Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 333: Saint's Persuasion (4k+)

At the entrance of St. Francis Cathedral in the quietest eastern district of New New Brunswick, a young priest pushed open the heavy door and helped an old woman who came in to confess out of the church.

The weather was really nice. New Nulund was rarely covered by dark clouds. The priest was lost in thought as he watched the thrushes jumping around on the treetops in the sunshine.

Suddenly there was a sound of a carriage, and the thrush was startled and flew away. The priest looked in the direction of the sound and was startled.

I saw five black-covered horse-drawn carriages driving towards the church. The coachmen were all wearing gray windbreakers, black gloves, and a silver badge with a top hat pattern on their chests.

Carriages stopped in front of the church one after another. The door of the first carriage opened and a tall and thin man jumped out. He was wearing a navy blue wool coat that looked quite expensive, a top hat on his head, and an inexplicable smile on his face.

After he got off the carriage, he stretched out his right hand and led a beautiful girl with short hair down from the carriage. The girl was wearing a purple wool coat and agate earrings. The priest's eyes stayed on her face as if he was sucked by a magnet, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

After a long while, he quickly lowered his head, repenting for the rude and evil thoughts that had just arisen in his mind.

After getting off the carriage, the girl turned around, opened her arms and picked up a child from the carriage. The child was wearing a khaki suit and a newsboy cap on his head. His black and white eyes were distinct. He looked cute but with an evil aura.

If you hadn't looked at the four carriages behind them, you would have thought it was a family of three coming to church for worship.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people got off the other carriages. Each of them was dressed in a suit and some were carrying boxes in their hands. Their expressions were all serious and solemn.

Before the investigators came, they asked Liu Yonglu to help them and told them to support them later, as they were here to show support today!

He also taught an extra line:
"If you don't agree, smash it!"

You don't have to actually do it, but just give the look and shout out in unison.

The three people in front led the way, and a dozen investigators followed behind. The young priest was shocked, as he had never seen such a thing before.

"Everyone, what can I do for you? The Saint... The Saint's compassion shines upon the earth."

He was so frightened that he almost forgot to say the words of praise.

"Please take the trouble to tell Bishop Bernard that Captain Ricky Baldwin of the Special Incident Investigation Department wants to see him."

After Liu Yonglu finished speaking, he walked inside with his men. The young priest's head was buzzing. He didn't know who Captain Ricky was, so he trotted towards the back hall of the church.

Today is not a rest day, and there are few people in and out of the church. Most of them are clergymen of the Holy Virgin Church. Some are cleaning, and some are sitting on the benches worshiping and reciting scriptures.

When Liu Yonglu and dozens of others walked in, everyone looked at them.

"Mr. Rich, you are here."

The little genius brother and sister were also sitting on the bench. When they saw Liu Yonglu, they hurried over to say hello. So weren't they afraid that the Ricky in front of them was a fake?
They are not that stupid. They have seen Millie Tang and Xiaohu a long time ago. How can the fake take these two with them?

"Haverson, OK, I heard you showed off your abilities again yesterday, but..."

Liu Yonglu patted Haversian on the shoulder:

"Next time you encounter this kind of situation, don't rush to take action. If you run into a tough guy, you will still be the one who suffers."

Haverson didn't say anything and just stood there laughing foolishly. Saint Baraan was Saint Baraan, and he cared most about the safety of his believers. He had received Saint Baraan's praise today, so the shot was not in vain!
"Next time, if you encounter this kind of situation again and you're not sure if it's me, I'll teach you a set of codes. I dare say that I'm the only one in the world who can pick it up, and the fake will definitely be exposed."

The genius brother and sister clenched their fists. This secret code had to be engraved on their tombstones. It was passed down by Saint Balaam himself. How could this be tolerated!
"You said the king of heaven covers the earth and the tiger, I said the pagoda suppresses the river monster."

What are you talking about? I answered that it was noon and I was talking about it. Who doesn’t have a home?”

Liu Yonglu was teaching the jargon here when Bishop Bernard came out. He was also startled when he came out. The young priest just ran in breathlessly, and didn't say anything clearly. He just said that Ricky was here, but didn't say what department he was from.

Bernard looked at them and asked, "So many investigators? Are they here to risk their lives?"
Looking at Liu Yonglu again, at the witch, he frowned. Witches were people who did not believe in the saint and were not welcome in his eyes.

Looking to the other side, Ricky was holding a boy, his big eyes never blinking, and it was unclear where his attention was focused, but Bishop Bernard felt as if he was confined to the boy's field of vision. As long as he moved his finger, he would face the most tragic end at any time.

