I Like This Dream!

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Within the Tibes defense line, there are many villages and towns scattered in the hills that are less than Aiboli City. Honghe Village is one of the remote ones. This remote village welcomed a distinguished guest today. The village chief and the squire gathered in the house with fear and fear, nodding and bowing to the visitor.

The distinguished guest is a priest, with soft black hair, wearing a black robe, followed by an ascetic. He is not the kind of country priest you can see in celebrations. A silver holy emblem is pinned on his left chest, which means that this priest is a graduate of St. Andrew's Theological Seminary in the "Shepherd's Cradle". In a small place like Honghe Village, seeing a priest who was born in Alinggu is enough for a person to boast for half his life.

The black-haired priest stood with his back to the window, his upright posture in sharp contrast to the others. Unlike the loud villagers, the priest's voice is very soft and cannot be heard clearly outside the house. Only high and low sounds can be heard. It was a voice that was extremely suitable for preaching. It was calm and warm, making people believe that what he said was correct. The village chief and others who entertained him nodded frequently. Suddenly, the door was opened, and the two teenagers were carried in one by one by another ascetic monk.

They were thrown to the ground stiffly, and the village chief's expression changed, certainly not because of the ascetic's rude actions. One of the teenagers was his rebellious son. His arms were still rubbing the dust on the window sill, and he probably knew what he was doing just now.

"I'm extremely sorry, this is my little son!" The village chief rubbed his hands and said in fear, "Improper upbringing makes him so naughty..."

"Your child is very cute," the priest said kindly, and both the village chief and his son smiled silly, flattered smiles.

The other boy's eyes were rolling, as if he was surprised that his companion showed such an attentive and amusing expression. The priest turned to look at him, his dark eyes bottomless.

"Are you?" the priest asked, "Are you also the child of the village chief's family?"

"No, I'm Jay." The boy blurted out.

The priest asked again: "Can you tell me what you are doing here?"

"Let me see you..."

At this point, Jay bit his lower lip, lowered his eyes shyly, touched his nose and said with a smile: "I just came to see the excitement. I heard that a big shot came to the village, so I encouraged Gabby to take me to take a peek. I wonder if big men also have two eyes and a nose.”

"Not polite!" the village chief scolded, patting Jay on the shoulder and forcing him to apologize, but it was obvious that he was not using force at all. He smiled again and said to the priest: "Jay is a good boy, but he is a little too curious. I am really sorry!"

Jay is a clever child, with nimble hands and feet and cute appearance. It is difficult for everyone in the village to dislike him. The child hurriedly apologized, and the black-haired priest smiled and forgave him, saying: "I passed by here during my training. I will leave tomorrow. There is no need to mobilize troops."

Next, it was time for the village chiefs and squires to nominate themselves and request the priest to stay at their homes. Everyone rushed to be the first to come and seemed extremely enthusiastic. When he was kicked out, the village chief's son Gabby still looked reluctant to leave and wanted to stay inside.

"The priest is really an amazing person!" he babbled on the road. "I just realized today that people in robes can be so kind and so... amazing," he repeated in a confused tone, "Compared with him, all All priests look like fakes!”

"Yes." Jay agreed absentmindedly, took out the backpack from the haystack not far away, turned out the ointment inside and handed it to Gabi. He said, "I suddenly remembered that I still have some unfinished business. Please help me exchange this with Sister Mary! The reward will be left with you first, and I will pick it up next time."

"Hey, so early?" Gabi said regretfully, waving goodbye to his companion. He was still immersed in the experience just now, and he didn't notice that the other person's palms were covered in sweat.

Jay carried the basket on his back and returned the same way. At first he was running at an ordinary speed, but after turning a few corners, he started running at full speed. It took him half the time it took him to run back to the mountain, expertly maneuvering through the maze of thorns and thornwood, and rushed back to the hut on the top of the mountain in one breath.

The old woman was hunched over cleaning up the courtyard, turning a deaf ear to the young man who ran back in a hurry. Jay didn't bother to say hello to her, and rushed all the way to the deepest room in the hut. He stopped at the door, tried to adjust his breathing, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," said the voice from the door.

Jay opened the door. The room was much darker than the corridor with the large window, and the strange green light inside reflected on his face. No matter how many times he went in and out, he was always in awe of this room, stepping into it was like stepping into another world.

