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Chapter 371 The Holy See Stage, Come If You Are Sick

Liu Yonglu and five other people strolled along the old streets of Victoria.

It is true that the customs and culture of Victoria are somewhat different from those of Moses Sader. The quaint dilapidated buildings, the artistic city atmosphere, and the plants and flowers that can only bloom in a warm and humid climate all make Liu Yonglu stop to admire them frequently.

"Sir, do you want me to draw a portrait of you? From this angle, you can see the spire of Amalfi Cathedral. The Rolande bell on it was cast by Archbishop Alderano five hundred years ago.

It is said that ringing the twelve bells at dawn can call upon the sleeping Virgin Mary and spread the forgotten original maternal love to the continent.

As they were walking, the painter who was sitting outside the cafe suddenly introduced himself to Liu Yonglu enthusiastically.

"Okay, but there are too many of us. Can we draw on one piece of paper?"

"This... is a bit difficult. I can try..."

The painter was stunned at first. The task assigned to him by the Holy See was to paint a portrait of this person, but did not say to include all the people in the picture. Alas, there is a big difference between painting six people and painting one person.

"Don't be busy yet, don't be busy yet, let me ask you, how much does it cost to paint a picture?"

Liu Yonglu is quite cunning. He is afraid that the painters will cheat the tourists, so he asks about the price first.

"Uh... well, my skills are limited, so I'll just treat it as an exercise. It's free."

The painter lied with open eyes. As one of the most famous painters in Victoria, he usually charged at least eight or nine silver coins to paint a portrait for someone.

"Hey! Bai Hua! That's great. Can the six of us stand here? We won't block other people's way, right?"

"No, no."

Blocking other people's way? At this station, there will be a sheriff to stop the pedestrians passing by, and no one will care even if you stand there all night.

The painter politely prepared his easel, palette and other necessary items, ready to start painting.

"Mr. Rich, shall I join you?"

Haverson was quite embarrassed. This was Saint Barlan, not an ordinary person. How could he be included in the painting with him? Although he yearned for it in his heart, it was the highest honor, but it was also a bit... presumptuous.

"That's fine. We're just traveling for fun. You two should follow my instructions. Roselis, you stand on Millie Tang's side, and Haverson, you stand on my side."

Liu Yonglu specially posed the six people according to their heights. He stood in the middle with his arm around Millie Tang, Ling'er stood in front of him, Xiaohu stood in front of Millie Tang, and the little genius brother and sister stood on both sides as bodyguards.

"You're holding me pretty tight, Mr. Richie." Millie Tang gritted her teeth.

"Tsk, to prevent it from getting stuck later. Besides, if you keep it close, it won't be... warm."

Liu Yonglu smiled playfully, with one arm around Millie Tang's shoulders and the other on Ling'er's back.

Ling'er didn't want to cooperate, but when she was about to run, Xiaohu's left hand grabbed her right hand, and she couldn't run away.

The six figures in front of him created great difficulty for the painter to paint. The two judges on the left and right were easier to deal with. They stood straight with solemn expressions, and really gave off a bit of the feeling of martyrs in religious paintings.

But this great man… why is he standing in an awkward position… and has many facial expressions, smiling, winking, and the Holy See has specifically instructed that this figure must be painted with a majestic and sacred feeling. How can this be sacred? It’s not even close!
The woman next to him was very beautiful, even surpassing the imagination of female appearance by painters so far. But just like the big shot next to her, she was particularly uncooperative. The expression on her face changed all the time, and she would glance up and roll her eyes from time to time. It was too embarrassing.

What bothered him the most were the two children in front of him. They had been fighting since they were standing there, and the looks in their eyes... gave the painter a chill, especially the little boy, whose big eyes didn't even blink. The painter thought he was hallucinating, and it made him feel creepy.

These two hours were more like torture than painting, and the painter was sweating all over after finishing.

"Sir, the painting is finished. Please take a look and I will adjust it if there is anything that needs to be changed."

Liu Yonglu walked over and took a look. To be honest, it was far beyond his imagination and much better than the one he had painted on the Italian-style street a few years ago!
But there is just one thing...other people's drawings are all very good, but my own face seems to look less and less like myself the more I look at it.

The painter painted himself into a kind of...unrealistic divine beauty. It would not be out of place to hang this painting on the wall of a church. But since it is a free painting, don't ask too much of it. Let's just leave it this way for now!

"Let's say it's called 'boundary' (Tianjin dialect, to be honest, it's said to be derived from the old English word 'boundary'), the painting is hopeless, give it to me."

"Sir... rolling it up might damage the paint that hasn't dried completely yet. So, please go to the front and look around. I'll find a frame for it and give it to you."

The "powerful" painter didn't understand at all, but he understood if you wanted to roll it up and take it away, saying, "Aren't you ruining art? Do you know how much this painting of mine usually sells for?"

Besides, the Holy See had also instructed that I should draw two copies of this painting. One copy would be given to the great man in front of me to take away, and then I would have to copy another copy and send it to the Holy See later!
"Oh... you're so particular. Okay, I'll come get it later."

Since he didn’t spend a penny, Liu Yonglu wasn’t afraid that the painter would run away, so he continued shopping with the five people.

As they walked, they arrived at a square, which was just like the square in Liu Yonglu's impression. In the front was a magnificent landmark building with Roman columns and carved eaves. There was a large fountain in the center of the square. Some pedestrians and residents sat under the fountain to chat and relieve boredom, while others were busy with their own lives.

