MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 20

An Xu returned the same way and found that there was no food being distributed in the yard.

Today was different. All the ascetic monks put on their clothes and lined up solemnly. An Xu sneaked in and stood at the end of the line. Thanks to her petite stature, no one noticed her.

The yard door opened.

Unlike usual, it wasn't just the small side door that was opened. Both doors were opened, and the ascetic monks walked out solemnly one by one. Could it be that today is a big festival for dinner? Or is everyone's fast over? An Xu regretted for a moment that he had eaten a full belly, but after thinking about it, no matter how big the meal is here, it will not be as delicious as Chris's, forget it, it's not rare.

She tugged on the robe of the person in front of her and asked him what was wrong, but the other person really ignored her. She curled her lips and walked slowly with the team. Everyone walked like crawling, it must be because they didn't have enough food.

An Xu is not in a hurry. After the first day, she never had any fever and nosebleeds after eating, and she never encountered a situation where meditation became faster and her stomach became faster. Maybe it was because she was too hungry before and was not used to it. With Chris feeding her every day, she has a huge advantage in this group of hungry people, and she thinks she can survive to the end even if she is pulled to play the battle royale.

Chris is such a good person. He made meat for two days, and then made soup and vegetables for her in different ways. He said that eating only meat is not good for his health, and he also apologized to explain that the fresh food here is too expensive and can only be eaten locally. Get materials and buy some condiments. How could An Xu blame him? People are always full of respect, love and gratitude from the bottom of their hearts to their parents for food and clothing. Chris is a bit like Tang Seng, and his speech is a bit strange. He always shows a face that says "mother is so worried about you", but isn't the character of an old mother also the cuteness of the character of an upright knight? He still couldn't see An Xu's dangling hair that was about to poke her eyes, so he tied her a ponytail with a hair tie. The craftsmanship was pretty good, but it's a pity that he had to take it off every time he came back.

An Xu touched the hairband tied on his arm in his sleeve, and sincerely made a wish on the dream: If you want to form a team to fight monsters in the future, please let me team up with the almighty Chris!

At this moment, the team of ascetic monks has reached the center of the academy. Here you can see a row of teams, the senior grades are still entering, and the lower grades have already left, with a look of disappointment on their faces. An Xu's curiosity became more and more high. She tried to look in on her toes, but failed. She probably needed to stand on a chair to avoid being swallowed by the crowd.

The line of ascetic monks lined up behind the senior students, An Xu waited for a while, and grabbed the students at the end of the line when a line of junior students approached. The elementary school girl looked at her blankly, and after a few seconds, she forced out a cry-like smile.

"What's this for?" she asked.

"Gods, gods, gods, gods..." the elementary school girl said tremblingly, "Go, touch the statue, if it glows, it means being favored by the gods."

"And then? What will happen if you are favored by God?" An Xu asked.

"God... is God..." the elementary school girl repeated, as if she didn't know how to explain it. She and An Xu stared at each other for a few seconds, tears streaming down the ground, sobbing: "I don't know, don't eat me..."

You never know how far a fact-based rumor can grow in a closed academy that doesn't even have ghost stories.

An Xu, who scared the little sister to tears, let go of her hand in embarrassment, and the primary school girl quickly took two steps back, turned her head and ran away.

The front team still moved, and the ascetics seemed to be the last wave. An Xu followed the people in front into the room, feeling that this scene was a bit like a medical examination, but the efficiency was quite fast. She could finally see what those people were doing from a distance. They stretched out their hands one by one, stayed on something for a few seconds, and left without responding.

In fact, it is not unresponsive, the touch of some people can make the idol emit a shimmer. At this time, the priest in rich clothes standing behind the statue will bow to the other party, and the other will return the salute, and the two will say "praise the light" together. An Xu looked at it for a while, but didn't see what it meant. Even if she made the idol shine, what good would a word of praise to the light do her? She yawned, she was a little sleepy after eating just now, and wanted to go back to the yard to sleep.

The number of people in front decreased one by one, and finally it was her turn. She had never seen a priest in fine clothes, he was a fat bald man with a little melon hat that fit just right in the Mediterranean Sea on his head. Aunt Mary, who was staring at her from behind the priest, was an old acquaintance. She didn't bother to look at each other, and put her hand on the statue casually.

