Chapter 64

The comic book will said quietly, "I see, some readers have already made the connection between Christine and Kleist."

Xizel raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and said nothing.

Comic Will: "...Honestly, I really don't understand your script now."

"Let's read the analysis on the forum." The black-haired young man changed the subject lightly, his expression calm.

As expected, a whole episode after the new character appeared, there were suddenly more analysis posts about him on the forum.

There are ways to guess combat power, guess identity, and others to predict subsequent developments.

【Xia Zuo x Christine plot Xiangche/Xia Ting/Xia A Ting O】

...As for this kind of CP in boys' comics, Xizel has become proficient in ignoring it.

He didn't understand how comic readers judged the top and bottom roles, but fortunately, he had no emotions, no hormones, and no romantic potential - no matter if the person he was with was a man or a woman.

He can't even act.

Xizel skipped the posts that were of no use to him and turned to the extension and summary of his own abilities. After finding that they were almost the same as his own settings, he closed the forum.

If readers can summarize his approximate abilities, it means that his ability settings are roughly logical and do not need to be modified.

The "dead" Cézar Crest possessed the talent "Pilgrimage Offering" and the plundering talent "Still Life Manipulation".

When he rebuilt the entire church, he used his ability to manipulate still lifes to reassemble the church according to his own wishes. Although it was spectacular, it was also very laborious.

When the camera's focus came to him, these two abilities could no longer be used at will in order to prevent being exposed. That was why he conceived the vest abilities at the beginning and made some attempts at the identity traits of the agent.

——As expected, as an agent, he can have exclusive divine powers after his bloodline is fully awakened.

In the process of preaching, he can use the faith of believers to perform miracles on behalf of God.

When the gods are asleep, the operation of these beliefs is no longer done by the gods taking over and granting divine power to agents to perform miracles, but the conversion of the divine power transformed by the beliefs is completed directly in the agents' bodies.

Of course, the specific abilities temporarily transformed by faith are all one-time, and the excess will be returned to Caesar, and the shortage will also be replenished by Caesar.

After figuring this out, Xizel smoothly used the unique abilities of the agent's priesthood as the talent of his new vest - although Xia Zuo might find something wrong after the high priest's priesthood is fully awakened in the future, by that time, what he wanted to do would have been done long ago.

The comic book will that watched all this: "..."

He shouldn't be the agent! How on earth did the gods choose their people this time?!

Logically speaking, Comic Will should be a winner with such a partner, but every time it sees the black-haired boy's evil actions, it can't help but sincerely hope that he will fail.

"Your Majesty!"

Christine looked up and saw that Mol had folded his wings from a distance. He then walked up to him with a nervous look on his face. "Your Majesty, we can do this work."

Is this a hint for him to stop working so hard?

"Don't worry, I'm fine." The black-haired prophet said gently, "It's my responsibility to protect them."

Moore nodded.

Then she set her sights on Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo: "..."

However, in front of Christine, Moer didn't say anything. After the black-haired prophet disappeared from her sight, she asked, "What happened?"

Xia Zuo scratched his head. "A gifted person wanted to kill an ordinary person, and Christine suddenly appeared to protect him. Also, on the way back, another accident happened."

When the blonde girl heard this, a hint of sadness involuntarily appeared on her face.

"Are you taking the blame for someone else again... Your Majesty?"

She was truly afraid that one day His Majesty's human body would be damaged beyond repair, and then he would return to the unreachable heavens, leaving her unable to see her God again, just as desperate as she was before she met His Majesty.

but……

She looked at Xia Zuo and quickly returned to her normal self: "How many gifted people from the dense forest have arrived?"

"Three." Xia Zuo answered affirmatively, "They are all quite strong. They probably won't act rashly for a while now."

"Act rashly?" Moore sneered, "James will be back tomorrow. I'm going to take his life while he's sick."

Xia Zuo: "..."

He retreated slightly, imperceptibly.

As expected, each of the gifted holders in the church was much more brutal than him.

Perhaps only when facing Christine and fellow believers did they reveal their gentle and holy side. The rest of the time, they were filled with murderous intent.

Well, the basic qualities of people in the wilderness.

"Mr. Freeman, could you please go and check on His Majesty for us?" Moore thought of Christine and became worried again: "We can't be without him here."

But they could not overstep their bounds, so they could only trouble Xia Zuo because he seemed to have a good relationship with His Majesty. Although they were jealous, they were still willing to use this relationship to ensure His Majesty's safety.

"Of course." Xia Zuo nodded, smiled, and said sincerely: "I think he will understand your feelings. You are all very good people."

But...the relationship between Christine and him might not be as good as Moer thought.

