At eight o'clock in the morning, in the prayer room on the third floor of the cabin.

As soon as Lugano entered, he saw Father Monserrate, dressed in a brown clergyman's uniform, preaching, and five or six people sitting in the rows of chairs in front of the emblem of life.

He did not spoil the sacred atmosphere, but took the front spot and sat near a praying man.

As the minutes ticked by, Father Monserrat finally finished his sermon and closed the canon in his hand.

All the prayers stood up, divided their feet, raised their palms high, and said in unison, "Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"

Lugano subconsciously turned his head sideways, and saw that the praying man in the same row had brown eyes and a poor complexion, and was wearing a tweed coat, but not very tightly wrapped.

This is like Ennio, the special patient who has lost his internal organs.

He, he's not dead? Isn't that evil wizard Primpino dead? Why hasn't this particular patient died yet? Lugano was startled and thought he had encountered a ghost.

As Sequence 8 of the "Cultivator" path, he is completely incapable of dealing with ghosts!

In the next second, Lugano found that Enio's face was no longer as pale as last night, the brilliance in his eyes had also recovered a little, and the breath of life in his whole person was significantly thicker.

This...... Lugano instinctively raised his hand, tapped his eyebrows, and turned on the "Spiritual Vision".

He then saw that Ennio's etheric body was no longer so gray, and whether it was yellow for the digestive system, orange for detoxification and excretion, and other colors, all returned to a more normal state, only dull and thin.

Can it still be like this? Didn't he have no heart, liver, spleen, lungs, intestines, stomach, and kidneys? Lugano saw Ennio turn around as he watched a monster, and was pleasantly surprised to find himself.

"Doctor, your treatment is very effective, I feel like I'm recovering!" Ennio said with great please.

This is still the initial treatment done without finding out the specific cause!

Lugano twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly: "That's good, that's good." ”

"You're also a believer in Mother Goddess, aren't you?" Ennio's mood was quite good, with a look of surprise on his face.

I'm not, don't mention the Mother Goddess, Mother ....... How can I, as an Indisian, believe in the "Mother Earth Goddess"? Lugano pointed to Monserrat, but did not reply directly: "I have something to find the priest."

Enio nodded, "What time in the morning can I go to you for further treatment?"

You don't need treatment anymore, the next step is to recuperate and recuperate...... Lugano sneered, squeezed out a smile and said, "In an hour."

"Thank you, doctor!" Enio waved his hand and walked out of the prayer room.

When only himself and Father Monserrat were left, Lugano suppressed his voice, pointed to the door, and said, "He, how did he heal?"

Father Montserrat, who was still young and had clean eyebrows, smiled and said, "Thanks to Mother Earth, he is lucky enough."

"You are also a 'doctor', you should know that internal organs can be transplanted, as long as they still retain a certain amount of activity, and Primpino has been using his extraordinary ability to maintain the vitality of those internal organs in order for the ritual to be successful, and the set he is currently using is all taken from Enio, and there is no need to consider the rejection reaction caused by transplantation."

"In addition, Enio himself is still alive and maintains a certain vitality with the power of the occult, which is also a key factor."

"You operated on him last night and transplanted all the internal organs back?" Lugano suddenly realized.

Father Monserrat nodded: "For the average surgeon, this is almost impossible to succeed in surgery, and even if it is successful, it will be difficult to maintain the continuation of life and let the patient pass the most dangerous stage, but for us, it is within our ability."

Oh, yes...... Compared to ordinary surgeons, we are extraordinary "doctors" who are miraculous miracle workers...... Lugano sighed, and then did not care about Enio's question, and said to Monserrate rather worriedly: "Father, I hear the cry of the baby again."

"Is that so-called Son of God targeting me?"

Father Montserrat replied kindly: "Don't worry, this is the inevitable sequelae of the corresponding contamination, which will slowly subside over time, and if you are worried about accidents and accidents along the way, I can help you remove them now."

Is it? You're just a Sequence 8 "doctor" who can help me get rid of the remaining pollution? Set up an altar and ask for the help of the power of Mother Earth? Lugano was not too convinced: "Thank you, Father!"

Monserrat pointed to where Lugano had been sitting before:

"Like those believers just now, close your eyes and listen to my sermons while praying to Mother Earth, remember, to Mother Earth, not to any other deity."

"Okay." Lugano sat down again, folded his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes.

He followed Father Montserrat's sermon, silently repeating the contents of the canon, his thoughts drifting away and becoming more and more blurred.

