Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 388: In dreams and outside dreams, Saint Barlan and you are connected in heart (I)

In the hotel, Liu Yonglu asked the boss for two quilts to put on his makeshift single bed.

Tonight was a good night. Alfonso was convinced. The Universe Cigarette was about to set sail. Liu Yonglu didn't believe it! After all his operations, the old lady Saint couldn't beat the Holy Mother!

"Okay, stop nagging me and just go to sleep."

Liu Yonglu took a pot of water and placed it on the bedside. He said this to Botticelli. After solving the issue of folk beliefs, the personal safety of Botticelli, the returnee, could not be neglected.

We are not staying in a church today. Alfonso has already booked the best hotel in Lombardy. We can sleep however we want and there are plenty of rooms.

But Liu Yonglu still had to stay in the same room with Botticelli, as it was his turn to keep watch today.

In fact, after the previous night, Liu Yonglu relaxed a little. According to the old saint, the returner's mission was not dangerous. After all, his fateful nightmare was also related to the resurrection of the Virgin Mary, and the Virgin Mary would not let him die too early.

However, Liu Yonglu also raised his own questions.

"Can we let Botticelli kill the Virgin Mary in his dream? Changing the past will change the present!"

“You underestimate the Holy Mother. She is a genuine deity, and her status is not low. Even if she is injured, she cannot be killed by an ordinary person.

Let’s put it this way, even if you find the best occultist in the world, like your witch colleague…”

"daughter in law……"

Liu Yonglu was correcting him in a low voice.

“Well, even if your wife enters a nightmare, it may not harm the Virgin.

This nightmare is so magical that I suspect it is part of the Virgin Mary’s decadent will. I have also made some attempts and found that no matter how I try, I cannot fundamentally change the course of history.”

"But it should be okay to change it a little bit."

“Our Lady doesn’t care about the details at all. Sometimes the missionary stories of the Saints take place in the desert, sometimes mythical creatures like dragons appear in the Saints’ scriptures, and sometimes there are no characters like saints.

But that's not important. No matter how the story develops, the Saint's Sect will be established, and I and its image will be regarded as the core of the faith. "

"understood."

Therefore, Liu Yonglu did not make any high demands on Botticelli. Anyway, as long as Botticelli did not die suddenly in his dream and was not abducted by other people, he could do whatever he wanted with the rest.

"Mr. Saint Baran, is there really nothing you need to tell me?"

Botticelli felt relieved that the saint would sleep with him in the room tonight, but he would see the saint in his dream later! Botticelli added a sentence to be on the safe side.

"You go to sleep and keep your mind at ease. I'll be by your side, oh, by the way."

Botticelli really reminded Liu Yonglu that although this boy was very devout to the sect, was he loyal to the Virgin Mary or to the saint?

Loyalty that is not absolute is equal to absolute disloyalty. You have to figure this out for yourself:

"Let me ask you a question. If the Saint and the Virgin both fell into the river, who would you save?"

Botticelli never expected Liu Yonglu to ask such an outrageous question, and he stood there in a daze:
"Can only one person be saved?" Botticelli suspected that this was a trap Saint Baraan set for himself.

"You can only save one. Choose."

Even though Liu Yonglu said so, Botticelli still didn't dare to choose. What if he made the wrong choice and the saint suddenly turned against him and wanted to kill him?

"Think carefully, why is the Saint's Sect called the Saint's Sect instead of the Holy Mother Sect?"

Seeing that the child was trembling with fear and didn't dare to speak, Liu Yonglu encouraged him from the side.

"Then...save the Saint...?"

"Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly!"

"Save the Saint!"

"Very good, very spirited! Remember, loyalty to the Saint is above all else, do you hear me?"

"I see. I see."

Looking at Saint Barain's expression, Botticelli knew he had made the right choice. He didn't dare to say any more and jumped onto the bed to go to sleep. What's more, even though the lights were on in the room and there was a living person looking at him at the head of the bed, it did not affect Botticelli's sleep. After a while, he fell asleep.

The Saint and Saint Bernius had packed up and left their shabby house, and Botticelli could only lie on the dry floor and look into the darkness to pass the time.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door. After an unknown amount of time, Botticelli used his hands to block out the sunlight coming in from the window. It turned out that he had fallen asleep again in his dream. It was already dawn.

"Boyce, Boyce! Get up!"

It was the voice of Saint Bernus outside the door. Botticelli opened the door and found that his friend had changed into a relatively clean and tidy suit and was standing at the door with a smile on his face. "I just got up in the morning and found someone waiting for me at the door. Guess who it was? The partner of the old fisherman Chip, and three or four other people from the village, including the bricklayer Bodji, the restaurant owner Henrich, and the village chief's second son Squillani.

