Chapter 193: Martyrdom for Him
"I have confirmed the location of St. Fagus Island."
The heavily made-up woman leaned against the wall and spoke to the woman who had just come out of the study.
The tall, muscular young woman looked faintly pale. She added, "I found the person for you, too."
"Well, you did a good job." The young woman, who was two heads taller than the woman with heavy makeup, nodded.
The woman glanced at her face, a flash of worry in her eyes: "Are you okay with it being just the two of us?"
The young woman answered irrelevantly: "You will help me, right?"
What are they helping with? They know it well.
The young woman chuckled. "Get ready to go, Helena."
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The wind on St. Fagus Island was as strong as usual, and the ends of Vifia's hair were blown to the other side of the wind.
"Fine."
Vifiya turned her head, and Salis took a few steps forward, squatted beside her, and placed her hand on the suitable long sword that she had found specifically for her, with light emerging between her palms.
Vifiya did not stop her from enchanting the sword.
Salis whispered, "Be careful."
The girl nodded and turned and walked forward without hesitation.
She didn't have any other instructions for Salis, after all, Salis would do a good job.
She didn't need a map on the necklace; she had an impression of the roads she had traveled.
Returning to the cabin she had visited once before, she knocked on the door, but there was no response.
She didn't give up and knocked several more times, but no sound came from inside.
After thinking for a moment, she decisively opened the door. Light slipped into the dark room through the crack in the door. A man was lying on the ground with his long hair spread out.
Vifiya lowered her eyes and saw that the man did not move. She walked into the house and closed the door.
The cabin fell into darkness again, and she walked up.
The man on the ground finally moved his hollow eyes. After more than a week of not seeing him, he looked even older.
The old priest looked towards the small window and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you see that? It's happening again."
Vifiya followed his gaze and saw the sky outside the small window was blue, with the clouds blown away by the wind, leaving not a single cloud in sight.
"Haha...haha..." The old priest suddenly laughed, "It's almost there, almost there."
"What's coming soon?" asked Vifiya.
The old priest stared out the small window. The sky was divided into countless irregular shapes, and the stars twinkled during the day.
His voice was calm: "The day St. Fagus Island was abandoned."
"when?"
The old priest did not answer immediately. He turned away his eyes and closed them. His voice was flat, but Vifia could sense sadness in it for no reason: "Maybe today, maybe tomorrow."
The visions have been intermittent for almost five days.
Vifiya's eyelids twitched, and before she could say anything, the old priest took the initiative to ask, "What did you come back to ask?"
He seemed to be talking to himself again: "Everything here has nothing to do with you, does it?"
Vifia fell silent. She returned to Saint Fagus Island to pay Isidore's price and to inquire about the giant screen.
But now, she was hesitant.
"How will God abandon me?" she asked.
The old priest laughed foolishly, his chest heaving, his voice rising higher and higher: "Abandonment, of course, means destruction."
Vifiya's fingertips trembled.
"Of course it's destruction!" He turned his head and stared at the girl. "Didn't I tell you? No one can be saved, you, me, them, anyone."
Vifiya's eyes were calm. The more serious the situation was, the calmer she had to be and the more she had to think.
"Think." The old priest said in a low voice, "Think..."
He supported himself with his hands and sat up, his long hair hanging down beside his cheeks, casting a shadow, making it impossible for Vifia to see his expression.
He asked, "Do you want to save them?"
Vifiya did not answer.
On St. Fagus Island there are Nerys, Faye, Fatty, Eddie, and Mrs. Maggie and Clover who helped her.
She didn't know about others, but Nerys really regarded Sansonta as her home.
Many children in Sansongta have actually regarded this place as their hometown.
In order to leave, she had observed very carefully before.
"Didn't you say that no one could be saved?" Vifiya looked at him with scrutiny.
"Yes, no one was saved." The old priest murmured softly, "The destruction of Saint Fagus Island took away life, magic, and everything, until it was as if Saint Fagus Island had never existed."