He felt that Christine's attitude towards everyone was the same, but he was not one of her... believers, so when facing him, there was no sense of distance brought by the strong respect. That was why in the eyes of others, he had a good relationship with Christine.

Xia Zuo still went upstairs.

...? Why is there no door here?

So how does Kristen usually get in?

Xia Zuo was shocked.

The next moment, the snow-white wall in front of him automatically split apart, forming the shape of a door, revealing the black-haired prophet behind who seemed to have anticipated his arrival.

"How amazing!" Xia Zuo looked at the scene curiously: "Is this some kind of mechanism?"

He hasn't thought about talent yet.

No, it's "still life manipulation".

However, Xizel obviously would not say this in front of Xia Zuo. He did not answer the brown-haired boy's question, but turned around and said: "Come in."

Xia Zuo followed in obediently.

The room where the black-haired prophet lived was not large, with three French windows facing different directions, a common shape in churches. Xia Zuo could almost imagine the black-haired prophet, wearing a platinum priestly robe, standing here and looking down calmly.

There was no bed, but there were exquisite wooden bookshelves stretching along the wall, on which were placed many books, new and old. Most of them looked a little damaged, but they were neatly put away without any disgust.

"There are books in the wilderness, too." Perhaps because Xia Zuo's gaze lingered for too long, the black-haired prophet's voice echoed in his mind: "There are always some book lovers who can't put down their books no matter where they are. Isn't that right?"

Although they have tried their best to protect them, these books certainly cannot be preserved properly when even they are busy taking care of themselves.

After the black-haired prophet took the books, he carefully cared for them and then put them on his own bookshelf.

For some reason, Xia Zuo was silent for a moment, then he smiled, not quite at ease, and said softly, "It seems that everyone I know likes reading."

The black-haired prophet seemed to glance at him and said, "This is a good habit."

Xia Zuo changed the subject: "Kristen... don't you sleep?"

"There don't seem to be any beds here."

The black-haired prophet did not answer immediately, but came to the window.

Just as Xia Zuo imagined, he looked into the bustling crowd in the distance. Even though his eyes were blocked, people could feel the gentleness and compassion in his eyes through his aura.

"I can hear their cries and prayers, Freeman."

He placed his hand on the glass, and the voice that reached Xia Zuo's brain was gentle and ethereal:

"I can't sleep."

“…”Can’t fall asleep?

Xia Zuo pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment.

Yes, if he were in Christine's position, listening to people's suffering day and night, whether he opened his eyes or closed them, his ears would be filled with shrill and desperate wails...

How could he sleep peacefully with all this pain?

Unable to see or speak, he can only rely on other methods to replace vision and language. Perhaps this is the limitation and punishment given to him by the gods, the price he pays for prying into the secrets of heaven. But he cannot plug his ears and cannot abandon these ordinary people who are in purgatory on earth.

Can such a person really not be called a god?

Xia Zuo suddenly understood why those people believed in him so fanatically.

When God came to the world, he should have been pure and innocent, but he was willing to be burdened with all kinds of sins.

"...Ordinary people in the wasteland have the most miserable lives," Xia Zuo realized something, "that's why you came to the wasteland in the first place."

"Who are you, Christine?" The brown-haired boy looked at him in confusion, his eyes blank. "Ability like this...if it falls into the hands of someone with bad intentions, the consequences will be completely different."

That person will be more powerful, but will not really consider ordinary people at all.

Christine's brilliance does not lie in his ability, but in the fact that he is a good person.

The black-haired prophet tilted his head and seemed to smile.

"It's a secret, Freeman. Where you come from and where you're going are sometimes not that important."

Xia Zuo nodded in agreement, exhaled, and smiled: "Well, you are right."

Why should we be so depressed and full of worries?

He is a young man and he has the opportunity to enjoy his journey. As long as he is heading in the right direction, why should he care and worry so much?

When Caesar first appeared, didn't he ask about his life experience?

"Are you feeling better now?" The brown-haired boy seemed to have regained some energy. As he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered why he had come to see Christine. "Although listening is passive, we all hope that you can get some rest."

"Of course I'll be fine," the black-haired prophet said with a smile. "But Mo'er should already be preparing for a counterattack. This child has shown a distinct personality after his physical defects were repaired."

He turned around and took out a few blueprints from the bookshelf. "Please give these to Mol."

Xia Zuo agreed readily.

The Comic Will was silent for a moment. "...Isn't this the blueprint you gave to Ben in the Eastwood Insane Prison? How do you still have it?"

...And, when Xia Zuo enters Eastwood, will he really not feel strange?