Trafford’s Trading Club

After a while, Father Stra walked out with a dish of roasted fish without expression.

The figure is two Fathers Stra. The surplus Vasco is sleeping in a sleepy golden gradient, revealing a very enjoyable look.

“Tear off the burnt part of the skin, it's still edible inside.” Vasco watched the dish fail in front of him with no care, reaching out and picking it up, "I never pick food, it's the secret of longevity. ”

This guy is 96 years old and can still be this healthy. Naturally, it's a secret, but obviously it's not about not choosing food...

Father Stra unzipped his apron and sat down and poured himself a glass of water before slowly saying: “I am curious that the Holy Church has been able to tolerate the sacred relics of the monastery of Pejols for more than six months. This leads me to wonder whether this relic is a counterfeit made by a major Power. ”

“Recently, something has happened in the Holy Church.” Vasco stopped the cat movement and said positively: “We have been unable to hear the gospel of the Lord for a long time. ”

“What's going on?” Father Stra frowned directly.

Vasco shook his head: “I don't know… even a group of holy prayers that were meant to be sent to heaven are now stuck in the Holy Land. I'm afraid this is the first time since the birth of the Episcopal Church… Now there are many voices within the Episcopal Church… You know, Stra, I've never had much interest in this kind of struggle. ”

Father Strasse could not put aside, “What is lost is a sacred relic, not something else… when is the struggle between factions more important than a sacred relic? ”

“Stella.” Vasco came a little closer at this point and whispered: “Guess, it's just a guess… we speculate that something may have happened in heaven that neither you nor I can imagine. Much more has happened within the Holy Church over the past six months than you might have imagined… and all this seems to be related to the sudden disappearance of the soul of a prayerer last year. In Russia, she is a devout believer with a pure soul, one of the few high quality in recent years. But after her death, her soul was not guided. The matter attracted the attention of the angels who were responsible for its introduction, who sent angels to investigate… There was a young priest involved in the matter, and it was the young priest who was interrogated by the Lord Angel. ”

“What's the problem?” Father Strasse is impatient: “Aside from the question, how does questioning a suspect involve a black cult? ”

“The key is here.” Vasco thought, "The angel lord failed to ask the answer from the young priest… but he had to return because the time of arrival was almost over. But just before it left, the monastery immediately received an attack from the Black Monastery, after which the sacred relics were taken and the entire monastery was killed. The Black Church even made their priests pretend to be monasteries... guess what happened later? ”

“I guess if you don't say something faster, you're not having dinner tonight.” Father Stra said softly.

Vasco blew his beard and stared for a while: “When the angel responsible for the investigation came again, it was attacked by a man in the Holy Church disguised as a black cult... death! ”

Father Stra's color changed slightly.

Vasco sighed: "Stra, an angel descended, died in the human world… and died under the elaborate plan of the hostile black cult of the Episcopal Church, a shame that was undoubtedly a loud slap, slapped hard on the high faces of the Church, and later learned that the sacred relics had also been lost, before it was possible to contact heaven. ”

“What about the young priest involved?” Father Stra asked suddenly.

“Strange place right here.” Vasco thought about it: “According to the investigation, the priest was born in the monastery of Pejols, his godfather's name was Moji, and he was also a monk of suffering in the monastery. But when the Anglican Mission arrived, of the many bodies dug up, only the body of the young priest was not found… but according to the records at the time, the young priest, during the time of the Black Order's invasion of the monastery, was supposed to be in prison… However, after the Black Order succeeded in killing the angel, the young priest also mysteriously disappeared. ”

“He could have known the whole thing.” Father Stra frowned: “Perhaps, when the black repair attacked the monastery, he escaped in chaos… No, if he did, he should have notified the nearest church at the outset of his request for help, and could never have dragged it all the way to the presence of the investigative forces. Is it... a mutiny? ”

“This is the most likely.” Vasco said positively: "Even the news of the sacred relics in the monastery was leaked by the young priest, who was more likely to be the collaborator of the Black Church invasion of the monastery - of course, these are only speculative stages, unless we can find him. ”

“Moji…” said Father Stra in silence: "I have heard of him, the Pastor of Pejols, who is of sufficient character to be remembered as a man of firm faith if he were his godson. ”

“Listen, Stella.” Vasco sighed, “I hope more than anyone that there are no traitors among us! An Amenster, enough to embarrass us! But even if he shamefully disengages himself from the embrace of the Lord, but at least eventually chooses the knighthood and does not do evil... but if this young priest colludes with the Black Orchestra, it must be cleared as soon as possible! ”

Father Stra suddenly laughed coldly: "If that's the case, I'm the one who embarrassed you, too. You're in the wrong place. ”

Vasco took a deep breath: “I don't blame you, Stra, for Amundster turning his vampire-loving child out of the church, for intercepting him... You have begged for sin, for spreading the glory of my Lord in this remote place for twenty years, enough to atone... I came here from the Holy Church this time, one of the aims, to bring you back. ”

"I'm just a lousy old man who sleeps when he preaches to his followers for a week, what can I do... you see, I'm so clumsy I can burn fish. ”

“The Holy Church needs you, Stella.” Vasco speaks at the centre of gravity.

Father Stra lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the adorable golden gradient at his feet. "Tong needs me, too. ”

“Why don't you take your cat back with you?” Vasco frowned.

