Looking at the room where the curtains had been closed early and the lights turned off, using binoculars to spy on the two maids in the distance, I couldn't help but curl my lips.
"This life is too monotonous, isn't it? How does the Holy Son persevere in this ascetic-like life?" the maid with two ponytails said directly.
"How else would I say he is the Holy Son! Fortunately, I am not the Holy Son! No! Don't talk nonsense! If the bishop hears it..." the bob-haired maid looked around carefully and reminded.
"Don't worry, the bishop is going to work tonight," the maid with two ponytails said, shaking her head, "It's pitiful that such a large religious order like ours was once the state religion of a country, but it has developed to this day.
Even the expenses for the business trip have to be raised by the bishop himself, which is really a hardship!”
"Yes." The bob-haired maid also felt this. "Perhaps it is because of this that the Holy Son is unwilling to return to the cult to lead us. After all, he seems to be quite poor. It is difficult to support himself, let alone us.
"
Later, when she came back to her senses, she turned her eyes and found no one else, so she felt relieved.
At this time, the maid with two ponytails suddenly said: "Someone is here again!"
The bob-haired maid stopped all her thoughts and asked: "Who are they? Can the transparent mirror identify their spiritual affiliation?"
"It's so easy! The side effects of this holy relic are so great. The main gain is concealment, so that when we peek, we will not be discovered by the Holy Son. As for distinguishing spiritual belongings, it is only an incidental function, only for those who have had it before.
The spirituality of the record has a reaction, huh?"
Milinda said: "Colin Varland is under strict protection. Not only the Clovis official, but also several Orthodox churches have secretly come forward. Unless we have legitimate reasons, we want to use our personal ability to force him to death."
Taking him away is almost impossible."
"If the news praising me could come more violently! Would I be able to graduate from the first-level rough stone early?"
"How's it going? Is there any new news?" In the spacious and luxurious office, Lockseda smoked a cigar and asked Milinda, who was dressed in business attire and pouring herself coffee in front of her, "You haven't told Colin yet.
Varlan please come over?"
"It's not us, it's you." Milinda said: "Others' actions will be restricted by Clovis officials, but they dare not restrict you at will, so maybe you should get in touch with Colin Varlan."
"Is treating me a legitimate reason?" Lockseda raised her head slightly, with a proud look on her face, "Which of those therapists before was not frightened? I think I lack a formal invitation, maybe I should give it to him
Send an invitation letter to your workplace?”
"This is inappropriate and will leave no room for maneuver between us and Clovis officials." Milinda said bluntly, "And as far as I know, Colin Varland works in a state-run institution. This is obviously a form of protection.
, is also a kind of declaration.”
"Of course they won't give up. Maybe they are still planning how to kidnap the Holy Son!"
"In the words of Galmar Miller, this increase in spiritual power comes from faith, and the reason why I can absorb faith through media means is that I possess some kind of divinity."
His expression gradually became serious.
"So, tonight I was not able to explore the souls of mutants as planned again. In view of the situation of 'Doctor' Galma and his reminder, the exploration of mutant memory fragments must be put aside first. Maybe
The most ideal time to investigate is when the main consciousness of that soul statue leaves this world."
"It's a good fit, but I didn't take the initiative to find him, but I met him by chance at his workplace during an incident." Milinda suddenly smiled, "Believe me, we can easily arrange a legitimate meeting.
work unit.”
Halfway through her words, the maid with two ponytails said in surprise: "I really made it out! It turns out they are the people from the Eyes of the Spirit Snake! They were allies of the religious order before, and they left a record in this holy relic."
"I contact him directly?" Lockseda still frowned, "Do you think this is appropriate? I take the initiative to find him?"
Lockseda frowned and asked, "So, what do you think we should do?"
One night, fleeting.
Last night, his sudden surge in spirituality gave him a rare experience.
When the next day's sunshine shone through the window on the floor of the room, Colin, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes.
"Your condition is relatively stable recently, there is no need to be so anxious." Milinda put the coffee in front of Roxada and said calmly.
He emphasized the word "please".
He picked up the newspaper on the bedside and felt the spirituality filling his body. He noticed that one-third of the black wall was covered in spiritual light, and suddenly a strange idea came to his mind.
"It's the Eye of the Spirit Snake again? Are they still unwilling to give up? The silver-haired man was blocked by all parties before, but he still dared to come!" The bob-haired maid said, and then commented: "But that man is really powerful.
Yes, you can still retreat calmly under the siege of so many people. Although the parties involved are restraining each other and worrying about each other, and they do not use their full strength, you must be at least level three to be able to retreat under such circumstances..."
Different from the experience of publishing a paper and gaining spiritual aura, this time he seemed to have received additional help through the power of newspapers and the media.
"That's not what I care about." Lockseda put down her cigar and picked up her coffee, "The therapists from the New World will arrive in two days, and I no longer have to endure the poor treatment standards of the Old World. What I have experienced during this period is...
It makes my already bad impression of them even worse. But my personal feeling is that one thing is one thing, the order from the headquarters is another thing, and I have to be responsible for my own identity."
"The problem is, this divinity is definitely not a gift from the fallen god, as he said, or passed down from generation to generation. How can I, an outsider, have such good luck? I have no access to the gods of the past! As for
My predecessor is even more impossible. How tragic his experience was. Even if the suspicion before his death has not been revealed, everyone who hears it will cry and everyone who sees it will be sad! Such a bad life is not inherited no matter how you look at it.
Son of the Light of God!"
But this was just an impulsive idea. Colin knew very well that things were not that simple.
"According to Galma, those who admire and admire me because of the news in the newspaper, those who expect me to defeat diseases and save lives, have strong longings, strong hopes, and unrealistic expectations.
These are the rudiments of faith, and only those with divinity can turn the rudiments into strength."
He couldn't help but recall what the "doctor" said last night.