He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking directly at Vifiya, and he laughed mockingly: "This is abandonment."
Complete annihilation is God’s abandonment.
Vifia didn't think about why the old priest knew so much, because there was no need.
She did not doubt the truthfulness of the old priest's words at that time, as he had paid the price.
St. Fagus Island is one of the most important keyholes of the giant screen, and now, abandoned by God, it is completely destroyed.
Once St. Fagus Island is destroyed, the giant screen may never be opened in the future.
It seems that she needs to add one more purpose.
For the future.
She must do her best to clear away anything that might stand in her way.
"Bang!" A loud noise resounded throughout the entire St. Fagus Island, and Vifia suddenly looked towards the small window.
Her pupils widened and she quickly turned around and opened the door.
The sky was broken into countless irregular shapes, with the outline of the sun hanging clearly above it. On both sides of the sun were two green moons, and the stars twinkled violently in the daytime.
A star fell, like a meteor, drawing an arc with a tail.
Unfortunately, it’s not beautiful.
"Bang!"
In the distance, huge smoke and dust billowed up into the sky visibly, and human voices were noisy and intermittent.
Vifiya turned around and saw the old priest with a calm face. He smiled slightly and said, "Look, it has begun."
She suppressed the noise in her heart, walked up to him, and said firmly: "You know what to do."
The old priest looked at the girl in front of him who didn't seem panicked at all, and felt mixed emotions. In the end, he still had to trouble her.
People who don't belong to this world, but you need to fight for them.
How ironic, God, is this what you wanted to see? Was this all according to your plan?
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise accompanied by a sharp crackling sound. Vifiya covered her ears and the ground suddenly shook. She stood firm and looked back. All the trees not far away were broken in half.
The old priest raised his eyes, and when the noise gradually died down and Vifia could hear clearly, he said: "The foundation of St. Fagus Island is under the bell tower."
The dark pupils and cloudy eyeballs met each other's eyes.
"Inside, there is a trace of world rules."
Vifiya's eyelids twitched.
Outside the cabin, stars fell, the sound echoing one after another. The old priest seemed unhurried and continued slowly, "The way to prevent the destruction of St. Fagus Island is simple: change the rules of the world."
Vifiya hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you think I can do it?"
Even though she still thinks she is just an ordinary human being today, the world has placed too much on her, and she has to raise her own value.
"Well." The old priest's eyes softened as he looked at the girl. "You are the world's dust monument. You can do it."
Wrinkles had already appeared on his face, and every year he could see that they were becoming more and more numerous.
"To unlock the root, you need two keys." The old priest's hands hung at his side without exerting any force.
"On the seventh floor of Samson Tower, there is something sealed by magic. Inside is one of the keys to the clock tower."
Weifeiya waited for a while, but he didn't speak, so she could only ask, "Where's the other one?"
The old priest lowered his head, as if he was thinking, or perhaps organizing the answer he had prepared for a long time. His voice was vicissitudes of life: "The key to the giant screen can open it."
Vifiya's surprise flashed across her face. Coincidentally, she came back to ask the old priest about the key.
She suppressed her slightly accelerated heartbeat, perhaps from excitement, perhaps from nervousness.
"Where are the keys?" The girl's voice was a little urgent.
The old priest did not answer immediately. He took a deep breath and looked out the small window.
Apart from the shattered sky and the falling stars, St. Fagus Island was no different from before. There was the salty sea breeze, the dry air, and the birds that occasionally flew over the island...
The old priest's cloudy eyes gradually brightened. He gazed out at the island of St. Fagus, which he could not see in its entirety, through the small window pane. He sighed deeply, "What a beautiful day today."
Vifiya didn't look outside. The old priest grinned. The old man who seemed to have no energy just now said excitedly: "It's a good day to die."
He smiled very happily, pointed his finger at his chest, and said to the girl who was waiting quietly, "Dig out my heart."
