Renault said, handing over a cup of tea through the prison window. The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and didn't speak, as if he was still brewing and organizing his language, and seemed to be a little unspeakable.

It's not something that anyone can talk to a stranger, and a good pastor needs some simple guidance to open up and talk to himself.

Although Renault had never done anything similar before, his theoretical knowledge was still taught by the old master, so he took the initiative to speak and tried to guide the other party:

"Name, age, occupation, address?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, but still replied truthfully:

"My name is George, I'm 45 years old, a small foreman, and I live on Fourth Avenue three streets back..."

Renault saw that the other party finally spoke, so he continued to guide:

"What is the motive and purpose of coming here?"

"Uh... Actually, I have a friend who hasn't been having a good time lately..."

The middle-aged man was halfway through speaking, and Renault suddenly interrupted:

"Tell me honestly, is this friend you?"

"Uh... This one... Be... It's me..."

"That's right, be honest and lenient, if you have any troubles, explain them!"

The middle-aged man just talked about his condition, which is probably a common mid-life crisis, not going well at work, too strong competition, too much pressure, emotional disharmony, insomnia and dreams, frequent urination, hairline urgency, etc...

Renault listened silently, interjecting from time to time, asking for details:

"What the hell is going on here?

"Why do you want to engage in vicious competition with your peers? Do you know that this is against the law?"

"This happened, why didn't you report it in time?"

The middle-aged man always felt that something was wrong, how could this be like interrogating a prisoner? And there was a bars in between, and there was really that kind of atmosphere...

However, in the end, he gave a general explanation of the situation.

Renault then stood up, organized his language, and said:

"I understand your situation, don't be afraid, I won't help you repent..."

"There is a solution to your troubles..."

Renault spoke, helping him open the chains and locks on the door of the confessional chamber and release him.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief...

And Renault then put on a serious look, and said in that impassioned tone:

"Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties, face it with a smile! The best way to overcome troubles is to face them! Persistence is victory, come on!"

He wanted to motivate and inspire the other person.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then he replied:

"Mr. Pastor, I understand everything, but..."

"You mean, I should go to the bar for a drink? or find a woman to vent?"

"Of course not, why do you think that? Forget it, you come with me. ”

Renaud said, leading him all the way to the door of the church.

It was night outside, and the moonlight was shining brightly, rendering the surrounding streets silvery white.

"If you want to forget your worries and relieve stress, one of the easiest ways is to run!"

Renault spoke.

"Run?!"

The middle-aged man's eyes couldn't help but widen, but wasn't it night now?

Renault didn't answer, but put two backhand magic spells on him.

It was a third-order divine technique of the asylum system, durability and fanaticism, combined, equivalent to a much weakened heroic inspiration, that is, the fifth-order divine technique that Renault blessed the jewelry in Sir Donald's manor before, and the group version of this divine technique was the heroic prayer that Renault wanted to perform yesterday but was stopped.

However, when performing the magic technique, Renaud felt a little wrong, and it seemed that the process was not as smooth as when he practiced before, and he was slightly hindered.

He didn't think much about it, probably because he hadn't used this low-level magic for too long, and his hands were raw, right?

The middle-aged man who was blessed with divine magic suddenly felt a surge of blood in his body, and his whole body seemed to be about to burn, with inexhaustible strength, and even felt as if he was several years younger, and couldn't help shouting:

"Ahhhh

"Go ahead, unleash your blood and youth, sway your sweat and passion, and run towards the moon!"

Renault followed suit and gave him another push on his back.

The middle-aged man immediately spread his legs and began to run wildly down the street.

Although he was extremely excited, he did not lose his reason, he could still control his actions, and even felt the changes in his heart, so he would not cause the tragedy of the previous bishop.

This is also because Renault no longer performs those magic techniques that affect people's emotions and thinking.

And with the fast running, the middle-aged man not only did not feel tired, but felt more and more relaxed, the heavy burden in his heart seemed to be discharged from his body with sweat, and his whole body had a certain comfort and relaxation.

He ran like this for two hours, and when he returned to the church door again, the duration of the magic was over, and he suddenly felt exhaustion and soreness rushing towards him like a tide, and he no longer had any strength in his body, and he could not stand steadily, so he could only sit at the door of the church, leaning against the wall and panting.

But even so, he still found the long-lost ease and refreshment in the soreness and exhaustion, and really forgot the bitterness and boredom that had accumulated in his heart.

And Renault, after hearing the movement outside, walked out with a little milk cat on his head, and he was training these little ones just now.

"Mr. George, are you alright?"

Renault asked.

"It's tiring, but it's cool, it's relaxing, and it feels great. ”

George had that naturally relaxed smile on his face.

"Need any help?"

"No, just let me sit down for a while... Hehe, I'll tell you the truth, when I was young, I was the best runner in the village, running faster than a dog, and many girls liked me, hahahaha..."

George said very heartily, as if he had changed from the melancholy look he had when he first came in.

Renault kindly poured him a cup of tea, and he drank it in a few sips, feeling that his body had regained some strength and was able to move on his own.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Reverend, if I may, can I come again tomorrow?"

"Of course. ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot..."

George said, and hurriedly fumbled around his body for a while, trying to find some money to come out, but found nothing...

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to bring money today... Can I bring it to you tomorrow?"

"Of course. ”

Renault replied, a kind smile on his face.