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Chapter 386: Breaking the Cup as a Signal on Candlemas Day

"Ricky, are these the only rooms in the church? I can't sleep with this guy at night."

As soon as Liu Yonglu entered the room, Millie Tang started complaining.

"Just make do with it for one night. This is a church, not a small hotel."

Liu Yonglu took a quick look and it was no wonder that Millie Tang was unhappy. There was a double bed in the room. Tonight Millie Tang would not only have to share a room with Ling'er, but also sleep in the same bed.

Hey...how about...

Liu Yonglu had a sly look in his eyes. A brilliant plan just popped into his mind, but he held it back in time. He poured a glass of water, sat on the chair and recounted the conversation he had just had with the saint in the dreamland.

There was no way, the amount of information was too much and he was afraid he would forget it again later.

"Humph."

"Humph."

Liu Yonglu finished speaking and heard the two people, one big and one small, sitting on the bed, groan.

Hey, what's wrong with you two? You both want to sing Lao Sheng? But Ling Er shouldn't be considered Lao Sheng, at most she can be considered an "old man".

Why was Millie Tang humming? She felt like sour water was gushing out of her mouth!
I was wondering why you stayed in the Dreamland house for so long without coming out, and you spent a lot of time chatting with the Saint.

Liu Yonglu was quite honest in front of Milly Tang and did not miss any details. According to the saint, she had noticed Liu Yonglu a long time ago, and it first happened in the basement of the Mother Moses Monastery. The painting also had a small part of her will attached to it. At that time, she felt that... this person was unusual.

Wow, you came earlier than me, and now you are given a bracelet, lit a cigarette, and finally given the title of Saint Barlaan.

No matter how much Millie Tang dislikes Liu Yonglu, how dare you smile so happily in my room!
But Millie Tang is not a fool. She took in all the massive information in Liu Yonglu's words just now. This world is a circle!

Recalling the little details of her childhood and some of the things her mother said casually, Millie Tang came to the conclusion that her mother should have known this, or at least guessed it.

But...why didn't she tell me?

This truth could never have been discovered by the mother herself. It must be a family secret, or even passed down from a witch who died hundreds of years ago.

If she hadn't told me... wouldn't the truth have been buried in the dust of history...

Oh, yes, there is a box in the attic of my house at the University of Michigan. That box was left to me by my mother. She clearly stated at the time that I could only open it before I got married.

Millie Tang originally thought it was an old wedding dress or something, but now she thinks it might contain notes about the truth about the world!

Why did Ling'er hum? She felt that Liu Yonglu was a little... unsophisticated.

She actually knew about the stone tablet of Uposas. It was said that many incredible spells and incantations were recorded on it. However, these things might be sought after by ordinary gods, but for her... they were just that.

So this time when she went to the Lost Sea, her focus was not on the stone slab, but on the Horn of Doom that could summon the Star of Judgment.

However, Liu Yonglu's information also helped her fill in a lot of missing intelligence, such as why the Horn of Doom was in the Lost Sea of ​​this space.

It must have been left there by a god who was fighting for the stone tablet when the "ring" was restarted.

When the "Ring" ceremony comes again this time, the god is likely to make a comeback, one to snatch the stone slab, and the other to get his own horn back.

In her eyes, Liu Yonglu was indeed meddling in other people's business. Even if this space needed to be restarted, could her silly brother ignore him?

We must protect him. If the world is destroyed, it will be destroyed. It has nothing to do with him.

So the two of them, one big and one small, sat on the bed and ranted in a sarcastic tone, which made Liu Yonglu dumbfounded... He touched the back of his head and thought to himself, I was being sincere and asked you two to help me with some advice, but the people who were scolding me were nothing but noses and eyes, how could they have such strong opinions?

"So what are you going to do next, Mr. Rich?"

"I'm planning to go to Lombardy tomorrow. The abandoned monastery is nearby. If I waste time here trying to catch the remaining murderers, I'll only limit myself.

We should remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances and be one step ahead of them. On the one hand, we should find the clues left to us by Bishop Jone, and on the other hand, we should continue to help the old Saint increase the cohesion of the Saint's sect.

She said before that in countless restarts, the Saintess sect would almost always turn against the Virgin Mary at a critical moment, because secretly, the Virgin Mary's flesh and blood had been integrated into the bodies of many believers. "

Liu Yonglu talked eloquently, and Millie Tang's eyelids jumped every time she heard the words "Saint Old Lady".

"Okay, that's it, we still have to take Botticelli and his companion with us, right?"

"Yes, this person is very useful, we must not let anyone else get him!"

"That's fine with me. I'm going to bed."

Mili Tang stood up and was about to wash up. Liu Yonglu quickly came over with a shameless face:

"Mi Li'er, I've thought about it. Why don't we let Ling'er sleep with his brother? We can stay in this room and chat about work at night."