Faintly, Lugano heard his mother's murmur and felt the warmth of his embrace.

This made his inner tension relax, and he felt like he was bullied as a child and threw himself into his mother's arms to seek comfort.

That's dependence, it's dependence, and it's also the home of the soul.

Before he knew it, a tear slipped from the corner of Lugano's eyes, and his body and mind seemed to be washed.

His mood slowly became calm, and he was no longer so panicked and uneasy.

"Alright." Father Monserrate's voice seemed to come from the sky and reach Lugano's ears.

Lugano opened his eyes, raised his right hand, and wiped the moisture from his face.

He then stood up, raised his hands and said, "Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"

It's an almost instinctive reaction.

At this time, the sunlight outside the window shines in, dyeing this prayer room a faint gold, as if to foretell a good harvest in the future.

Father Monserrat nodded in satisfaction: "Mother Earth has cleaned you of the pollution, you can pay attention tonight to see if you can hear the baby's cry."

"Yes, Father!" Lugano replied, relaxed both physically and mentally.

The next morning, he got up happily.

All night he had no more dreams called by his mother, nor did he hear the cry of the so-called Son of God.

This made Lugano so happy, and as soon as Ludwig had breakfast, he went straight to the prayer room and told Father Montserrat the good news.

Father Montserrat looked at him for a few seconds, smiled and asked, "Are you interested in following Mother Earth?"

"Me?" Lugano hesitated for a moment and said, "Are you willing to accept the conversion of a pagan?"

Father Montserrat laughed: "In the eyes of a mother, there are no infidels, only children who are willing to go home or not."

Lugano's heart was shaken when he thought that he had only followed the people around him into churches to pray, listen to sermons, and attend Mass since he was a child, and that he had not believed in the gods from the heart, and that he had never received substantial help from the church from the beginning to the end.

Moreover, if you really become a believer in the "Mother Earth Goddess", maybe you can buy the follow-up potion recipes and extraordinary materials of the "doctor" from the three major religious orders from the church....even if this thing doesn't work, the corresponding occult guidance must be there....... Lugano hesitated for a long time, constantly looking for reasons to convince himself.

Father Montserrat did not urge him, but looked at him with a smile and waited patiently for his reply.

Finally, Lugano raised his hands high: "Praise the earth, praise the mother of all things!"

In this way he answered the preaching of Father Montserrat.

Father Monserrat's smile was visibly open: "Welcome home."

Such words made Lugano inexplicably warm, and it really gave rise to the feeling of finally returning to his hometown and returning home after years of wandering and adventuring.

The weariness was soothed, and his feet were planted on the earth again.

"Praise be to Mother Earth." Lugano folds his arms over his chest.

Father Monserrat nodded, and began the real sermon: "You believe in the source of life, the mother of all things, the symbol that holds up the fertile earth, the red moon and multiplication, and the destination of all, the beginning of all ......."235

Lugano listened intently, remembering carefully.

Although he is not yet pious, this may be his future refuge, and he must always show the good side.

Back in the first-class suite, Lugano glanced at Lumian, who had studied the Tan language of the Southern Continent seriously, and said a little apprehensively: "I, I have converted to 'Mother Earth Goddess'."

As a fellow Intius, will he despise me and dislike me?

Lumian raised his head and said with a smile: "Then show the brilliance of motherhood, Ludwig is waiting for you to take him to get some fresh sea fish."

I didn't mind at all...... Lugano muttered, not daring to make Ludwig hungry, and began his busy day.

Late at night, after taking care of Ludwig to sleep, Lugano thought about it and decided to go to the prayer room to have a look.

If the door was still open, he planned to pray once and then come back to sleep.

You have to be a little better at the beginning!"

Walking down the dimly lit staircase and stepping on the creaking floor, Lugano approached the prayer room.

His steps became more and more slight, lest he disturb the prayers of others, and disturb the priest of Montserrat, who practiced the teachings of Mother Earth and had a life-reproduction activity with a female believer.

When Silence came to the door, Lugano stretched out his right hand and tried to push the wooden door.

The wooden door slowly opened back, silently revealing a small gap.

"It's not closed....... it's really multiplying your life?" Lugano quietly looked into the gap.

He saw the crimson moonlight casting a light veil over the prayer room, and he saw Father Monserrat, dressed in a brown clergyman's robe, standing in front of the emblem of life, bending his arms and swaying them gently, as if he were holding a newborn child.

But between his arms, there was nothing.