Chapter 136 Exorcism Request
Finally, they were all full, and Riya asked the investigator to take the fish skeleton back to report. As for the remaining fish meat... it was all stored by Little Swar.
"It would be great if we didn't have differences in status. I really want everyone to sit together and eat grilled fish - praise trade!"
Riya held the handle of the cane with both hands and listened to the other party's words.
He sighed slightly.
"Sometimes, none of us can help ourselves.
Both the association and the keeper have too many things to bear. The more we know, the more powerless we become. Even so, do you still dream of becoming the top leader of the association that you least understand?"
"Why can't I try? I'm still young. There should be many choices in life. Everyone should always have a dream, right...
Speaking of which, as a disordered person, what is your dream?"
"Me?"
Riya seemed to be stumped by this question. He looked back and said nonchalantly: "I don't have any dreams."
"Dreams are nothing more than things that you have to achieve in your dreams, but I have achieved everything just by dreaming. If I have to explain, my dream is to stop 'dreaming'."
"Stop dreaming? I thought you would wish for a quick recovery from the illness."
The investigator didn't understand what Riya meant, but when he looked at Riya's expression, he vaguely felt that it should be a very gloomy expression, but soon, he felt that what he just saw seemed to be an illusion.
Riya used a stick to poke the fire a few times, witnessing the sparks rising from the charcoal, and the hot and invisible smoke distorted everything in front of him.
Soon after, they were completely full.
Riya took Shival away from Lake Ega and went their separate ways with the investigator.
He did not ask the other party's name, and the other party did not ask his. It seemed that this was a tacit understanding between the two sides, and no one could break this boundary. When they met again, the Secret Keeper and the Order Association were still enemies.
This is a rule that cannot be changed for a while, but Riya will still wish the other party to realize his wishes, such as standing at the top of the order one day.
Then witness all the unspeakable truths with your own eyes.
"How about we visit the church now? Until now, we have not seen what the Rising Sun Church in South Aidlin looks like."
As a qualified Rising Sun believer, it is simply a contempt for God to visit the church irregularly.
"Ah!" Little Shival lay on Riya's shoulder and nodded frantically. It thought everything the host said was good. Even if the host said that he wanted to blow up the Sun Church now, it would be the one who was most active in handing out explosives.
So the young man who had made up his mind walked away with the mythical creature. He now needed to understand the development of the church here and how many mysterious items there were in the church.
Of course, there were still some risks in doing so. After all, the association could not easily take action against the disordered, but it did not say that the people in the church could not.
Ria decided to be more cautious. When he took a means of transportation to the center of South Adelin where the church was located, which was the place he passed by during his previous visit, he found a hotel and took off his plague doctor's uniform and changed into his original clothes.
This would not easily arouse suspicion. Ria guessed that according to the prosperity of this place, commercial trade was indispensable, and the rulers of the city should respect merchants very much.
As long as he pretended to be a nouveau riche and went to the church to say that he wanted to donate, there was no reason for that group of people not to let him in.
Moreover, Ria considered himself a devout believer of the Rising Sun.
"Praise the sun."
Ria made a sun symbol on his chest, and then walked out of the hotel door and headed towards the church.
...
City center, Rising Sun Church.
The huge sun statue in front of the door is carved into a mysterious human figure. He is covered with a robe, holding a sphere in his hands facing forward, and behind his head is a divine ring woven by 24 halos.
The statue is surrounded by clouds, and the tracks of several stone rings are distributed with the tracks of many stars, but no one can call out the names of those stars.
The entire statue of the rising sun is 100 meters high. Judging from its remaining image now, people painted it with various bright colors when it was first built.
However, with the sun and rain, the face of this statue is no longer the same as before, and the cost of repainting is not a small amount. People simply let it go with the flow like the real sun.
Of course, this still cannot stop the glory of the statue of the rising sun. People place sacrificial gifts at its feet and pray that the rising sun can fulfill their wishes.
The rising sun has never had its own real image. All of its statues are people's imaginations of beautifying it with reference to the sun. Lia has seen a portrait of the rising sun, but it is probably also an image product drawn by an unknown person.
"Praise the sun, may you also be protected by his light today."
Standing in front of the statue of the rising sun, a priest holding a sun emblem greeted the believers coming and going.
"Gululu——"
Soon after, a red carriage inlaid with gold borders stopped in front of him. The carriage was exquisitely made, and the two horses pulling the carriage in front were all snow-white, with shiny fur and bright eyes. It was worth a lot of money at first glance.
In South Aidlin, where everyone relies on steam transportation to travel, the only people who insist on going out like this are probably those noble officials who rely on their wealth and power to be willful.
The door of the carriage was pushed open from the inside, and a man in clown costume jumped out of the car first, and then helped the man with a swollen belly in the car.
"Viscount Sikar, the church has arrived."
"Tell them to exorcise me quickly!"
"Keep your voice down! You can't challenge the rights of the clergy."
"Are you slandering me?"
"No, no, let's ask the bigwigs in the church to help you. You will be cured soon."
The clown supported the man and nodded to the priest, but the priest was quite puzzled.
He walked up to Sikar and said, "Do you need any help?"
The clown looked up and said, "Can you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Of course, kid."
"Well, let me tell you... The Viscount was cursed by that damned group of disordered people and now looks like this. Do you know why his stomach is so bulging? He ate his own baby son himself!"
As he spoke, the clown covered his face and cried, "My poor Viscount, he obviously doted on his little son so much, but he looks like this now. His son's soul is still in the Viscount's stomach. We must find someone to exorcise the devil."
The pastor frowned as he listened. He stepped forward to check on the man, but the clown had already quickly pulled the man into the church.
The pastor looked at the luxurious carriage and the direction the two left. He always felt that there was something strange that he couldn't explain, but he thought about it again. They entered the church and the bishop was still stationed inside the church. There was nothing to worry about.