The small town with a strong business development is particularly prosperous, and it is always crowded with people and is always lively.

In such a place, it is quite reasonable to have a small church.

It's just that as in most other places, since the gods fell asleep and the church fell into power. The church in the town fell at the speed of light, until after the last priest was lost, it was completely a deserted house, and no one cared for it.

Dressed in a modest dress, Sheena, with the help of An Ling, opened the wooden door of the abandoned chapel, which had been sealed for years, revealing the dilapidated prayer hall inside.

The dense dust that filled the air cast a gray shadow over the sunlight that penetrated through it, and vines crawled all over the walls and roots. Even the statue of the goddess of light, which is solemn and sacred, carrying a bright lantern to shine on the world, has broken half of its body under the drive of time at this moment, and is covered with spider silk.

The entire church is filled with a grayish-green dilapidated color, and there are traces of the passage of time everywhere.

An Ling looked at the mutilated statue of the goddess of light, touched his chin, and said with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth:

"It doesn't seem like it's going very well here."

As for the dilapidated scene in the church in front of her, Hina just calmly took out a broom and other cleaning tools, and said softly:

"It does look a little dirty, Anling, we may have to put in a little more effort."

An Ling laughed, twisted his nose and said:

"It doesn't matter, I like to work."

Sheena smiled and muttered in a low voice:

"The light will not give up on anyone who follows him."

With that, the two of them began to clean the dilapidated church, first dusting, then clearing the vines and scattered stones, and then arranging all the remaining furnishings in order.

Finally, with a solemn and serious expression, Hina washed the body of the broken Goddess of Light with holy water.

When all the dust has been cleared, the chapel is covered with a layer of bright colors, with a hint of solemnity in its simplicity and a taste of sacredness.

An Ling had a happy smile all the time.

Because he knew that the church in front of him had become clean and bright. But it is more unclean and filthy than ever. For everywhere but the statue of the goddess has been desecrated by its own hands, the most filthy being of the abyss. There is a faint breath of its own everywhere.

If the goddess of light wakes up at a later date and there are believers here to pray. What kind of scene will He see? Believers are praying to themselves while standing on the dirty ground like?

Just as An Ling was standing aside and thinking divergently, Hina suddenly knelt down to the statue of the goddess of light in front of An Ling's eyes, and folded her hands in prayer in front of the mutilated goddess statue.

This made An Ling surprised.

As a devout priest of light, it would have been normal to bow down and pray like a goddess.

But Sheena is different.

An Ling remembered that Hina had said to An Ling that she never prayed to the goddess, on the one hand, it was respect, acknowledging the fact that the goddess was asleep, praying was meaningless, and not to deceive herself. On the other hand, Hina also thinks that since the goddess is asleep, it may be inappropriate to pray to disturb the gods.

Therefore, An Ling had never seen Hina pray in front of the Statue of Light, never once.

But today, just after cleaning such a small church, Sheena actually started praying in front of this ruined statue of the goddess?

An Ling was really surprised, and when Sheena finished praying and opened her eyes and got up, she couldn't help but ask:

"Sheena, you actually prayed to the idol?"

Sheena was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Hmm."

She turned around and suddenly smiled softly at An Ling.

"Anling, don't you think I'm weird, I said before that I didn't pray to the gods again."

An Ling opened his mouth, then nodded.

"Well, that's right."

Sheena shook her head with a smile and slowly stood up, her eyes a little deep.

"I didn't want to pray, but when I remembered what happened yesterday, I couldn't help but pray for the light. Error-free updates @"

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"Oh?"

An Ling smiled and immediately asked:

"Are you praying for the citizens of Flower City who were caught up in the horror and chaos yesterday?"

"No, I'm sorry, I'm not as kind and great as you think."

Hina covered her mouth gracefully and smiled, her face showing shame on her face but two women, I think they are in danger. Oh, and the old priest in the city of flowers, who is also a very nice man. ”

"That's it~"

An Ling couldn't help but scratch his nose again, not knowing what to say.

He didn't expect that Sheena's unprecedented prayer to the gods would be just for such a simple reason, which was neither compassionate nor profound. It's just that I'm just worried about a few friends who don't have a lot of intersections.

An Ling felt a little weird, but he didn't think much about it, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he smiled and said:

"Okay Sheena, we'll go back now that it's okay."

"yes, okay."

Sheena smiled sweetly at An Ling and nodded.

Time passed, and a leisurely afternoon passed quickly.

In the evening, the adventuring group enjoyed a warm dinner together downstairs in the hotel, and then returned to their respective rooms in a pleasant atmosphere of playing and laughing, and went to sleep early.

That night, Xina, who was wearing a thin layer of pajamas, and An Ling hugged each other and slept peacefully.

An Ling was embraced by Xina's gentle and somewhat hot body, but he didn't fall asleep, but looked at the bright night sky and stars outside the window in a daze, his eyes were a little empty.

Suddenly, a soul connection sounded in An Ling's mind.

An Ling's empty eyes suddenly lit up, and then he broke free of Sheena's embrace with a gentle movement, got up and walked to the bathroom.

He sat down on the toilet and spread out his palms.

"Hail to You, the Eternal, Supreme and Great!"

The projection of the Ghost King instantly appeared in An Ling's hand, and his humble posture was as good as ever.

An Ling glanced at him, tilted his head, and asked casually with understatement:

"How's my business going?"

The Ghost King raised his eyelids, stood up and said respectfully:

"Everything is going as you wish, that Archon of the Astrology City is the perfect bait, and under my layout, all the fat fish of those Seventh Order have fallen into my net."

"Looks like it's done well."

An Ling complimented, and then suddenly remembered something, and asked the ghost king:

"Is the chaos in Bloom City also in your plans?"

"Yes, what's wrong, Your Excellency?"

The ghost king blinked, not quite understanding why An Ling would ask this little detail that has no nutrition and is commonplace.