God! He was well-informed and recognized it immediately. This Richie... no, this Saint Barlan actually carried a god with him.

The reason for his change of opinion was that he did not believe that normal humans could hold the hands of gods.

"Captain Ricky, I actually wanted to visit you yesterday, but something seemed to have gone wrong in the Investigation Department. Let's talk inside."

Bishop Bernard took Liu Yonglu to the reception room.

Liu Yonglu took two steps and then remembered something. He turned back and said, "Wait for me outside."

A dozen investigators sat on the chairs nearby. Bernard looked at them with bulging eyelids, wondering if Saint Baran knew what I said on the phone?
After returning yesterday, he called the archbishop back. Of course, he didn't say anything nice on the phone. His mentality is understandable. If he was right, the remaining bishops would definitely be inferior to him.

And being able to distinguish right from wrong in such a big way can be considered a merit of mine in front of the Saint.

His complaints to the archbishop on the other end of the phone sounded a bit hollow, but the Holy See and New Newland were thousands of miles apart, and he couldn't get there in a short time.

I can only ask Bernard to investigate further and report back, and also ask him to ask a few questions about the Continental Expo. After all, the Saint's Faction's change of position is entirely based on the assumption that Ricky is Saint Baran.

So when Bernard saw Liu Yonglu making such a big fuss, he felt a little nervous.

Although the saint cannot listen to everything like the saint girl, he is also the patron saint, and his wisdom and intelligence far exceed those of ordinary people. He may have seen through the doubts and oversteppings in his heart, and he has come here today to call for punishment!

When they arrived at the reception room, Bishop Bernard sat down carefully, and the little genius brother and sister quickly pulled out chairs for Liu Yonglu, Millie and Tang Xiaohu.

"Mr. Rich, is everything okay over at the Investigation Department?"

"This stinky bastard can't do anything. Don't let me catch him. If I catch him, I'll kick him to death."

Bishop Bernard didn't understand what Liu Yonglu was saying at all. He could only laugh and quickly got back to the point:

"I heard from Haverson and Roselis that you, Mr. Richie, have a special understanding of the fables of saints who traveled around the world hundreds of years ago. You even know the heroic poems compiled by the bards of that time. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to do that today... uh..."

How can you say that? He doesn't even have the guts to ask Saint Balaam to sing for him.

Fortunately, Liu Yonglu doesn't care about that. His music is suitable for all ages and is both entertaining and educational. There is nothing that cannot be sung.

"I understand. You want to hear two passages, right? Well, what should I sing...

Well, let's sing a piece of lyrics from Taiping's "René's Divination". This piece is good, and I can't sing too high a pitch today.

The saint is virtuous and sits on the throne, with a righteous king and virtuous ministers, the people live in peace.

There is a patron saint named René, who destroyed the tyrant and brought peace to the country.

Saint René had nothing to do this day..." Liu Yonglu clapped his thighs and began to sing. There were dozens of lines in the song, and it took him more than five minutes to finish.

Bishop Bernard on the opposite side was stunned. It was true. Even though the lyrics were sung slowly, he could hear them clearly. It was indeed the story of Saint René.

It’s just that... this singing style and these lyrics are something I’ve never heard of before.

Not only had I never heard of it before, but it was also very different from all the hymn styles in the Western Continent. There was a very strange rhythm in it, and I felt a little uncomfortable when I first heard it, but the more I listened, the more I enjoyed it.

Liu Yonglu had finished singing, but the tune was still lingering in his ears and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"It's over. Do you still want to listen? If you still want to listen, how about a piece of "The Saint's Persuasion"? That's not bad either."

Liu Yonglu was happy to sing, thinking, what's wrong with that? It's just that the old man wants to hear the lyrics of Taiping. It's not difficult to hear this, we have so many improved operas.

"No, no, Mr. Richie, I was a little presumptuous yesterday, I hope you don't mind."

Bernard waved his hands. The gods and the singing were enough to make him believe the irrefutable evidence.

He also realized that Ricky yesterday was a god in disguise. It seemed that just as the Haversson brothers and sisters said, the pagans including Mosesad were also eyeing Saint Balaam.

Not only did I not help Saint Balaam with his worries, I even doubted the saint. Damn it.

Bishop Bernard quickly asked the young priest behind him to serve tea and snacks to entertain the saint.

He used this time to calm down and relieve his anxiety and guilt. He intentionally or unintentionally asked the Archbishop to ask him the question:

"Mr. Rich, you've been very busy lately because of the Continental Expo, right?"

