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Chapter 119 Travel

"Father, how much money do I need to donate to avert this disaster?"

Strange, already suffering from mental exhaustion, was startled when he heard the priest who served the Son of God say this. He immediately offered to donate to the church to avoid the calamity.

Upon hearing this, the priest frowned slightly, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in his eyes.

He shook his head gently but firmly, his voice full of compassion and instruction: "Mr. Strange, you may have misunderstood me."

In God's eyes, a person's wealth and status do not determine their fate, much less serve as a means to avoid disaster. What we believe in is God's mercy and justice, and the purity and kindness of the heart.

"I understand your worries and fears. But please remember that true faith is not about exchanging money for peace or avoiding disaster, but about gaining it through inner piety, perseverance in doing good, and a positive attitude towards life."

The priest explained patiently, his eyes filled with care and guidance for Strange.

As Strange listened to the priest's words, a warm feeling welled up in his heart, but he also felt a pang of shame.

"If you insist on funding the construction of the church, then there's nothing I can do. I believe the Holy Son will understand your piety."

Well, all that emotion for nothing.

Strange's initial excitement instantly subsided, and he felt as if his devout heart had been fed to a dog.

However, despite the situation, the problem still needed to be solved by the priest. Strange briefly and quickly explained his problem.

"Father, why did you say that my forehead is dark and that a great calamity is about to befall me?"

"Nature is God's guidance!"

The priest suddenly kissed the cross and then began to pray devoutly.

Strange didn't know what was going on, but judging from his devout appearance and what kind of place this was, he still felt that this was probably not a place to scam money.

"Father, how should I get through this disaster?"

The priest's prayers gradually subsided, and he opened his eyes, his gaze shining with a deep and peaceful light, as if he had communicated with God in some way.

"Mr. Strange, regarding the great calamity you asked about, I must say that I am merely a mortal, and there is no way I can help you avert it."

Strange's face immediately darkened. "There's nothing I can do about it, you're making it sound so impressive."

Just as he was about to start cursing, the priest spoke again.

"Although I have no good solution, the Holy Son does, and his protection will help you avoid great calamity."

As the priest spoke, he took down the crucifix he had just finished praying from.

He gently handed the crucifix to Strange, which seemed to shimmer with a holy light in the dim candlelight, carrying a warm and reassuring power.

The priest's voice was gentle yet firm: "Mr. Strange, this cross has witnessed the prayers and faith of countless believers, and it carries the love and protection of the Son."

When you feel lost or afraid, hold onto it and feel the power from heaven. It will guide you forward and give you courage and hope.

Strange took the cross and felt a strange warmth spread from his palms to his whole body, which seemed to lessen his anxiety and unease.

"Thank you, Father. I will remember your teachings and put my faith into practice. No matter what the future holds, I will face it bravely."

"Yes, I'm glad you understand."

The priest didn't say much, but his gaze always seemed to be fixed in one direction. Strange followed his gaze and was immediately struck by the large sign for the donation area.

I don't know which genius came up with this idea, but it's so pragmatic and doesn't hide anything at all.

Although the priest didn't say anything, how could Strange, after receiving help from others, have the nerve to leave without donating some money?

You should have just left!

Strange, who was awakened by a nightmare again the next day, cursed loudly, saying that the priest was too unreliable and didn't even have a one-day validity period.

The person received the blessing that day, but continued to have nightmares that night without interruption.

Especially since Christine was on the night shift and not by his side, Strange's fear intensified.

"That bastard priest shouldn't have donated that money in the first place. What a load of rubbish! Would it kill him to eat another hamburger?"

Strange cursed angrily, his heart filled with resentment.

But what can we do now that things have come to this? Let's go find Christine.

Upon entering the living room, he discovered that Christine had brought two of her former colleagues to his home.

"West, Morales, what brings you two here?"

Strange had planned to visit Christine at the hospital, but unexpectedly, two of his former colleagues showed up instead.

The man is Nick Dims West, an excellent surgeon who also idolizes himself.

The woman is Allison Morales. Strange doesn't have much of a relationship with her; she's probably a friend of Christine's.

"Strange, everyone heard you've been having nightmares lately and they're all worried about what's wrong, so they came with me to visit you."

Upon hearing this, Strange's anger subsided slightly, replaced by a warm feeling.

"Thank you, Christine, and West, Morales. I'm fine, just a bit stressed lately."

Strange forced a smile, trying to make his tone sound as relaxed as possible.

"Dr. Strange, are you really alright?"

West walked over with concern and patted Strange on the shoulder.

"I'm no longer a doctor."

Strange's expression turned somewhat somber, and West quickly changed the subject.

"Strange, actually, your colleagues at the hospital heard that you've been having a lot of nightmares lately, and they think you're under a lot of stress. We still have some vacation time, so how about we go out for a walk and relax?"

"Shall we go for a walk...?"

Strange muttered to himself, the scenes from his dream flashing through his mind, and then he thought of the cross given to him by that useless priest, and suddenly a fire ignited in his heart.

Yes, Strange.

Christine gently interjected.

"Sometimes, a change of environment or a change of mood can make everything different. Let's go together, just to give ourselves a break."

Strange looked at his friends, a complex mix of emotions surging within him.

"Okay, let's go for a walk together then. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?"

Upon seeing this, Christine smiled gently.

"I heard there's a small seaside town called Gro, with a refreshing environment and beautiful scenery. Shall we go check it out?"

(End of this chapter)