"Allow me to summon Elder Josiah on my behalf," said the middle-aged monk, who held one of the three keys to the reliquary, and was trusted by Heyman, who was by blood, the seventh of Jared's twenty-three sons, called John, and the thirteenth John before he became an Elder, and they could only distinguish him in this way if they had the same surname. John's biological mother was once very favored, but she was excluded from the saint's sight long before Heyman was born, and her son was almost banished, and it was Heyman who helped them, when Heyman was only ten years old, but he was already able to use and display the powers given to him by God with great skill. He was grateful and surrendered to the youngest brother because of this, and in his heart, Hyman weighed far more weight than the current saint Jared: "Your wounds are still bleeding—if this continues, it may affect your body, so how can you continue to serve the saint properly and carefully?"

turned and looked at his brother with the rest of his eyes, he had already wiped his face, the blood and unknown liquid from the sockets of the lost eyeballs still left a bright and sticky mark on his pale cheeks, and the vertigo caused by the blood loss almost forced him to fall to the ground, "No need for Elder Josiah, just let them bring some powder, alcohol, and oil from the marijuana zeyer." ”

The middle-aged monk could barely hide his expression, Heyman's empty eye sockets were sunken, his eyelids were clinging to his bones, and his swollen lower eyelids turned outward like flattering lips, looking ugly and disgusting—a perfect sculpture that had been ruthlessly destroyed, and the murderer was also a victim, and he knew very well why Heyman had so ruthlessly mutilated his body - Heyman loved and revered their common father, But it's a pity that Jared is now just in love with another son. The monk remembered the little brother, who had been ordered into exile by Jared because he had a Bible in his possession, and how old was he then? As if he were not yet in his chest, the exile took him away and, as was the practice at the time, placed him beside an interstate highway, hundreds of miles from the nearest rest stop, and farther away from where he and his relatives had lived together, so far away that he could not return.

Who would have thought that the emaciated and useless Harry would become the mighty Stefan? Ever since Jared had gone mad when he learned that Stefan, who had displayed countless miracles in the Vatican and beyond, was the son he had ruthlessly banished. He was bent on bringing Harry or Stephen back to the wings of Strong Jacob, and he didn't want to go unpunished for his past sins, the conditions he proposed. As long as it doesn't affect the saint Jared, he can be satisfied, and he mutters day and night, forcing everyone who comes before him to find and recall his lost son, regardless of what Heyman or the others have done. Nothing he said had any effect on him - he wanted Harry, he wanted Harry, he wanted Harry to bring miracles, he wanted to reclaim the lost youth and health from time, and snatch the life from death that could disappear at any time.

Others may not think so, but Brother does. The virtues of the saint Jared are fading in the same way, replaced by the "sin" that he has repeated over and over again on the radio and in the video, that he has been tainted. Fallen. There should be a better person to guide the Lambs who have been bewitched by this filthy earthly world—. Strong Jacob was the only and only one who was so convinced.

When he realized that he was thinking about something, he immediately lowered his head, he could not let anyone but himself notice, at least until he succeeded.

He waited for Heyman to come out of the room, his eyes falling on the tray that had been placed haphazardly on the table. The toasted slices inside were already soft, and the beef was covered with white grease. Fresh apple slices were a withered leaf-yellow color, chocolate milk was cold, all food was untouched, and the air was filled with the metallic smell of blood.

John thought he could wait quietly, but it was clear that the truth did not allow him to delay and hesitate any longer, and would probably have been completely burned before the saint Jared was called by God.

"All flesh shall die with them; and the world shall return to dust. ”

John said to the empty room.

"Why don't you celebrate?" Seneke said that he was happy, and that he looked especially radiant to-day, perhaps because he had drunk too much champagne, and that his face was rounder, smoother, and brighter than usual, and that fat belly would swing up and down with the intonation of his voice as he spoke, like a gel ball on a human body.

Sasha's gaze lingered on the funny belly for a moment: "I want to take a break." Whether it's the stomach or the ears. He had never been a fan of unbridled eating and drinking like his peers and adults who had no self-control, nor did he like to shout and laugh meaninglessly, let alone scream, which is the normal thing for a two-to-three-year-old child, and he had little interest in dozens of people crammed into a small hall to twist their butts to a chaotic but strong tune, and his interest habit was almost always to spank Anthony. What Hopkins inherited from him was exquisite, extravagant, and a little paranoid.

