A strange world

Chapter 1416 Chapter 50. Summon the Goddess Again

Next, Annan, who was both his teacher and friend, stood aside and listened quietly to Reiner talk about his experiences in the south.

Before finding Colette, he had been wandering between order churches in other regions.

He had seen the city's controller praying all day long for order to return to the world, and he had also seen the church knights who had lost their faith betray order and plunged into chaos.

During that year of training, he saw too much... The complexity of human nature intertwined before his eyes, but he had no time to calm down and think. Later, he found Colette and returned to Annan, and the accumulated emotions suddenly burst out.

"I'm tired, teacher..."

Reiner's armor was still shiny, but his back was no longer straight.

"Then rest in Liberty City for a while. Look around and digest the insights you've gained from your experience. After you get over it, you'll be reborn."

"good……"

Annan felt that Liberty City was like a Noah's Ark. It was a bit far-fetched to say that it was only there to gather alien races before, but with the arrival of the Church of Wealth and Reiner one after another, it gradually became worthy of the name.

All it takes to be legitimate is a flood - just kidding.

It is not enough to just convince Reiner. If Annan wants him to stay in Liberty City, he also has to convince Colette.

Leaving Reiner to continue enjoying the breeze, Annan returned to the banquet and walked towards Colette who was with Cathy.

Seeing Annan coming, Cathy waved and called out, "Sister, our father is here."

The guests around looked at each other, looking between Annan and Colette, who was the same age as him.

"Uh... don't yell, Colette is my friend."

"Do friends call each other dad?"

"puff……"

Someone accidentally sprayed it out.

"Stop interfering in adults' affairs!"

"puff--"

More people erupted.

Annan sent Cathy to find her elder sister, and said helplessly: "Cathy is like this. No one can control her except her elder sister."

"I can see that you like her very much." Colette was unusually quiet, completely different from the rebellious look in the dream.

"Although Cathy is naughty, disobedient, poor at studying, likes to run around, and bullies other children..."

The more I talk about Cathy's shortcomings, the less there is a single advantage.

Annan couldn't help but wonder how nice it would be if Ivana was his own daughter...

"Forget it, let's not talk about her. I just finished talking to Reiner."

"I saw you go find him," said Colette.

But Annan didn't think Colette was useless: "There are many things you can do. If you are willing to learn, go to the Mage Tower for further studies. If you are willing to train children like Cathy, go to Liberty City University."

"But I would rather you be my staff."

"Staff?"

"You see, I will have to deal with the Fortune Church a lot from now on, and I need someone who is familiar with the church's rules to assist me."

Colette was the candidate chosen by Annan - her father was also an archbishop, and she was exposed to the world and must know more than others.

"Okay, I promise."

It didn't take much effort for Annan to convince Colette.

On the surface, only Colette agreed to stay, but if she doesn't leave, Reiner will most likely stay as well, as well as the Archbishop of Valencia's legacy - his relatives and friends.

Even if none of these were available, the reputation of the Church of Restoration of Order alone would be enough to resolve many of the open and covert attacks directed at Liberty City.

You said I was colluding with the blue dragon? The daughter of the Archbishop of the Church of Order is in Liberty City.

You said I was colluding with the Skaven? The daughter of the Archbishop of the Church of Order is in Liberty City.

Looking back at the banquet hall, guests were coming and going. With the support of the Church of Wealth, who could deny the bright future of Liberty City?

…

Mr. Swarlow finished his teaching for the day.

On the way home, he bought a cake from a bakery on the street and returned home.

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Arriving at the courtyard of his residence, Mr. Swarlow raised his head and looked at the darkness behind the window, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

…

December is the coldest time of the year, but the cold current north of the snow-capped mountains consumes too much power when crossing the northern border, and only shivering cold winds remain when it reaches the Obilis Strait.

After being weakened by the constant temperature rune of the Mage Tower, the cold wind coming from afar only added a sense of fragmentation to Annan's chanting.

There were several layers of figures surrounding the square where Annan was standing - the bishops headed by the archbishop, the saint, and the commander of the Holy Legion formed the first layer, the priests, nuns and believers formed the second layer, and the third layer was the believers from all over the world.

The chanting continued, and Annan's black hair moved without wind.

The golden emblems on the believers' chests oozed star-like light spots, which rose up with Annan's chanting - this time they did not condense into a vortex, but a spiral of light, pointing directly to the invisible kingdom deep in the sky.

As the believers were eagerly waiting, Annan's chanting entered the second stage.

The familiar golden door appeared again, hanging vaguely in the air.

"Glorious Nar, Lord of the Golden Bond. Your scales measure justice, and your golden fire refines wisdom. Guide my transactions so that there will never be fraud, and protect my purse so that it will never leak. Let wealth flow like a river, and never fall into the quagmire of greed..."

People chanted scriptures in unison, and their prayers echoed throughout Liberty City.

The prayers and Annan's chanting gradually overlapped. As if in response to them, the golden door became more solid, and golden snake-like inscriptions moved on the door, condensing patterns and unrecognizable words.

The believers recognized the inscription on the door - it was clearly the pattern of the lady's holy emblem.

But at this time, Annan's magic power was almost exhausted.

Annan didn't want to give up. This time, the lady seemed not to be at home and did not respond to his calls.

He suddenly had an idea. What would happen if he used that bit of divinity at this time?

But he was a little hesitant. What if the divinity was not that of Ms. Fortune? God knew what would be summoned by him - the best outcome would be a failure of the summoning.

The worst outcome... is accidentally summoning the being that destroyed the temple.

After just a brief hesitation, Annan's chant was tainted with the taste of blood and rust, and his head was filled with a soul-tearing pain due to the depletion of magic power.

Annan stopped. The golden door that stood in the air lost its magical power and shattered into golden spots of light, dimming and dissipating to the regret of the believers.

Then they cheered up again.

Annan proved with his actions that he could indeed call upon the Lady and that he was indeed the Son of God.

Archbishop Tomac stood up with the help of the saint, and together with the church members, saluted Annan, who was gulping down the magic potion in the center of the square.