List of strange talismans

Chapter 38 The Prophet
Militia Bennett hadn't seen a priest other than Marne for many years.

Galanz Town is a basin on the map. Except for the traveling merchants who landed from Lanka Port, few people are willing to cross the mountains to come to such a remote town with a population of only a few hundred.

The church also has to consider the cost. Spreading the glory of the Heavenly Father here will not bring much profit. The only role is to occupy the territory.

Except for the Marne family, any clergyman is a novelty visitor in Galanz Town.

It was getting dark quickly today, and Bennett looked at the pastor who couldn't see his face clearly in front of him. The dress of the other party was slightly different from the pastor who served the heavenly father in his impression.

The first thing that catches the eye is a black robe with a hood and gold trim, and a pure black linen gown inside.

Bennett remembered that Mane called the garments vestments.

But unlike Marne's rough white linen weaving, the young pastor's vestment is extraordinarily delicate. Every cotton thread is so tightly stitched, as if pressed from a piece of natural and complete cloth. Go where there isn't even a single thread tangle.

Bennett couldn't recognize the complicated pattern outlined by the thin gold thread, but thought it was very beautiful and delicate.

"His robes must cost more than the mayor's suit."

The short militiaman sighed beside him, showing envious eyes.

Bennett also thought so, and he quickly judged from the delicate clothes that the identity of the pastor in front of him must be either rich or noble.

Perhaps a bishop of a denomination?

Bennett didn't dare to neglect, and said in the most gentle tone: "Sir, may I know your name?"

"Gu Xiuya."

Gu Xiuya lifted his hood, revealing black hair reaching his ears, and a pair of black pupils that shone slightly in the dark night.

The short militiaman trembled and raised his spear in a hurry: "The devil! He is a devil!"

"Shut up, you idiot!"

Bennett slapped him on the back of the head and hurriedly apologized to Gu Xiuya: "Please forgive his ignorance. A distinguished guest from the Far East."

"Have you seen people from the Far East?"

Gu Xiuya glanced at him.

Bennett shook his head: "I just heard from Pastor Marne. He said that he has a...wizard friend from the Far East."

Gu Xiuya recalled the scene when he first met Bennett. That time he was wearing the Taoist robe in the world of "Guan Xian", and was captured by the nearly two-meter-tall militia captain as a wizard, and was locked up for three full days.

The other party did not abuse him during the detention, and even delivered him meals on time.

The only thing that made Gu Xiuya helpless was that Bennett had repeatedly asked him to perform witchcraft to turn his three-year-old son into a beautiful daughter.

"Even if it's just changing his appearance, I'm really fed up with his face that doesn't look like me at all. In return I can let him marry you. As long as you don't mind his original gender."

Recalling Bennett's words, Gu Xiuya can only feel that the trend is a cycle. Futa is enduring.

Fortunately, this time, the high-end cosplay clothes he bought at a cost of 3 yuan played their due role.Successfully deterred these ancient people who had not been baptized by the industrial revolution.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Bennett glanced at the other party's equally delicate backpack, and asked humbly.

Gu Xiuya stretched out his hand, and there was something gleaming between his five fingers.

"God said, the sky will come."

He looked at the cathedral not far away: "Take me to see the servant of the Heavenly Father, this is a gift for your son."

Bennett was shocked by this sentence: "You, how do you know"

Gu Xiuya passed Bennett and walked into the town.

In the night, his voice echoed in the archway.

"God knows everything."

Marne stood by the altar of the church, looking at the night sky from the skylight.

It was very windy today, and the wind blew away the clouds, leaving only bright stars.

Tomorrow will be sunny.

As he thought about it, he saw from the corner of his eye many men and women carrying oil lamps, lying on the glass and looking inside.The human walls on the inner and outer floors made the air a little hotter.

These people are Galanz residents who followed Gu Xiuya all the way to the church.The ignorant people living in a corner gathered amidst the exclamations of 'devil', and the more they gathered, the more they gathered.Everyone's face showed the panic and uneasiness towards the black hair and black pupils.

In Ma En's view, if it weren't for Belt, a local, who escorted and explained all the way.If it weren't for Gu Xiuya's attire, he would seem to have a lot of background.The opponent is likely to be torn apart by the terrified residents before reaching the church.

Fortunately, the people of Galanz are still in awe of the church of the Father, and the crowd did not make too much noise after arriving at the church.The low-pitched conversation is not disturbing under the barrier of the door and windows, only the dense shadows elongated and projected to the ground under the reflection of different light sources, showing the chaotic situation outside the door.

"Welcome to Galanz, pagan friends."

Marne withdrew his gaze and looked at the young pastor at the bottom of the steps.

The light from dozens of oil lamps made the church flickering. Between the light and shadows, the golden silk pattern on the black robe faintly glowed. The bright colors reminded Marne of His Majesty the Pope whom he had the honor to meet when he was young.

"You said just now that it will rain tonight?"

"It's heavy rain, accompanied by floods." Gu Xiuya corrected.

"But I don't look like it."

Ma En is not a full-time teaching staff, and no one pays him a salary in Galanz Town just by organizing worship and prayer.He is also a qualified farmer. Observing the sky is one of the abilities that must be cultivated all year round.

Gu Xiuya did not argue hastily.

To deny a practitioner's relevant experience must come up with enough convincing evidence, otherwise no one will easily change their self-perception.

He said calmly: "The flood is God's punishment. Therefore, the signs are not apparent, and we can only know when it comes."

"What god? Your god?"

At this moment, Marne showed the agility of a religious leader.He showed Gu Xiuya a signature smile, and spread his hands to both sides: "Son, look, Galanz is the holy temple of the heavenly father. Your god is not here."

"No, he is."

Gu Xiuya smiled back.

He pointed at Marne: "He is right behind you, four kilometers and 600 meters away from you."

Marne's smile froze on his face.

Four kilometers... Isn't that the Shuntian Temple? ! !

He never thought that this young pastor who appeared suddenly would know the existence of Shuntian Temple, and even pinpoint its location. This is simply impossible!

Could it be that Belt told him?

No, how could that reckless illiterate understand what a kilometer is?

As he thought about it, he heard the other party say: "Your god is about to send down punishment. And I, the saint of the Holy Mother of Shuntian, was commanded by God to rush across the ocean and mountains in the starry night, and come to rescue you."

In the last part, Gu Xiuya spoke in Far Eastern dialect.

That is to say, because of an experience in his youth, Ma En could barely understand.If another local came here, he would have no idea what Gu Xiuya was talking about.

The familiar and awkward syllable reminded Ma En of his old friend. He had a guess and couldn't help asking, "Who are you to him?"

Gu Xiuya didn't answer the question that he didn't know the answer to.

He lifted his hood and looked at Marne, his black pupils flickered with light: "You have a daughter."

"Um?!!"

"Her name is Yelena. She just turned 16 this year. She likes swordsmanship. Her dream is to become thinner and become an adventurer."

"Your wife passed away three years ago and left you a diary. The first sentence at the beginning is: Man, I lied to you."

"You come from Nikalam, the capital of the White Star Country. You originally had a bright future, only because of stealing"

"say no more!"

Ma En shouted angrily, as if trying to suppress the panic in his heart with a loud voice.

His fingers were trembling, and his eyes couldn't hide his horror: "Who the hell are you!"

"I am the messenger of God, you can also call me: a prophet. Or a saint."

"Who told you these things!!!"

"My God knows everything."

(End of this chapter)