A strange world

Chapter 1407 41. Arrival of the Church of Wealth

Idilia and the others looked surprised, and Cathy was even more shocked that something that once belonged to her was suddenly taken away from her.

Why does the "sister" who suddenly appeared look older than Annan!

"Uh, you can just call me Annan."

"Okay...Annan." Colette smiled.

Reiner beside him also said, "Lord Annan."

"Long time no see, you've grown so tall." Annan sighed at first, then felt that it was a bit wrong to say this, "I mean..."

"I see."

"That's good……"

Annan, who could even talk to a kobold on the street, didn't know what to say, so he had to focus his attention on the members of the Church of Wealth who were still getting off the ship.

Since Colette and Reiner are traveling with them, does that mean the Church of Fortune has no ill intentions?

In order to make room for the Church of Wealth, the entire Freeport has been temporarily closed. Merchants and tourists understand this very well, after all, no one wants to offend the goddess of wealth.

Church dignitaries who were rarely seen in normal days were everywhere like big carrots. If a goblin stood on the mast and urinated, eight out of ten people who were peed on would be bishops.

The remaining two were a beautiful girl who even amazed Annan, and the old man she was supporting.

He is so old, so old that it even makes people wonder...why is he still alive?

"Could you introduce me to her, Colette?"

"no."

But Reiner didn't hear it was a joke, and answered seriously: "I am an orphan, and I was raised by my teacher himself."

He even shared a lot of Colette's fatherly love.

"Is that so? No wonder you exposed me so easily."

Embarrassed, it became Reiner.

Colette watched them interact and suddenly asked softly, "Are you really the Son of God?"

Annan knew why Colette asked this.

If she was really the Son of God, it would mean that the gods had not left them, but had only temporarily lost contact with the believers. In that case, her father might still become a heroic spirit, and they might be able to meet again...

"I don't know either..." Annan took out the blessed pure gold badge, "but this may be something the lady left for me."

Watching the Saint and the Archbishop step onto the dock, Annan let go of Cathy, put the badge on his chest, and took the initiative to greet Archbishop Tomac and the Saint.

Archbishop Tomac motioned for the Saint to let him go, lowered his head tremblingly, and said humbly: "Greetings, Saint Son."

Annan couldn't help but stretch out his hand to support the archbishop, fearing that he would lose his balance. "You are too polite..."

"You are the Son of God, you should accept our greetings..."

Annan looked at the Saint hesitantly: "The Saint Son should be similar to the Saint, right?"

Olmedo behind him held his forehead.

Archbishop Tomac laughed kindly, thinking that Annan might actually be the Son of God: "How can they be the same? The Saint is the spokesperson for the church, and you are the spokesperson for the lady in the world."

Annan suddenly realized and glanced at the bishops around him: "First of all, on behalf of Liberty City, I welcome you all."

Olmedo pushed Idyliya up and saluted Archbishop Tomac: "I am the deputy city lord Olmedo Augusta."

"Etilia Reeves."

Archbishop Tomac and the believers returned the greetings.

They had prepared everything: where the congregants would stay, security, and the welcoming ceremony.

It was understandable that Annan knew nothing. People would not blame a warlock, but they could not help but take it to heart.

After meeting, they walked out of the port.

Annan and Archbishop Tomac walked side by side, outside were Olmedo and the commander of the Crusaders and others, and outside those were the bishops, the Crusaders, and the guards.

Archbishop Tomac not only looked like an old man, but also moved as slowly as a real old man. Annan always accidentally walked in front of him and simply fell behind.

Looking at the figure in front of him, he always had the urge to push him from behind.

Oh, what an evil thought.

Annan confessed and asked, "Is your health not good?"

"Yeah, I'm old..."

"You are the archbishop, and you are also troubled by your life span?"

Annan admitted that he was ignorant of this, but he still knew some common sense. As an archbishop, there was almost no other possibility except legend.

A legendary warrior has a solid physique, so living for three or four hundred years is not a problem. A legendary magician can easily live for five hundred years using his wisdom. A legendary priest... Annan is not sure, but since he is so close to God, his life span should not be lower than that of a magician.

Is it because of the turbulent years?

"Lord Tomac is unwilling to waste his divine power on maintaining his body and life." A voice as light as spring water sounded.

"What a beautiful voice." Annan couldn't help but admire.

The saint who spoke pursed her lips slightly, Olmedo's face flushed, and Itilia smiled like an aunt.

"I mean, the believers must be willing to listen to your prayers."

Archbishop Tomac laughed and said, "The Mass held in Leia will indeed attract many young believers."

Annan also realized that what he said just now was somewhat offensive and seemed to be teasing the saint, so he changed the subject: "Then how do you usually move?"

The saint didn't dare to speak, so the head of the Holy Legion explained on her behalf: "The archbishop insisted on walking."

"But this body is getting older and older and can no longer walk..." Archbishop Tomac said with a smile, as if he didn't care about aging and death.

"Would you like to try a wheelchair? I have also recommended it to our ancestors." Annan pointed to his eldest sister's wheelchair.

"Aries?" Archbishop Tomac looked interested.

Idilia was about to stand up and vacate the wheelchair.

In fact, there are plenty of wheelchairs, but this will show more sincerity.

Annan asked Black Widow to hold her eldest sister, and Archbishop Tomac asked, "What happened to her legs?"

"I was born unable to stand," Idilia replied.

"Unfortunately, my strength has been exhausted, otherwise I would be able to help you heal."

Idilia smiled nonchalantly: "This is good too. If I am cured, I still have to learn how to walk."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.

"Can magic heal my sister's legs?" Annan asked with concern.

Archbishop Tomac smiled and said, "Divine power can resurrect the dead, so why can't it heal a pair of legs?"

"Then if we kill the eldest sister and then revive her, will her leg be healed?"

…

On the second floor of the savings bank, two imperial officials stood at the window, looking at the figures approaching in the distance and talking in low voices.

"Annan Reeves has officially contacted the Church of Fortune."

"Do you think he is the Son of God?"

"It would be best."

"Indeed, it's better... Otherwise, when the elves react, no one will be able to save him."