My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

After confirming his return time, Lin Mo went back to his room.

Yin Xue immediately occupied the large desk in the center of the room.

She pushed all the writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, candlesticks, and ornaments onto the ground.

Then she pulled out a bunch of odds and ends from somewhere.

Dark red crystalline powder, a palm-sized compass base, a small bottle of liquid reeking of blood...

These are the materials she used to make the teleportation compass.

"Don't stare at me."

Without turning her head, she began to carve the first rune on the compass base with her small hands.

"You're standing there like a rock, hindering my performance."

Lin Mo did not respond.

His consciousness had long since drifted away.

What is Mom doing right now?

She may have just woken up; the nurse is taking her blood pressure and temperature.

She would ask her dad to help raise the headboard a little higher.

Then they stare out the window in a daze, or continue jotting something down in that notebook.

Surgery... how many days until then?

Lin Mo's thoughts got stuck here.

just in case……

What if the surgery is performed earlier than planned?

What if his father deliberately postponed the date to avoid worrying him?

What if when he gets back, his mother has already been taken into the operating room, or...

Lin Mo's fingers clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palm.

The stinging pain brought him back to his senses, only to find that his back was already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He had never been so anxious before.

From the moment he was summoned to this world, he never had.

The massacre of Reverend Lind in the Old Wood City Church.

Facing the army of dark elves.

They were secretly surrounded and intercepted by the Iron Chamber.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: fight his way out, survive, become stronger, and go home.

But now, the matter of going home is truly before us, and even within reach.

But he began to feel afraid.

I'm afraid I won't know what to say when I see my mother.

What I fear even more is... that this really is the last time I'll see him.

On the compass base, Yin Xue engraved the third rune.

Her little hands were very steady, and each stroke extended precisely along the pre-set trajectory.

But she would occasionally pause, her bloodshot eyes secretly glancing at the motionless dark figure by the bedside.

She had never seen Lin Mo like this before.

Lin Mo's eyes were always sharp, cold, and never hesitant.

But now, his breathing was disordered and his eyes were glazed over.

……

Just then, a loud rooster crowed outside the window, accompanied by the ringing of the church bells.

Lin Mo then realized that it was dawn.

He looked at the desk.

Yin Xue is still busy.

The base of the compass was covered with densely packed runes.

A dark red light flowed within it, like the blood vessels of a living creature.

Her little paws moved so fast they were just blurs, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Mianmian was fast asleep, lying on the corner of the desk.

Lin Mo stood up.

He moved very quietly, not wanting to disturb Yin Xue.

But Yin Xue stopped what he was doing.

"You've been looking completely lost all night. I've never seen you like this before. Go out for a walk and clear your head."

Yin Xue withdrew her gaze and continued to carve her runes.

"Standing here won't help you, and it'll only hinder my performance."

Lin Mo nodded.

……

He picked up the black sword leaning against the headboard, pushed open the door, and went out.

The corridor was quiet.

Morning prayers should have ended by now, and the monks who attended the morning service are probably having their meal in the dining hall.

The occasional chanting only made Lin Mo more irritated.

He doesn't believe in God.

From the very first day he was summoned to this world, he felt nothing but disgust for the so-called gods.

God forcibly dragged him here.

Now that god still wants to keep him completely.

The chanting sounded like flies buzzing around, impossible to shake off.

Lin Mo quickened his pace unconsciously.

When he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of a familiar wrought iron gate.

The door was ajar.

The four corpses had already been removed from the cobblestone ground at the entrance.

This is the archbishop's courtyard.

Lin Mo's original intention was simply to take a walk and breathe some fresh air.

As a result, I ended up standing here.

I guess I was always thinking about that thing, so I was unconsciously drawn to the source.

I heard soft footsteps behind me.

The archbishop walked over from a distance.

He was carrying a bamboo basket filled with several bundles of vegetable leaves still covered in dew.

He had a scripture tucked under his arm, clearly having just finished morning prayers.

He paused for a moment when he saw Lin Mo at the door.

The old man did not speak.

He simply stared at Lin Mo for a few seconds, then sighed.

He turned slightly to the side and opened the courtyard gate.

"Come in."

He picked up his vegetable basket and turned to walk deeper into the inner courtyard.

Lin Mo hesitated for a second, then pushed open the door and followed.

Before long, the archbishop returned and went straight to the chicken coop in the yard.

He tore the freshly picked vegetable leaves into small pieces and threw them into the middle of the chickens.

The chickens immediately swarmed around, clucking and scrambling for the food.

The pure black feathers gleamed with a healthy sheen in the morning light.

Lin Mo stood to the side, watching this scene unfold.

He didn't know what to say, or why he had come in.

He just stood there, watching the old man in coarse cloth robes squatting in front of the chicken coop feeding the chickens.

He was like an ordinary old farmer in the countryside, not a cardinal who had ruled the empire's faith for over thirty years.

The silence lasted for a long time before Lin Mo finally managed to utter a sentence.

"These chickens... are well-raised."

The archbishop turned to look at him, a faint smile flashing in his gray eyes.

"I didn't raise these; they were obtained through someone else's wish. They don't want them anymore, so I have to raise them myself."

Lin Mo was taken aback.

Why would someone wish for a chicken? And then not want it anymore?

It seems that quite a few people have made this wish.

The archbishop seemed to see Lin Mo's confusion and explained.

"Because what they wished for wasn't a chicken, but some part of their own body."

He shrugged at this point: "But I didn't express my wish clearly when I made it, so it turned out like this."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo instantly understood and couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that Lin Mo's emotions had finally calmed down a bit, the archbishop finally spoke.

"I have granted wishes to many people, but you are different; your wish is not for yourself."

As he spoke, he stood up and patted the bits of grass off his robe.

"So I won't try to persuade you or say anything to comfort you. I just think that instead of being distracted here, you should do something practical."

Lin Mo frowned: "What real thing?"

The archbishop pointed to the imperial capital city below the mountain.

"Go to town and pick out a gift for your mother."

Lin Mo was stunned.

The archbishop shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of lecturing a younger generation.

"You are her son, not a guest. Nothing expensive or fancy is needed. From now on..."

At this point, the archbishop remembered the second prince's plan and paused.

"In the future... even if you're not around, she'll have something to remember you by when she has the things you gave her. And you'll feel more at ease knowing you're here."

Lin Mo nodded: "Yes, that's right... I'll head into the city now."

"etc."

The archbishop called out to Lin Mo and took out a mask from his pocket.

"You're a wanted criminal now, how can you just swagger into the city? Wearing this mask will change your appearance."

Lin Mo took the mask.

The archbishop began to give instructions.

"Remember, you must not kill anyone this time you enter the city."

Lin Mo frowned: "Why?"

The archbishop was speechless: "Because it's illegal."