The little pastor is taking care of the weirdness of divinity

Chapter 38 This chapter is so short (please read it!)
Jacks escorted his nephew, the silver-haired boy An Luo, back home through the heavy rain.

Afterwards, Jacks took some medicine and applied it on the red face of his nephew, the silver-haired shota An Luo, while uttering harsh words:

"Poor little An Luo, they beat you like this."

An Luo was very sophisticated, and he didn't say a word, never mentioning what a certain pastor of the ancient light did before saving him from the torture rack.

Then, the man sat down and took out a small glass bottle from his pocket——

That was what Chabron handed to him before he and Chabron parted.With the blessing of the priest's magic, the glass bottle emits bright light that illuminates the entire living room like an electrified light bulb.
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As the sun approached sunset, Chabron took Father Martrull and quickly approached the yard of Jacks' house - the house is now accompanied by a beautiful garden.

When he was still dozens of meters away from the outside of the yard, he suddenly stopped.

Matru behind him also stopped.

The unreasonable tension came again.

He narrowed his eyes, his emerald green pupils looking forward.

As the sun sets, several ferocious figures stand in the sunset against the light——

Their bodies, arms and legs are made of cut wood tied with ropes.
For the first time, Chabron saw these constructs that could mobilize the power of the magical decaying twilight, literally bathing in the twilight.

Scarecrow, 4.
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The sunset is full of sky.

The heavy rain faded and then stopped.

Everything is business as usual in Jakes' new home.Arya squatted in the corner stroking the black cat familiar just summoned, while An Luo calmly stared out the window, thoughtful.

Outside, there was a knock on the door.

Jax opened the door.

Outside the door, of course, was a blond boy.

It's Chabron.

Otherwise, who else could it be?

Outside the house, the young man looked extremely nervous and in shock.He was sweating profusely, as if he had just escaped from a dangerous situation.He opened his mouth and said:

"Uncle Jax, it's bad! It's bad!"

Jacks shrugged:

"what happened?"

As he spoke, the man with a mature beard took out the small, luminous glass bottle left by Chabarron - it seemed like there was a sun hidden in the bottle, which looked particularly dazzling at dusk, and the light inside shone on it. On the boy's face.

Jax looked down at the bottle: "The bottle is still glowing."

Ignoring the bottle, Chabran took two steps back and pointed to the entrance of the garden:
"Never mind that bottle for now - right over there, my adoptive father Matruta... something happened to him!

"Quick, come with me!"

After hearing the young man's words, Jacks's distracted and decadent eyes instantly became as sharp as a blade.

The muscular warrior grabbed the air and summoned the magic halberd again.

Sharp spears and sharp blades reflected the dusk light.

Then, he pushed the halberd——

The spearhead hit the snow-white neck of the boy in front of him!

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　　There are some details that I didn’t even intend to explain deliberately, but just because I knew it in my mind and had already made the settings, and the clues can be found naturally in the words and sentences.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)