I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

The middle-aged man took a sip of his tea and never spoke, as if he was still brewing and organizing language, and he seemed a little bit unspeakable.

This is also human nature. Not everyone can talk to a stranger. At times like this, a qualified pastor needs some simple guidance to let people open their hearts and talk to themselves.

Although Gallo had never done something similar before, but the theoretical knowledge was taught by the owner, so he took the initiative to speak, trying to guide the other party:

"Name? Age? Occupation? Address?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and still answered truthfully:

"My name is George, I am 45 years old, a little foreman, and I live on Fourth Avenue three streets behind..."

Seeing that the other party finally spoke, Gallo continued to guide:

"What is the motive and purpose of coming here?"

"Uh...actually I have a friend who is not doing well recently..."

The middle-aged man said halfway, and Gallo suddenly interrupted:

"Frankly, is this friend yourself?"

"Uh... this... is... it's me..."

"That's right, confess and be lenient. Please tell me any troubles you have!"

The middle-aged person only talked about his condition. It was probably a common middle-aged crisis, poor work, too strong competition, too much pressure, emotional disharmony, insomnia, frequent urination, and urgency. The line is in a hurry, wait...

Gallo silently listened, interjecting from time to time, asking for the details:

"What is going on here? Make it clear!"

"Why do you want to engage in vicious competition with your peers? Do you know this is against the law?"

"Why don't you report this kind of thing in time?"

As the middle-aged man was talking, he always felt something was wrong. How could this be like interrogating a prisoner? And there are bars in the middle, it really has that kind of atmosphere...

But in the end he clarified the situation.

Gallo stood up, organized the language, and said:

"I understand your situation, don't be afraid, I won't help you confess..."

"You can also solve your troubles..."

Gallo said, helping him open the chains and iron locks on the door of the confession room, and let him out.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief...

And Gallo went on to put on a serious look and said in that impassioned tone:

"Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties, face it with a smile! The best way to overcome troubles is to face them! Persistence is victory, come on!"

He wanted to motivate and inspire each other.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, and then he replied:

"Mr. Pastor, I know everything, but..."

"You mean, should I go to a bar for a drink? Or find a woman to vent?"

"Of course not, why do you think that? Forget it, come with me."

Gallo said, leading him all the way to the door of the church.

It was night outside, and the moonlight was bright, rendering the surrounding streets a silvery white.

"If you want to forget your worries and relieve stress, the easiest way is to run!"

Gallo spoke.

"Run?!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but his eyes widened, but isn't it already night?

Gallo didn't answer, but added two divine skills on his backhand.

That is the third-tier divine art of the refuge system, durability and fanaticism, combined, is equivalent to a heroic encouragement that has been weakened a lot, that is, the fifth-order divine art that Gallo blessed on the jewelry in Sir Donald's manor; The group version of this magic is the heroic prayer that Gallo wanted to perform yesterday but was stopped.

However, when performing divine art, Gallo felt a little something wrong, it seemed that it was not as smooth as the previous practice, and it was slightly hindered.

He didn't think much about it, probably because he hadn't used this low-level divine technique for too long, right?

And the middle-aged man who was blessed with the magic arts suddenly felt a rush of blood in his heart, his whole body seemed to be burning up, he had an inexhaustible energy, and he even felt as if he was several years younger. Shouted loudly:

"Ahhhhh! My youth is back!"

"Go! Release your blood and youth, sway your sweat and passion, and run towards the moon!"

Gallo followed, and gave him another push on his back.

The middle-aged man suddenly spread his legs and began to run wildly along the street.

Although he was extremely excited, his rationality had not been lost, he could still control his actions, and even felt the changes in his heart, so he would not cause the tragedy of the previous bishop.

This is also because Gallo did not use the magical arts that affect people's emotions and thinking.

And with the fast running, the middle-aged man not only did not feel tired, but felt more relaxed. The heavy burden in his heart seemed to be discharged from the body with sweat, and there was a certain sense of comfort and relaxation throughout his body.

He just ran for two hours in one breath, and when he returned to the door of the church again, the duration of the magic arts was over. He suddenly felt fatigue and soreness coming to him like a tide, and there was no more strength on his body. I couldn't stand still, so I could only sit down at the door of the church, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.

But even so, he still found the long-lost lightness and refreshment in the pain and exhaustion, and he really forgot the backlog of pain and boredom in his heart.

And after Gallo heard the movement outside, he walked out with a little milk cat on his head. He was training these little guys just now.

"Mr. George, how are you?"

Gallo asked.

"Very tired, but very refreshing, very relaxing, and it feels great."

There was a natural, relaxed smile on George's face.

"Need any help?"

"No, just let me sit for a while... Hehe, let’s not tell you, when I was young, but the best run guy in the village, run faster than dogs, many girls like me. Hahahaha..."

George said very heartily, as if he had changed from the melancholy look when he first came in.

Gallo kindly poured a cup of tea for him, and he took a few sips, feeling that his body had recovered a bit of strength and was able to act on his own.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Pastor, if I can, can I come tomorrow?"

"of course."

"Ah yes, I almost forgot..."

As George spoke, he fumbled for a while, trying to find some money, but he found nothing...

"Sorry, I seem to forgot to bring the money today... can I bring it to you tomorrow?"

"of course."

Gallo replied, with a kind smile on his face.