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Chapter 45 Strange Symptoms

Ryan raised his brows slightly. Could there be a follow-up to the last incident of the believers of the evil god?
Glancing at the many praying believers in the temple, Ryan turned to look at Barry and said:

"I'll leave for a while, and I'll leave the rest of the work to you."

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency Ryan." Barry bowed slightly.

After seeing a few people agreeing, Ryan nodded towards Sir Morrison, motioning him to follow him.

Ryan originally planned to convert the bedroom on the second floor into a reception room, but he just took over the church yesterday, so he hasn't had time to change it. Fortunately, in addition to the wooden bed for resting, there are two wooden chairs and a desk in the room. Hospitality is enough.

After taking Sir Morrison to the room on the second floor, Ryan took out two round-eared water glasses from the cabinet, took two glasses of cold water, and handed one of them to Sir Morrison.

"Sorry, I only have water to entertain you here." Ryan apologized.

"Water is the source of life." Sir Morrison smiled indifferently, raised his water glass and took a sip before continuing:
"I heard that Mr. Ryan has been promoted to a priest. I deliberately canceled a party today to cheer you up."

"I'm honored." Ryan responded with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two chatted about the follow-up of the previous incident of the believers of the evil god and some interesting things about the church, but the more they talked about Ryan, the more confused they became.

Sir Morrison specifically asked him if it was convenient for him to chat. Is it possible that he was doing it for the sake of family matters?It's impossible even if you think about it.

After a while, after glancing at Sir Morrison who was still calm, Ryan decided to break the deadlock for the sake of the 50 pounds just now.

"Cough cough." Ryan coughed lightly and interrupted the other party's old joke, and said with doubts:
"Mr. Morrison, I am honored to have you here today, but if I understand correctly, you seem to have something to say to me?"

Sir Morrison gave a "hmm" and glanced sideways at the empty second floor outside the door:

"I really want to ask you for something this time, Mr. Ryan."

Sure enough, he came to me for something, could it be a new entrustment?Ryan felt as if he could smell the entrustment.

Seeing that Ryan looked at him without speaking, Sir Morrison considered his language and tentatively said:

"Mr. Ryan, have you ever heard of a fortuneteller?"

Fortune teller?Ryan was taken aback. Is it the fortune teller he understood?
There is also an industry in this world that uses things like tarot cards and copper coins for divination, but he has never come into contact with people in this profession.

Although a little puzzled, Ryan didn't show it, but nodded:
"Go on, what happened to the fortune teller?"

Seeing Ryan's flat reaction, Sir Morrison seemed to be quietly relieved, and continued:
"A friend of mine recently had contact with a fortune teller, and even got a gold coin from the fortune teller."

"gold?"

"Yes, gold coins." Sir Morrison nodded:
"Since he met the fortune teller, his whole person has changed a lot. I suspect that the fortune teller may have done something to him, or there may be something wrong with that gold coin."

Ryan frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean by the change?"

Sir Morrison's expression was a bit tangled, as if he didn't know how to speak. After hesitating for a moment, he faltered and said:

"I can't say for sure, but I feel that he seems to have lost his desire for other things, and he will only be crazy about holding his gold coins every day."

Crazy about holding gold coins? Ryan is a little puzzled, what kind of symptom is this?
It can't be cursed to change sexual orientation from a woman to a gold coin, right?

After pondering for a moment, Ryan considered:

"I don't know if it's convenient for Sir Morrison to bring your friend to the church? I haven't seen it in person, so I can't judge what the problem is."

"Maybe your friend just encountered stimulation recently, and there may be some psychological problems."

Based on the description alone, it really doesn't sound like something related to the supernatural, and liking gold coins is not too strange a hobby.

Although he has never seen a fortuneteller in person, Ryan has seen recorded travel notes. These so-called fortunetellers are basically liars, and only a very small number of them may have a certain ability to predict the future.

"In fact, I have already brought him." Sir Morrison paused. "He is in the seat downstairs."

"Downstairs?" Ryan was stunned for a moment, and stood up to go downstairs to have a look, but he stopped after thinking about it, looked back at Sir Morrison and said:

"Mr. Morrison, is it convenient to bring your friend up to have a look? After all, there are other believers downstairs."

"Of course." Sir Morrison stood up and saluted, "Please wait for me here for a while."

Watching the other party leave, Ryan frowned subconsciously. He had some doubts that the person entrusted this time might just be mentally ill.

It wasn't that he was aimless. Sir Morrison and his friends were downstairs just now. If there was something wrong, he should feel a little bit.

And at that time, he was leading the believers to pray to the goddess, which in a sense was equivalent to being watched by the goddess.

It's just that they took the initiative to send themselves into the eyes of the goddess. As for whether the goddess will look at them, Ryan thinks that they generally don't look at them. After all, there are so many people praying every day.

But what if there is a problematic person among the praying people, and he is still praying in the divine light?

The goddess should take a look, right?

Forget it, it doesn't matter whether the goddess sees it or not. It's better not to send a mental patient. After all, his purpose of accepting the commission is to obtain karma, not to help people solve mental or physical diseases.

While Ryan was complaining, Sir Morrison also brought his friend up.

Just looking at it for the first time, he couldn't help frowning.

Without him, it is purely because he and Sir Morrison are at least five or six points similar in appearance, but he is much younger, probably only in his early twenties, and slightly older than Ryan.

Other than that, this friend didn't look like anything special. Although he looked a bit rough, he was also wearing a delicate silk formal suit.

It's nothing more than that the eyes look dull, and the right hand is tightly clenched, as if it seems to be holding something.

"Mr. Morrison." Ryan frowned slightly: "This...is the friend you mentioned?"

Sir Morrison gave a "hmm" and dragged the young man to Ryan:
"He's...a good friend of mine. Mr. Lane can just call him Edie."

Ryan stood up, first glanced at Sir Morrison suspiciously, and then greeted the young man:
"Good morning, Mr. Edie."

Edie didn't respond to his greeting, his empty eyes swept across Ryan's face, and then he lowered his head.

?

Ryan looked at Sir Morrison suspiciously. Could this be autism?

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