The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and didn't speak. He seemed to be still preparing and organizing words, and seemed a little hard to say.
This is human nature. Not everyone can talk endlessly to a stranger. At times like this, a qualified pastor needs to provide some simple guidance to make people open their hearts and talk to themselves.
Although Gallo had never done anything similar before, he still learned the theoretical knowledge from his old master, so he took the initiative to speak and tried to guide the other party:
"Name? Age? Occupation? Address?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but he still answered truthfully:
"My name is George, 45 years old, a small foreman, living on Fourth Avenue behind Three Streets..."
Seeing that the other party finally spoke, Gallo continued to guide:
"What is the motivation and purpose of coming here?"
"Uh... Actually, I have a friend who has been having a bad time recently..."
The middle-aged man was halfway through speaking when Gallo suddenly interrupted:
"Tell me the truth, is this friend yourself?"
"Uh...this...is...it's me..."
"That's right. I'll be lenient if you confess. If you have any troubles, just tell them!"
The middle-aged man then talked about his situation in detail, which was probably the common middle-aged crisis, such as unsatisfactory work, too much competition, too much pressure, emotional discord, insomnia and dreaminess, frequent urination and urgency, and diarrhea.
The borderline is in a hurry, etc...
Gallo listened silently, interjecting from time to time to ask for details:
"What is going on here? Tell me clearly!"
"Why are you engaging in vicious competition with your peers? Do you know this is against the law?"
"This happened, why didn't you report it in time?"
As the middle-aged man was talking, he always felt that something was wrong. How could this look like he was interrogating a prisoner? And there were bars between them, so it really had that kind of atmosphere...
However, he finally explained everything about the situation clearly.
Gallo then stood up, organized his words, and said:
"I understand your situation, don't be afraid, I won't help you confess..."
"There is a solution to your troubles..."
Gallo said, helping him open the chains and iron locks on the confessional door and letting him out.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but feel relieved...
Gallo then put on a serious look and said in an 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 wants to motivate and inspire others.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then calmed down a little and then answered:
"Mr. Pastor, I understand the truth, but..."
"You mean, I should go to the bar for a drink? Or find a woman to vent my feelings?"
"Of course not, why do you think so? Forget it, come with me."
Gallo said, leading him all the way to the church door.
It was already night outside, and the moonlight was bright, rendering the surrounding streets silvery white.
"If you want to forget your worries and relieve stress, the simplest way is to run!"
Gallo said.
"running?!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but widen his eyes, but wasn't it already night?
Gallo did not answer, but used two magical backhand spells on him.
It is a third-level divine spell of the asylum system. Durability and fanaticism, combined, are equivalent to a much weakened heroic inspiration. It is the fifth-level divine spell that Gallo used to bless the jewelry in Sir Donald's manor;
The group version of this magical technique is the heroic prayer that Gallo wanted to perform yesterday but was stopped.
However, when performing the magic, Gallo felt something was a little bit wrong. It seemed that the process was not as smooth as before, and he encountered a slight obstacle.
He didn't think much about it, maybe it was because he hadn't used this kind of low-level magic for too long, so his hand was raw, right?
The middle-aged man who had been blessed with magic suddenly felt a surge of hot blood in his body, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. He had endless energy and even felt as if he was several years younger. He couldn't help but
Shouted loudly:
"Ahhh! My youth is back again!"
"Go! Release your blood and youth, sway your sweat and passion, and run towards the moon!"
Gallo also said, pushing him on the back again.
The middle-aged man immediately spread his legs and started running wildly along the street.
Although he was extremely excited, he had not lost his rationality, could still control his actions, and could even feel the changes in his heart, so it would not lead to the tragedy of the previous bishop.
This is also because Gallo no longer uses magic that affects people's emotions and thinking.
As he ran quickly, the middle-aged man not only did not feel tired, but felt more and more relaxed. The heavy burden in his heart seemed to be expelled from the body with sweat, and his whole body felt a certain kind of comfort and relaxation.
He ran like this for two hours at a stretch. When he returned to the door of the church, the duration of the magic was also over. He suddenly felt tired and sore coming to him like a tide, and he no longer had any strength left in his body.
I couldn't stand firmly, 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 relaxation and refreshment amidst the pain and fatigue, and actually forgot all the pain and annoyance accumulated in his heart.
After Gallo heard the noise outside, he walked out with a little milk cat on his head. He was training these little guys just now.
"Mr. George, are you okay?"
Gallo asked.
"It's very tiring, but it's refreshing and relaxing. It feels great."
A natural and relaxed smile appeared on George's face.
"Need any help?"
"No, just let me sit down for a while... Haha, to tell you the truth, when I was young, I was the best runner in the village. I could run faster than a dog. Many girls liked me for this.
Ha ha ha ha..."
George spoke very cheerfully, as if he was a different person compared to the melancholy look he had when he first came in.
Gallo kindly poured him a cup of tea. He drank it in several sips and felt that his body had regained some strength and was now able to move on his own.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Pastor, if it's okay, can I still come tomorrow?"
"certainly."
"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot..."
George said and groped around for a while, trying to find some money, but found nothing...
"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to bring money today... Can I bring it to you tomorrow?"