"Mi Li'er, do you have any coins? Give me two of small denomination."

Mosesad and Victoria use different currencies. Liu Yonglu exchanged a lot of them before coming here, but he found it troublesome to carry them with him, so they are all with Millie Donna.

Millie Tang handed over a few copper coins. Liu Yonglu closed his eyes, held the copper coins in his hands and muttered something.

After a few seconds, he raised his palm and threw all the copper coins into the fountain.

"Humph……"

Millie Tang and Ling'er snorted coldly at the same time. Witches and gods naturally did not believe in making wishes, so they also sneered at Liu Yonglu's naive behavior.

Liu Yonglu was just about to leave when he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye a young man in his twenties with his hat pulled down. He was sitting next to the fountain with a burlap bag in his hand, and he seemed to be counting the contents of the bag with his hands placed next to it.

As he counted, the young man began to move to the left, moving a small distance at a time.

Beside him sat an old gentleman in a white knitted hat, dozing with his head bent.

The young man moved to the old gentleman's side and quietly reached into his pocket. With two fingers, the young man slowly pulled out a wallet!
Hey! Liu Yonglu thought, how can there be a thief in broad daylight?
"Little BK! What are you doing!?"

"Saint Maiden's compassion shines upon the earth, what are you doing!"

Liu Yonglu had just cursed at the thief when two more people jumped out from the back of the fountain. They were both wearing white robes and had bangs and bowl-cut hair, dressed like clergymen.

The two of them got closer, blocking the thief's way. The young man who stole the wallet seemed to be panicked all of a sudden. He looked around and saw no escape route, so he could only stand there in a daze.

The thief was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell to his knees at the feet of the two priests. He grasped the hem of his white robe with both hands and begged:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my lords. I just lost my mind... I... I have no other choice... Please, let me go, don't take me to the police station."

The young man burst into tears and confessed his sins incoherently:
“I’m an apprentice in a jewelry store. Yesterday I accidentally broke a vase that belonged to my boss. I really had no choice.

My wife has been in poor health recently and has been lying in bed. She recently contracted a strange disease and her neck is covered with red pustules. She will die if she doesn't have money to buy medicine.

This is really my first time stealing something, please believe me. "

The two white-robed priests calmed down after hearing what the young man said. One of them stroked the young man’s head and said:

"We are not adults, but humble shepherds of the Saint. Lost lambs, even if we are in danger, we should not turn our malice towards other innocent poor people.

Your twisted soul is like a leaf blown by the wind. If you allow yourself to degenerate, you will simply merge into the mud and never be redeemed.

Open your arms and embrace the pure sincerity and kindness. It is like a towering tree that protects you from the wind and rain. Only by embracing the saint of universal love and compassion can your soul return to peace and tranquility. "

Liu Yonglu was stunned. The whole thing was so coherent that he almost listened to it. At this time, another pastor also added:
“If you’d like, please take me to the jewelry store where you work, and I’ll ask your boss to postpone the debt for breaking the vase for a while.

Under the gospel of the Saint of Mercy, I think he will forgive you, a lost child.

Take us to see your wife, poor creature, and perhaps the physicians of the Holy See will be able to help you."

“You two, I have also been baptized, but just now it seemed as if something filthy and foul had confused my mind, preventing me from hearing the gospel of the Saint and feeling the light of the Holy See.

How stupid and ugly I am. Thank you for preventing me from going too far down this dark and muddy road. I sincerely repent for the sins I have committed. "

"Everyone makes mistakes, and you have your reasons."

These words were not spoken by the two white-robed priests, but by the old gentleman whose wallet was stolen. He walked over and looked down at the young man, his eyes full of pity and tolerance:
"If you sincerely repent of your mistakes, please remember that if you meet a poor person in a desperate situation like you in the future, don't be stingy with your tolerance and kindness. I think this is how the gospel was spread by saints on the continent thousands of years ago..."

"Of course I will. I will never let any kind soul ..."

The four of them continued to talk about one thought-provoking and moving conversation after another, and Liu Yonglu was stunned.

The Holy See is OK! There is something here! The small stage play is well-staged, with lines, postures, and expressions! They put a lot of effort into it! But the archbishop is also quite free, he has nothing to do after eating and he plays this for me.

"Sir, your righteous act has made us feel the power of the gospel. May I ask if you are a foreign merchant?"

Liu Yonglu shook his head and was about to leave, but was stopped by the white-robed priest.

"Yes, I'm from another place, and today I've really broadened my horizons." Liu Yonglu said with a double meaning.

"She can stand up to worldly affairs that have nothing to do with her. The glory of the saint has indeed spread all over the earth."

The pastor was still praising him. Liu Yonglu sucked his teeth and thought, as long as you are happy, it's fine:
"Oh, it's getting late. We're going to eat. I want to ask you something. Which restaurant nearby makes good specialties?"

The pastor was stunned for a moment before he understood what Liu Yonglu meant, and pointed him in a direction with a smile.

Liu Yonglu thanked the pastor politely and waved goodbye.

"Mr. Richie, it seems that the Saint's Sect has put a lot of thought into the preparations."

"Do you think I can't see it? They wanted me to go to the north to eat, but I went to the south! Out of sight, out of mind. Let's just be quiet."

Just as Liu Yonglu adjusted his direction, Botticelli's voice came from the dark alley beside him:
"Lorenzo, it seems that Saint Baran didn't go to the restaurant as planned. Hurry up and catch up. This is a good opportunity to get close to him!"

(End of this chapter)