Trafford’s Trading Club

Holding her hands in front of her chest, Sister Therion now hesitated and said, "Why... why not because I'm an alternate to the Holy Maiden?"

She wondered about the possibility that she could knock out the Calvinist scholar if he left her by force.

The self-defense techniques that she had learned in [Liberty Capital Academy] would finally...finally come in handy?

"Because you have the residual power of the Sacred Ritual in you." Calvin the Great Scholar said squarely, "This power can better help me to save Robert."

"Robert?" Sister Sallyne was startled and unconsciously looked at the critically wounded man on the table, "Him?"

"Robert is my nephew." The Calvinist scholar said something that shocked the nun, "Perhaps it was the will of faith that led you to bring Robert to me ...... Sister, I need the power within you."

Sister Therion hesitantly shook her head, "I'm sorry, I...I don't quite understand. Besides, there are quite a few candidates for the Holy Maiden, must I be needed?"

She didn't want to get into trouble, but if it was saving lives ...... [saint] on top, she had to do it.

"You're not necessarily needed, it just so happens that you're here." The Calvinist scholar said directly, "Every young girl who has ever participated in the Sacred Maiden Ceremony and eventually passed the Sacred Ritual Baptism, the power of the Sacred Ritual in their bodies will stay for a short period of time, getting weaker and weaker as time goes on, until it finally disappears. This process usually lasts for two to three years. There are certainly many such Holy Maiden reserves, but you are right in front of me, do you understand, Sister."

"His...this Mr. Robert's condition, is it serious?"

"Yes, it's serious." The Calvinist scholar nodded, "The ointment I put on him can only be delayed for a little while. I need this little time to find a maiden with residual sacred ritual power in her body. Sister, I wish I had found you. In fact, I hadn't even hoped that Robert might not make it through the morning."

"What am I going to do." Sister Therion took a deep breath and looked determined.

"Don't you even ask about the consequences." Calvin learned to be solemn.

Sister Selyne smiled bitterly, "Mr. Calvin, didn't you already say that I don't have a first choice ...... but, I just participate in saving lives and then I leave immediately to continue with my first choice. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to use those self-defense techniques on you that I've never used before. So, what exactly am I going to do?"

Calvinist Scholar: "Come here and hold Robert's hand in your palm. I will help you trigger the residual power of the Ritual in your body ...... faster."

He made his way out of the way.

Sister Therion took another deep breath, bit her teeth, and determinedly stepped forward and took Robert's palm in both hands as the Calvinist scholar instructed.

"Now, begin the prayer as usual."

Miss Sister nodded, whirled around and placed the palm of Robert's hand, which she held, against her forehead, and whispered, "Though we do not know each other, may you be safe, poor man ......Amen"

She closed her eyes slowly.

The Calvinist looked at Sister Therrien with a difference and asked coldly, "Why were you only fifth in your last session?"

The nun's face was calm as she said, "I'm not one of God's family members, and my prayers have been weak ...... Does it matter?"

"Never mind." The Calvinist scholar shook his head and whirled around, "Let's get started."

"Good."

The nun lady closed her eyes again and prayed with her heart - the Calvinist was now standing behind the nun lady.

Seeing a broken blade, suddenly slipped from his sleeve ...... holding the half broken blade in his hand, Calvinist Scholar mumbled something, whirled his gaze, and actually stabbed the broken blade directly into Sister Cyrene's back.

The blow of the back stab made Sister Selene suddenly open her eyes, and the great stinging pain was even followed by a terrible withdrawal.

Under the double effect of the instantaneous pain and withdrawal, Sister Sérieen seemed to see a world of splendor.

The body of consciousness, in the midst of the splendor and radiance of the world, seemed to plunge instantly into a cold lake ...... She felt her body begin to sink, engulfed by the abyss at the bottom of the lake.

Sister Selene, instantly engulfed in fear and suffocation.

Death.

......

Ha--!!!

Breathing deeply.

Instinct drives her to greedily breathe in fresh air for a body that has been squeezed to the limit ...... Sister Céline even began to cough violently.

