Trafford’s Trading Club

night.

Saint Basil's Cathedral.

The interior of the castle-like church, which has several onion tops and is covered in colorful colors, is also a place where tourists stop.

Anatole has finished his prayers for the day. When he turned around, he saw Bishop Peter in white robes.

Anatole quickly walked to Bishop Peter and said respectfully: "Bishop, are you looking for me?"

"Anatole, come with me." Bishop Peter said softly.

Anatole did not hesitate, nodded immediately, and followed closely behind the bishop. He found that the place he wanted to go seemed to be a place that was usually forbidden to enter.

Moreover, the holy power he could feel had become more and more intense. This was something that only priests who had undergone special hard training and had extremely devout faith in their hearts could feel it.

As for using it, it is even more difficult. Anatoly is one of the most elite members of this generation. After studying at the monastery, he was assigned to this church for internship.

Although he has the qualifications of a formal priest, that is, a priest, according to the Eastern Orthodox concept from the outside world, within the real church, he is only a fledgling.

"Bishop Peter, this is..." Anatole had to express his doubts.

But the bishop in front of him didn't say anything. Instead, he opened a door at the end of the corridor, which seemed to be a small church.

The statue of the Holy Father is just ahead. Anatole discovered that in front of the statue of the Holy Father, a man in the attire of a priest was already standing.

Bishop Peter looked at Anatole at this time and said softly: "Go in, relax a little, but also be in awe."

Anatole saw a rare solemn look on the bishop's face. This made him doubtful, but he could only do what the bishop said.

When he walked into the small chapel inside the church, Anatoly found that the bishop had closed the door and the bishop did not follow him in.

Taking a deep breath, Anatole came behind the priest.

Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented majestic holy power from the other party... To him, it was as deep as the ocean.

God’s grace is like an ocean.

This sentence, for some unknown reason, suddenly came to Anatole's mind, so much so that he instinctively lowered his head. What he originally wanted to say, he forgot for a while.

"Keep your head up."

Finally, the strange priest seemed to turn around. Anatole raised his head and couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

This priest he had seen was the most ordinary cleric used outside the church to receive tourists.

How could he...

"Are you Anatole? I heard from Peter that you are the youngest priest to graduate from the monastery in recent years."

"Yes." Anatoly nodded without daring to make a mistake. But he seemed unusually calm and did not appear panicked by the vast holy power coming from the other party.

"My name is Sullivan."

"Hello, Mr. Sullivan."

Sullivan smiled. There was some appreciation hidden in his eyes, as if he was satisfied with Anatoly. But he suddenly said: "Did you feel it in the past two days?"

Anatoly nodded, "There was a very pure wave of faith, but it disappeared quickly. I have never felt such a pure soul breath until now."

Sullivan suddenly said: "Do you know what that means?"

Anatole shook his head.

Sullivan said seriously: "That means that this soul that suddenly appears can become a saint in heaven in the future."

Anatole was stunned for a moment, showing an expression of extreme surprise, and finally the calmness on his face was reduced by several points... He knew what the saints in heaven represented.

Sullivan then continued: "Do you know that you were originally responsible for monitoring this soul?"

Anatole opened his mouth, frowned subconsciously and said, "Sir, I'm not sure what you mean by being responsible for surveillance."

"Close your eyes." Sullivan said calmly at this time: "I will make you think of what you have forgotten."

Anatole did not obey immediately. He looked at this ordinary priest who was originally responsible for receiving tourists... After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes.

Something I forgot? He was still confused.

But no matter what, he was indeed curious.

Sullivan stretched out his palm and put his finger on Anatoly's forehead. At the same time, he closed his eyes, and his body began to release some hazy brilliance.

Slightly white and serene.

"My lord is above..."

In his mouth, he also began to speak some ancient languages. Anatole discovered that this ancient language had been studied by himself in his spare time in the monastery, but he could not completely translate it, and he could not even understand Sullivan's next words.

He just felt that a more majestic holy power was slowly flowing into his body like water at this time. It seemed to be blending with the holy power deep within his body.

Gradually, some unusually hazy scenes appeared in Anatole's mind.

He couldn't see clearly... It seemed that someone else had said something in his ear, but he could only see half of the hazy face, and the lips seemed to be moving, but there was no sound.

Suddenly, Anatole opened his eyes, and he felt a stinging pain in his head.

His body subconsciously took a step back, and he had to look towards Mr. Sullivan. All he saw was that the other person was looking at him with a surprised look.

Anatoly didn't feel that he remembered anything, and even the picture that just appeared in his mind gradually disappeared.

"Sir, I still can't remember." Anatoly said slowly... Of course, there was some doubt in his eyes.

The sea of ​​divine grace displayed by this guy...is it just an illusion?

This is very embarrassing.

"I know."

Sullivan nodded slowly, turned around slowly, looked up at the statue of the Holy Father in front of him, and said nothing. It was as if he still had the same sea-like feeling of divine grace before Anatole came.

But actually he was...he was really embarrassed.

But at the same time... I'm afraid of something.

…

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"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Medical staff wearing hospital uniforms and carrying stretchers hurriedly pushed aside the crowd and said loudly: "Where are the injured?"

But when they finally arrived, all they saw was a pool of blood still clinging to the wall, but no one was there. "Where are the injured? Didn't it say someone was injured by a gunshot?"

"The person was there just now, but...but disappeared in the blink of an eye."

The ambulance squad leader frowned and said angrily: "You are telling me that a man who was shot down and lost so much blood can disappear from you in the blink of an eye. He is actually a person who can use Apparition magician, right?”

"But……"

"That's enough! This is a prank! Who called the ambulance just now!!"

In short, in front of the platform, it seemed to be even more chaotic than before. (To be continued.)