Son of God

Located in the far north, this city is covered with snow all year round and is the holy place of the church.

Even the snow cannot cover the holy bells and the prayers that never stop day and night. Those who live here are all devout believers. In the magnificent church in the center of the city, layers of tasseled brocade curtains hang down, and the color is as bright as flowing water.

The golden candlesticks were burning day and night. As Canaan displayed his power, nine people dressed in clergyman's clothing walked into the temple hall without looking around. They knelt on the thick red velvet carpet and bowed their heads to pay respect to God.

"The most loyal followers of our Lord."

A soft and ethereal voice came from the throne. The child wearing a gorgeous crown lowered his eyes. He looked innocent and cute, but his expression revealed a depth and wisdom that was beyond his age.

Behind him stood a huge faceless statue. Every inch of its clothing had textures that seemed to be flying, exuding an extremely heavy and gentle aura. One could not help but associate it with a loving father, but at the same time, it seemed more like a gentle mother, and one could not help but feel close to it.

But at this moment, the statue is glowing.

The golden light lingered in the entire hall, exuding a strong sense of joy. This made everyone's heart flutter: What could make our Lord so happy? Even they could sense the joy in him. It was as if the God was smiling because of something.

The powerful bloodline that countless people admired held its breath at this moment and offered a prayer from the bottom of its heart. Only the young Pope raised his head, listening to the voice of God, with the same joy on his face.

"Today, my Lord has bestowed upon me divine favor!"

"In the Faithless City in the south, the one favored by our Lord was born! He is a treasure cherished by God and possesses the powerful power to purify pollution. He will be our Son and the future of the Church. I give an order in the name of the Pope—"

"Find the Son and bring him back to the protection of our Lord!"

"All for the glory of our Lord!"

From the era before the black fog to the present, the church has always believed in God devoutly. After the gods were destroyed one after another, the Lord of All Things and All Powers was the only remaining belief. He gave the church the ability to remove pollution, which is also the reason why humans have entrusted all bloodlines to the gods. Among all the people, the gods' followers are the top existence, so people from all sides try to assassinate them, and the previous follower died because of this.

That was the darkest period in the history of the church. The nine clergymen accepted the order with a solemn look on their faces, and the oldest priest among them spoke. The others showed great respect to him.

"Your Holiness, I wish to carry the glory of my Lord to the faithless south and guide the return of the Son of God!"

The Pope smiled and nodded: "Go, Santo, the Lord will be watching you. This time, we must not let the last lesson repeat itself."

At this moment, Mason, who knew nothing about it, was busy dealing with Ronald.

Facing the knight's familiar thanks, the priest said calmly: "No need to be polite, this is what I should do."

It is no exaggeration to say that Canaan was so dazzling in the eyes of the knight that even a ton of gold would not be more dazzling than the priest in front of him. Faced with his extraordinary enthusiasm, Canaan had to think of a way to change the topic: "Is there any way to contact the owner of the territory here?"

Speaking of his loyal master, Ronald managed to regain his sanity: "I can try, but it will take some time. Please check Master Mason again to make sure he is healthy."

Canaan nodded and watched him leave the room. Ronald walked out the door and someone else got up from the bed. Mason couldn't wait to feel the freedom, and before he could do anything, he fell face first onto the pillow.

Fortunately, the bed was soft enough and it didn't hurt.

This body, which had been lying in bed for more than ten years, was not disabled, but not far from it. The degenerated muscles could not support him to walk properly. The boy tried again and again without repentance, and it was hard to imagine that he, a human who had walked upright for more than twenty years, could not tame his limbs now!

But if it can't be tamed, it can't be tamed.

He tried again and again, and fell again and again. Fortunately, Canaan was right beside him, otherwise he would definitely fall and get bruised. Mason's mouth twitched, and finally he chose to lie down reluctantly.

Sad, so sad.

The boy sighed inwardly, turned around and saw the priest sitting beside the bed looking at him. No matter how he thought about it, he was watching a good show. Mason immediately said with resentment: "Why can you walk..."

