Rolls followed the sound and saw that Belin and Delia had both changed their clothes. They were both wearing long black ruffled skirts and gauze hats, and they were walking from the other end of the church square.
Rawls came forward to greet him, took off his hat and saluted:
"Good evening, ladies, we meet again."
Belin and Delia returned the greeting, and then Delia asked:
"Mr. Adrian, have you been waiting for a long time?"
"No, I just arrived too." Rawls smiled and pointed back at St. Samuel's Church, "The mass is about to start, let's go in first."
"Ah, it's about to start! Delia, let me just say we are late."
Beilin turned to look at Delia, her tone somewhat complaining.
Rawls smiled and waved his hand and said:
"It's okay. I didn't miss the mass. Besides, being late is a woman's right."
Delia next to her looked in admiration and said softly:
"Great Emperor Russell is so considerate of women!"
Great Emperor! Is there anything else you haven’t said? And is it considerate of women? Believe it or not, I will translate your diary for you, so that you can know what a TM surprise is!
Rawls laughed awkwardly and hurriedly changed the subject:
"Let's go in quickly."
…
The three of them quietly walked into the church. There were already many people waiting outside the church's large prayer hall.
Rawls and the others waited outside the large prayer hall for a while, and together with other believers attending the Moon Mass, they entered under the guidance of the priest.
In the dim and quiet atmosphere, they were greeted by neat and ethereal chanting:
"The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,
"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming of themselves,
"Dream of parents, wives and children, this is forever"
As the holy and rhythmic sounds echoed layer by layer, the believers in the large prayer hall couldn't help but feel peaceful. They seemed to have forgotten the troubles of life and no longer worried about the various problems in the real world.
Under the guidance of several priests, they each found their seats and sat down. In front of the altar, Bishop Elektra, who was in charge of the high mass, took the Book of Night Revelation and began to give a simple sermon.
When this session came to an end, the priests picked up water and bread and distributed them to Rawls and others. This was the blessing of the night and the food shared by the living and the dead.
After eating the mediocre bread and drinking the water in the cup, Rawls saw the candles on the altar lit up. Against the darkness, they looked like stars at night, emitting reassuring light and heat.
At this time, Bishop Elektra led the priests and everyone in the choir to recite in unison again:
"We'll look up at the night sky,
"Speak her name tenderly: Goddess of the Night
"There is no other word but the goddess of night,
“May the goddess be there between angels singing
"Pick them with sweet silence,
"And hold it in His gentle right hand.
"If the goddess hears it, she will definitely agree.
"A pure smile will surely be shown to the dead:
"Come, rest, sleep, my children"
The empty voice penetrated into the ears of every believer with a sacred feeling, and seemed to resonate with all the spirits present.
Rawls felt that his soul seemed to have been purified in some way. The memory of this month was like a movie flashing back in front of his eyes, and his body and mind were completely relaxed at this moment.
Then, a quiet darkness seemed to appear before his eyes, a darkness without any sound.
In the darkness, corpses lay there one after another, their faces pale but peaceful, as if they were not dead, but just sleeping.
Rawls was walking in this darkness calmly and calmly, when he suddenly stopped and looked diagonally ahead:
Where the moonflower bloomed quietly, an old man wearing a lawyer's wig and lawyer's robe lay quietly there.
He is Rawls' father - Mason Adrian.
He closed his eyes lightly with a smile on his face, as if he was having a sweet dream.
Rawls closed his eyes, and then the holy and ethereal voice sounded in his ears:
"Cross your hands,
"Put it on your chest,
"Pray the wordless prayer,
"And cry out from your heart:
"The only destination is peace"
He lowered his head, closed his eyes, raised his hands, crossed them on his chest, and then repeated silently:
"The only destination is peace"
"The only destination is peace"
…………
This is an endless dark plain, with clumps of night herbs, sleep flowers and moon flowers growing freely here. It is obviously full of life, but the entire plain seems to have fallen into deathly silence.
A figure suddenly descended from the depths of darkness. There was clearly no distinction between sky and earth here, but the figure seemed to come from the high-hanging red moon or the stars.
He was wearing a layered but not complicated long black dress, dotted with countless dazzling lights, just like the starry night covering his body. His head was vague and difficult to see clearly, and he could only be sure to be a woman.
He looked into another dark depth, which was quiet, deep, and seemed like nothingness.
Suddenly, a twisted and blurred pale golden figure appeared there. The surrounding darkness seemed to be ignited, and it was like layers of black waves rushing towards the golden figure.
The golden figure emits an unusually sticky light, and the light, as thick as grease, flutters towards the darkness, but like a moth flying into the flame, it instantly disappears into the endless darkness. There seems to be an invisible hand in the darkness, twisting the light into the darkness.
The blurry figure was pulled into the depths of darkness and disappeared bit by bit.
He is still standing on the boundless dark plain, looking at the darkness. The layered but not complicated black dress is connected with the dark plain. Night vanilla, deep sleep flower, and moon flower have all become embellishments on His dress.
.
I don't know how long it took, but the darkness quietly dissipated, and the pale golden figure reappeared.
The pale golden figure radiated light again in the darkness, and the light was no longer sticky, like a cold candlelight that would be extinguished when blown.
The darkness suddenly moved again, and the light on the pale golden figure immediately dissipated, only to find that he was already standing in front of Him.
The blurry light on the golden figure's face dissipated, and a face appeared. It had black hair, brown eyes, and handsome features. It was the face of a man. "He" said:
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"His" voice was unusually magnificent, but it never spread across the dark plain, and then the entire dark plain fell into deathly silence.
The golden figure's face looked a little embarrassed, and then he said in a deep voice:
"I'm here to fulfill my agreement with you."
The darkness around the twisted and blurred golden figure surged towards "him" like a tide again, and the dark tide gradually began to dissolve the light on "him".