Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 390 The Missing Children
"Saint Baran is..."

Botticelli still did not rush to answer, but glanced at the ceiling and listened carefully to something.

Henrich and the village chief Pioli in the house did not urge him. In fact, they had noticed Boyce's strange behavior since he entered the house, and this was precisely the evidence that he was blessed by the saint.

"Dongfang...Dongfang Qiluowa...What is this thing..."

Botticelli muttered softly, Liu Yonglu's whispers were still echoing in his ears, but he could no longer understand what Saint Barain was saying.

After finishing one paragraph, Liu Yonglu changed to the next one! It would be strange if he could understand it.

Alas... However, the question of who Saint Baraan is does not need to be answered by Saint Baraan himself. Botticelli knows it, especially since there has been a new trend of studying Saint Baraan in Virginia recently, so Botticelli is particularly familiar with the story of this saint.

He first told some parables of saints that he had learned before, and then added some recent emerging allusions about the missionary work of Saint Baraan and the saint.

The three people in charge at the table nodded frequently as they listened.

"Bernus, do you have the gold coins I gave you with you?"

The old fisherman Chip was a little drunk, his weather-beaten face was red, and he waved to Bernus who was standing at the door.

"Of course, I was planning to return it to you today."

Although he said this, Bernus looked reluctant when he took out the gold coins.

"Since Saint Barlaan is the patron saint of the saint, and it sounds like he has an upright character and is admirable, I will dedicate this gold coin to Saint Barlaan."

The old fisherman took out the dagger he carried with him from his pocket and scratched the name of Saint Barlaan on the gold coin.

After today, the saint will probably become a deity worshipped and revered by the whole village, and I will be considered the first believer. Doing so will help improve my status in the hearts of other believers.

Old Chip's calculations were quite impressive.

He asked the village chief for a wooden box and put the gold coins into it. He also clenched his fists and said in a serious manner, imitating Boyce:
"The saint's compassion shines on the earth."

When Bernus first heard Old Khipu say that he wanted to present the gold coins to Saint Barlaan, he was very happy, thinking that the gold coins would fall into the hands of Boyce. Unexpectedly, the old man put them in a wooden box.

“Kip, all respect for the Saint and Saint Baran aside, Boyce is sitting right in front of you, and he actually killed the monster and preached the Saint’s…gospel to everyone.

Don’t you think you should show some appreciation?”

Just as they had discussed before coming here, Boyce would be in charge of the Saint's affairs, while he would have to find ways to help the two of them get some benefits.

"That's right, that's right..."

Old Pip muttered a few words with his eyelids drooping, and promised but said nothing more.

His family's situation was better than those of the two brothers, but it was also limited. He could not afford to pay extra money to thank Boyce, so it was inappropriate to talk about the 10 loaves of bread at this time.

"What do you want, Bernus? The villagers will go out to sea to fish in two days. Under the blessing of the Saint's Gospel, a prosperous life will not be far away."

The village chief responded that he actually wanted to postpone the payment until the fishing boat returned safely from the sea.

Bernus didn't buy it. He was tired of living in poverty and didn't care about his face. He only cared about benefits.

"We can't keep living in this shabby house by the sea, can we? Find us the best house in the village and we'll move in right away.

Don't look so sad, old Pioli. This will benefit everyone. Although you have copied the scriptures, can you guarantee that you can understand the contents?
Boyce lives in the village and you can ask him anytime and anywhere. You need to memorize the scriptures quickly so that you can go to sea quickly. You can't be confused about this, right?"

"No problem. I'll take care of the house. I'll make sure you can move in tonight, and there will be hot food ready in the room."

Henrich agreed readily. He was the richest businessman in the village. In addition to running a tavern, he also brewed a unique liquor, one of the ingredients of which came from the sea.

It can be said that the fact that the fishing boats could not go out to sea had the greatest impact on him. It was just two houses, which did not matter to him at all:
"Squillani, please make another trip to transport the things from Boyce and Bernus's homes."

After Henrich finished instructing his second son, he slapped his head as if he suddenly remembered something:
“Boyce, I have another question. Since the Saint is a compassionate deity who listens to all things, do you have her statue?

Or...is there any mass that can allow us to witness the advent of the saint?"

Statue? Advent? Botticelli turned his head and glanced at Saint Bernardus... The saint is right in front of him, your sister!

As he was in a daze, everything around him began to fade and turn white, and when Botticelli opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed in the Lombardy Hotel.

The morning sun shone into the room through the glass. Botticelli sat up from the bed and went to look for Saint Barain first.

I looked up and saw... the saint was sleeping soundly on the little bed!
"Your Excellency Saint Baraan, Your Excellency Saint Baraan..."

Why is this room so damp... and there's a faint salty smell...

Botticelli opened the window to get some fresh air, and the chirping of birds coming from the hotel courtyard also woke Liu Yonglu up.

"Tsk, this pillow is really soft. What time is it..."