His voice was unclear and dry because he hadn't spoken for a long time. Jianan poured a glass of water and brought it to him, encouraging him insincerely: "Come on."

I am on both sides, what's the point of laughing at myself? Despite this, Mason continued to chat for a while, feeling extremely comforted by being able to communicate with others using his original body. The two of them calmed down only after they heard the footsteps of others going upstairs.

It's better to be honest. If he really falls down, the first person to scream will definitely not be himself, but the worried Ronald.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached the door, and the first thing that popped out was a brown-haired head. Ricks glanced inside the door and was surprised: "Amazing, it's really alive!"

Ronald held his head, his face as black as coal: "What are you talking about?"

Ricks immediately changed his words: "I said it's amazing, this is a blessing after surviving a disaster, everything will go smoothly, everything you want will come true, and it's no problem to achieve success..."

"......"

Ronald looked at him in silence and loosened his hand. Ricks ran away, holding his head, and approached Canaan in a sly manner.

He was about to speak when the priest raised his eyes and looked at him with his blue eyes. Ricks was stuck in place for a few seconds after opening his mouth, and then ran back silently.

I feel like we are not the same kind of people. When I say dirty things to Oreius, I always feel that we are just brothers who drink and joke with each other, but when I say dirty things in front of Canaan, I always feel that I am too mean.

The man who didn't know why he had such a feeling was a little upset. Mason laughed in his heart, how could it be the same? The fact that you can still be naughty to him in the territory of Canaan proves that you have surpassed ordinary people in some ways!

He glanced again and noticed that the only person there was Ricks. Mason was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to it. There were more important things for him to worry about now.

"I have left a letter for the Viscount. They will come back as soon as possible after reading it."

After checking Mason's physical condition, Ronald couldn't help but smile again. Facing his young master, he spoke in a much gentler voice: "You may be a little unfamiliar with the Viscount, but don't worry, they all love you from the bottom of their hearts."

Mason blinked, trying to get the other party to say more about his parents. But the knight didn't understand at all. Instead, he turned around and saluted Canaan respectfully: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Canaan. The Viscount will definitely give you a generous gift in the future."

The noble and elegant priest shook his head: "This is not the purpose of my coming here, I just did it for the sake of convenience."

The knight then realized that he came for Aurelius. On one side was his comrade-in-arms who had shared life and death with him, and on the other side was the benefactor who had saved the lord's son. When he was in a dilemma, Rex pushed his arm at the right time and said, "Didn't you ask someone to arrange a celebration banquet before? Your lord's son has been cured, why don't you treat us to a big meal?"

Ronald immediately grasped at straws: "Yes, please enjoy it, Mr. Canaan."

Under his sincere invitation, the priest finally agreed. After a few more pleasantries, they decided on a time to attend, and Ricks hurried downstairs with Ronald.

After leaving the bedroom, the brown-haired man lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Canaan and Oreius don't have a good relationship. It's best not to agree to let them meet."

Ronald hesitated. "I think they are all good people. Is there any misunderstanding between them?"

"I don't know what the misunderstanding is..." Rex vaguely said, thinking of the information he had heard. "But since Oleus ran away when he saw him, there must be something wrong. And Olihe doesn't like him either."

This is big news. A translucent butterfly perched behind the statue swayed its antennae slightly, and Mason thought.

That shouldn't be the case. How could anyone dislike him under the influence of Canaan's domain? Although Orihe was somewhat unpredictable, he was not a bloodthirsty maniac who would kill anyone he saw.

The knight finally exchanged brainwaves with him at this moment, and looked equally confused: "Why? I thought that gentleman was a good person."

He had never seen someone with such a pure temperament, like a candle in the dark, so clear that it was out of place. He would feel happy and at ease just by being around him.

"I don't know either."

Ricks was also a little confused, but this did not prevent him from believing in the bloodline as a companion. The man leaned close to the other's ear and lowered his voice: "She just said that she hated him very much. If he was not her companion, she would want to kill him!"