Motioning to Magnolia not to move, Calais walked to the corner where the man was sitting.

"Brother, shall I invite you to drink two glasses?" With the warm hospitality of the gangsters from before, Calais seemed very generous.

It was a middle-aged man with shoulder-length black hair and a beard. His face was covered with black-rimmed glasses, which slightly concealed the rugged aura.

Calais did not use that strange accent, but spoke the lingua franca of international standards.

"Sitting." The middle-aged man was also polite, and directly beckoned Calais to sit down.

"Calais." Calais sat down and unabashedly reported his real name, he was not a celebrity, and his name did not need to be hidden.

"Abramas." The middle-aged man also reported his name.

The two began to talk, forgetting Magnolia who was still sitting at the bar.

Magnolia was a little angry, but she didn't come over, and she was alone at the bar and drunk, drinking one bottle and another bottle,

"I'm sorry, I can't help you with anything." Although the two had a good conversation, Abramas still said that he could not help Calais.

After a brief conversation, Calais learns about the experience of Abramas, who had been stranded for four years after passing through Harman four years ago but had been unable to leave because of the war. He was accompanied by his daughter, but he did not come with him to the bar.

In the process, Calais said he was injured and hoped to get help from Abramas, but was refused.

The two hit it off at first sight on the surface, but secretly took more precautions, and their words were also half true and false, and they couldn't be fully believed.

But Calais could sense from the chat that Abramas was not a Radel, but he was not a Ferrelai either.

This is not the person Calais needs to find, Calais is sure.

But from Abramas's words and deeds, he can feel that he is a master.

Not to be underestimated!

There was no conflict, and Calais did not want to have a bad relationship, expressing regret for Abramas. Changing the subject, we continued to talk.

After a long time, Abramas took his leave, and Calais returned to Magnolia.

"What did you say?" Looking at the bottle in front of Magnolia, Calais could feel her drunkenness and the smell of alcohol.

"Not the person we're looking for." Calais shook his head.

"But I think he'll help us." Walking on the brink of life and death all year round, he trusts his instincts very much. Especially after Calais's transcendence, this feeling is becoming more and more acute and accurate.

Magnolia didn't believe Calais's instincts, and it was bad news that she hadn't found any members of the Resistance.

Calais's injuries are not minor, but they have now stabilized and are not getting worse. But the hidden danger is still there, the serious injury affects the play of strength, and only 7 percent of the strength wants to survive in this chaotic situation, Calais is very bottomless. He vaguely felt that they had been swept into an invisible vortex.

After settling the bill, Calais and Magnolia walked out of the alley. There was no moonlight, no lights, and the alleys were very dim.

Passing the corner, a faint and soft light appears, giving the alley a hint of warmth.

Walking out of the alley, you will enter a retro church, quiet and peaceful. It exudes a pale yellow glow, and there is always a lazy feeling on the face, which is very comfortable.

The style of the whole church is very different from the neighborhood, and you can feel the difference from a distance, and it is very conspicuous.

The large cross at the top of the church shows its identity, whether it is a warning or a guide, it is very eye-catching.

"Covenant Church." Magnolia said softly, and the soft light reflected on her face, making her drunk sober a little.

It wasn't very late, and night prayers were still going on inside the church.

"Covenants." Calais whispered the name as he looked at the peaceful glow of the church in front of him.

"The world's number one faith." Magnolia said.

Covenant, a faith throughout human history, a religion that spreads across the stars.

The great name of the covenant is known to all, to all people. Calais, of course, had heard of its size. Beneath the veil of mystical faith, no one can see his true colors.

But the great name of the covenant has spread throughout the entire human race, radiating countless people.

Calais has been walking in the war zone for many years, but he can also find strange sights. Even though the ruins were everywhere and the rubble was strewn, the Covenant Church still stands.

This is not because the church has some mysterious power, but because both sides of the war will consciously or unconsciously avoid it and prevent it from being destroyed by the war.

Few people would attack Covenant Church.

Perhaps this is the last piece of pure land that the merciful God has left for mankind.

Many people in times of war seek refuge in churches, and Calais is no exception. Calais, who walks alone, also spends the night in the church. No one will fight inside, as if entering a harmonious and beautiful home, and there is no quarrel with the world inside.

However, not all of them are believers. Calais has also witnessed the destruction of churches and the collapse of the Pure Land. Perhaps only the most wicked of demons will destroy the refuge that belongs to all believers.

Calais, however, was not a believer, and he was puzzled by the beliefs of outsiders, and he could not find salvation from them.

Perhaps it was his innate relationship with the covenant.

"Are you a believer too?" Calais asked Magnolia casually.

"It's not. I don't believe in any God, only my own strength can make me walk out of the battlefield alive. Magnolia shook her head.

Right, if God really exists, why not end this war?

Is faith really useless?

Calais has read many ancient texts that talk about the importance of faith. Whether it's a covenant or something else. The seemingly nonsensical compliments once made Calais wonder if he was reading a pyramid scheme book or if the author was a fanatical believer. But no matter which one it is, it is not denied, which also shocks Calais's cognition.

Calais was not as resolute as Magnolia, nor was she as confident as Magnolia. The ups and downs of life make him like to constantly ask himself, and exercise his Dao heart in a different way.

Along the way, Calais was full of caution, pinning his head to his waist, and if he took a wrong step, he would step into the abyss. But his heart is becoming more and more resolute, like the steel that has been practiced, kneaded and blended, hard and tenacious.

Calais and the others walked forward, and the church behind them gradually blurred and disappeared behind them. The two returned to the place they were looking for in Tariq City.

Naturally, two people who do not have ID cards cannot live in a regular hotel. Luckily, Tariq City's old town is intertwined, and it's easy to find dark dwellings that exist in the shadows.

The boss who coveted Magnolia's beauty was also beaten up by Calais