Shine bright.

Almost at the moment when An Xu touched the statue, the whole statue glowed brilliantly, as if suddenly turned into a light bulb. She was so stabbed that she closed her eyes and subconsciously withdrew her hand. The other people who were also attacked by the flash bomb did not close their eyes and retreated. Their eyes were all round, as if they were afraid that they would not be blind.

"Put your hand back, please!" said the priest in fine clothes with a trembling voice, "Please try again!"

An Xu looked at them suspiciously, stretched out a finger, and poked the statue. No one cared about her disrespectful gesture. Under her finger, the idol was like a touch lamp, which would light up when touched.

"People of God's favor..." There was a hissing sound from all around.

An Xu was not in a hurry to ask, she looked around, and her eyes stopped on the face of Mammy Mary, whose expression changed frequently. The dean's face is like a palette, and the micro-expressions change so quickly that it seems like cramps, and it is impossible to tell what each expression means. The priest in fine clothes seemed to have just reacted, walked around the table and walked in front of An Xu, bent down and performed the full priestly salute. He said: "On behalf of Paul Ackerman, President of St. Andrew's Seminary..."

"Wait a moment!" said Sister Mary in alarm. "There must be a mistake. It's Anna Sullivan!"

Dean Paul blinked in astonishment, and within a few seconds he reacted, and said enthusiastically: "Bishop Abel is right! Only faith can wash away sins. Isn't it the glory of God to convert to my Lord like a sinner!"

"But she's not pious!" said Sister Mary anxiously.

"Could it be possible that the statue can be wrong?" Paul asked angrily.

"This...it must be that she cheated and defrauded the glory of the Lord!"

"No one can deceive the all-knowing and all-powerful God!" Paul decided. He turned to Anxu and said kindly, "You have put aside the sins of the past and become a believer favored by God! From today onwards, you are the future shepherd and one of our brothers and sisters."

Before An Xu could react, he said to the priest next to him: "All the specifications should be based on a person favored by God." After finishing speaking, he showed a kind smile to An Xu.

Ansu, Aunt Mary, and everyone who knows Anna. People with Sullivan's reputation are all stupid.

What is a favored one? In the simplest analogy, the pope is a divinely favored person. The cardinal's touch can make the **** statue shine, but a child who is not highly respected, only in his early ten years old, her touch can make the **** statue shine with favor, what is the concept?

During the more than three hundred years between Urban I's meeting with the gods and Randolph III's accession to the throne for more than ten years, only two such young people, including Anxu, have appeared.

Dean Paul suffered less, because he was very busy and did not personally do anything in the college. He only presided over the annual St. Cecil's Day and the St. Basha Competition every few years. There are so many students, how can they remember their names? He didn't know that Anna was famous in the college, but he vaguely remembered that Mary had mentioned Anna. Sullivan, but Paul remembered Bishop Abel's letter of recommendation more than Mary's report. After all, the old guy is said to be wearing a red coat.

An Xu was the least affected. She didn't know what a favored person was, and it wasn't in the Bible. It is said that saints are favored by gods, but the legends and stories of fake dakong have no reference value. For her, becoming a divinely favored person means first and foremost: she is free.

Dean Paul failed to remove her God's Retaliation Lock, he went up to fiddle with it for a while, and said embarrassingly that it was a "time lock" set by the bishop, that is, without a key, it would not be until Anxu graduated five years later. lifted. Such an advanced, fixed-term imprisonment lock? An Xu wasn't too disappointed, she was used to the existence of shackles on her hands, and she found some atmosphere of tying sandbags to her feet for weight-bearing exercises.

Until An Xu yawned and went out, the whole auditorium was still immersed in silent horror.

An Xu didn't have to go back to the ascetic's courtyard anymore. She was taken to a room that was several times more spacious and brighter than her previous kennel, and almost as comfortable as the bedroom of Sullivan's house, with her own desk and bathroom. She took a shower immediately, and lay down on the bed after taking a shower. Ah, the soft bed! She thought in her heart that she should immediately tell Nancy that she was out, and that she would tell Chris that she would not be starved again. After thinking about it, she tilted her head and fell asleep unconsciously.