Chapter 042 Small Eyes

When Garcia woke up again, it was already night.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open for a long time, but still couldn't forget the last scene in his memory, a scene that could be described as mentally polluting.

Until a gentle voice beside him reminded him, "Your Majesty, are you alright? It's past dinner time, and the kitchen left some snacks for you. Would you like some now?"

Garcia wiped his face and said breathlessly, "Use... not round ones. Anything that looks round, spherical, or bird-related shouldn't be on my menu lately."

The attendant beside him didn't know why, but he still wrote it down carefully.

Soon, several priests came with carts, bringing many exquisitely shaped snacks - these were what they called "leaving some snacks behind."

Garcia curled his lips secretly. He had never been so extravagant and dissolute in his life.

But it doesn't prevent him from enjoying it from now on.

The food in this world is not that delicious. Although the presentation and shape are beautiful, it cannot hide the fact that the seasoning is actually very simple.

Garcia simply ate a little to fill his stomach and then stopped eating.

His previous modeling instincts were still there, and he subconsciously controlled himself not to eat too much.

After replenishing his energy, Garcia sat in a soft chair that looked very comfortable and was indeed very comfortable to sit on. With a noble and gentle look, he began to inquire about information.

He asked the servant who was obviously sent to serve him: "Where is this place? Who sent me here?"

"It's the Bishop," the attendant replied. "Because you've been silent in your office for a long time, the Bishop received a message from the High Priest confirming that you are the next Holy Son. Worried about you, he brought someone to check on you, and they found you collapsed on the ground."

Received a message from the high priest? Garcia frowned. Could it be that the big eyeball he saw yesterday was not the high priest?

He calmly probed, "What kind of person is the high priest?" He lowered his head, revealing the white skin on the back of his neck, his shyness and helplessness fully displayed. "Is he easy to get along with? I'm new here and I'm not quite acclimated yet. Also, how should I address you?"

The attendant was only in his early forties. He had been in charge of logistical affairs in the Vatican for many years and was very efficient in his work.

Because of this precious Son of God who had appeared only after fifty years, the bishop sent him to take close care of him, so that the young Son of God would not feel uncomfortable in the Vatican.

"Just call me Daming."

The attendant named Daming poured Garcia another cup of soothing tea, took out a new blanket from the closet, covered Garcia's knees, and then began to speak:

"The High Priest is a very gentle and knowledgeable man. I guarantee that no matter how many rumors you may have heard about him before entering the Vatican, when you meet him in person, you will find him even more powerful and great than you imagined."

Garcia picked up the warm tea and took a sip.

His attention was actually entirely focused on Daming's words, his mind rapidly analyzing the information.

According to Daming, this body's original owner was visiting the Vatican for the first time and had yet to meet the high priest, who appeared to be the highest authority in the church. Furthermore, the implicit and implicit messages he conveyed, along with everything he had seen and experienced, indicated that this world was one of magic and otherworldly creatures.

Especially those big blinking eyes...

Thinking of this, Garcia felt a chill again. He forced the image of the maximum san value out of his mind and listened carefully to the "beginner's tutorial" provided by Daming.

"That black-haired child before you was somewhat special." Daming chuckled softly. "The High Priest personally took him to the Holy Mountain—the backbone of the world. When your divine power reaches sufficient levels, you will go there to listen to the oracle. The two priests in charge of the assessment were unaware of this, so when you entered the High Priest's office, no one was inside."

At this point, Daming looked at Garcia with some concern and asked him, "Your Majesty, are you really not feeling unwell?"

Garcia shook his head. "No, maybe I'm not used to the smell of incense, so I feel dizzy."

Garcia remembered that there were fragrant incense burning everywhere in the church.

But if the High Priest was truly unrivaled, as Daming had said, then that strange, large-eyed figure shouldn't be in his office. And since the figure spoke so politely, Garcia concluded that he must be someone special.

Perhaps it was some kind of existence he wasn't supposed to know about? This was a magical world, after all.

Garcia was a man of many thoughts. He immediately made a judgment and decided to conceal the fact that he saw the big eyeballs and fainted from shock, and simply attributed the reason to the incense sticks that were everywhere.

"Then tomorrow, I'll instruct the priest in charge of gardening to replace the outdoor incense with a type you're not allergic to." As he spoke, Damien pulled out a palm-sized notebook from his sleeve and carefully wrote down Garcia's allergy to incense.

His meticulousness makes him look very much like Garcia's former agent.

