Chapter 37 Varela Calendar Changes
"I remember that Varela Calendar 158 lasted almost an old calendar year."
Gao Yuan's voice came from the side: "This Varela Calendar 159 ended too quickly..."
"Old Gao, let's not talk about the Varela Calendar problem for now. I found a more serious problem."
Chen Fan raised his hand and put it on Gao Yuan's shoulder with a sense of disobedience, with a serious attitude.
"If this continues..."
"Our goddess may have a tendency to talk too much!"
Yi: [? ]
Gao Yuan: ? ? ?
Just imagine.
As time goes by, one old calendar day equals one Varela year, and then it will develop into a few minutes or even seconds equals one Varela year.
At the same time, the change of each Varela year requires the goddess's oracle.
Then...
how talkative must this goddess be to be able to issue oracles continuously!
[This machine thinks there is something wrong with your brain circuit. ]
Yi made a complaint in its exclusive VIP spray position.
As for Gao Yuan…
He was still frowning as he pondered the meaning behind Chen Fan’s words.
Goddess, chatterbox?
These two words that had nothing to do with each other in his eight lifetimes directly made Gao Yuan’s brain burn.
“Ahem!”
Chen Fan, who was afraid that the intelligence baby would get stuck in a dead end, interrupted Gao Yuan’s thinking: “In short, the time of each year in the Varela calendar is getting shorter and shorter, right?”
Seeing Gao Yuan nod, Chen Fan asked again:
“Why is it like this?”
Gao Yuan came back to his senses from his contemplation and glanced at Chen Fan with a strange look.
“What’s so strange about this.”
“Because the goddess said to change the year!”
Chen Fan: “…”
Damn, I always felt that Gao Yuan’s eyes just now were like looking at a fool.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this for now."
Seeing that the intelligence baby had no useful information in his mind, Chen Fan hurriedly changed the subject: "Remember that Isa just now?"
"Why is the change of the Varela calendar so... grand?"
"Isn't this the calendar used only within the church?"
"Huh?" Gao Yuan was stunned, "Isn't there any content about this in the library?"
Before Chen Fan asked, Yi took the initiative to clarify:
[No, absolutely not.]
[Even the specific change time of the Varela calendar is not recorded too much.]
After confirming again and again, Chen Fan nodded to Gao Yuan with certainty: "Indeed, there is no."
"That's strange..."
Gao Yuan raised his hand and scratched his head: "This matter is not a secret."
"Don't talk about the church, you can know the reason even if you grab a passerby."
In Chen Fan's confused eyes, Gao Yuan said something that shocked him:
"On the day when the Varela calendar changes, the goddess will come to the world from the kingdom of God."
This short sentence brought tons of shock to Chen Fan.
Before Chen Fan could come to his senses, Gao Yuan's voice continued to sound:
"At that time, all the believers in Varela City will go to the God's Descent Land to participate in the God's Descent Ceremony."
"As God's Chosen, we must stand in front of everyone and follow the Archbishop to pray to the Goddess."
...
Side Hall of the East Cathedral.
"Priest Isa."
A hoarse, mechanical voice came from the front, interrupting Isa's thoughts: "What are you thinking about?"
Looking at the pair of red-glowing mechanical eyes under the black hood, Isa, who had just come to her senses, changed her face slightly and apologized subconsciously.
"Sir Quinton, I'm sorry..."
"Hmph."
Quinton, who was wearing a black priest robe, snorted coldly, then stretched out his mechanical hand to adjust the black robe on his body, making sure there was not a single wrinkle on it: "The archbishop is coming soon, Priest Isa should be more serious."
"Be careful not to be caught."
"Not everyone is as easy to talk to as the Chosen One."
Listening to the hints of her meaning in the words, Isa felt a little cold sweat seeping out of her back.
Sweating profusely is the norm.
Watching Quinton turn around, Isa calmed down and cast her eyes on the metal door of the side hall.
I have to pay attention!
Isa was secretly alert in her heart.
The change of the year of the Varela calendar is a big event. Except for the Pope, all clergy will be busy for this.
By the way, what does the Pope look like...
In such a long time as a clergyman, she has never seen the shadow of the Pope.
I heard that the Pope has been living in the North Cathedral. It would be nice if I had a chance to go and see him...
"Sir Isa."
A familiar voice came from behind again: "Quinton is a priest like you. You don't need to be so afraid of him."
Isa suddenly came back to her senses.
She trembled slightly, and her pretty face under the black robe hood was a little distorted:
she was distracted again! !
She just said that she should concentrate, but she was distracted in the blink of an eye!
"Sir Isa?"
Seeing Isa stunned in place, the voice behind her sounded again.
Isa turned around slowly, and after recognizing the other party's identity, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Deacon Carlisle?"
She raised her head slightly and looked up at the tall and thin deacon in a white robe.
Isa was silent for a moment, tightened her little face, and tried her best to show calmness and composure:
"...What did you say just now?"
Carlisle laughed dumbly.
Looking at the black-robed priest in front of him, who was below average in height, he smiled and shook his head: "Sir Isa, your old problem has not improved at all."
Isa fell into silence.
The wide black hood covered all the rich facial expressions of Isa.
"Sir Isa, don't forget that you are already a priest." Carlisle repeated again in a low voice, "You don't have to be so afraid of Quinton."
"Remember the method I taught you before?"
Isa was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly under Carlisle's gaze, and the wide black hood also moved up and down.
"... Deacon Carlisle, you are right."
"Yes, that's it." Carlisle nodded with relief, "Just agree with it a little, so that others won't find that you are distracted."
"... Deacon Carlisle, you are right."
Carlisle: "..."
Just as Carlisle was about to say something else, a steady and powerful footsteps came from outside the open door of the side hall.
"The Archbishop is here."
Carlisle lowered his voice and reminded Isa: "Your Excellency Isa! Priest Isa!!"
"..."
The footsteps outside the door gradually approached. Under Carlisle's anxious gaze, Isa slowly turned around and cast her eyes towards the side hall door like other chosen ones.
Just as Carlisle breathed a sigh of relief, a faint voice came from under the black hood in front of him.
"... Deacon Carlisle, you are right."
As soon as the voice fell.
A figure in a crimson robe appeared at the side hall door.
Dozens of bishops in purple robes followed closely behind the crimson figure.
(End of this chapter)
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