Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 829 Prayer
The skin on the chin is obviously fairer than other parts, and there are unshaven stubble in some places.He lowered his head and pushed open the small door beside the chapel with his shoulder, which took a lot of strength from him.Although he had a thick frame, this middle-aged man in sloppy clothes and with a thin expression was not a brave warrior.He couldn't have a handsome set of armor like the old knight to guard the door and resist the darkness, and he didn't have the courage to refuse his arrangement.Stepping into the cellar to take out the stored grain in the darkness more dangerous than the night.

The wheel-sized pancake in his arms was heavy, the man swallowed, and retracted his hands into his sleeves to avoid scratching the surface with his dirty nails.Some things cannot be chosen, he wants to get back to his destination, he must pass through the chapel, which has candle chandeliers, old pews, and the fleeing crowd.Since the emergence of that "black water", people have flocked to places of light like flocks driven by whips.Some lucky ones escaped the tide and made it ashore, while others found isolated lighthouses.

In the Church of the Holy Light, these spectacle-like buildings covered with gold leaf did not make the believers' atonement golden and white. The holy light blocked the darkness, and the light protected everyone within the chapel, but that was all.

"Father!" "Father!"

A few sharp-eyed refugees found him, and it was difficult for him to blend in with the beautiful stained windows. He tried to hide, but the white spots on the stains on his clothes and his sneaky appearance were always incompatible with holiness.They are calling for men, but the men feel that their calling is more like performing a pre-dinner etiquette.Those hungry green eyes didn't contain his cold face, only the full moon-shaped pancake in his arms.

The man hid the bread behind him, facing the crowd who gradually woke up amidst several shouts.Their faces were yellow and thin, and their eyeballs were full of fear and depression. The gloomy gaze made the man's body tremble, and also dispelled the regular trembling of his legs.

"The first portion is dedicated to the loving Lord..." He tried to stick out his tongue straight, in order to speak more fluently.Their sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the restlessness in the crowd, and their eyes turned from green to red.They could tear him apart with ease, the man had no doubts about that.

"...But the loving Lord is never stingy with the most pious believers." Trying to force a smile, the priest went to the crowd, broke off pieces of bread and handed them to the kneeling believers.He can't actually tell who is more loyal, but he can see who is stronger, fiercer, and more selfish.Where holy light is not necessarily useful, force must be useful.Those who were fed regained their strength, rallied around the priest, and considered themselves different from the rest.But even so, they canceled the "protection" of the priest when the bread completely disappeared from the hands of the priest.

After leaving the chapel and entering the inner hall, the priest wiped the sweat from his brow and cursed secretly while no one was there.The chaplain's resting place was deserted, as it had been when they first came, except for a chapel and an old knight.The priest pulled out the remaining pieces of bread from his pocket like a conjuring trick. Thanks to his nimble fingers, although it was only one-tenth of the original amount, it was still enough.

Walking towards the clergyman's office, he easily pried open the door lock with a wire. The priest quickly slipped in, closed the door gently, and locked it tightly. Only then did he feel a little relieved.

Because of the holy light, no candles are needed, and this small space is enough to be lit.A poplar desk, a collapsed bookshelf, a window with closed curtains, and a palm-sized statue of an angel. The facial features of the statue are vague, and it can only be vaguely seen as a male. Wan.

There is not only the priest here, but also a little girl who is lying on her side on the desk and sleeping soundly.Five or six years old, wearing delicate little leather boots, stains on the floral skirt, and beautiful braids that have been left unkempt for a long time are a little messy.Her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, and her natural red cheeks seem to contain a lot of vitality.

The priest lowered his breath, searched for a while, and poked the stain on her clothes with his fingers.

"Lucy, it's time to eat." After digging out the leftovers of the potholes, the priest put the "complete" bread on the table, with a book under it, and accidentally knocked down the angel statue when he went to get the water bottle, but The little girl lifted it up.Lucy sat up, she stared blankly at the priest, and the rhythmic hint of the priest's fingers made Lucy look at the sacrament on the book.

"Joseph, this is so big!" The priest exclaimed a little proudly, he moved his fingers subconsciously, letting them slide like waves, and said, "It's not big, it's not enough for a diligent and honest adult to eat, but for you Such a child is just enough."

Lucy smiled sweetly, knelt quietly on the table, muttered words and began to pray before the meal.Joseph wanted to be with her, but he had forgotten the prayer a long time ago, his gain represented someone's loss, and Joseph didn't think it was something to tell the Light.He still remembers what his mother said when he was a child, "Did you see these cows and sheep? Joseph, the reason why they are served on the table is because they didn't pray to the Holy Light before eating grass." His mother successfully frightened him , but not in the aspect of having to abide by the teachings, but that doing bad things must never be discovered.

Lucy took no longer to eat than to pray. She was probably starving. The last time was the day before Joseph shaved off his beard and pretended to be a priest.The old knight may not have noticed it with his old eyesight. The panicked people just wanted to find psychological comfort, and Joseph didn't want Lucy to be crowded in the chapel with others.Although the process was a little scary, it's good now.

Feeling being knocked on his chest, Joseph lowered his head and saw Lucy's little fist resting on his chest, he said, "What's wrong, Lucy?"

The girl turned her head to look at the blocked window. Outside the window was the darkness and despair that made humans panic.Everyone here knew full well what that was, including Joseph, including Lucy.

"Are we going to die?"

"Yes, Lucy."

Lucy laughed. She jumped off the table, threw back the curtains, sat down beside Joseph, and said cheerfully, "That's great. We'll see Mom and Dad soon, and Aunt Edna. Dad Mom will make us a big loaf of soft bread and a jug of milk, and Aunt Edna will bring out her secret bacon. We'll be fine in heaven, Joseph, don't be afraid, I'll be with Dad Mom introduced you, if Aunt Edna forgot to introduce you."

Joseph tried his best to smile, he looked up at the corner of darkness exposed outside the window, closed his eyes, and shut the fear in his eyelids.

"Thank you, Lucy."

(End of this chapter)