She choked on water ...... She actually woke up in a very shallow pool!

The world of pure white, and the endless, just-just-under-the-normal-pool-of-water ...... Sister Selene crawled to her feet in horror.

Out of pure white, she could hardly even see anything.

The pool beneath her feet, however, seemed to be more than just her ...... shaking underwater, Sister Céline looked incredulously at a person lying beneath the pool.

Many, many people, densely packed and neatly arranged, stretched out just below her feet.

Sister Selyne wanted to scream, but she flew to cover her mouth ...... It was so quiet here that you could even clearly hear the heartbeat!

"You were right to be able to restrain it."

"Who!"

Faced with the sudden appearance of voices, Sister Seline nervously looked around ...... in front of and behind her, but could not see a second person waking up from the pool.

"Close your eyes first."

"Why!"

"If you don't want to usher in true death, do as I say and I'll pull you into my room ...... quickly, they're coming." The voice sounded again - directly in Sister Céline's head.

The voice sounded a bit urgent ...... Sister Celion had no choice but to follow the prompting of the others, slowly closed her eyes, then rose to take a breath, held her nose, and sank into the pool once more.

"Open your eyes."

Sister Selyne sniffed, even opened her eyes ...... but was again stunned by what she saw!

She was in the middle of a church - how could she suddenly be in a church again? At this point, she was even holding her nose.

"Welcome, to the mezzanine of consciousness."

This time the voice that sounded, as if it possessed an entity, Sister Therrien turned around abruptly and saw that standing in front of her was a boy who was no more than flush to her waist, with white hair and white eyebrows and gray pupils.

The boy was wearing a loose fitting robe ...... completely out of place looking.

"You are?"

"You can call me ......," the boy with white hair and gray pupils smiled now and said, "Medanzo."

"Meidanzo?" Sister Selene frowned, as if she was looking for information about the name.

But the boy in front of him smiled and said, "You will not have heard my name ...... you will only be able to hear my name and my voice here, Sister Therrien."

"You...you know me?" Sister Selene looked incredibly surprised.

"I know you, I have witnessed your life, from your birth to your present." The boy named [Medanzo] nodded slowly, "I have witnessed every person born in the Kingdom of Holy Light."

"What...what the hell is this ......?" Sister Therrien clenched her fist in front of her chest and looked around in fear - at the church.

This church, in fact, was dedicated to an angel.

A statue of an angel with 36 wings, each wing feathered with an eye ...... numerous eyes!

"As I said, this is the mezzanine of consciousness." The boy said slowly again, "The correct term is a transit place between the Merger Tower and the Divine Destiny System."

"How did I...how did I end up here?" Sister Selene hesitated, "I know about the Divine Order system, but...but what is the Tower of the Prayer Merger?"

The boy, however, said, "Before answering your questions about whether you are ready to know all this ...... Calvin, you should have been told. If you stay out of trouble, all you have to do is stay here in peace, and soon you will wake up again. Then you will leave Calvin's house and forget what happened tonight."

"I ......"

The great desire to know, which was frantically striking Miss Sister's heart, insisted ...... as if by instinct, and instinct drove her to open her mouth, to ask the boy all that he knew.

On the 36-winged angel statue, the countless eyes, as if already open, were all watching her, waiting for her answer.

Finally, with a decision in her heart, Sister Therrien breathed slowly, "I...I was just trying to save someone."

The white-haired, white-browed boy was not surprised by this answer, but suddenly asked, "You don't even know if what Calvin and Robert did was good or bad. Just to save people, for better or worse? ...... Perhaps, Calvin and Robert are doing something that is not so good for the kingdom of Holy Light. And by saving people, you may not be an accomplice."

But Sister Selyne shook her head, "Although I met this Mr. Robert for the first time and came to Mr. Calvin's home for the first time, I could feel that they ...... loved life and they had a very pure faith in their hearts that they were not bad people."

