge figure suddenly came over.

While Jerome was looking away, he secretly put a small piece of paper into Sophie's hand.

The paper was full of the correct answers to the test paper.

Raising her head slightly, Sophie looked at the broad back in a decorative robe, as if she had seen the real savior.