While feeling relieved, Garcia also had a better impression of his future personal attendant named Damien.

Garcia gave him a sweet smile and asked him, "As the Son of God, what do I need to do?"

"You don't need to do anything. In fact, your existence is already of great significance to the entire Wenke Empire."

"I think you may have heard that before you, the Wenk Empire had not had a Holy Son for nearly fifty years."

"Being chosen as the Holy Son speaks volumes about your talent." Daming, as if sensing Garcia's lack of confidence, patiently reassured him, "All the Holy Sons before you possessed powerful divine powers, some even capable of sensing God. I imagine you'll be the same."

"When the high priest returns from the Holy Mountain, he will personally teach you magic."

"Besides, you just need to be a proper clergyman - daily prayer is all you have to do."

It sounds simple.

He is well taken care of, only needs to do some simple work, and has a teacher who is knowledgeable and wise enough to guide him.

These are exactly what Garcia wants.

He wanted a comfortable life and no longer had to rush around for survival.

Just quietly play badly and be a salted fish.

So, he obediently responded to Daming's request to study hard and tried his best to act like a good and well-behaved boy.

This made Daming, a gold medal employee who had worked in the Vatican for more than 20 years, like him even more.

His Majesty the Holy Son is such a cute little boy, Daming thought.

After a conversation, seeing that it was getting late, Damien prepared to pack up the cart and the leftover food to leave Garcia a quiet and comfortable resting space.

"Wait." Garcia called out to him, "I live here? Just me?"

This bedroom is not big and is decorated very luxuriously. The only thing that is a bit strange is that the furnishings in the room are obviously newly put together. Although they are valuable, they are not a complete set.

This means that this bedroom may not be a regular living place.

"I almost forgot. Luckily you reminded me." Daming tapped his forehead lightly in frustration and explained, "This bedroom is the sacred chamber behind the temple. It's never been lived in before."

"Temple? I live in a temple?" Garcia repeated.

Damien confirmed, "Yes. Since the Holy Son hasn't appeared in the Vatican for nearly fifty years, this temple housing the statue of the Archangel has been closed for many years. It was the Bishop who suggested setting up your bedroom in the sacristy behind the temple. This will be convenient for your daily prayers and hearing oracles, while also providing peace and quiet, so you won't be easily disturbed."

Finally, he added, "Don't worry, I live in a dormitory not far away with the other priests. I will always be by your side during the day. At night, if you need me, just use magic to send me a message, and I will rush to your side immediately."

"The Holy Son holds an extraordinary position in the Vatican. If you have any needs, you can instruct the priests below to do it."

"Do you have any other questions?" Daming asked finally.

Garcia shook his head.

He can't just say, I don't know magic yet, right?

Seeing that Garcia no longer had any doubts, Damien respectfully said good night to him and then pushed the cart away.

Garcia was left alone in this makeshift bedroom, staring blankly.

Perhaps because he fainted in the afternoon and slept for a long time, Garcia didn't feel sleepy at all at this moment.

He simply stood up, found a thick cloak in the closet and put it on, planning to walk around the temple to see if there was anything worth noting.

He pushed open the door of the bedroom, and the kerosene lamp in his hand immediately illuminated the corridor at the door with religious paintings.

Walk through the corridor and go out from the side, and you will reach the temple.

Just as Garcia had imagined, the hall was vast, empty, and starkly white. Tall stone pillars stood on either side, and the ceiling windows were adorned with ornate stained glass, engraved with mysterious reliefs. During the day, sunlight filtering through the tall stained glass windows onto the seamless white marble floor would perhaps make the interior even more magnificent.

But it is late at night, and such a huge empty indoor space only makes people feel uneasy.

Garcia hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

This is a temple dedicated to the Archangel, so there can't be any ghosts, right? He consoled himself.

In the very center of the temple stands a statue of a six-winged angel.

It was impossible to tell what material it was made of, but its surface was as smooth as silk, with a faint jade-like luster. The angel's face was extraordinarily handsome, but his eyes were drooping, and his expression was solemn, as if he was quietly examining every mortal who stood before him.

"So handsome." Garcia praised.

He is a face-obsessed person and likes good-looking people. This statue is so lifelike. If it were a real person, Garcia would probably come up to it immediately and ask sweetly, "Do you want a date?"

As he stared at the six-winged angel statue, he didn't know that behind him, there was an eye also staring at him.

A small eyeball that he had seen today at the base of the big eyeball's wing.

It was flapping its little wings and blinking at him.

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