"Oh?" The boy nodded, and then said, "Your senses are quite keen, it's a gift ...... Otherwise, your consciousness wouldn't be here. OK, I know your choice. Sister Therion, stay here until you wake up, they can't find their way here."

"They...mean?"

The boy smiled casually and said, "Of course it's the will guards of the Destiny System, they always like to bite me."

Sister Selene opened her mouth and subconsciously tried to ask something.

Sister Therrien instantly understood, and then pursed her lips.

The boy smiled as well.

"May I...may I pray here?" Sister Selene suddenly asked.

"There's nothing wrong with that." The boy said calmly, "But praying here doesn't actually do much. Of course, some psychological comfort should still be available, do you still want to pray here?"

Sister Selyne nodded, "The saint of [Freedom City] has [Holy Fall], and the saint will be resurrected on the third day of the crucifixion. I...I also want to contribute my part."

"The resurrection on Good Friday." The boy seemed to murmur, "If there had been someone willing to do the same for me ......."

"What did you say?"

But the boy shook his head, "You stay here, just remember not to look into those eyes of the statue ...... remember."

After saying that, the strange boy slowly disappeared in front of Sister Therion's eyes.

Miss Sister subconsciously went in search of him, looking around the church ...... her eyes quickly moved to the 36-winged angel statue.

But she instantly thought of the boy's instructions to speak, and even closed her eyes, turned her back to the strange ...... 36-winged angel statue.

The Mezzanine of Consciousness, the Prayer Merger Gauntlet ...... Destiny System ......

Sister Therrien threw her head back and said to herself, "Don't think about it, don't think about ...... don't think about it."

But they lingered in her consciousness.

......

......

Hotel Francais, hallway on the floor that Mr. President had chartered.

The man in sunglasses walked up to the door of a room ...... where another man had been standing guard.

"Nothing's wrong." The man in sunglasses asked casually.

"The door wasn't open anyway." The man guarding the door said easily, "But the room here is really well soundproofed, and you can't hear anything inside at all."

"I'll go in and take a look," the man with the sunglasses said, "Time. The man with the sunglasses said: "It should be about time ...... to see what the origin of this guy who sneaked in is, and whether he is qualified enough to be our companion."

The man who was guarding the door was heard to swipe open the access card and open the door ...... of the room, but the moment it was opened, he saw a silhouette swoop out.

The man in the sunglasses was quick-eyed and quick-witted, and instantly hit the figure with a knee strike.

It's just that it didn't knock down the other side, sunglasses man was even caught dead in his own thighs ...... in front of the guy who came flying out, the mouth made a low roaring sound like a wild animal, opened his mouth, and wanted to bite into the sunglasses man.

"What's going on?!"

The man guarding the door struck a nerve and quickly grabbed the crazy guy from behind and pulled him away.

The man in the sunglasses frowned, he looked inside the room, and saw that the room was full of traces of destruction after ...... even the guy who was originally cuffed to the chair, was now flipped onto the floor.

The man who guarded the door was busy saying: "I can't hold this guy down ...... What should I do?" He looked at the guy who was frenzied like a wild animal.

The moment the man in the sunglasses frowned and signaled to the man at the gate to let go of ......, he quickly kicked Assahelis directly into the room, and the man at the gate quickly closed the door of the room again.

The two stood outside in the hallway and both saw the puzzled look on the other's face.

"Did ...... use too heavy a dose?" The man at the gate asked hesitantly.

"The dose is normal." The man in sunglasses shook his head.

The man guarding the gate thought, "So, this guy is a non-adapted person to [Holy Water]? How unfortunate that there is a one in a million chance of running into one? What now? Robert is still locked up with this guy? Robert, too, went berserk and crazy after the second injection! What the hell! Could there be something wrong with the [Holy Water] at ......?"

The man in sunglasses ...... Fahy was now expressionless, "The [holy water] will not go wrong, and if it does, how can you still be standing here normally."

"Also ......" the man guarding the door nodded, "So now?"

Fauci said quickly, "I'm going to go see Mr. President."