Chapter 112 Ch111 The Exorcism of Shandel

Chapter 112 Ch.111 Xander’s exorcism

The so-called sufficient price.

Everyone can hear what it means.

The couple looked at each other.

"...Noble sir, I don't know, we, you see, we have nothing at home, and we have no money... You know, how can we have money when we live in a place like this? Look, the curtains are all torn..."

She tried her best to 'shrink' herself and make an expression similar to a 'wry smile' in order to gain sympathy from Xander and Roland.

I have to say, this technique is really proficient.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she changed from a "manic wife quarreling with her husband" to a "poor and suffering poor person" - this change in the blink of an eye is wisdom and the survival instinct of animals.

"I'm afraid not."

Xander still looked worried and shook his head slowly.

She raised her arm and pointed to the corner where the ghost existed - the couple left there in an instant, and then the wife and husband gritted their teeth and fled back, dragging the child close to them.

"That ghost is trying to move up... I mean, it's going to get scarier soon. I advise you to either deal with it as soon as possible or move. Otherwise, not only can it make you and your children sick, but... He will do even more unacceptable things..."

Roland stood behind Xander without saying a word, watching her deal with it quietly.

"A terrible thing..."

Matthew Bohan obviously has a broader vision than his wife. He has heard something about it.

He subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, and then he leaned close to his wife's ear, and the two of them whispered.

Compared to the quarrel just now, the discussion now is more real.

Probably a minute or two passed.

Matthew Bohan looked over hesitantly: "Two distinguished gentlemen, we, perhaps, can only give out a dozen shillings..."

that's enough.

Roland thinks.

A bottle of holy water sold to the church would only earn two to five shillings (half to one crown).

For about ten shillings, they made money.

However, Xander still shook his head.

The words were exactly the same as before.

"I'm afraid not."

Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to droop along with the sorrow of the couple in front of her, and her lake-blue eyes were full of compassion. For this reason, she softened her voice a lot. In front of the woman, she bent down and turned a The child who was the boldest and closest was taken into his arms.

Smoothing his messy hair.

Then, she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"This is all I can do to wish you, Mr. Bohan, Madam, and these three poor children - may the Father of All Things bless your family, and may you always bask in his glory..."

Xander was very sad and sighed very slowly: "As for the rest, I have no choice... The church is not my decision. Even though I really want to help you, if I don't follow the rules and pay for you, Once I find out, I will..."

She was almost crying.

"It would be a serious crime to find out..."

Michelle Bohan really cried.

She howled and gave her husband a hard shove.

"Look! What your friends are saying is not correct at all! The ladies, ladies, gentlemen of the church..." She stopped talking nonsense, and then quickly continued: "...They are so kind! How can you allow your friends to Talking about those things behind your back..."

Matthew Bohan's expression changed drastically and he stepped on his wife hard.

This interrupted her self-destructive speech.

However, Xander didn't seem to hear him. He still held the little boy in his arms with a sad and sad expression, and gently patted and comforted him with his palms.

The couple hesitated for a few more minutes.

finally.

Matthew Bohan gritted his teeth and said: "We can give you one pound, which is three crowns more than one pound."

Xian Del immediately opened his eyes: "One pound is enough! Great! In this way, you, your wife, children, and your family will be saved!!"

"Very good!"

She was extremely happy, as if celebrating in advance that the family was away from ghosts, her eyes were full of joy.

She was happy for them.

She was happy that a family was out of harm's way.

Marshall Bohan also seemed to be affected by her, crying and laughing along with her.

They stared at Xander, watching her pull out a golden holy object that flowed like sunlight in the glass tube - they circled the child in their arms and hid far away, waiting for Xander to move up and face it. That corner with ghosts.

"The eternal light..."

"No matter the pine branches, or my ashes."

She clasped her hands together, gathered the holy water in her palms, and lowered her head.

"He walks in heaven and frees my soul from the skin of worms..."

The pious whispers were particularly clear in the room.

At the same time, others followed suit, clasping their fingers together and bowing their heads in prayer.

The long prayer was longer than anything Roland had ever heard.

It took five minutes.

Then Xander pulled the cork from the bottle.

She cursed and threw the holy water into the air!

"evil!"

"You can't hurt this family!"

As the holy water was splashed, a white mist visible to the naked eye rose up in the room, followed closely by howls.

The Bohans and their children were frightened.

"You can't hurt them! You shouldn't be here! I am a child of the All-Father!"

"Face me! Impure spirit!"

After each scolding, she waved again until the glass tube was empty—until the smoke dissipated, the sound dissipated, and a few transparent drops of water remained on the wall.

Then he touched his heaving chest and panted slightly.

—This exorcism is worth one pound.

Very hard working.

After all, seeing is believing.

Matthew Bohan was happy to offer this large coin that was irregular and worn too much: although Roland could still see the 'pain' on their faces - the cost of these money would make a difficult and unforgettable life. A decent family with three children is even more difficult and undignified.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

But he still chose to hand over his family savings and sent Roland and Xander downstairs while bowing.

When he arrived at the door, the man made a surprising move.

In addition to the pound that should be paid, he took out an additional small crown from his pocket and gave it to Roland.

"You have worked so hard, please take care of yourself in the cold weather..." He said many compliments, and after finishing speaking, the small crown happened to be in Roland's hand.

"The Father of All Things will definitely bless you and your family, Mr. Matthew Bohan." Xander said businesslikely, but hesitantly said: "But do you have any difficulties? Although exorcism is necessary, but you and Your wife is going to have a hard time..."

The thin man patted his chest and said he was sure.

Perhaps it was to Xander or the pairs of inquiring ears around him, his voice at this time was as loud as a speaker: "Although our life is in a slump, isn't that where money is spent? Please don't I don’t have to worry about this anymore…”

"You spent all your energy to bless our family! This small amount of effort is nothing - don't we have any morals at all?"

The eyes around him lit up.

——Blessed? !

He drank loudly, praising the church, Xander and Roland. He was so proud that he did not think that the presence of ghosts in the family was a big problem - on the contrary, he felt that this was an honor that must be proclaimed.

The church lady kissed his child.

"Who is it-"

The whispers of husbands and wives were drowned in the surging voices.

The Bohan family's old clothes will be snapped up.

"is this okay."

Roland followed her through the crowd, slowly away from Petticoat Harbor.

Xander smiled lightly: "What kind of thing are you talking about, Collins."

"I mean, it's hard for a family like theirs to have savings. One pound is not a small amount." Roland's background made him understand what this money meant. "They can't have big problems for a long time, otherwise..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he said this, Roland noticed that Xander's expression was... out of shape for a moment.

It was a very strange, malicious smile.

It's pleasure.

It's excitement.

It's the shiver of satisfaction.

"Collins." Xander shook his head and lowered his mouth: "I hope the Father of All Things will bless their family...Besides, don't you think this is a good thing? The reason why the poor are poor is because they are too satisfied with the status quo."

"And I will take this savings with me to inject vitality into their stagnant life."

She turned her head and looked at Roland, her smile was as innocent as a child's, showing her ignorance of the world and her cruelty towards the world:

"That way, they'll start working hard for it again."

"Do you think this is my sacrament today?"

Roland was determined.

That's not an illusion.

The smile in his golden eyes was particularly twisted and penetrating.

"Collins?" Xander tilted his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and repeated it again.

But it’s no longer a question.

"This is my sacrament for the day."

Xander Kratof held his hands in front of his chest.

"You see, they are grateful to us."