Father Stra shook his head: "No, it will not sleep without the bench of the church's confession chamber. ”

“I'll take the confession room back for you! ”

Father Stra added: "No, except for the vegetables grown here in the garden, Tango doesn't eat any other vegetables. ”

“You tell me cats like to eat vegetables... OK! I'll carry this yard back!” Vasco's forehead is microscopic.

Father Stra still shook his head: “Nor can the air. If he leaves here, Tango will refuse to breathe and die. ”

“Old man, you stop giving me cocoa...” Vasco almost bit his teeth talking, a pound of sanctity that at this point should flow over his muscles as if they were cast of steel.

Father Stra didn't panic and said: “There are a few knights in the cavalry guard here, although it's only a small, unimportant knight, you don't care at all, um... even if the twelve knights came, you certainly wouldn't care. But if it caught the attention of the entire cavalry, and you want to come... Oh, Vasco, I knew you could calm down. ”

Vasco stood up and said, "I'll come back, I'll stay here for the next few days. Stella, I'm still saying that now is the autumn of many things, and the Holy Church needs you, and God willing prison needs you even more. ”

“But I don't need you. ”

“Huh!”

Vasco pushed the door out angrily.

Father Stra shook his head and then started packing the table, but at this point, Atongo ran out and jumped to the edge of the window, screaming.

Father Stella didn't look back either, but he said softly: "You must be hungry, too. Come and pack up and get ready for dinner. I know you haven't had enough for a few days, so I did some more today. But the guy who was supposed to stay for dinner just left, so you could eat some more. ”

Outside the window, Mai Lada stood coldly. Nor did he walk through the door, flipping directly through the window, but his eyes were locked on Father Stra.

The priest smiled and came out of the kitchen with a lot of food… like nothing had happened, he took Tong to the table and fed him some milk.

“You just...” Mai Lada finally couldn't help but ask curiosity.

“Pudding sent you to me, and I didn't ask anything, and I didn't intend to.” Father Stra laughed.

Mai Lada snorted, lowered her head and ate.

“Happy meal.” Stella smiled and then crossed her chest, "Amen. ”

……

……

After sending some condolences to Mai Lada, Teacher Pudding quickly arrived at the town hospital.

He now comes here once a day, and every time he does, he brings some fresh dirt, walks into the ICU, and wipes it on Mr. Smith here and his wife Debra.

Even today.

Mr. Smith seemed to be asleep, lying on the edge of his wife Debra's bed —— a man who was probably more heartbeat than day after day.

My wife has been unconscious at this time, and my missing son Joe has yet to be found... these terrible things have long left this man, who should have been the most energetic, full of tiredness.

Had it not been for the doctors who came to the wards on a daily basis, Mr. Smith would probably not have been able to sustain himself until now if the fetus his wife was pregnant with was in good health.

Teacher Pudding stood aside and watched the disastrous couple quietly… he seemed to have unraveled his sins with Mr. Smith's family from not knowing when.

He has been traveling all over the place with no place to live, no purpose… This town is where he lived for the first time for more than six months.

It always gives him a special feeling.

He felt like he knew Mr. Smith's family… especially when he first met Mr. Smith's family - the scene of the accident.

This ordinary family, which was supposed to have died in a car accident, also survived miraculously because of his arrival - that was the first time in Pudding's life that he had committed a violation of the rules of nature.

He said it was unclear what this was all about - maybe what it meant behind it.

That's why he decided to stay and become a member of a small town, just like a normal person, and get in touch with this family, maybe he'll understand something?

Teacher Pudding looked at Mrs. Debra's stomach.

The child has had enough weeks, and a newborn life is waiting for the final cocoon to emerge in the mother's body.

He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently put it over Mrs. Debra's stomach... across the patient's clothes, across the quilt, and across his own white gloves - not really touching.

“Joe! Joe! ”

Mr. Smith, who fell asleep, suddenly called his missing child's name in his dreams… Teacher Pudding instantly retracted her palm.

Mr. Smith woke up from his dreams, looking around the ward, and, as always, only his sleepless wife was still lying in bed.

“Just now... has anyone been here? ”

Mr. Smith looked at the cabinet next to the eye bed and found that he didn't know when there was an extra thing here... Mr. Smith opened it and found that most of the things in the food bag were things he preferred to eat on weekdays.

Guess who has the heart… Mr. Smith thought: Everyone in town has been getting along very well.

In a mood that seemed somewhat better, Mr. Smith sighed softly, pulling his wife's hand out of the quilt and wiping it gently.

……

“Illusion...”

In front of the hospital, Vasco, who had left the church, suddenly stopped and looked with some hesitation at the hospital in front of him, which was not a large town - at that moment he seemed to smell something unusual.

The smell of a corpse… but the smell quickly disappeared and he could only smell the scent of the earth.

Vasco shook his head and walked away.

Soon after, Vasco came to the door of an apartment… he pushed the door straight in.

At this point, two men and two women in the apartment saw Vasco come in, instantly raised their breasts and did not dare to breathe… Vasco looked at the four young men and women, both knights of the Holy Church and distinguished in the reserve of the Holy Knight - apparently there was something else going on in the town besides looking for Father Stra this time.

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