Chapter 804 Master of the Night

He came to himself.

He woke up.

In a strange church.

"Siru! Siru!"

He woke up to a sound.

When he just opened his eyes, there was only darkness in front of him.

No, to be precise, the front of him was occupied by darkness.

Following the sound, the man who gradually regained consciousness turned his head to look.

In his line of sight, clusters of flames were burning on something like a wall-mounted oil lamp, slowly illuminating the surrounding scenery.

In this silent church, everything is slowly illuminated.

And that voice.

Under the wall lamp closest to the left edge, in the shadow cast by the lamp holder, he saw a young girl.

A girl who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, she is wearing a black robe, with a sideways "8" on her forehead. A cloth with a forehead decoration representing the symbol of infinity.

No, it's more like a blindfold than a forehead ornament.

This somewhat wide forehead ornament also covered her eyes.

However, "infinite"?

Why is this symbol for "infinity"?

It is the emblem of the master of the night.

When this thought came to him, he suddenly noticed that he had a similar blindfold on his face.

However, he was not blinded by the blindfold.

Despite this veil-like patch on his face, he could see everything clearly.

"What's wrong with you, Siru?"

The girl's clear voice that didn't match the gloomy appearance sounded.

Rousey?

"Yes, I am Siru now, Siru Erfei."

He couldn't help being in a daze for a moment, and soon, he began to question this idea.

"Siru Elfi?"

Almost instantly, a silhouette flashed in his mind——

Rectangular, thin things.

There is still a pattern on it, but... I can't see it clearly.

Frowning slightly, Siru shook off his chaotic thoughts, and responded to the girl:

"Is it time to go now? Close the church door."

Naturally, after Siru said these words, he stood up, left the benches in the church, and walked to the only statue in the church.

It was a portrait.

Sirul could only see that.

The posture of the portrait is that of a person wrapped in a black robe. The robe is not close to the body, and there are no identifiable features such as the chest and waist in the lines.

In a standing posture, the right hand is pulling the corner of the hooded robe, covering the face.

No face was seen.

This is the Lord he believes in.

The "Master of the Night" who gives shelter to people in this dark black world.

Everyone is protected by him, but not everyone is as devout as he and Shanna.

Those who believe in Him will be called "My Lord".

Those who respect him but don't believe in him will call him "Master of the Night".

People who don't respect Him, but don't have any negative attitude, will use a somewhat disrespectful direct description like "Faceless Man".

And those despicable blasphemers will always use various disrespectful names.

Such a thing appeared in Xilu's mind.

Something that made him angry?

Although he said he was angry, Xilu felt alienated inexplicably.

Are you really angry?

This question made his habitual prayer gesture of drawing a circle on his chest end at the very beginning.

"What's the matter with you? Siru? You're a little strange."

A girl with a clear voice, his best friend, a girl who is a believer in the Lord like him——Sana.

"No, nothing, just worrying about the situation of the church."

Sirul quickly thought of a rhetoric.

He and Shanna weren't born in this church, but they were about the same.

To be precise, it was almost Shanna, the kind old nun who adopted several abandoned children before she passed away.

Shanna is one of them.

As for himself, he left after being entrusted to the nun by his parents.

It's just that they didn't come back.

Sirul didn't care whether there was an accident or he was abandoned. Compared with others, the old nun and other children were the real relatives of Sirul.

for real?

This rhetorical voice reappeared in Xilu's heart again, causing Xilu to look away a little annoyed.

The church that the old nun spent her whole life supporting, supported the dilapidated church, and supported the children she took in. In this small town, it was also struggling.

Since the old nun passed away, there was no source of income, and most of the original children also left the church.

There are a few children who will often send money back, and a few children who will occasionally return with money.

Only he and Shanna remained in the church.

Except for a few old people in the town, almost no other believers would come to this dilapidated church to pray, but they didn't have much money either.

The money they donate occasionally is at most enough to feed the two of them for two days.

But that's just before.

I don't know when, the children who left the church, his "brothers and sisters" basically stopped sending money back.

It's time to go out and do something, and Shana can't be hungry.

Such an idea came to Sirul naturally.

However, at this moment, a voice came out of his heart again:

"Moths, two worms, two lowly worms."

It was a bit vague, but the voice was undoubtedly his own.

The spontaneous anger quickly disappeared.

That's right, if I and Shana don't do things, but only rely on the money sent back by other brothers and sisters and the donations of believers, isn't it moths?

He took a deep breath. After living in this church for seventeen or eighteen years, it was time to leave.

For Shanna.

He looked at Shana:

"I'm going to help out in town."

Hearing his words, Shana seemed a little flustered. Even though she couldn't see because the upper half of her face was covered, Sirul could still detect the girl's emotional changes:

"Why, why so suddenly?"

yeah, why?

Hearing the girl's question, Sirul was also a little strange.

Why? Obviously, he and Shana have passed such days for a long time, and he is used to them.

If he doesn't continue this kind of life, he will feel uncomfortable instead.

Why did I suddenly make such a change?

Because of repeated irritability? The loneliness of not being able to see other people? or because

The face of the girl in front of him flashed in Sirul's mind.

He can't think of it either, but

"For my lord."

Sirul found an excuse, an excuse that could appease Shana and make his actions justifiable.

"It's time for the church to be repaired."

He said this to the girl.

However, looking over the girl and looking at the statue, Sirul could no longer draw the circle representing piety on his chest.