Liu Yonglu rubbed his eyes and looked up. It was already daybreak. He was still trying to make amends for himself:
"Well, I didn't sleep. I didn't fall asleep. I just dozed off for a while while meditating. How were you last night? Did you see the old Saint again?"

"Your Excellency Saint Baran, thank you for your timely assistance. I believe this is all the will of the Saint."

Botticelli had so much experience that when he saw Saint Barlaan awake, he thought of the help he had received in his dream at the latest, and he thanked him with gratitude. Liu Yonglu was also puzzled... Help him? Help with what? The people of the Saint's Sect are really interesting... I don't know what's wrong with their brains. They are so polite so early in the morning. He muttered in his heart, but couldn't say it out loud:

"Hey, it's nothing. We are helping the old saint to spread the gospel, and it's our duty.

Okay, as long as you're okay, I slept well all night yesterday... No, I was also very peaceful during meditation.

Let's go downstairs quickly. This hotel is pretty good today, and I guess the breakfast won't be bad either. The attractions are quite far away today, so I don't know when we'll have lunch."

Liu Yonglu really thought he was here for a trip.

He didn't waste any more time talking to Botticelli. He got dressed and went to knock on Haverson's room. He handed Botticelli to the little genius brother and sister. He also had to take Xiaohu downstairs for dinner!

……

Early morning, Holy See.

Archbishop Kosander sat in the spacious dining room enjoying his breakfast.

Bill had reported on the situation in Amalfi by phone a few days ago. Saint Baran is Saint Baran, listen to everything...

Kosander looked at the flowers blooming wildly outside the window. Although he was a cardinal, he was just the shepherd of the saint. When would he be able to possess the immortality and power of a saint?

With a sigh, he put down the fork in his hand and clenched his fist to repent for his usurpation and greed.

Outside the door, the young believer who was usually in charge of Kosander's daily life was tidying up the clothes that the archbishop would wear today. There were five believers in charge of his daily life, and they took turns to look after him according to schedule. The one who was ironing his robe at the door today was a young man in his twenties named Nechuli.

"The Archbishop is still dining?"

A middle-aged man rushed in from the door. He was tall and strong, with a shiny bald head. Nechuli knew him. He was the dean of the Inquisition, named Borgmann Bavarit.

"Good day, Mr. Borgman. The Archbishop is still having his meal. Please wait for a moment."

The young man held the steam iron in his hand, looked up, smiled and continued with his work.

"Tsk..."

Borgman was obviously a man of short temper. Instead of sitting on the chair in the lounge, he paced back and forth, slapping his palms with the few pages of paper in his hands.

"How about you go back first? I'll ask Lord Kosander to find you later?"

The young cultist slowly shook the robe in his hands.

"No need to look for me. The Archbishop must have a lot on his plate recently. Everyone is running around for the Saint's Tour. Even several of our Inquisition's people have been borrowed."

Borgman said irritably, shaking his head.

"Have you had your breakfast? I have a piece of bread with ham."

"Give this document to Lord Kosander. After he reads it... I guess the Archbishop isn't thinking about this right now. Wait until the Saint leaves Victoria and then... let him come to me."

Borgman took the bread handed to him by Qiu Nelli and ate half of it in one bite. He then put the document on the table in the lounge.

This document is important because it is related to a heresy investigation that took place a few years ago.

But it is not important either, because all the investigations are still at the suspicion stage, and several bishops are currently focusing on the Saints’ Parade. It will take until after Candlemas to restart the investigation.

A few years ago, a devout wealthy businessman in Victoria was murdered in his home. Including him, all seven members of his family were killed. The means of murder were extremely cruel.

A drunken witness said that he was drunk that day and lay down in the alley in front of a wealthy businessman's house. He saw the murderer's appearance, a young man wearing a black robe and a cloth mask on his face.

The drunk man leaned against a trash can and witnessed the murderer coming out of the rich man's house. He took off his black robe and threw it into the trash can, and took off his mask at the same time.

A scar runs from the forehead to the jaw! This is the characteristic of the murderer!
The Inquisition has been working with the Tribunal to track down the murderer in recent years, and Borgman has given a surprising answer. Of course, all this is still only in the suspicion stage.

He accidentally read the church files of the Inquisitor from 10 years ago. At that time, only out of more than children passed the final test. The others were eliminated because they either did not meet the requirements or were not devout in their faith.

Among them was a child named Alpia who had a similar scar on his face!

What puzzled Borgman even more was that most of the children who were rejected did not stay in Victoria to become clergymen. They all left in just three years.

And now even the court can't find any trace of them!
This report records the course of Borgman's investigation.

The ironed robe was hung up by Nechuli. He opened the report and glanced at it casually. The young man had a smile on his face from beginning to end. The next second, he threw the report under the table.

Ten minutes later, Kosander came out of his meal. There were still a lot of things waiting for him to decide today.

"Kid, no one called just now, right?"

"No, it's peaceful, Master Kosander."

Nechuli slowly took off his robe and put it on the archbishop.

(End of this chapter)