Pretty and rare purple eyes cut through the crowd and fell on Beelzebub, one of the protagonists of the day, the dark-skinned boy surrounded by a crowd of teenage boys and girls, who noticed Sasha's gaze and raised his glass to him, the golden liquid in the glass jumping and swinging in the light - it was a generous gift from the Great Hopkins, who ordered a full twelve bottles of champagne from the southern region, and the champagne production process was based on the time-consuming, laborious and expensive "traditional method", that is, the method of secondary fermentation in the bottle, The annual production is about 300 million, which is a lot of money - he does it purely because he scatters sand, and when he can, he always wants the best for his children.

"Don't worry, there are several games for the Grande swim team tomorrow," Professor Senek said empathetically, though he misunderstood Sasha's silence, "I'm sure you'll be on the same level as Beelzebub, and maybe a little taller than him." He said happily: "It's a pity that I'm not the lead teacher of the swimming team." But I'll buy tickets to watch the game and cheer you on. ”

Sasha smiled, no, he was like Beelzebub, whether it was rugby or swimming, they were just tools to move forward, they valued results, but they would never be enthusiastic about it, and certainly not jealous of the success of their companions—at least not at all, but that didn't have to be too clear to Seneke. "I think so," he said in a calm tone, "yes." He looked around at the crowd, "Did you see Lila?" I didn't see her in the first place, could she be a little uncomfortable?"

Mr. Senek blinked, "It seems so." He quickly glanced around the crowd, "Speaking of which, there are quite a few absentees, your father, and what about our Doctor Hopkins?"

"He's still in the hospital." Grande's victory did not come easily, with most of the team suffering severe concussions and multiple soft tissue contusions. The two most seriously injured players were a broken collarbone and a slight bone crack on the outside of the knee of the left leg, the operation will be held tomorrow, both of which will need to be observed for 24 hours, and it is basically impossible to return to Grande with their peers, teachers and coaches, they were taken to the hospital after the game, and Hopkins, as the team doctor, went to get a copy of the examination report and the description of the surgical plan. He had already called Sasha, and there were so many people that he might be delayed until three or four o'clock the next morning. But hopefully Sasha will rest sooner.

"When are we leaving tomorrow?"

"On the afternoon flight, there will be a special shuttle bus, just like when we came. What, what's the problem?"

"I have a sense of foreboding." Sasha said.

Professor Seneke stared at Sasha for a moment, then suddenly cracked his mouth again, "Kid." Did you revisit Star Wars recently?"

Elder Josiah was not a native of White Salt City, and his parents were both Catholics. He was inspired to be rebaptized as an adult and became a monk of the supervising order. The reason why he was able to become an elder was not only pious and selfless, but also because he was an expert in cardiothoracic neurosurgery.

In White Salt City, hospitals and doctors were the same thing a century ago, because according to the explanations of the elders and saints, the Bible has clearly stated that the evil diseases in human beings often mean that they have been corrupted by demons, and the only one who can save them is the Almighty Lord, except for prayers, holy water, and holy relics, people who suffer from diseases will not receive any help, and will even be hated as the source of the plague - most of them can only be forced to stay in their rooms and wait for death - if they are injured, At most, they would use herbs, olive oil, and alcohol, as well as eye drops, because they were all found in the Bible—Ezekiel 47:12 says, "The fruit of the tree shall be food, and the leaves shall be healing." Revelation 22:2 says, "On one side of the river and on the other there is a tree of life, which bears twelve kinds of fruit, and bears fruit every month; The leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. In "The Parable of the Good Samaritan," the Samaritan anoints the wounds of the wounded with wine and oil. Alcohol disinfects, while oil refers to olive oil, which has the effect of lubricating and protecting the skin. For example, in the book of Revelation, Jesus counsels the Laodicean church to buy eye drops to wipe their eyes so that they can see. Because Laodicea is famous for its ophthalmologists and ophthalmic products.

Every saint and elder has set strict rules related to it, but with the gradual development and perfection of modern medicine, the shackles of steel are also loosened, and the saints and elders cannot avoid the pain of aging and aging, they cannot immediately establish a medical school, but they can pick ready-made fruits, and Elder Josiah is the biggest and best of them.

. Strong Jacob had already said no, and Elder John would naturally not go against his will, but he could summon Elder Josiah for himself.

((One second to remember)