The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 28 The red face!

Chabron's face was covered in cold sweat, but wisps of moisture surrounded the young priest - he couldn't tell which drop was rain and which drop was sweat.

Chabron finally understood the source of his previously unexplained heart palpitations.

Why can I get rid of the influence, but others in Fengxi Town can't?This doubt flashed across the mind of the priest, the God of Knowledge.

Now, saving talents is the top priority!

"Wake me up!"

Snapped!
Chabron showed no mercy at all - or maybe because he was too kind - and slapped An Luo on the face, leaving a bright red palm print on it!

"Don't you think what you said is weird? There is no need to burn yourself to celebrate a holiday."

Then he raised his hand again for a second blow.

"Wait a moment······"

Snapped!
"Brother Xia Bulin, please say goodbye..."

Snapped!
"I have···"

Snapped!
"I've realized something's wrong. Stop fighting."

Snapped!
What?Is it so easy to neutralize the weird influence?Chabron couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Although one hand was hitting the face, Chabran's other hand was not idle, and at the same time he was cutting the rope on An Luo's body with a dagger.

Pulling up the silver-haired boy An Luo who was blushing (and obviously not blushing because of shyness) with one hand, the young pastor turned around and wanted to leave.

He couldn't leave.

Removing victims from the festival is no simple task.

The townspeople surrounded Chabron and An Luo, forming an airtight human wall.
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People either whispered in a low voice or directly persuaded the young pastor, racking their brains and thinking of all kinds of ridiculous reasons:
"You don't want to help him."

"Don't look at the cute kid An Luo, he doesn't fit in at all and never plays with other kids in the town. What do you think will happen to such a person when he grows up?"

"This kid has been sick."

"Yes, yes, this kid once had silver cuticles growing on his body. If you are so close to him, you will be infected."

"They never tip. They are obviously the richest in town."

"Festivals are the basis for the maintenance of the town. I know it may not be good to leave this matter outside, but if we don't do it, the town will slowly die."

"It's okay. Jacks isn't here. No one knows what happened to this kid."

"I said, let's just kill Jacks and his niece later. Otherwise, they will be in trouble."

"Xia Bolan, I have always believed that you are a good person. This year's festival has been postponed, and it will be difficult if you take him away."

What and what?

This reason is too absurd, right?
Like everyone else, Aunt Martha's fat face was filled with confusion.This fat woman who was good at cooking walked up to the blond little priest, and said to Chabron in a gentle and surprised tone:
"Oh, my God! Little Chabron, what are you doing? You don't want to take him away. You are obviously such a good person, how could you do such a thing? I don't believe it, is there something... ····What misunderstanding?”

As she spoke, Aunt Martha stretched out her two hands and tried to pull away the hand held by Sha Bron and An Luo:

"Ah, let go, let go quickly. Leave from the back, we'll pretend we haven't seen you."

Can't tear it apart.

Under the hazy drizzle, Martha felt that she was holding the hands of not two children, but a chain.The two hands, which were wet and cold due to the rain, held each other tightly.

She lowered her head and met Cha Bolun's emerald green eyes that were as cold as ice at the moment.The calmness in the green pupils frightens the woman.

The fat woman shouted almost hysterically:
"Xia Bolan! You are so damn crazy! Okay, okay, don't you know how you will be treated if you break the rules of the town like this? I think you just want to be burned to death with him!"

Chabran didn't speak, and responded to her with actions——

He hit Aunt Martha in the face with a left hook, his fist hitting the bridge of the woman's nose and knocking Martha to the ground.

"No misunderstanding, I am more awake than ever."

Martha screamed, stood up and ran away, joining the crowd.

The priest of the God of Time stood in the rain, indifferent.

Emotions rippled through the crowd.

Some were surprised, some were terrified, some were angry, some cursed, some prayed.

They were approaching step by step.

Chabran had a little hallucination. He felt that the people in front of him were more like kobolds, goblins, hobgoblins, wargs, and other monsters who liked to overwhelm the enemy with their numerical advantages, rather than humans.

Standing at the front of the crowd was Police Officer Follett, the only warlock in Windless Town.

From the parcels and wide pockets, someone took out the familiar things of Chabran-they held them reverently as if they were sacred objects.

1 book, 5 books, 10 books, 15 books...

Iron book!
There is no text on the pure black cover, just rust and sweat stains from repeated handling.

The pattering rainwater hit the metallic skin, making a pleasant tinkling sound.

One by one, the townspeople opened the books. The rainwater was repelled by the waterproof and oily pages, condensed into drops, and then gathered into streams, slowly flowing down.

While flipping through the book respectfully, they approached the two children, but no one spoke.

Behind the hazy rain curtain, the townspeople walked in unison, like troops in drills, and every lift and fall of their footsteps was like the beat of a drum.
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On the other side, the soldier Jacks found a dusty iron book in the corner of his new house and locked it in an iron box.

Then, without an umbrella, he opened the door of his house and went straight into the rain song playing outside.

Vigorous and beautiful, Arya stood in front of the door and watched her uncle go away.She looked at the man's heroic back, melting behind the falling filaments.

The brother who raised the children for his sister, a friend of the illusion master Richard, a warrior who once fought with the demon lord, and the dragon slayer of the ancient white dragon in the Northern Continent, is now going to find his nephew.

(End of this chapter)