I sparked a mythological frenzy in Marvel.

Chapter 121 Mysterious Faith

"Strange, isn't this place nice? I told you you were overthinking it."

Christine held Strange's hand as the group toured the seaside town.

"Christine, you're right, this place is indeed much more peaceful and beautiful than I expected."

Strange shook his head, trying to dispel the unease in his heart. Although he hadn't left as the old man had said, it had still affected him.

However, with the gentle sea breeze carrying a slightly salty scent and the distant cries of seabirds, this is just an ordinary seaside town, except that it has developed quite rapidly recently.

"These statues are really strange. I feel like I've seen them somewhere before."

West stared at a statue on the street, and what he said immediately caught Strange's attention.

He looked at the statue and immediately felt a sense of familiarity, as if it were his own brother.

Moreover, he felt like he had seen this statue somewhere before, but where was it?

"No, these are unique beliefs in remote areas. Most people living by the sea rely on the sea for their livelihood. On the vast ocean, people always need some kind of faith in their hearts."

Otherwise, sooner or later she won't be able to hold on and will have a mental breakdown.

Morales tried to explain the existence of the statues in a relaxed manner, but Strange's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze lingered on the statues for a longer time.

The statue's face, though slightly blurred by the erosion of time, still exudes an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if it were a fragment of an important moment from the depths of his memory.

"Morales, you're right, but this sense of familiarity... it's too strong."

Strange spoke slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

He approached the statue, reached out and gently touched the cold stone surface, as if trying to retrieve lost memories.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist, and Strange snapped back to reality.

Christine gripped Strange's wrist tightly, her eyes filled with concern and confusion.

"Strange, are you alright?"

Strange looked up at Christine, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"I don't know, Christine, but I always felt that there was something hidden behind this statue, so I unconsciously reached out to touch it."

Morales looked around and tentatively suggested, "How about we ask the locals about the origins of these statues? Although they seem a bit strange."

Upon hearing this, West immediately chimed in, "Good idea. Perhaps they know some stories we don't. After all, every town has its own unique legends and secrets."

So the group decided to temporarily halt their tour and instead seek out locals who could answer their questions.

They walked through the bustling market and came to a small, seemingly historic tavern.

The tavern sign swayed gently in the breeze, making a creaking sound, as if whispering stories of the past.

Pushing open the door, a mixture of the aromas of beer and barbecue wafted out, and the pub was bustling with noise.

They found a seat by the window, and soon an elderly waiter with a wrinkled face but a friendly smile came over and asked what they needed.

Strange politely inquired about the street statue, and the old waiter's expression immediately changed.

"I'm sorry, we don't like to explain our beliefs to outsiders. If you insist on asking me about the statue, then I can only politely ask you and your companion to leave."

The old waiter's words carried an undeniable firmness, instantly making the atmosphere subtle and tense.

The other customers in the tavern seemed to notice the strange occurrence and cast curious glances, but then went back to their conversations, as if they were used to the scene.

Strange could even hear a few unfriendly voices.

"Another group of curious outsiders. Don't they know how to tone it down?"

"They must be seeing us get rich and want to find out the secrets to wealth from us. Bah! These greedy bastards should all be thrown into the sea!"

"A bunch of despicable outsiders! In my opinion, the high priest should expel all of them!"

Faced with such hostility and rejection, Strange and his companions looked at each other in bewilderment.

"We meant no harm; we were simply curious about these statues and wanted to learn the stories behind them. If we have broken any rules, please forgive us."

Christine spoke earnestly to the old waiter, glancing around to try and quell the unfriendly stares.

The old waiter's expression softened slightly, but he remained cautious.

"I understand your curiosity, but there are some things that are not easily mentioned here. Please order your food, or you can leave."

Strange and Christine exchanged a helpless look and could only casually order a few dishes.

Instead of getting any information, we might even be kicked out. It's better to eat first.

"Strange, it looks like we're not going to get any more information out of him."

West was somewhat melancholy. Although he didn't care as much about the origin of the statue as Strange, he was just as curious. Like Strange, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

"That's not necessarily true."

Morales shook his head slightly, a hint of smugness on his face.

"I heard it very clearly just now. They mentioned faith when talking about those statues. Since there is faith, there must be churches. If we go and investigate the churches, we should be able to get the information easily."

Morales' suggestion was like a flash of inspiration, instantly changing the previously dull atmosphere. However, the worry on Strange's face still did not disappear.

"The church is the center of faith, and perhaps the answers we seek can be found there. It's just that the local residents are showing such strong hostility towards a statue."

"If I went directly to investigate at the church, a sacred site of faith, the townspeople would beat me to death."

Strange really wanted to know the origin of the statue, but that was clearly dangerous.

According to local residents, the place suddenly became rich and attracted many outsiders.

It's important to know that the United States has never lacked that gold rush spirit.

If there were truly enormous wealth here, the whole of America would have been in an uproar long ago, but there hasn't been any reaction at all.

Either the wealth is a lie, or the aftermath is handled very cleanly.

When no one can bring wealth out of the town, people will naturally think it's a joke.

So, if there is wealth, why doesn't anyone take it with them?

(End of this chapter)