Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 401 Saints’ Dream Come True
"Mr. Richie, I know you've been very busy lately. There are so many people gathered outside the hotel now, and you have to pay attention to listen to their demands, but..."

"Don't be so polite, just say what you want to say."

The apple core drew a beautiful parabola in the air and Liu Yonglu threw it into the trash can. He waved his hand and listened to their requests... He really treated me as the Kitchen God.

"Now I still have nightmares every night. In my dreams, the villagers in the fishing village are trying hard to recite the Holy Virgin's Canon in preparation for going out to sea to fish.

Do I need to... do something? What if those villagers die in the monster's mouth? And that girl named Castalana, some of the portraits of her and the saint are really..."

"You..."

Liu Yonglu guessed what Botticelli wanted to talk to him about, and it was still about the dream of return.

However, the old saint told me that I don’t need to take this dream too seriously, because the will of the Virgin Mary will interfere with the inevitable result. In other words, the grandfather paradox will not appear in the return dream.

Even if he told Botticelli to find ways to kill the Virgin Mary or the saints in his dreams, some unexpected events would prevent these situations from happening.

As for other details, his manipulation would not be of much use, and the Virgin Mary would not care.

As for Botticelli's personal safety, according to the saint, in her contacts with several returnees, she had not found anyone who died suddenly in a dream.

How should I tell Botticelli?
Tell him you can just hang out? Just treat it as a game or a dream? He probably still won't feel at ease, so it's better to comfort him and let him put his mind at ease:
"Do you want me to help you realize your dream?"

"A dream come true? I guess."

"This dream is just what I was thinking. Don't take it too seriously. As the saying goes, men don't dream of giving birth and women don't dream of beards. Your dream is generally speaking..."

Just as Liu Yonglu was about to exhort Botticelli, he saw Xiaohu sitting on a chair eating oranges one after another, and he quickly shouted:
"Xiao Hu, have you rested enough? If you have, hurry up and practice again. Let's go back to the part you just did.

We talk about ours, you practice yours, and when you go on stage to perform, you can’t always be disturbed by the outside world. This is also a training for you.”

Xiaohu quickly jumped down from the chair and continued to practice the piece of "Selling Five Instruments" in the house. This piece was just finished by Biebie last night, and he was most happy to listen to it!
"Where were we?"

“Dreams are thoughts in the mind.”

"Yes, yes, dreams are what you think in your heart. Your dream may have had some meaning before, but now I am right beside you, what do you have to be afraid of?

What did you dream about? Let me summarize it for you. First, you were living in a small fishing village, starving and cold. Then you dreamed of a girl who looked like a saint. Finally, the fishermen were preparing to go out to sea to fish.

That’s three things in total, right?”

Botticelli nodded. Although Saint Barlaan had not given any constructive suggestions so far, who was he? A saint. Although he was not present at the parade a few days ago, he heard about it. Saint Barlaan took out the holy weapon given by the saint and frightened six Sahagun believers to death!
“Let me break it down for you… ahem… you dreamed that you were poor and sleeping next to a hut by the sea.

This, this, this…”

Liu Yonglu was shaking his hands. Usually, this was a job that the old ladies in the neighborhood were happy to do. Why did it fall on him today?

"This sea is huge... If it weren't huge, it would be a lake, right?"

"Well, yes."

"Your house is next to the sea, and you are lying in the house. Of course, lying can also be said to be resting, right?"

"Right……"

Botticelli didn't know what disease the saint in front of him had, but fortunately, the two had been together for some time, and he had a little understanding of Saint Barabi's temperament and character. This patron saint could not be treated with common sense.

"Yes! Yes! Live by the sea! Live by the sea! Have you ever heard of this saying?"

"No……"

This saying does not exist in the Western Continent.

"Hey, kid, how can you not understand this? Borrowing money to buy seafood doesn't count as being ignorant! You beat them up and they make a living from the sea, so shouldn't the fishermen go to the sea? Don't stop them, let them go, let them go as much as they want!"

"Okay, what about the second thing? That girl who looks so much like a saint, how can I…"

"That's easy. What you think about during the day you will dream about at night! What do you usually do besides painting?"

"I recite the Holy Scriptures and say Mass every day."

"That's right! So it's not strange that you dreamed of the Saint, but it's strange that you dreamed of your second uncle! You have to dream of the Saint!
I tell you, what you hear during the day, what you think in your head, and what you dream about... all of these are useful."

What I heard during the day... Botticelli looked around the room, and I heard you, the child, complaining about being poor during the day... While they were chatting, Xiaohu was still doing his work. Botticelli had been sitting there until now, and he had listened to a section of "Selling Five Instruments" for the third time.

