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

The archbishop sighed softly as he looked at Lin Mo's shocked expression.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked over the courtyard wall at the distant outline of the capital.

"The gods would never allow such a thing."

His voice was faint, as if he were stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"In their eyes, heroes can be summoned, but they must never bring the power of this world to your world."

He paused, then looked away and turned to Lin Mo.

"But fortunately, there are no gods in your world."

Lin Mo frowned.

He stared at the archbishop, trying to find any trace of a lie in that aged face.

but no.

Those cloudy gray eyes held only calmness, and even a hint of sincerity.

Why did you want to grant that person's wish? What did they wish for?

Lin Mo pressed for an answer.

The archbishop lowered his head, looking at the teacup in his hand.

"That person was a descendant of a hero, and his wish was very simple: wealth, wealth that would never run out."

Lin Mo fell silent.

After a long while, he raised his head and looked at the archbishop again.

His eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, and his voice turned cold.

"Why are you telling me this? You've been keeping this from me for a long time. And if I'm not mistaken, you're plotting against me with the Second Prince right now."

The archbishop did not deny it.

"I am the archbishop, and I want to do everything I can to help some people."

Lin Mo did not speak.

"I have no say in the matter between the Second Prince and you."

The archbishop continued, his voice flat.

"That's a power struggle for imperial authority, it's about the future of the empire. I'm just an old man, I don't have the ability to change anything."

He raised his head and looked directly into Lin Mo's eyes.

"But I still want to do my best to help with your and your mother's situation."

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

"How do you plan to help me?"

The archbishop remained silent for a moment.

He reached into his robes, fumbled around for a moment, and pulled out something.

It was a yellowed piece of paper.

The edges were already somewhat damaged, and dark old stains were visible at the folds.

He placed the note on the stone table and pushed it in front of Lin Mo.

The note had a string of numbers written on it.

Lin Mo was all too familiar with the 11-digit number.

That was a phone number.

"This is what that person gave me. He said I could contact him using this string of numbers."

He paused.

"When the time comes, just tell him that Lothar introduced you. He will definitely help you."

Lin Mo picked up the yellowed note.

The paper was thin and brittle, as if it would break at the slightest pressure.

But the string of numbers was clearly printed on it, each stroke looking as if it had been engraved.

He carefully folded the note.

It was placed together with the two compasses and my mother's medical report.

Then he looked up at the archbishop, the doubt in his eyes still not completely gone.

"And then? Nothing else?"

The archbishop remained silent for a few seconds.

A complex emotion suddenly flashed in those gray eyes.

He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"There's one more thing I want you to tell that person... Zhou Yue is doing... very well now."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Yue.

He had heard of that name before.

The hunter axe mentioned it.

The second prince also mentioned it.

That brave man from thirty years ago.

The former captain of the Hunter Axe team.

It seems to be someone the owner of that phone number knows.

If someone with inexhaustible wealth helps out, then my parents won't have to worry about money anymore, and I can feel a little more at ease.

At this moment, the archbishop picked up the now-cold teacup again and took a small sip.

Then he stood up and went to the chicken coop to feed the chickens.

Seeing this, Lin Mo stood up and hung the black sword back on his waist.

"I'm gone."

The archbishop did not rise to see him off.

He simply nodded and watched Lin Mo leave.

He only spoke softly after Lin Mo had completely left the courtyard.

"Zhou Yue... this is all I can do for you..."

……

Another day has passed.

Lin Mo hardly went out that day.

He was sitting in the room.

Sometimes I gaze out the window, lost in thought.

Sometimes I take out my mother's medical reports and look at them over and over again.

Sometimes I would take out those two compasses and rub them back and forth in my palms.

Yin Xue said that this thing consumes a level 20 or higher Beast King Essence for each teleportation.

He counted the essence he had accumulated three times to make sure it was enough.

At first, Mianmian stayed by his side to keep him company.

Later, feeling really bored, I went out to play with Yin Xue.

Yin Xue recovered very quickly.

Her face was no longer pale, and she had regained her energy.

She transformed into an adult, a tall, fiery red-haired, and stunningly beautiful mature woman.

I took Mianmian, who had turned into a little girl, out for a walk to relax.

Before leaving, she made a point of turning around in front of Lin Mo.

He tossed his long, blood-red hair, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "How do I look? Not bad, right?"

Lin Mo glanced at it and nodded: "Mm."

Yin Xue waited a few seconds and, finding that he didn't react any further, snorted angrily and ran away with Mianmian in her arms.

Lin Mo continued to look out the window.

He thought about it a lot.

I imagine my mother's expression when she saw the bracelet.

I wonder what my father's reaction was when he took the compass.

I think about the phone number written on that yellowed piece of paper.

Night falls, then fades away.

When the sunlight streamed in on the third day, Lin Mo was already standing by the window.

He was wearing a black robe that had been washed but was still somewhat wrinkled.

A black sword hung at his waist.

He had a bracelet, a compass, a medical report, and that phone number tucked into his pocket.

The archbishop said that the space ring would be useless once we returned to that world.

Therefore, these items can only be carried with you at all times.

At this moment, Yin Xue and Mianmian transformed back into their original forms and habitually perched on his shoulder.

"Let's go."

Lin Mo said.

They pushed open the door, walked through the corridor, past the small chapel, and finally stopped in front of the familiar wrought iron gate.

The archbishop was already waiting there.

He was still wearing that gray-brown coarse cloth robe.

Standing in front of a large altar.

The candles on the altar were burning, their flames flickering gently in the morning breeze.

He nodded when he saw Lin Mo come in.

"Stand up there and tell me your wish."

The archbishop stood up and looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo walked to the edge of the altar steps.

He took a deep breath.

Then he turned to look at the archbishop.

"Lothar, is that your name?"

The archbishop paused for a moment, then smiled.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me that. Go on. Time waits for no one."

Lin Mo nodded.

He stepped down the first step.

Yin Xue and Mianmian climbed off his shoulders and stared at him.

Lin Mo followed the instructions and walked to the center of the altar, to a six-pointed star pattern.

The archbishop raised his short staff, the tip pointing towards the sky above the altar.

"Now, tell me your wish."

Lin Mo took a deep breath.

His voice was steady, but his fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the sword.

"I want to go back, back to the world I came from. Back to my parents."

The archbishop raised his short staff.

"Very well, in the name of the gods, I grant your wish!"