A strange world

Chapter 1406 40. I'm back, father

Wilhelm, Maple Island.

Crowds of people were crawling on the pier on the shore, singing praises to a merchant ship that was sailing away.

Crunch——

The drunkard who pushed open the door of the tavern broke the atmosphere. He staggered and burped: "Who is so grand, the Supreme King?"

"The Archbishop of Lady Fortune has just been here."

The bartender next to him whispered a reminder.

"Oh, then I have to kneel too..."

The drunkard walked forward mumbling and fell hard. The alcohol numbed his pain, and he just stuck his butt out and prayed.

…

The cloaked silhouette standing at the stern retracted his gaze and walked along the side of the ship to the bow.

He raised his head, and the sea breeze blowing in his face lifted his hood, revealing a dazzling golden hair.

If Annan were here, he would definitely scream out this guy's name: Reiner.

The disciple of the Archbishop of Valencia had repeatedly obstructed Annan in the dream that the Archbishop of Valencia had constructed.

Three years have passed, and he looks more stable. He has lost his former youthful vigor, and even his blond hair is no longer as bright.

After all, if a baby bird loses its wings that protect it from the wind and rain, it must learn to fly on its own.

After looking at the vast sea for a while, Reiner turned around and walked back to the cabin.

He walked between the priests kneeling in prayer on both sides of the aisle and came to the largest cabin.

The cabin that was originally a restaurant was converted into a church dedicated to mass. Countless believers knelt on the wooden floor and held mass around several white and gold robe outlines in the center.

Outside the cabin, there stood a stranger who was wearing a cloak like him and looked out of place - a girl with short, neat light brown hair.

But fortunately... he found Colette.

The South is very big, big enough to accommodate a Southern Alliance, the Thirteen Clans of Skaven, the Green-skinned Orcs, and a group of alien races. In such a vast land, they don't want to consider any other possibilities except the blessings of their father and teacher.

If he is really the Son of God.

As the mass came to an end, the still believers stood up and walked out of the cabin.

Only the leaders of the church, the golden-robed archbishop, the saint and the white-robed cardinals were left.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Archbishop Tomac, the only golden-robed archbishop of the Church of Fortune and the lady's representative on earth, looked at Colette and the others.

Unlike what people outside imagined, the Cardinal in Gold was an old man who looked extremely old. His teeth had all fallen out, his eyes were full of turbidity, his face was covered with age spots, his back could not be straightened, and even after the mass he needed the help of a saint to stand up.

It is hard to imagine that someone could be this old, and yet be an archbishop with unparalleled power, even on par with the High King.

Because Archbishop Tomac actually met the lady and received divine grace.

He became like this because after the turbulent years, he gave up using his divine power to maintain his youth and put all his energy into finding the lady and maintaining the church.

Colette came over and shook her head and said, "It was always like this when my father was still alive. I'm used to it."

"Child, don't be sad. The Archbishop of Valencia has returned to God's arms."

"I'm not sad, I just feel that... I was too ignorant before."

She talked back, rebelled, didn't understand... It wasn't until she lost the things she cherished that she realized how ridiculous she was before.

"Youth is the age when we will leave behind countless regrets." Archbishop Tomac chuckled "I have heard of you, Colette. You have come into contact with the Son, right?"

"An... Nan?"

Although she thought of him from time to time, this was the first time Colette called out this name, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. "Yes, I have met him..."

"What kind of man is he?"

Colette opened her mouth slightly, and the images of Annan and her father gradually overlapped in her mind.

"I... don't know how to describe it."

She had little contact with the "real" Annan. Most of the time, she was in contact with Annan who played the "father role", or in her dreams.

"He's a good man," Reiner said.

"Good man..." Archbishop Tomac chewed on the word, "Good man is good..."

Reiner continued, "In that situation, anyone else would have either imprisoned me or tried to kill me, but he never did that."

Colette knew what he was talking about, but Archbishop Tomac and the Saint both looked confused.

At this time, the leader of the Holy Legion came to the cabin and helped them out. He approached Archbishop Tomac and said, "There is a storm cloud ahead."

"Is there no way to go straight through?" the Saint asked.

"Yes, but Pastor Rat has determined that the storm clouds will cause a disaster, so we should go to Liberty City."

The Saint looked at Archbishop Tomac, who nodded slightly: "Then help our Son clean up."

The leader of the Holy Legion took the order and turned to walk out of the cabin.

Archbishop Tomac patted the saint who was supporting him and said, "Take our guests outside to have a look."

"Okay, Saints."

Colette and Reiner followed the saint out of the cabin, and when they looked up, they saw a storm cloud quietly brewing on the horizon where azure blue and inky black intertwined.

The church bells suddenly rang on the ship, penetrating the thick clouds deeply and distantly, echoing in every inch of the air.

An indescribable tranquility spread out. Amid the faint sound of prayers, the clouds gradually split open, revealing mottled blue sky. Golden sunlight penetrated the gaps and fell on the sea.

The storm that was supposed to devastate the coastline was easily dissipated.

Reiner looked up, not unfamiliar with this scene. But after the gods lost contact, using divine power in this way has become a thing of the past...

…

Annan held Cathy's hand, and stood at the dock with Olmedo and others, watching the large ship of the Church of Fortune dock at the port.

He nervously watched the clergymen disembarking one after another. At a certain moment, Annan's gaze suddenly froze on two figures among them.

Annan opened his mouth slightly and watched them walk up to him.

Colette looked at Annan, but it seemed as if she was looking at another being, a being projected onto Annan, and said softly:

"I'm home, father."