Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 402: Sacred Artifact and Incident

"The mercy of the saint shines upon the earth. Boyce, where are you going in such a hurry?"

As soon as Botticelli walked out of the door, he was stopped by the village chief Pioli and Henrich. They were standing on the street waiting for him. Today was a big day for fishing. Although the villagers had memorized the teachings of the Saint by heart in the past few days, they were still a little worried about facing the monsters in the sea after all.

"I...I'll go check over to the kitchen. Mr. Pioli, Mr. Henrich, is there anything I can do for you?"

"We are going to the narrow bay to see the fishing boats that will go out to sea soon. We happened to meet you. Are you interested in joining us?"

Botticelli knew that these were all excuses. Just now, he clearly saw two people lingering at the door of his house, waiting for him.

"But I need to go to the kitchen to look for Castalana first. Sorry, you two can go by yourselves."

Botticelli was thinking about the strange fish and didn't want to get entangled with these two people. Henrich quickly stepped to the side and blocked Botticelli's way, with a smile on his face.

"Boyce, Castalana is busy now too. The fishing boats will be out to sea in a few hours. Let's not delay them from preparing food at this time."

Although Botticelli was not good at socializing, he had lived in the church for decades after all, and he still understood the basic social etiquette. It was obvious that Henrich did not want to let him leave.

"Okay, let's go to the fjord first."

"That's right, Boyce. In addition to the mass before the ship goes to sea, do we need to do anything else? For example, offer some sacrifices to the saint who knows everything?"

Botticelli thought of the goat he had just seen and shook his head:
"No, the Saint does not need a live animal sacrifice."

"Not only live animals, but other things are fine, it's nothing."

Henrich lowered his voice and pointed at the goat, which was surrounded by a group of playful children. Botticelli could not help but shudder:
"I said, no need! The Saint is a compassionate deity who saves the world and guides all living beings into heaven, not a primitive and cruel witchcraft evil god. She doesn't like or need these!"

Botticelli was so excited that he couldn't help but raise his voice.

“Boyce, don’t get excited, Mr. Henrich is just asking. After all, we have just converted to Sainthood and don’t understand many things yet.

If we really want to do those bloody things, neither of us will agree to it."

The village chief quickly tried to smooth things over, and then he said slowly:

“It would be best if no sacrifice is required, but you have to understand me and the villagers. After all, this is a job that will involve risking your life on the sea and fighting monsters in the raging waves, and no one wants anything to go wrong.

Is there really nothing else you can offer besides the Saint's canon? Don't be stingy, Boyce, don't be stingy with the precious revelations you have received from the Saint.

As long as the fishing boat can return with a full load this time, we, the faithful believers of the saint, will sooner or later spread her gospel to every corner of the continent.

From then on, more and more people will prostrate themselves at the feet of the Saint, praising her kindness and mercy. "

If this had not happened in a dream but in reality, and the old man in front of him was the object of Botticelli's preaching, he would definitely be furious and curse the old man's stupidity and utilitarianism.

What did they think the Saint was? A guard dog that came when called and left when dismissed?
But at this moment, he could only glare at the two of them fiercely.

Pioli and Henrich were indeed still unsure about the Bernus-Bois brothers, even though Bois had previously performed miracles and spread amazing saintly teachings.

But they have long been frightened by the monsters in the sea. Countless fishermen in the village have died at sea. They can take risks! But they must squeeze the power that Boyce possesses to the limit to ensure their own safety.

It was right for Castalana to help in the kitchen because she was the hostage controlling the two brothers in front of her. It would be best if the fishermen could return safely.

If anything went wrong, she would be violently punished by the villagers according to the most ancient customs.

Of course, now is not the time to break up with Boyce, they still want to dig out more secrets.

"Boyce, think about it again, what else can you do?"

Botticelli was forced into a corner, and he racked his brains to think, what else can he come up with besides the canon of saints?
"I tell you, what you heard during the day, what you thought about in your mind, and what you dreamed about... all of these are useful."

St. Barabi’s words emerged in Botticelli’s mind. Yes, didn’t St. Barabi help him fulfill his dream during the day? There would be no problem in doing as St. Barabi instructed.

Botticelli seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and he tried desperately to recall what he had heard and seen during the day. He thought of the believers praying and confessing outside the inn, the words said by the children in the courtyard, and the spell chanted by the boy named Xiaohu in Saint Baran's room.

"Five instruments... Saint Baran is hinting to me that the dream contains the five holy instruments that the Saint possesses!"

"Holy weapon?"

Hearing these words, Pioli and Henrich exchanged glances.

"Yes... there should be five things, copper, iron, porcelain, tin, and wood... five holy vessels."

Botticelli relaxed all of a sudden after he figured everything out. That's right, why did he suddenly panic?

This is just a nightmare. The saint is close to omniscience. Everything that happens here is under the saint's control. All we have to do is follow the saint's arrangements.

"Where is the holy vessel now?"

"It should be here... I need to find Castalana first."

Where is the holy relic? It must be in the hands of the saint!

"Okay, then you and Bernus should go find Castalana first. It's just that the time for the fishing boat to be launched is not far away. I hope that the saint will consider our sincere conversion and give us some of the holy vessels... so that these poor fishermen in the village can return with a full load."

Old Pioli knew it was best not to push Boyce too hard, so he could only nod and let him go.

……

The village kitchen is located at the far end of the hillside. It is separated from the villagers' houses because the kitchen is connected to the warehouse where food is stored. It must be guarded by someone to prevent hungry villagers from stealing food.

Botticelli walked so fast that Saint Bernard had to trot behind him.

As he got closer to the kitchen, Botticelli could even smell the salty aroma of the food being cooked inside.

Was he overthinking it? He walked to the door and knocked on it, but no one answered.

"Where is the one-eyed Portie who guards the gate?"

Saint Bernus behind him muttered something, wondering why there was usually someone guarding the kitchen door, so why was it empty at this moment?

Botticelli slowly pushed the wooden door. There was no bolt on the inside, so he pushed it open easily.

The kitchen was large but still a little crowded because it was filled with furniture and sundries. A rope was tied in the middle with a row of strips of meat hanging on it. Botticelli could smell the smell of charcoal fire. Just like Saint Bernardus said, people in the kitchen were smoking meat.

Where did Keren go?
"Puff, puff..."

The pot on the stove was still steaming, and the boiling food in the pot kept hitting the lid, making rapid banging sounds.

"There should be quite a lot of people coming to help today."

Saint Bernus frowned and pinched the bacon on top of his head with his hands. The meat was rich in fat and white, but the skin and meat were mixed together... What kind of fish is this... Or is it some kind of giant squid?
The two of them walked slowly around a corner and finally saw a figure, a woman in her forties.

However, she did not stand by the stove to cook food as expected, but fell to the ground. The sticky black plasma flowed irregularly around her body.

"What the hell!"

Saint Bernus growled and turned to escape from the room, but after taking two steps he stopped abruptly when he remembered that his sister was still alive or dead.

"Boyce, what should we do?"

"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 domestic dogs...

Go in and take a look.”

Castellana was inside, and Saint Barlaan gave him another hint. Botticelli tried hard to overcome his inner fear, took out the fish knife he carried with him, and stepped in!
(End of this chapter)