The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 27 The Tarrasque in the Room
"Burn me."

Chabron could hardly believe his ears, but the silver-haired boy An Luo's sincere plea echoed in his ears.

"Can you please burn me to death? Otherwise the festival will be postponed again. After all, I am a stranger, and I am really embarrassed to cause trouble to everyone in this town."

Although the silver-haired child's eyes were full of fear, they were sincere and firm.

He just stared at Chabron.

Immediately afterwards, Chabran heard someone calling him behind him, it was Aunt Martha:
"Hey, little Chabron, you are here! After the ceremony was completed, we prepared a new body for little Anluo, which is the scarecrow on the ground.

"Although Xiao Anluo shouldn't remember the past after turning into a straw golem, but you can be friends with him again."

Chabron was in disbelief, and a bone-deep chill ran down his spine.

It seems that Aunt Martha doesn't think there is any logical contradiction between "letting him use his only healing spell to heal An Luo" and now "burning An Luo to death".

Chabron looked around with eyes as clear as emeralds, and a dense crowd surrounded them.

Their eyes were as sincere and firm as An Luo's.

The crowd just looked at the boy An Luo who was tied to the cross.

Some people were praying to unknown beings, some were reciting strange mantras, some were singing, some were talking about something, and some were cheering.

These people include many of the residents who Chabran knew seemed to be kind-hearted and law-abiding——

John, the always obedient old carpenter, stared at the center of the square and remained silent.The blue-shirted Bohr, who always played for the passers-by in Windsong Square, was lowering his head, ignoring the ritual of burning human beings, and was still concentrating on playing his flute.Sam, the postman who often rides his bicycle through the town, clasped his hands and recited an obscure and mysterious mantra to the center of the square, squeezing out a heavy nasal voice.

The meticulous police officer Follett maintained the order of the crowd while repeatedly supervising and supervising the ignition process.Mayor Toffler stood in the distance, looking at An Luo on the cross, with one hand on his left chest.His body was wrapped in bandages.

Chabron looked around, hoping to find any look of surprise from anyone, but he couldn't find it.

There was a sharp contrast between everyone's calmness and his panic.

Chabron suddenly realized that people's judgments about the rationality of things are more susceptible to interference from the external atmosphere than they imagined.

Under An Luo's sincere gaze, under Aunt Martha's request, and under the pressure of the group atmosphere, Chabron suddenly felt that he had figured it out. Who can refuse such a reasonable request?
Since everyone is doing this, it must be right.

"Okay, let me think about it and see if there is any magic that can light a fire in the rain." The young priest nodded.

Chabron thought about it:

The essence that can be summoned by the Zero Ring Magic [Holy Fire Technique] is holy light, which is not suitable for igniting objects. [Thumbology] is suitable for magic sticks to perform magic tricks. It can create various small supernatural effects. I don’t know if it will be helpful for igniting fires. [Burning Hands] is particularly suitable for igniting objects, but the mana...
and many more!

Wait!
Chabron wakes up!

He was reminded of the past world.

He thought of his old friends, and of the chatty man named Duncan arguing about whether the sunflowers should be placed in the last row.

He thought of his parents and relatives, and of his crazy girl cousin who always took him around when he was a child.

He thought of the unknown "special job" at home, his mission in his previous life, the training he had received on Earth, the gods of Earth, and all the things he had never mentioned in his diary.

The spring and autumn of Rioli have nothing to do with him, especially the sunshine and rain in the windless land.

He is more of a stranger than any stranger.Why should we care about other people’s traditions, customs, and social norms?

Sweat wet the skirt of his clothes.

Strange, why was he really there just now?
Seriously thinking about how to burn an innocent person?
　The "Tarrasque" in the title of this chapter "The Tarrasque in the Room" is a large and terrifying fantasy monster. The translation in Dota is called the Heart of the Dread Turtle/Demon Dragon The prop of the heart is its heart.Used in this article to refer to the fantasy version of the "elephant in the room."

　　.The elephant in the room refers to a fact or feeling that exists shockingly but is blatantly ignored or even denied.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)