"It's OK. I had a lot of work to do a few days ago, but it's been quiet recently. My mind is full of family affairs."

What Liu Yonglu said was the truth. He was a little sick now. When he was taking a bath, he would often peek out from behind the curtain, for fear that a ghost would suddenly appear.

"Luckily, Mosesad has a responsible investigator like you. It will officially open next weekend. Don't blame me for being nosy. After all, I am also the bishop of Mosesad and I met Prince Andrew a few days ago.

I wonder what you think of Nicholas' invention at the Continental Exposition?"

"What do you think?"

Liu Yonglu didn't have any opinion. It was just a broken umbrella. I don't know what was wrong with these people's brains that they were fighting for it and getting bloody.

Seeing that Liu Yonglu hadn't spoken for a long time, Bishop Bernard said again:
"That is, what do you think of the Lost Sea?"

"Oh, the Lost Sea... Tsk..."

Liu Yonglu sucked his teeth. Ling'er wanted to take Xiaohu there, but she didn't explain the specific reason. I'll ask him later. If the child has something serious to do, we can't stop him. If he really goes there, I'll have to follow him.

"I... let's see what happens. Anyway, someone asked me to go there to do something, and I... tsk... oh, I don't know if it will be convenient at that time."

Someone needs help!? Who can help a saint? The Saint!
St. Baraan seemed a little reluctant to go. Oh... Bishop Bernard understood. No wonder there was such a big fuss today. It turned out that they were not targeting me.

The saints blame us, the Holy Maidens, for not making any effort in exploring the Lost Sea!

He's all connected.

"Mr. Rich, I think if you think it's the right thing to do, you should just do it and not worry about it.

The saint also said that under the banner of the gospel, all sincere prayers on earth will be the support of compassionate preaching. "

Bishop Bernard felt that he had expressed himself very clearly, but Liu Yonglu's imagination was not as strong as his and he did not think in that direction at all.

"Alas... every family has its own problems..."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand. The old man opposite him must not have known how stubborn Ling'er was.

"Saint... Mr. Richie, I know you have a kind side, but sometimes in order to carry out the will of the Saint, a little sacrifice is nothing to us."

Bernard is a man in his sixties, but he feels his blood boiling and he really feels a bit like when he first converted to Christianity.

Liu Yonglu slapped his head and remembered the note. This old man must be talking about that kind of thing.

Yes, the girl in the white dress also asked me to make a trip. She has some connection with the Holy Maiden Sect. Okay, if I really do things for you later, I will get some benefits.

"I'll think about it later. If you don't have anything else to do today...I'll leave first?"

Liu Yonglu still doesn't know what the note means "Go to church quickly and be careful". Isn't the old man in front of him very easy to talk to?

"Mr. Rich, take care. When you have time, you can come to St. Francis Cathedral often and teach them to sing the lyrics of the Taiping song."

"Okay, we have no prejudices and we don't hide anything. I will teach you what I learned."

Bishop Bernard smiled humbly and escorted Ricky out of the church. As soon as he came back, he called the Holy See:

"Sir Cursander! Really, Saint Baran is real!"

As soon as the call was connected, Bernard said these words in a trembling voice.

“Well, the Holy See’s trust in Saint Barlaan has never wavered.”

Archbishop Kosander on the other end of the phone let out a long sigh, then licked his face and tried to make excuses.

"You asked me to find out Saint Baran's attitude towards the Lost Sea, and I did."

Bernard told Liu Yonglu exactly what he had just done, and the archbishop looked out the window at the courtyard filled with birdsong and flowers and nodded slightly:

“It’s not without reason that Saint Barlaan hesitated. As the saint’s shepherds, we cannot understand her will, so she sent saints to patrol the world.

Don't worry, from today on, I will mobilize the power of the Holy See to fully cooperate with Saint Barlan in his exploration of the Lost Sea.

in addition……"

The archbishop was about to hang up the phone, but then he seemed to remember something and added:
"Let Roselis and Haverson stay with Saint Barlan. They are deeply favored by the Saint and cannot be replaced."

Haversen was able to spot the fake Saint Baran at a glance and dared to fire the first shot. Not only was he right, he also made a contribution! He deserves a reward!
My wife just informed me that she has to take me to the nursery to take care of our daughter during the day today. I will take a look at the situation first. If I have time, I will add a few more chapters. If I don’t have time, I will post less. There should be more. I will do my best, everyone.

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