It took only a moment for Vifiya to understand what he meant by the incoherent words.
He knew she would understand.
"Why do you know so much?" It was inevitable that Vifiya would have doubts, and she still asked. Is it really possible for a human being to know so much?
He looked completely understanding, as if he had known she would ask, "I am a human being chosen by God."
Thinking of this, he seemed to have returned to the happy times before, when he had not yet been abandoned by God.
He stood up, carefully brushed off the dust on his body, tied up his hair, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and sat upright on the old wooden chair.
He looked pious and his hand slid across his eyes.
I will observe the world and be curious about everything.
Tap your left ear with your fingertips.
I will listen to the voices from the world.
Placing his hand on his heart, his pulse was not as strong as when he was young, but it was still proof that he was alive.
I will serve God forever.
This is the Seven Pure Rites, his own answer.
"I understand." Vifiya drew out the dagger from her waist as if sighing. In the dark wooden house, the light of the dagger was no longer cold.
She walked up to the old priest and asked her last question: "What is your name?"
The old priest chuckled like a child. The name was just a code name and was never important.
"I am a servant of God."
His answer stunned Vifia. She couldn't understand why the old priest who was abandoned by God still chose to follow him firmly.
God had forsaken him, hadn't He?
Even though she didn't understand, she didn't ask any more questions.
The dagger pierced the flesh, and bright red blood flowed out.
There was no pain on the old priest's face, as if he was not in any pain, and he was always smiling.
He looked up with admiring eyes, and through the dark roof, he seemed to see what he had been pursuing.
He seeks wisdom, he is curious about everything, he listens to the voice of the world, no matter who it is, or even a blade of grass.
He needs to think, he needs to be rational, he needs to be sober.
He was cared for by God and abandoned by God. He set foot on the island of St. Fagus and heard the island wailing.
Why are you wailing?
He needed to think, and thinking was what he was best at, even if he couldn't figure out why God had abandoned him.
He walked across every inch of land on St. Fagus Island and stopped in front of the bell tower in the center of the island.
So that's how it is.
Destined to be abandoned.
That day, it was a long-awaited good day.
The sea breeze was cool and refreshing, without any stuffiness, and the petals of wild flowers blew past his eyes in the wind.
That day was also Samsonta's day out.
The children smiled happily and walked lightly, as if they had never been abandoned and as if they were still in the arms of love.
Abandoned...
Abandoned...
He had nothing left, only his instinct to think.
He thought about it for thirty-six years and finally came up with the only way to save St. Fagus Island.
He found the key, he found the key to the giant screen.
He found the spine of the eroding beast left on St. Fagus Island in the western continent.
He found the magician who was looking for the spine of the Erosion Beast.
They made a deal.
Each of them had half of the main spine. He didn't want to know what the wine-red-haired magician wanted it for. He just needed to think for himself.
The keyhole is important, but the key is equally important.
A key is easier to destroy than a keyhole.
The key is not the heart.
The old priest smiled with satisfaction, his body growing colder and colder, and the quicksand of life was dissipating.
He was filled with joy and delight, and his heart was leaving him.
He wants the world to see his happiness, he wants the world to hear his thoughts, and he wants the world to see his answers.
The warmth of the blood was his body's last attempt to keep his heart.
He never regretted it; he chose the happiest ending for his life.
The topic he has been thinking about for half his life will finally be verified today!
What he pursued throughout his life was not God, but wisdom.
What he believed in was always the wisdom of God.
He is a human being walking on the path of wisdom, and he is a human being who covets the wisdom of God.
He will solve problems, he will believe in God, and he will question God.
The heart is the proof of human life, the root of human lifeline, and it will become the foundation.
He is the servant of wisdom, he is the servant of God.
God loves man. If God does not love man, His servants will love man for Him.
The old priest closed his eyes in the darkness and saw the stars twinkling in his eyes.
He is indeed the stupidest human being.
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