Chapter 2392

Rebecca was sitting on a bench by the pond, her dangling feet swaying slightly, and her skirt reflected swayingly on the calm water.

"It's true that I'm a clergyman, but I don't want my private life to be completely occupied by religious activities, and my every move will be severely inspected by the public under a magnifying glass, and I will live like a clay idol with no freedom."

"The same voters, as long as the gender is reversed, you will find that the situation is completely different."

"The most successful precedent in this regard is undoubtedly the founding monarch of the Holy Ashean Empire. Wasn't he a voter who was favored by Pelor at the beginning? With this identity, he called on believers to rise up to overthrow the brutal rule of the Arcane Empire, and after the success of the revolution, he established a new empire."

"Actually, not only His Majesty Alexander I, the founding monarch of the Holy Ashean Empire, is the chosen one of the Sun God, but even the several allies who followed him to resist the Arcane Empire at the beginning also have the status of chosen ones, and later became Canaan, Hailan, Feizhen Together with the monarchs of Boshua countries, they jointly created the "Holy Light Era" that continues to this day, and the Church of Peiluo has thus become the universal religion of the world of Vales." Joan added.

"All these sages who made their fortunes in the church and eventually became the founding kings, was any of them a woman?" Rebecca asked.

Joan shook his head frankly.

No, not one.

"Tradition is like this. You may not like it, but you must respect its power."

"We live in an era of rapid change. 'Enlightenment thought' and 'republicanism' are reshaping the ideological outlook of this generation of young people, but their influence is limited to the intellectual class, and the general public, which is ten times the number of intellectuals, is still there. Living in tradition, they can barely accept a queen who inherits the throne according to feudal law, but they can never accept a female politician who believes in republicanism, let alone a female congressman or even a female head of state."

Joan looked at Rebecca in surprise.

"You are a noble lady!"

"So what?" Rebecca asked.

"Miss Noble believes in republicanism. Don't you find it awkward that your ideals are in conflict with your interests?"

Before today, Rebecca had never publicly stated her political spectrum, and Joan always felt that she was a neutral "royalist".

"Look, even progressive young people like you think that people like me should be born royalists, how can ordinary people agree with my ideas?"

"Miss Noble advocates republicanism, supports the abolition of the monarchy and the privileges of the nobility, and the revolution has come to her own head. Is this a disease? It would be polite not to call me schizophrenic in person."

Rebecca sighed.

Joan was speechless.

He always felt that he couldn't find a suitable position in society. He could not only sympathize with the aboriginals and black slaves, but also couldn't completely abandon the colonizer's standard thinking.

Every time I find myself an "outsider" who is incompatible with the general public, and sometimes I feel that I am an "extra person" who is out of touch with the trend of the times, and I have been trying to find the meaning of life. The more I suspect that life is likely to be meaningless, the more I search for it, and it ends up in emptiness. I feel deeply anxious, depressed, and tormented in my soul.

Hearing Rebecca reveal her heart at this moment, Joan realized that her situation was not special.

In this era of rapid change, ideological contradictions and spiritual confusion are precisely the echoes of the wave of the times in the hearts of young people. Many traditional morals and values ​​have to be redefined. In the process, everyone who lives seriously has to face the torture of the soul, and find their own direction in the long night of the journey.

The common spiritual dilemma brought the two young people closer. Joan took the initiative to hold Rebecca's hand, trying to convey some warmth and encouragement to her.

"Anyway, at least I can understand you."

"Thank you, it's rare that you can say something so touching that you want to cry."

The girl rubbed her sore nose and made a face at him with red eyes.

"After I withdraw from the competition, my father's career can only be inherited by George."

"He is my lord's paladin, one of the most outstanding young generals in the Alfheim colony, and now with the halo of the voters, no matter whether he is promoted in the army or joins the political circle, he will go smoothly and have a bright future bright."

"Mr. Colonel is a true gentleman, he deserves the favor of Goddess of Fortune." Joan said sincerely.

"It's just a pity for Martha. She has no ambitions. She just wants to be a good wife and mother and take care of her family... For the cause of her father and husband, she has to make sacrifices now." Rebecca couldn't help sobbing.

Joan also felt sore.

Among the women he got acquainted with, Martha seemed to be the one who lacked the most personality, completely in line with the public's perception of "well-known ladies" and "traditional women". It is hidden in the ordinary, but few people can perceive the sacrifices made silently by these ordinary and great women.

If George Vassar can make a career in the future, the person who should be most grateful is his wife, Mrs. Martha.

"Okay, let's not talk about these sad things, let me show you something good."

Rebecca touched her pocket and took out a silver hairpin.

"This is a gift from my father. He originally wanted to give it to my mother. Please forgive me."

"It's a pity that because of his poor health, and because he felt too guilty for his mother, he didn't dare to go home and apologize to her in person, so he kept procrastinating until his mother passed away, but he couldn't give this carefully prepared gift. Just leave it to me."

Rebecca sighed, playing with the mithril hairpin and muttering to herself: "My father and sister said that I look a lot like my mother when I was young, maybe he regarded me as the incarnation of my mother, and hoped that I would forgive him for my mother .”

Joan looked at the hairpin in Rebecca's hand that entrusted Sir Custis' complex emotions, and the powerful divine power that rushed to his face made him feel dazzled.

"Is this hairpin...an artifact?" Joan asked in a low voice.

Rebecca carefully pinned the hairpin on her hair, then solemnly nodded.

"This is the legendary 'Fate Card' Barretta, an artifact made by my lord Karma Queen herself. Only female believers of my lord can exert its magic power."

Full of curiosity, Joan raised his hand to caress Rebecca's hairpin, and cast a spell to identify it.

...

"Fate Card" Baretta (Demos Artifact)

Level: High Artifact

Restrictions: Only for women (Demos believers)

Efficacy: The wearer has constant "death-proof barrier" and "mind barrier"; perception attribute +12 sacred bonus.

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A piece of lace gossip: Washington's extinct heir

George Washington often mentioned in his letters to friends that he wanted children, but he and his wife, Lady Martha, never had children.

Before marrying Washington, Martha was a wealthy widow who bore her late husband four children, the last of which was born two years before she married Washington.

Since Mrs. Martha was fine, the problem probably lay with Washington.