Trafford’s Trading Club

Evening.

St. Vassili's Cathedral.

With several onion tops and colors, inside a castle-like church - it's also a stop for tourists.

Anatoli has completed her prayer today. He turned around and saw Bishop Peter in a white robe.

Anatoly hurried up to Bishop Peter and said respectfully: "Bishop, are you looking for me? ”

“Anatoli, you come with me.” Bishop Peter said softly.

Anatoly nodded without hesitation and followed the bishop closely. He found himself going somewhere that seemed to be off-limits.

And the holy power that he could feel had grown stronger - something that was then particularly painstakingly cultivated, something that priests of immensely devout faith could feel in their hearts.

As for wanting to use it, that is even more difficult. Anatoli was one of the most elite of the generation, and after completing his studies at the monastery, he was commissioned to intern in the church.

Although he possesses the qualifications of an official priest - a priest - in the sense of the Oriental Orthodox, within the true Church, he is only a novelty.

“Bishop Peter, this is...” Anatoli had to raise his doubts.

But the bishop in front of him didn't say anything, but pushed a door at the end of the corridor - a small church, obviously.

The statue of the Holy Father lies ahead. Anatoli discovered that there was already a man standing in front of the statue of the Holy Father - also a priest's garment.

Bishop Peter looked at Anatoly at this moment and said softly: "Go in, relax, but be also in awe. ”

Anatoly saw few solemn faces on the face of the bishop. This made him confused, but he could only do as the bishop said.

As he walked into the chapel inside the chapel, Anatoly found that the bishop had closed the door - the bishop had not followed.

Taking a deep breath, Anatoli came behind the priest.

All of a sudden, he felt an unprecedented amount of holy power coming from each other… totally as deep as the ocean to him.

God bless the sea.

This statement, somehow, suddenly appeared in Anatoly's mind, so that he instinctively lowered his head and forgot what he was going to say.

“Keep your head up. ”

Finally, the strange priest seemed to turn around. Anatoly looked up and had to show a slight surprise.

This priest he has seen —— this is the most common clergyman outside the church to receive visitors.

How could he...

“Are you Anatoly? Listen to Peter. You're the youngest priest to graduate from the monastery in recent years. ”

“Yes." Anatoly nodded, afraid of mistakes. But he seemed unusually calm, not panicked by the vast sacred power that came from each other.

“My name is Sullivan. ”

“Hello, Mr. Sullivan. ”

Sullivan smiled. His eyes were filled with admiration, as if he were more satisfied with Anatoly. But he suddenly said, "Did you feel it the other day? ”

Anatoli nodded, "There was a very pure fluctuation of faith, but soon disappeared. I've never felt such a pure soul. ”

Sullivan suddenly said, "You know what that means? ”

Anatoly shook her head.

Sullivan said positively: "That means that this suddenly appearing soul can be a saint of heaven in the future. ”

Anatoly stunned and revealed an incredible look, finally subtracting his face from the face... he knew what the saints of heaven represented.

Sullivan went on to say, "Did you know that you were supposed to be watching this soul? ”

Anatoly opened her mouth and unconsciously frowned: “Sir, I'm not sure what you mean by being in charge of surveillance. ”

“Close your eyes.” Sullivan said softly at this point: “I'll remind you of something you forgot. ”

Anatoly didn't listen immediately. He looked at this ordinary priest, who was only responsible for hosting tourists… he closed his eyes slowly.

Something I forgot? He's still confused.

But anyway, he was curious.

Sullivan reached out his hand and his finger dotted on Anatoly's forehead —— he closed his eyes at the same time, and he began to unleash some dull glow on him.

Slightly white and peaceful.

“My Lord is on...”

In his mouth, he also began to speak some ancient language. Anatoli found that this ancient language, which he had studied himself in his leisure time at the monastery, could not be fully translated - or even understood by Sullivan.

He just felt a more pounding sacred force, like a stream of water, slowly flowing into his body. It seems to be blending with the sanctity of its own body.

Gradually, Anatoli's mind was filled with some abnormally dull images.

He couldn't see clearly… it seemed like someone else had said something in his ear, but he could only see half a blurry face, his lips seemed to be moving, yet there was no sound.

Suddenly Anatoli opened his eyes and he felt a tingle in his head.

His body took a subconscious step back and had to look at this Mr. Sullivan - only to see him looking at himself with a surprising uncertainty.

Anatoly didn't feel what she remembered, and even the image that just came to mind gradually disappeared.

“Sir, I still can't remember.” Anatoly slowly… and, of course, with some doubts in his eyes.

The kind of divine grace this guy is showing... is it just a delusion?

That's embarrassing.

“I know.”

Sullivan nodded slowly, and he turned around slowly, looking up at the statue of the Father in front, silent. It was the feeling of God's grace before Anatoly came.

But he was... he was really embarrassed.

But at the same time… fear of what.

……

……

“Out of the way! Out of the way! ”

Medical personnel in hospital uniforms with stretchers rushed the crowd and said aloud, "Where are the wounded? ”

But when they finally arrived, all they saw was a beach of blood still attached to the wall, but no one, “What about the wounded? Didn't you say someone got shot? ”

“People were just here, but... they just disappeared. ”

The ambulance attending the class frowned and said, “You're telling me that a man who was shot down and bled so much can disappear from your sight in a blink of an eye. He's actually a magician who can change shapes, right? ”

“But…”

“Enough! It's a prank! Who the hell just called an ambulance!! ”

In short, it seems a little more confusing in front of the platform than just now.