"Hmph, forget it. Ling'er and I sleep well together."

Millie Tang glanced at Liu Yonglu in a sarcastic tone:
"Ling'er, where do you sleep? By the window or by the door?"

"You choose, I can do either."

Hey! The two started talking again, Liu Yonglu smacked his lips and could only tell a crosstalk to Xiaohu. …

Three carriages drove out of the gate of Amalfi Cathedral one after another. To the outside world, the truth about Bishop Gione's death had been revealed. The lame Pico, who worked in the stables, was the murderer and had been executed.

Presiding Judge Mirandola remained in the Amalfi Cathedral, doing some cleanup work, and the church seemed to have returned to its normal state.

Pastor Bolare still did everything himself as he did in the past, and his busy figure could be seen everywhere inside and outside the church.

"Luca Berni, has today's mail been delivered?"

Reverend Bollalei knocked on the door of a study and saw a clerical Christian in his twenties bending over a desk, writing furiously.

"No, the honorable judges asked me to help copy the list, and I haven't had time to deliver the letter yet."

"I'll deliver it for you. Candlemas is coming soon. Many things will be very troublesome if they are delayed."

Reverend Bollerey sorted the letters into different categories, and then put them into a small wooden box full of drawers. Finally, he carried the box on his back and prepared to go out to deliver the letters.

"Mr. Bollarei, let me do it. I have almost finished copying the list."

A believer named Luca Berni quickly ran over and took the box from Pastor Bollarei. Although Pastor Bollarei was a bit rigid in his work, his devotion to the saint and his own abilities were beyond doubt.

After Bishop Jone's death, the Holy See will most likely send a new candidate, but the new bishop will most likely also entrust Brare with important tasks.

"Okay, then be careful and don't send it to the wrong person."

"Okay, the list has already been copied, so just send it back later."

After the young clerical Christian left, Pastor Bolare was left alone in the study. He walked to the window and hid behind the curtains. Only after he saw Lucaboni had completely gone far away did he lock the door and pick up the receiver of the phone.

"Saint Mercy Shines on the Earth, hello, Holy See, I am Luca Berni, the secretary of the Amalfi Church, and I need to speak to Munir at the library."

Lucaboni makes countless phone calls every day. Even if there is a problem with his contact, the Holy See will not be able to find out about him for a while.

"Sorry, Munir is not in the library right now."

"Okay, trouble."

The answer was just as Bollarre had expected. He gently put down the receiver but still stood next to it. Five minutes later, the phone rang.

"Saint Maiden's Mercy..."

"Deep Sea Descends."

As soon as Bolare finished the first half of his sentence, an unusual response came from the other end of the phone, and both parties confirmed each other's identities.

"Lame Pico was killed by the Inquisition, and the other party closed the case on the grounds that he was the murderer of Jone. Inquisitors Bill and Jacob were accompanying Saint Baran to Lombardy.

The returnees, Botticelli and Lorenzo, were also on board.

Father Bollarre reported the progress briefly.

"It doesn't matter. The followers of the false god have never defeated the Source of No Source. You..."

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly paused. Even through the phone, Father Bolare could still hear the dull throat sound. The other party seemed to be suppressing something:
"Control that...Returner...Don't worry about Saint Barlan, the damned accomplice of the false god, I will kill him...on the Day of Judgment...hang him on the stake...and peel off his skin with a knife!
Hanging it together with that Castalana... This kind of painting of flesh and blood... has not appeared for a long time...

The corpses of the false god's followers... piled up in the square... are a sign of our march..."

From the other end of the phone, mumbling bloody curses continued to be heard. The voice of the other party sounded like a woman, a man, an old man, and a child.

Ordinary people would be horrified even if they just heard these statements, but Father Bolare looked calm. He could feel the blood in his body rising slightly with the other party's curses.

That is the result of the blessing of the Virgin Mary.

"Listen, Bellara."

The cursing stopped, and the person on the other end of the phone returned to his normal tone:

"Don't worry about rescuing the survivors. Just do your job in the Amalfi Cathedral."

"Please forgive my previous incompetence, and please do not ignore Saint Baran."

Even though the other party did not express any resentment, Bollares still apologized. In the original plan, Botticelli was falsely accused of murdering Bishop Giorgione, which was a clever trick that killed two birds with one stone.

Not only did he clear out the wavering traitors, but he also cleverly kept the returnees under his control. No one would have the slightest doubt.

Who knew that Saint Balan would suddenly appear?

"Well, I hope Saint Barlaan can live to see Candlemas. Just like what the Virgin Mary said just now, Candlemas is the final judgment of countless faithful believers on those who believe in false gods."

“I look forward to that day.”

Bolare hung up the phone, and under his earlobe, a piece of flesh the size of a little finger stopped moving. Bolare seemed unaware of the changes in his body.

(End of this chapter)