Everybody's waiting for you to tell the story about witchcraft. I thought old Chip would keep his mouth shut, but he caused such a stir.

10 pieces of bread are really not enough. You can see my expression later and we will try to get more."

As soon as the door opened, Saint Bernus started chattering like a machine gun.

"Is Boyce awake? Call him out quickly."

"Don't rush him, he just got up and his butt is naked!"

Saint Bernus shouted behind him, and Botticelli could see clearly that there was a donkey cart parked outside the door and a young man was looking at him impatiently with a piece of wormwood in his mouth.

"Anyway, just go ahead and talk about your business. I'll take care of the money issue. Do you hear me?"

Saint Bernus patted Botticelli on the shoulder.

Botticelli didn't know how to deal with the situation. He thought it would be a good idea to follow Saint Bernus, so he could only close the door and be helped onto the donkey cart by Saint Bernus.

After walking for more than an hour, Botticelli saw a village on a hill in the distance. There were about dozens of houses, and most of them were built crookedly, which did not look very prosperous.

"I saw it with my own eyes! Did you understand? I saw it with my own eyes. The monster was so close to me!

At first I stood in front to let Bernus and Boyce run for their lives, but the monster was too fast, and I don't know why it targeted Boyce.

The next second, it disappeared! I only heard the monster's screams, and then it disappeared! Boyce was left standing there alone."

As soon as Botticelli arrived at the entrance of the village, he heard the exaggerated boasting of the old fisherman Chip.

"Who knows if what you said is true? If Boyce really knew witchcraft, would he live on the coast and starve every day?"

"That spineless wimp that is Bodji."

Saint Bernus swore under his breath, and Botticelli realized that the person who had retorted in the house was the bricklayer Bodzierzo he had mentioned.

"Cough cough."

Saint Bernus coughed heavily before opening the door, then strode into the room with a haughty stride.

At this time, the house was packed with people, both men and women, old and young. There were three people sitting at a broken wooden table in the middle, including the old fisherman Chip, an old man holding a cane, and a middle-aged man dressed relatively decently.

Old Chip was slamming the table and loudly retorting:

"I have said it so many times, that is not witchcraft, it is the power of the Saint. Boyce is a saint inspired by the Saint. The power of the Saint is absolutely incomparable to those crazy witchcrafts!"

The table was slammed loudly, and the thin middle-aged man who was standing in the crowd and confronting him was also intimidated by Old Chip's momentum. He just lowered his head and cursed a few words, and dared not talk back.

"Boyce, you're here just in time. Tell me how the Saint saved you yesterday! The good days of those monsters in the sea are coming to an end!"

Seeing the two brothers Bois and Bernus come in, the old fisherman quickly pushed the two glasses of wine on the table over to them.

"I... I just believe in the Saint. Even if the Saint falls into the water, I will save her first..."

Botticelli had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that he was incoherent. After he said this, the crowd around him burst into laughter.

"Boyce! Speak up! This is not just your problem. It concerns the survival of the entire village!"

The old fisherman felt a little embarrassed. He was happy about the commission he got last night, so he bought a bottle of liquor and drank it in the village. After getting drunk, he couldn't hide what was on his mind anymore, and he boasted about his great achievements.

Word spread quickly, and soon everyone in the village knew that Boyce knew witchcraft and had defeated the monster in the sea!

When the old fisherman sobered up, he felt a little regretful, but there was no turning back. The village chief Pioli and Henrich, the richest man in the village, found him and insisted that he explain everything.

The old fisherman was a native of the area. Apart from being a bit of a drinker, he was a decent man. He swore to heaven that he had used gold coins as collateral in exchange for Boyce's secret.

Gold coins...the two of them had seen the old fisherman's gold coins. Kip was willing to mortgage the gold coins!? That meant it wasn't groundless.

"Tell me slowly, child, from the beginning, about the Saint and her great power."

The village chief paused and used the cane in his hand to interrupt the villagers' laughter. Botticelli then calmed down and said, "Since Saint Barlaan told me to deal with it calmly, I will answer him with the teachings of the saint."

Sincerity is the fuel for all good intentions, and this is also recorded in the Holy Scriptures.

Botticelli sat on a chair, clasped his hands and silently recited the Canon of Saints. At first, the villagers in the house were chattering and occasionally laughing.

But ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, an hour passed, and Botticelli was still talking.

The middle-aged man named Henrich at the table kept writing down what Boyce said quickly, with a look of shock on his face!

Just as the old fisherman thought, the words spoken by the young man in front of him would never be his fabrication. It is still doubtful whether the saint has great power, but Boyce must know something!
(End of this chapter)