I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 119 Travel
"Father, how much money should I donate to avoid this disaster?"

Strange, who was already suffering from mental exhaustion, was shocked when he heard what the priest serving the Son of God said. He immediately expressed his intention to donate money to the church to avoid the disaster.

Upon hearing this, the priest frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise and confusion in his eyes.

He shook his head gently but firmly, his voice full of compassion and instruction: “Mr. Strange, you may have misunderstood what I meant.

In the eyes of God, a person's wealth and status do not determine the good or bad of his fate, nor are they a bargaining chip to avoid disaster. What we believe in is God's mercy and justice, and the purity and kindness of the heart. "

"I understand your worries and fears. But please remember that true faith is not exchanged for peace or avoiding disasters through money, but is obtained through inner piety, persistence in good deeds, and a positive attitude towards life."

The priest explained patiently, his eyes full of care and guidance for Strange.

As Strange listened to the priest's words, he felt a warm current in his heart, but also a little ashamed.

"If you insist on funding the construction of the church, then I can't help it. I believe that the Son of God will understand your piety."

Yes, Bai was touched.

The originally excited mood instantly calmed down, and Strange felt as if his devout heart had been fed to a dog.

However, although this is the situation, the problem still needs to be solved by the priest. After Strange briefly and quickly stated his problem.

"Father, why did you say that my forehead is black and that a disaster is about to happen?"

"It is God's guidance, of course!"

The priest suddenly kissed the cross and then began to pray devoutly.

Strange didn't know what was going on, but seeing how pious he looked and considering where this place was, he felt that this was probably not a place to cheat people out of money.

"Father, how should I survive this disaster?"

The priest's prayers gradually subsided, and he opened his eyes, with a deep and peaceful light shining in his gaze, as if he had already had some kind of communication with God.

"Mr. Strange, regarding the disaster you asked about, I want to say that I am just a mortal, and I can't help you avoid it."

Strange's face suddenly turned dark. Is there no way you can sound so arrogant?
He was about to start cursing when the priest spoke again.

"Although I don't have a good solution, the Holy Son does. The Holy Son's protection will help you avoid disaster."

As the priest spoke, he took down the cross he had just prayed over.

He gently handed the cross to Strange. Under the dim candlelight, the cross seemed to glow with a holy light, carrying a warm and calming power.

The priest’s voice was gentle but firm: “Mr. Strange, this cross has witnessed the prayers and faith of countless believers. It carries the love and protection of the Son of God.

When you feel lost or afraid, hold it and feel the power from heaven. It will guide you forward and give you courage and hope. "

Strange took the cross and felt an inexplicable warmth spreading from the palm of his hand to his whole body. The anxiety and uneasiness in his heart seemed to be alleviated a lot.

"Thank you, Father. I will keep your teachings in mind and practice my faith with my actions. No matter what the future holds, I will face it bravely."

"Well, I'm glad you understand."

The priest didn't say much, but his eyes were always looking in one direction. Strange followed his gaze and saw a big sign for donations.

I don’t know which genius came up with this idea, but it’s so pragmatic and not concealed at all.

Although the priest didn't say it, after receiving help from others, would Strange have the nerve to just leave without donating some money?

I should just leave!
The next day, Strange was awakened by a nightmare again and cursed loudly, saying that the priest was too unreliable and the blessing was not even valid for one day. He received the blessing that day, but continued to have nightmares that night without any interruption.

Especially since Christine was on night shift today and was not by his side, Strange's fear became even stronger.

"That bastard priest shouldn't have donated that much money. What kind of money is that? Will I die if I eat one more hamburger?"

Strange cursed angrily, his heart filled with resentment.

But what can I do now? Go find Christine.

As soon as I arrived in the living room, I found that Christine had come to my house with two of her former colleagues.

"West, Morales, why are you two here?"

Strange originally wanted to go to the hospital to see Christine, but unexpectedly, two of his former colleagues came over.

The man is Nick Deems West, also an excellent surgeon, and he also idolizes himself quite a bit.

The woman is Alison Morales. Strange doesn't have much friendship with her, but she is probably Christine's good friend.

"Strange, everyone heard that you've been having nightmares lately, and they're all concerned about what's wrong with you, so they came with me to visit you."

Hearing this, Strange's anger subsided a little, replaced by a warm feeling.

"Thank you, Kristen, West, Morales, I'm fine, just a little stressed out lately."

Strange forced a smile and tried to make his tone sound lighter.

"Doctor Strange, are you really okay?"

West walked forward with concern and patted Strange on the shoulder.

“I’m not a doctor anymore.”

Strange's expression turned somewhat gloomy, and West quickly changed the subject upon seeing this.

"Strange, the truth is, our colleagues at the hospital heard that you've been having nightmares lately and they think you're under too much pressure. We still have some time off, so why don't we go out for a walk and relax?"

"Want to go out for a walk..."

Strange muttered to himself, the scenes in his dream flashing through his mind, and he thought of the cross given by the useless priest, and suddenly he became angry.

Yes, Strange."

Christine interjected gently.

"Sometimes, changing the environment and mood can make everything different. Let's go together and just treat it as a vacation for ourselves."

Strange looked at his friends in front of him, with mixed emotions surging in his heart and mixed emotions in his heart.

"Okay, let's go out for a walk together. Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Seeing this, Christine smiled softly.

"I heard there's a small town on the seaside called Gro Town. The environment there is fresh and the scenery is nice. How about we go there and take a look?"

(End of this chapter)