I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 264 Church

A minute later, Lancelot, who was obviously feeling uncomfortable, came to the first floor of the castle.

"Hi~hoo~" The boy took a deep breath, and then let it out in a long breath.

The air on the ground was much fresher, and Lancelot's mind gradually became clearer.

The hour and minute hands on the wall clock form a ninety-degree right angle.

【No way, it's only nine o'clock.】

Lancelot not only experienced an extremely long dream, but also wasted at least two hours on the "Elementary Magic Manual" after waking up. However, in reality, only about 12 hours had passed.

Two guards at the door heard a noise inside the house and cautiously leaned out half of their bodies to look inside.

Lancelot glanced at him expressionlessly. He was not in the mood to pay attention to the two big men now, but turned around and walked straight to the back garden of the castle.

"Squeak~!" The boy pushed open the dark gray iron fence and came to the backyard.

After staying in the basement all night, the soft sunlight in the morning became very dazzling.

Lancelot wore a white short robe and walked quickly to the well. He skillfully picked up the bucket on the ground and threw it at the mouth of the well.

"Crack!"

The falling bucket hit the water surface hard, making a crisp sound.

"Hiss." Lancelot took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Then Lancelot flicked his right hand hard, and the barrel suddenly submerged into the water. Lancelot pulled upwards hard, and in less than three seconds, he lifted the barrel filled with well water.

The boy took a handful of well water and washed his hands, then eagerly picked up a handful of water and rinsed his mouth.

Lancelot then washed his shoulder-length short silver-white hair carefully, wiped it with a semi-dry towel, and tied it together with a dark blue tie.

"It's time to send Lilith to school."

Lancelot looked up at the clouds on the horizon and murmured to himself.

The boy quickly adjusted his mood and walked towards the market down the mountain. He knew that the girl was still waiting for him.

——

Lancelot, who had rested all night, was full of energy and could walk a little faster than usual.

Five minutes later, the signboard of Pasha's Tavern came into the boy's sight.

At the door of the tavern, a thin white figure stood.

"Lancelot, you are finally here!"

"Sorry, Lilith, for keeping you waiting."

Lancelot said as he waved to Lampard in the tavern.

"Lampard, tell mother we are leaving now!" Lilith said hello to the middle-aged man, and then happily took Lancelot's arm.

"Lancelot, let's go."

"Okay." Lancelot saw the light blue cloth backpack on the girl's shoulder, took the initiative to take it off, and then carried it with his right hand.

"Your bag is quite heavy."

"Hey, that's a lot of work." The girl pursed her lips, revealing an unconcealable smile on her red face.

Next, the two of them walked side by side to the end of the market, where a carriage was already waiting.

For safety reasons, Lancelot got into the car with the girl, and then drove for an hour to the wealthy area of ​​Blackthorn.

Lilith needed to stay here for two weeks, during which she would board at school. After saying goodbye to the girl, Lancelot planned to return the same way.

A church attracted his attention. The church was small and even a little shabby. It looked out of place among the gorgeous buildings in the wealthy area.

When Lancelot saw this church for the first time, he felt an extremely familiar feeling in his heart.

It was as if he had been here many years ago.

Lancelot came to the church door, which was open.

Today is not a Sunday. There are a few believers sitting here and there, and no one can hear their eulogies clearly.

"Excuse me."

Lancelot whispered something and sat in the second-to-last seat in the fourth row on the right hand side of the church, against the wall.

The boy looked at the plain goddess statue in the center of the church and fell into a long thought.

——

"Hallelujah, hallelujah"

Dozens of young children sat around the table and sang poems together, trying to show a solemn expression on their young faces.

There is a small plate of bread and a glass of wine in front of everyone's table. This is the so-called Holy Communion.

Doctrine says that the Holy Communion is the body and blood of the true God, but young children cannot understand these mythical words.

For them, this is just an ordinary dinner and has no special meaning.

A small church located on the outskirts of Greenwich is also an orphanage. But this does not mean how wealthy this church is.

Indeed, in the eyes of outsiders, Greenwich, stained with the aura of evil spirits, is as dazzling as gems piled on gold, and many people want to come here at all costs.

Elegant ladies and celebrities strolled on the streets paved with red carpets, and even the air was filled with the smell of power and wealth.

In fact, this is not the case. A poet once said that the most beautiful places in the world only exist in two places: in memory and in other people's descriptions.

Maybe there is such a place in Greenwich, but it's definitely not here.

This small church is unfortunately located in the poorest and most backward part of Greenwich: Warda.

Varda separates the urban area of ​​Greenwich from the suburbs. On the other side of the bridge, there is a lot of excitement, and the light of neon lights obscures the sea of ​​​​stars under the night.

There are only candles rising at night on this side of the bridge. In fact, there are only a few people who can afford candles. Even in this church, only older nuns are qualified to do some daytime work under the light of candles.

Unfinished work.

"Sister Angelia, one child is missing." A young nun reported to Sister Angelia.

Angelia is the most senior nun in the church. It is said that she has been spreading the glory of God here since the church was first established.

Sister Angelia wiped her reading glasses, stood up slowly, and counted carefully. There were fourteen children, both boys and girls. The youngest was only seven or eight years old, and the oldest was fourteen years old. Without exception, they were all born here.

Children raised in orphanages.

Sister Angelia could tell who was standing in front of her even with her eyes closed: "There is indeed one person missing."

Sister Angelia nodded, told the young nun not to worry, and stood up to look for the lost child.

This has happened many times, and the lost boy's name is Lancelot.

Sister Angelia walked up to the second floor, walked through the windows with murals in the direction in her memory, opened the wooden door at the end of the corridor, and finally found the missing child on the only balcony:

Lancelot leaned against the fence, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining on him and a piece of paper in his hand.

Sister Angelia breathed a sigh of relief: "You are indeed here."

(End of chapter)