A strange world

Chapter 1408 42. Son of God? Heretic?

Everyone: "In theory... that's right." Archbishop Tomac's smile froze for a moment.

Annan was just asking, he didn't dare to try it even if it worked.

Idilia felt that it was not elegant to be held in her arms, so she left temporarily to get a new wheelchair.

The Black Widow took her back to the City Lord's Mansion first. When she put Idilia on the wheelchair, she pinched her elder sister's buttocks.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so talented."

She clapped again, her palm almost sinking into it.

Idilia pushed away the Black Widow's hand, sat in the wheelchair, and straightened her wrinkled skirt: "Please don't touch me."

The Black Widow bent down, and the ravine of her neckline was clearly visible to Idyllia: "Sister, you haven't slept with a man before, right?"

Even Idyllia couldn't resist the Black Widow's openness, and she looked away and said, "The guest is still in the city, take me there."

Fortunately, Black Widow knew that the important thing was to do, so she pushed Idelia to reunite with the people still on the street.

The saint pushed Archbishop Tomac, and they wanted to go to the church to take a look first.

"Where is the church?"

"The church is in... uh..."

Annan broke out in a cold sweat.

"How about we go and see the temple fragments first?"

"Okay..."

Archbishop Tomac turned around and wanted to ask the congregants to stay here, but everyone had pleading expressions on their faces, not wanting to lose the chance to see the temple.

"Okay, let's all follow me..."

The believers have been lost for too long and need an anchor to make them firm.

Annan led a large group of believers to the park. The ugly pit was gone, replaced by a wall built around it.

Annan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the ticket office was not built in time, otherwise there would be no explanation...

However, by chance, the widened passage surrounding the temple fragments was just able to accommodate this group of pilgrims, and the mages who received the news in advance also made room for them.

Looking at the brand new floor tiles under his feet, Archbishop Tomac thought: "This is..."

Annan said quickly: "I plan to go around the temple fragments..."

"Admission fee?"

Archbishop Tomac interrupted Annan.

"Um……"

Annan looked away guiltily.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Shouldn't you say you are worthy of being the Son of God for having such an idea?" Archbishop Tomac said with relief.

Yes, I almost forgot that the creed of the Church of Wealth is that it doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, a cat that can make money is a good cat - Annan guessed.

Not to mention taking the temple fragments out for a tour, even if I sold Ms. Fortune's photo, I guess they would... well, they definitely wouldn't be able to tolerate that.

But selling photos of the Saint should be okay...

In Annan's dark thoughts, the passage came to an end, and the fragments of the temple standing on a piece of mountain copper appeared in the eyes of all believers.

Annan stood where he was, watching the believers walking towards the fragments of the temple while crying and laughing, but he did not dare to move forward. He prayed together in the sweet voice of the saint, which was like a clear spring.

The leader of the Holy Legion pushed the wheelchair instead of the Saint and took Archbishop Tomac to the temple fragments.

His withered hand trembled as he moved across the debris. Archbishop Tomac murmured softly, "It really is..."

After a long time, Archbishop Tomac asked the commander of the Holy Legion to push him back to Annan.

"Holy Son..."

"You want to know the origin of this temple fragment?"

Archbishop Tomac nodded slowly.

Annan said: "I have investigated the locals, but apart from a fire that was used to cover up the truth, no one has seen meteorites falling from the sky in recent years or even decades..."

Annan always felt strange about this and even guessed that it was not a fragment of the temple of the goddess of wealth.

Otherwise, the Year of Troubles happened five years ago, so how come no one saw the meteorite falling from the sky?

But since even Archbishop Tomac confirmed that this was indeed a fragment of the temple of the goddess of wealth, then after eliminating all possibilities, the remaining impossible one was the truth: the temple fragment was blown away by a terrible war, and it traveled through time, from the present back to the past -

"Please go ahead."

Archbishop Tomac raised his eyelids, and his cloudy eyes fell on the golden badge on Annan's chest.

"Did you get this badge after you found the fragments?"

"Yes, many people in the Broken Mountains saw it floating in the air. After being blessed, it turned into a pure gold badge."

"That's good...that's good..." Archbishop Tomac murmured with relief, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the believers who were kneeling on the ground praying and announced in a faint voice that everyone could hear.

"The lady is fine, she's still watching us."

The believers who were praying for the lady stopped and cheered or cried for joy.

"Let's leave here first." Archbishop Tomac said, turning back.

Annan felt a little hurried, but when he met Archbishop Tomac's eyes, he nodded.

"good."

What is coming will come.

Annan only delayed the Church of Wealth believers from seeing the Pantheon by a few minutes.

When they entered the Temple of the Gods, whether they believed Annan was the Son of God or not, whether they had good intentions or bad intentions, they all remained silent.

Madam, he actually puts your mortal enemy, Spider Queen Rose, together with you! What a blasphemy!

If they had not just seen the temple fragments and Archbishop Tomac personally admitted that they belonged to a lady, they would have already determined that Annan was a heretic.

Annan also had her own excuses - Rose the Spider Queen, the Cat and Midnight Girl, and the Goddess of Wealth were the three gods she was most familiar with, so they moved together for convenience.

"The Holy Son must have his reasons for doing this." A bishop made an excuse.

"You kneeled too quickly." His companions despised him.

The bishop was not ashamed, but proud: "We have all seen the fragments of the temple. Is there any doubt that Annan is the Son of God?"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"You mean an outsider invented the bank?"

The objector was speechless.

Annan didn't know that there were still people among the bishops who spoke for him. He was making up a legitimate reason for the Pantheon:

"I think the reason why a god is a god is because of what he did that made people willing to raise the sacred fire for him. He must have done something first before people were willing to believe in him."

"So I want to treat everyone equally and give all believers a chance. They can't do evil in Liberty City anyway, so why not be more generous?"

Archbishop Tomac did not refute Annan's remarks, but just smiled and said: "Son, can we go out for a walk?"

"no problem."

Annan agreed immediately, then remembered that what he said seemed to be his own words.