Chapter 39 High-pressure management
Watching Gao Yuan's gradually receding back, Chen Fan felt a little melancholy.
"Ah..."
He sighed softly.
[Don't take these things too seriously. ]
After using various physiological indicators to detect Chen Fan's low mood, Yi comforted Chen Fan:
[This kind of thing is very common in the religious era. ]
[For the sake of the illusory gods, these ignorant intelligent creatures can do anything. ]
"No, I just feel a little sorry."
[Regret? Regret for what? ]
Chen Fan smacked his lips softly: "Tell me, what a good intelligence baby."
"Yi, if he doesn't contact me anymore, where can I go to get intelligence so easily in the future?"
[...]
[You are such a dog! ]
Chen Fan shrugged nonchalantly.
Dog?
If you can live safely in this world, what's wrong with being a little dog?
"Let's talk business first."
Chen Fan looked up to identify the direction, and quickened his pace towards his home:
"What do you think the situation outside the city should be now?"
"And..."
Chen Fan paused: "Why does Gao Yuan react so strongly when I mention the outside of the city?"
[If the disaster in the first year of Varela was caused by a large-scale nuclear war, then...]
"Radiated nuclear wasteland?"
[...The environment outside the city should be pretty good now.]
"...Ah?"
Yi's answer completely exceeded Chen Fan's imagination, and he hurriedly asked: "Shouldn't there be some dirty air outside, that is, nuclear radiation?"
[Don't you think about when this nuclear war happened.]
[It broke out in the year 1800 of the lunar calendar, and now it is the year 2067 of the lunar calendar.]
[After 267 years, the outside world has almost recovered.]
Chen Fan was stunned.
In his imagination, the damage caused by a nuclear war should be extremely huge and lasting.
Yi's words gave him a new understanding.
[Don't underestimate the self-recovery ability of nature, and don't overestimate the lethality of nuclear bombs. 】
【In the final analysis, nuclear bombs are just the trump card of the first-level civilization. 】
【As for Gao Yuan's reaction...】
Yi was silent for a moment: 【This machine cannot make an accurate judgment. 】
【But considering the history of Varela City and its religious system, this machine believes that this should be related to the church. 】
...
Varela City, East District.
Standing on the slightly potholed and inferior road paved with cement, Chen Fan carefully looked at the low-rise residential building in front of him, which was only three stories high - his home was here.
The dim sunset reflected on this low-rise residential building, reflecting a sense of desolation.
Some aroma of food wafted out from the building.
Logically speaking, it is close to mealtime, and the residential building should be quite lively.
But...
Whether it is the residential building in front of Chen Fan or the other residential buildings he passed along the way, they all seemed extremely quiet.
This inexplicable silence even revealed a bit of weirdness.
On the road, pedestrians with numb expressions walked quickly in groups of two or three.
A woman with a little girl walked past Chen Fan with a slightly hunched back.
At the moment she passed by, the little girl turned her head quietly, with a little curiosity in her big eyes, as if she was thinking about why Chen Fan was standing there motionless.
Chen Fan subconsciously pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at the little girl.
"Pah."
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the front.
Feeling the pain, the little girl quickly squinted her eyes and retracted her head.
"What are you looking at?"
The woman cursed the little girl in a low voice: "Be careful not to offend the gods, or the church will send someone to arrest you!"
After saying that, the woman turned around and looked
at Chen Fan carefully. When she saw that Chen Fan was not wearing the standard robes of clergy, the woman's tense expression relaxed a little.
But she still didn't say much, just pulled the little girl's hand and walked away quickly.
Chen Fan couldn't help but frown.
He didn't feel anything when he followed Deacon Carlisle to the cathedral.
But now he realized a problem: the quietness of this city is built on the high-pressure management of the church.
Under the comprehensive monitoring of the goddess statue, all believers are afraid of saying the wrong thing.
After all, no one knows whether they will be sent to the church's execution platform for saying the wrong thing.
Just as Chen Fan was staring at the mother and daughter's gradually receding back, two footsteps, one heavy and one light, came from behind.
"Your Excellency the Chosen One?"
The familiar soft voice came into his ears.
Chen Fan turned around in surprise, and saw the wide black hood that just touched his chest. He smiled a little: "Priest Isa?"
"Why are you here?"
The black hood swayed slightly: "I..."
"We are announcing the time of the God's Descent Ceremony to the believers."
A slightly old voice came from behind Isa.
Then, Chen Fan noticed the slightly burnt yellow skin under the wide white robe and hood.
This is also an old acquaintance.
"Carlisle?"
"I didn't expect that the Chosen One still remembered me." The burnt yellow skin under the hood twitched slightly, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, "It's my honor."
"Of course I remember."
Chen Fan smiled and nodded: "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for reminding me. At least Priest Quinton didn't bother me."
Hearing this, the black hood that only reached Chen Fan's chest moved slightly.
Seeing the smile on Chen Fan's face, Carlisle's tense mood gradually relaxed: "This is what I should do."
"Your Excellency the Chosen One, three days later, the God's Descent Ceremony will be held at the God's Descent Land. Please be sure to arrive at the church in advance."
Chen Fan naturally agreed.
"By the way."
"The news of the God's Descent Ceremony... have you notified them?"
Chen Fan glanced at the low residential building next to him.
"I have already notified them." Carlisle instantly "understood" what Chen Fan meant. He bent down slightly, "Your Excellency the Chosen One's mother is very cooperative with our work."
"She also asked about the third oracle ceremony."
"She was very happy to hear that you caught up with the oracle ceremony."
Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
I have to say that he was really afraid that his cheap mother would give him a hard backstab!
He put his hands behind his back and nodded calmly: "Then I won't disturb your next work."
Hearing this, Carlisle also subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your Excellency Isa, we should go."
There was no response.
Under the white hood, Carlisle's mouth twitched slightly: "... Your Excellency Isa? Your Excellency Isa?!"
Chen Fan looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but stand there in a daze.
What...
what is going on?
Did Isa have something else to say to him?
Just as Chen Fan was lost in thought, the large black hood moved again.
"...You are right, Your Excellency the Chosen One."
Chen Fan: "...???"
(End of this chapter)
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