A strange world

Chapter 645 Section 42. Two Commissions from the Archbishop

Annan followed the warden.

The weird thing in the dungeon couldn’t help but think, what it said was true!

Weird, who was outside and not betrayed by Annan for the fourth time, was thinking that it had indeed done it again!

Entering the church, Annan followed the warden...or the Archbishop of Valencia to the deepest room.

That was indeed his room.

Annan watched the silhouette disappear in front of the carved birch door. Hesitantly holding the doorknob, he pushed the door open.

This time the door was unlocked, and a bright light suddenly shone on his face.

Annan had to tilt his head slightly to adapt to the dazzling light. The situation in the room was completely presented to him:

Warm sunlight shines in from the vertical windows in the room, and fine dust is floating.

On the right side of the room is a row of bookshelves, and the items displayed on the left exude an ancient atmosphere. There was a desk in the middle, and a brown-haired man wearing a silver-white robe sat behind it. There were overlapping swords and codex hanging on the wall display behind it.

He raised his head and stared at Annan. He looked extremely young, as if he was only in his thirties. On the table nearby lies a dragonhide glove. The room was solemn and clean, as if it was not in Strange City.

Annan couldn't help but look back at the corridor where he came from. Except for this room, it was indeed night outside.

"Why are you here?"

Annan did not answer, but looked at him: "Should I call you the warden, or the bishop?"

"...None of that matters anymore. So, answer my question. Why are you here?"

Annan couldn't say that I came to kill you who turned into a monster and gave your body to the princess to gain humanity, but lying was not a good idea.

"I would only tell noble people."

The Archbishop of Valencia was silent for a moment and avoided the question: "...No matter what your purpose is, I want to entrust you with something."

"Can I say no?"

Annan felt that he was trapped in the whirlpool of tasks - he accepted the commission of the Skeleton King and came in to find the princess, and then he found the powerful weirdo in order to restore the princess's humanity. Now the powerful weirdo entrusted him to do something...

Not counting the two commissions from Lao Fei and the nobles in the front palace.

"The choice is yours," said the Archbishop of Valencia.

"Can I ask you a few questions before I decide?"

"I know what you want to ask, but it's meaningless..."

Annan thought he was referring to the fact that he had become a monster: "Your Majesty, identity does not mean anything. I have seen the most noble monsters and the most despicable human beings."

"You know nothing..." the Archbishop of Valencia sighed.

Annan was about to say something when he suddenly noticed pedestrians and carriages passing by on the street outside the window behind him...

"Where is this?" Annan seemed to have caught something.

"January seventeenth."

"Two months ago?"

Before the crisis in Lost City...

The Archbishop of Valencia did not answer. Just when Annan thought he had gotten the truth, a holy light suddenly fell outside the window, and the shadow of the god appeared in the square in the distance.

The gods also respond to believers...

"January 17, 998 in the Saint Laurent calendar?"

Before the gods lost contact, before Annan came to this world...

So the Archbishop of Valencia in front of me is the Archbishop of Valencia three years ago...?

This kind of magic that transcends time and space and communicates with the future is beyond Annan's imagination. The Archbishop of Valencia is simply another ancestor, maybe a prophecy legend or even a demigod...

"This is not a prophecy, it just cuts me off from the river of time on this day." The Archbishop of Valencia seemed to understand Annan's thoughts.

Annan couldn't understand: "What is the meaning?"

"It's meaningless, it's just a small spell. But in the future you will definitely encounter 'observers' like me. These beings who are afraid of the future and death will stay in one day forever."

"Aren't you?"

"I'm still alive, aren't I? Even though I'm dead..."

It sounds awkward, but Annan can understand it - observers are immortals who stay in one day forever. The Archbishop of Valencia simply intercepted himself from this day, made it into a spell, and put it into the future.

Strictly speaking, the Archbishop of Valencia in front of Annan was just a spell, or a magic prop like a magic mirror.

So the Archbishop of Valencia said there was no point because he couldn't change anything.

"Am I disturbing you?"

In fact, what he wanted to ask was why he saw him.

"No, I can't find anyone else. So, are you still willing to accept the commission now?"

"I have one last question...what's going on with you outside?"

"It was just a puppet acting on instinct..." the Archbishop of Valencia said sadly, "My first commission is to clean up my real room."

"Is there a second commission?"

"You'll know when it's done."

It's almost morning.

The Archbishop of Valencia told Annan where the key was hidden. He got the key early in the morning and returned to the office to open the door.

This time I opened a dusty room that was completely different from the one not long ago...

Annan guessed that the Archbishop of Valencia's true form should be here, but he couldn't tell it.

He spent some time cleaning up the dust on the carpet, table, and bookshelf, exited the room, and stayed patiently until nightfall.

The Archbishop of Valencia, who had always stayed on January 17, appeared again, and Annan looked out the window with his attention. The streets were busy with traffic, as if you could reach out and touch the time three years ago... But this window was as solid as a part of the space. Even if Annan breaks it, what he will see will not be a living street, but nothingness.

Withdrawing his gaze, Annan's eyes fell on the dragon leather gloves placed next to the Archbishop of Valencia.

"You want it? I wouldn't mind giving it to you, but it's a pity that everything here can't be taken out."

Annan looked away regretfully: "What is the second commission?"

"Clean up the church."

"all?"

The Archbishop of Valencia said with a smile: "All of them."

The only good news is that Annan no longer has to waste time waiting until dawn, he can start working now.

The very act of cleaning in the strange city where strange things are rampant is very weird... Annan, who was wiping the floor with a bucket and the burnt girl, thought that the Archbishop of Valencia must be hiding something... He and the real him The relationship is not that simple.

Regardless, Annan became a special guy in the Church of Order.

He could walk around the church at will, even running out in front of the warden, making other prisoners envious.

In the chapel, Annan put a skewed bench back into place. Looking at the chapel that had taken dozens of minutes to clean up, he suddenly felt that it was too slow.

Annan's eyes fell on the strange thing outside the church...