There are two large potted plants covered with glass covers placed in the two corners of the room. The giant fungi planted in them are the source of light without heat in the room. Everything as far as the eye can see is filled with things, and there is only one passage on the ground that is barely enough for a foothold. Walking in it, you can't help but be nervous, worried that what you bump into will cause a chain reaction. Bottles and jars are everywhere, many covered with cloth, and the twisted shapes of the glassware on the table look like creations of the devil; a large number of books are randomly discarded on the ground. I am afraid that noble families are not that luxurious - but if you look closely, you can find that They are not exquisite handmade notebooks, but randomly bound notes with the handwriting of the same person.

"Teacher, people from the church have come to Honghe Village!" Jay said hurriedly, "A priest wearing a holy emblem and two ascetics. One ascetic can paralyze people, and that priest may have real powers!"

There was movement in the corner of the room, and a figure suddenly emerged. His head and face were wrapped in black cloth, only a pair of blue eyes were exposed, like a wizard hiding in the shadows in the story. The figure gestured to Jay, put the boiling round-bottomed glass bottle on the shelf, walked out quickly, and closed the door.

"Only those three people?" The man took off the black gauze covering his head and asked.

The face exposed to the sun is not the ugly wizard in the nursery rhyme story, but is surprisingly beautiful. He was a very good-looking man, with silver strands in his tied blond hair. The lines at the corners of his eyes and lips showed that he was no longer young. However, time fell on him like a craftsman's carving knife, adding to his mature look. Charm. He squinted his eyes unaccustomed to the light in the corridor, and his pursed thin lips looked even more severe.

Unlike the apprentices who were naturally friendly, the middle-aged man whom Jay called his teacher, although very handsome, had an aura that made people afraid to get close to him. His cold and scrutinizing gaze was like a snake looking at a frog, but the boy he was looking at was not afraid at all and told him what had just happened.

"What's going on here?" The older man interrupted him and touched Jay's face, "Did they do it?"

The boy subconsciously wanted to touch his face, but his hand was grabbed and his cheek was covered with soft fabric. Jay stood obediently and waited for the teacher to wipe the blood off his face. He gasped and said sheepishly, "No, I ran too fast just now and got hooked by a tree."

"Why are you so anxious?" The elder sneered, "An army of less than a thousand men, and a priest below the level of a bishop dare to cause trouble. I am not the unlucky one."

Jay wowed, his green eyes so wide that they could shoot out little stars. The teacher's mouth was curled up by the bright light, and the cold aura around him was restrained.

"A daredevil." He muttered, shook his head, and changed the subject: "It's not a real power, it's the kind that makes contracts and detects lies. It can make people answer questions, and even make you almost say that he didn't ask. The thing he got is that his powers are definitely too rare to be placed in any classification."

"He was very strange." Jay recalled, "I was obviously very wary, but when he asked me something, I felt like he was talking to you, and I almost said everything. It felt really disgusting."

"Does it sound disgusting to talk to me?" The teacher raised an eyebrow.

"No way!" Jay said quickly, "It's disgusting to talk to strangers as if I were talking to you... Oops! It's like someone is pretending to be you and trying to trick you. You feel sober but something is wrong. It's very uncomfortable. Comfortable!"

He was gesticulating in distress, and only when he saw the teacher's smile getting bigger did he realize that he was being amused. "Teacher!" Jay shouted angrily, "I said it's important!"

The older man chuckled and ruffled the apprentice's hair. "I'm also talking about something important." He said easily, "Don't go down there these days. The priest won't stay long. You've done a good job. He won't care about a little person like you."

Jay looked at him worriedly. He understood the apprentice's worries, but just shook his head and said, "If his target is me, don't worry. As I said just now, I don't take a priest seriously. There is. Why don't you go and cut sage for me? Don't run away! Apply it to your face first."

Jay nodded, and at this moment a pigeon flew into the window and cooed twice. The elder untied the letter from the pigeon's leg, and Jay quickly found food to feed the pigeon. When he turned back with a handful of millet, the teacher was frowning and clasping his fingers on the window sill.

The apprentice fed the feed to the pigeons and secretly looked at the teacher who was deep in thought without disturbing him. The translucent letter paper reflected the upside-down words. Jay didn't peek specifically, and only scanned a few scattered words.

"The one favored by God"?

Even after learning to read and write from his teacher, Jay still had trouble understanding this unfamiliar word. He unconsciously looked for context and saw only “Thebes”….

"Jay, help me get the items from square fourteen."

The teacher put down the letter and called him. Jay immediately forgot what he was thinking about and ran to the storage room.

The elder returned to his room and burned the letter. He tore off a piece of paper and wrote briefly on it: