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Chapter 276 The Genius Left Behind
In New Newrent, the secret base of the Saint's Sect, the little genius brother and sister stared at the six companions in front of them. At first they didn't know what was going on.

But Jacob had just explained it on the phone, and he had said it several times, so even if these two were stupid, they should have understood it.

Oh, you went on a secret mission and met the Saint Saint Baraan on the way, but... the identity of this Saint Baraan was Dou Niwar.

That's not right. Dou Niwal is clearly Mr. Ricky Baldwin, how come he became Saint Balan?

"I think there's some misunderstanding here, than..."

Just as Haverson was about to go over to explain, Roselis grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, your brain, eh."

Roselis whispered, "Look at Judge Bill's expression now. If we go over and point out his problem to him face to face, what will he think?"

“Maybe they will not agree with our point of view.”

"Yes, the saint's sermon also mentioned that even when making suggestions to a tolerant monarch, there must be a time and method. I think it would be best for us to find the archbishop and make things clear. It would be most appropriate for him to arbitrate."

"Roselis, you are smarter."

"The wisdom of mortals is also a gift from the saint. Brother, you also have this wisdom, but you need to use your brain more."

The two of them whispered to each other in the back and waited for about an hour before the phone rang again.

The Holy See has just ended the prayer ceremony. Within two months after the Saint opens the door and comes to the world, clergy at the bishop level can pray, that is, light holy candles in front of the Gate of No Source, prepare the Eucharist, recite scriptures, and pray for the Saint to see through the fog of the future and guide the direction of the Saint's Sect.

In the teachings of the Saint's sect, clergymen are not allowed to disturb the Saint under normal circumstances. Behind the Gate of No Source is the place where the Virgin Mary taught the Saint to meditate. It would be an act of usurpation to knock on the door for any matter, big or small.

Therefore, every bishop would make full use of these two months to arrange an important prayer session and let the saint interpret the scriptures.

And the saint may not necessarily respond, perhaps because she thinks the problems in this secular world are too superficial and ugly, or perhaps because she thinks that appearing the future scenes too early will distort the fog of fate.

In short, today's prayer was the most hastily prepared in the history of the Holy Maiden Sect. The huge curtain was still hanging in front of the Gate of No Source. The archbishop just knelt behind it, clenched his fists, closed his eyes and pondered the two confusions in his heart.

First, whether Dou Niwar is Saint Barlan.

Second, the oracle mentioned that all the judges would be recalled. Would there be any adjustments due to the appearance of Saint Baraan? Should two people be left to assist Saint Baraan?

He didn't dare to speak, just knelt there with his head down.

"Squeak." The heavy Sourceless Door opened. The archbishop was delighted. The saint was willing to respond to him. This was a good sign. If the Sourceless Door did not make a sound, it would prove that the saint was not interested in his questions.

The archbishop did not dare to think too much and repeated several times in his mind everything Jacob had said on the phone.

When he talked about the saint pawning her blanket because she was addicted to cigarettes, he could clearly feel the curtain in front of him swinging outwards. Hmm? This is unusual.

Next to the archbishop, there is a full-time secretary who is responsible for writing down what he sees and hears during prayers. These things will be compiled into religious texts in the future. Whether there is wind or rain during prayers, and whether there are any unusual movements of the stars and the moon are all regarded by the Saints as a way for the saint to express her emotions, and the intentions will be interpreted later.

The clerk was also stunned. The curtain moved? This was the first time. Today's prayer must be a big event.

Then the archbishop heard a faint friction sound behind the curtain, very light, like the sound of striking a match.

"Ahem, ahem... leave two judges behind."

The saint's neutral voice came from behind the curtain. The archbishop was startled and quickly responded:

"I praise the name of the Saint with songs to thank you for your greatness."

There are usually three ways for the saint to respond to prayers. The first one is to directly project some messy image fragments into the archbishop's mind, which is the most common.

Occasionally, the Archbishop would clearly feel the Saint's omnipresent voice, just like when the Sourceless Gate opened a few days ago.

The third situation is the rarest. The saint will directly speak and give brief instructions. In this case, the saint's gospel will be directly conveyed to the chapel and everyone present can hear it.

And this is the case today. What does it mean? Why does the Saint take Saint Barlaan's tour of the world so seriously?

The archbishop lowered his head in thought, feeling afraid. Fortunately, he was familiar with various books and remembered the words in response to the saint's words. Otherwise, it would be terrible if he could not get back the guidance on his destiny given by the saint.

But...what does the Saint mean by this? She didn't say whether Saint Balaam was true or not, but only said to leave two judges in Moses-Saad. Does this mean that they should continue to verify the truth? Or should they follow the living prophet on earth to assist them?
But the archbishop did not dare to think too much, and he recited the prayer respectfully and completed the prayer ceremony.

"Squeak... bang."

The heavy door closed again, and the believers waited for a while before removing the curtain. The holy communion and other items prepared for the saint had disappeared without leaving any trace, and only a faint smell of smoke could be smelled.

When the archbishop walked out of the chapel, several other bishops were already waiting at the door and hurried to ask about the situation.

"The Saint just spoke up and asked us to leave two inquisitors in Mosesad."

"It's over? What about Saint Baran?"

The archbishop shook his head. The prayer ceremony could not be a one-question-one-answer ceremony. The saint was clairvoyant and could see all the thoughts in his mind. The answer she gave was the most perfect answer in the universe. "I think it should be true. Otherwise, it would be the greatest blasphemy to the saint for a mortal to use the saint's name."

The old bishop's opinion was mature and prudent, and the others nodded as well.

"The Holy Decree is the Holy Decree. Do as the Holy Lady says. As for who to keep, what do you think?"

"Naturally, it's Bill and Jacob. Bill is very experienced as the presiding judge, and Jacob is close to Saint Baran and has strong abilities."

The young priest spoke first, but the archbishop shook his head:

“I suggest leaving Haverson and Roselis in Moses Sad for two reasons. First, these two people have never come into contact with Saint Baran before, so it is safer to let them make a second judgment.

Secondly, there is no doubt that the brother and sister are loyal to the saint. They can recite many doctrines that Bill and Jacob may not be familiar with. If the identity of Saint Barlaan is not a problem, there will be no problem if these two serve the saint. "

"Your Excellency Kosander has thought it through thoroughly. I will do as you say."

The bishops nodded one after another, and surrounded the archbishop back to the study and called Bill.

Inside the secret base, Bill picked up the receiver and was overwhelmed with emotion when he heard that the archbishop had just held a prayer ceremony and that the saint had personally issued a decree.

It’s just a pity that the Holy See didn’t keep me in Moses Sadeh to serve St. Barabi. It’s a pity. If I could learn the doctrine from St. Barabi, my understanding of the scriptures would surely be more advanced in the future.

"Jacob, please talk to Haverson and Roselis about Saint Baran. I'm going to pack my things."

The decree said to return to the Holy See immediately, and that meant immediately. Bill didn't dare to stay for a moment.

Jacob looked depressed. He found a chair and called the silly brother and sister aside. They were still confused. What did it mean? Let us assist Saint Baran, that is, Dou Nival. But Dou Nival is Mr. Rich. If Dou Nival is Saint Baran, then Mr. Rich is...

That's not right. Jacob just said on the phone that Saint Baran is an old man, quite old, and wears glasses. Mr. Rich doesn't look like that...

Seeing the expressions of the two siblings, Jacob became even angrier. He had looked down on the little genius siblings from the very beginning, and he was the first one to agree to kick them out as a cover.

Why did the Holy See leave these two people here? Do you two know the importance of the Saint's Tour? If you offend Saint Balaam, you might even ruin the Saint's plan!
He snorted in annoyance, suppressed his dissatisfaction and repeated his instructions over and over again. Bill came down from upstairs with his luggage and handed a note to the little genius brother and sister.

"This is a contact number. We were still on a mission to kill Nicholas at the time."

Seeing Haverson's surprised expression and puzzled eyes, Bill quickly continued:
“But that’s all in the past. Saint Barlaan has guided us on behalf of the Saint. Our mission is void, and we should return to the Holy See.

The group of people who gave me the note are a bit strange. Nicholas might be in their hands. I'm giving this note to you as well. It might be useful in the future."

Bill did not expect Haverson and Roselis to understand the complicated cause and effect. He was just doing his routine work. He prepared luggage for the two of them and left a lot of funds for the activities. Later, he would take a detour to the church to say hello to Bishop Bernard of Moses Sad.

Let the two siblings handle what happens next.

"But Mr. Bill, I have a question. How can I find this... Saint Baran?"

Haverson thought to himself, at least you have seen him, but neither of us have. Mosesad is such a big man and there are so many of them, where can we find him?

"Here, this is the address and phone number that Saint Baran left for us."

Jacob had kept the note close to his body all this time, and only now did he reluctantly take it out of his arms and hand it to Haverson.

"Mr. Bill, do you still have the copy of the saint's handwriting?"

Jacob looked up and asked Bill, he could forget everything when he returned to the Holy See this time, but he must bring this back. He couldn't express it clearly over the phone, and the handwriting of the saint on it might be the key evidence to prove the identity of Saint Balaam.

After returning to the Holy See, religious scholars who specialize in studying the saint's handwriting will make their own judgment.

Bill patted his jacket pocket with a serious expression, meaning not to worry, he would keep it close to him.

“Well, Mr. Bill, Jacob, we will take care of Saint Baran’s affairs.

Please rest assured, the Saint has pointed the way for both of us, and we will not bring shame to the Holy See."

Roselis was smarter than Haffus. She stood at the door to see off her companions. After seeing all six of them get on the carriage, she slowly opened the two slips of paper in her hand.

The first one, I don’t even recognize the location or phone number.

The second one, huh? The location looks familiar...

"Brother, take a look... Saint Baran's address... seems to be exactly the same as Mr. Milly Tang's home."

Good Thursday, good Thursday, today's jokes are here again.

Recently, my body and mind have adjusted a little bit. Hehe, in fact, sometimes I think that if I were still in my 20s, I would also be a ruthless coding machine! (Confident face)

Haha, but flowers may bloom again, but people can never be young again, so the old man can only do his best.

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(End of this chapter)