He didn't know what the child was muttering, scriptures? Mantras?
"What about the third thing? Mr. Rich, is fishing a blessing or a curse for fishermen? Do I need to remind them of something?"

"Fishing...Fishing and killing the family is a great play, especially when sung by Mr. Tan Fuying, the flavor is so authentic...

I have seen many battlefields, big and small. I am a tiger that has gone out of the mountains alone, even if you see a pack of dogs..." Botticelli was confused. What is Saint Baran saying... Why is there singing in it...

He didn't dare to say anything, nor did he dare to ask. He just waited for Liu Yonglu to finish singing before he smiled apologetically:
"Mr. Richie, what does this mean?"

"Well... that is to say, we can go, but it may not work if ordinary people go. It will only work if key people go."

Liu Yonglu couldn't say that he was addicted to acting, so he made up a few words and then sent Botticelli away.

Today, the little genius brother and sister were keeping watch in Botticelli's house. When it was time to go to bed, Botticelli fell asleep under the watchful eyes of the two.

……

"Boyce, where do you think I should put the chair? By the window or by the door?"

As soon as Botticelli opened his eyes, he saw Saint Bernus moving a broken chair around the room and gesticulating. At this time, he had changed into new clothes, with his sleeves and trouser legs rolled up. Although they looked clean, it was obvious that they were hand-me-downs worn by someone else.

Feeling his friend's gaze, Saint Bernus put down his chair and straightened his collar:
"Why don't you change into the clothes Mr. Henrich sent? They are made of fine materials and are very comfortable to wear. Go and change. I asked Castalana to put the clothes in your bedroom."

A girl who looks like a saint... Botticelli was still in a daze when he entered the nightmare. When he heard Saint Bernardus mention the saint, he came back to his senses.

"Where's Castalana?"

Botticelli stood up, drew back the curtains and looked out at the street. It was noon, and the faces of the villagers were all beaming with joy. Women and old people were sitting on the porches at their doorsteps weaving fishing nets, young and strong men were wiping the harpoons in their hands, and a few children were teasing a few goats with reeds.

The old village chief Pioli and Henrich were wandering at the door, pointing in the direction of the sea and talking about something.

They have made preparations to go fishing in the sea, but can the deformed monster really be driven away by the teachings in the scriptures?
"Saint Baran said that this is just a dream. The villagers live by the sea, so they should go fishing. There will be no problem, there will be no problem..."

Botticelli stood at the window, muttering to himself.

"What are you mumbling about! The village chief just came over and asked you to lead everyone in prayer before the fishing boats go out to sea. Are you not ready yet?"

"I……"

Botticelli licked his lips. Saint Bernus looked very complacent, as if he was extremely satisfied with his current life. Since it was just a dream, let him continue to dream it.

"The Holy Lady's compassion shines upon the earth. Of course I am ready."

Botticelli was playing with a conch-shaped artifact on the windowsill. He clearly remembered that this thing had been hanging on the wall of his shabby house.

"Did you move this thing?"

“Of course it wasn’t me, you bastard, you are always confused. Didn’t Mr. Pioli ask his second son Squillani to help us move?

It took three donkey carts to bring all the scrap copper and iron from our homes.

We have to thank the saint. If she hadn't given you the revelation, who knows how long we would have had to endure this hardship.

By the way, do you think I can be a priest in the future? I heard from Old Chip that every religious group needs such a role. "

Sacrifice... You are the patron saint of the saint. The absurd dream made Botticelli laugh and cry. He suddenly thought of something and asked:
"Where is Saint… no… Castalana?"

"She went to help in the kitchen."

The girl who looked like a saint still concerned Botticelli. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well talk to her. However, after walking around the house twice, Botticelli still couldn't find anyone.

"What are you looking for? She's not at home. She's helping out in the village kitchen."

"Where is the village kitchen?"

"It's in the row of houses at the back. Before going out to sea to fish, you need to prepare a lot of food, such as pickled meat, hard bread, dried fruits, etc. Anyway, they are all things that are not easy to mold and are easy to store."

Preparing food... Botticelli suddenly thought of the strange fish behind his house.

He opened the curtains again and looked up. It was a rare good day today. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun was incredibly bright. The scorching sunlight made the originally damp ground in the village exceptionally dry.

Squillani took his men to move... Did he discover the strange fish behind the house?

Although the people's hearts have gradually stabilized in the village in recent days due to the spread of the Saint's teachings, and everyone is eager to go fishing, teachings cannot be eaten after all, and the food that was stored before is almost running out.

"Bernus, are you busy now? Let's go out for a while and find Castalana."

Botticelli pulled the saint over, thought for a moment, then picked up a fish knife from the table and handed it to him.

(End of this chapter)