"An, Sister Anlei?!" Seeing the old nun appear in front of them, all the nuns except Vanya were shocked. They scattered away from Vanya and stood facing the old nun. The old nun glanced at them and spoke sternly.
"What are you still doing here? Just do what you need to do. Everyone is busy at the exhibition, but you are the only ones doing nothing. How disgraceful."
"Yes, Sister Anlei!"
Hearing Sister Anlei's words, the ordinary nuns came in one after another to respond and then immediately dispersed. For a moment, only Sister Anlei and Vanya were left at the scene. After seeing that her former companions who had been chattering around her just now had left, Vanya silently breathed a sigh of relief again, and then she stood up and politely said to Sister Anlei.
"Thank you, Sister Anlei. I just don't know how to tell them..."
"Haha... You're not to thank Sister Vanya. You've been busy all day and it's time you take a break. How can I let the people of Pritt Parish be proud of myself while I'm not proud of myself at home?" The old nun said with a kind smile as she looked at Vanya in front of her. Hearing the old nun's words, Vanya was a little embarrassed to respond.
"I don't deserve the title of the pride of the parish..."
"Why shouldn't I be ashamed? You are the most famous person in our Pritt Diocese in the past two or three decades. I never thought that you, who just went on a pilgrimage, would do such remarkable things. Those are only the miracles of saints in the scriptures... Our diocese has produced an extraordinary person. Everyone, even the archbishop, is very happy."
An Lei continued to smile and talk to Vanya, while Vanya continued to answer modestly.
"I just kept practicing the Lord's teachings and did what I should do... The result is like this now, and I didn't expect it before. I always thought that others can do the same thing, and I was just lucky."
"You can stick to the Lord's teachings and follow this path, which proves that the Lord has always had his sights on you. This cannot be explained by words like luck in one or two times. Cherish the current opportunity, check your heart and keep working hard, Vanya. Someone on Mount Saint has already recognized you, and your future is limitless."
"I will..." Vanya continued to respond, looking at Sister Anlei. Sister Anlei nodded with satisfaction and continued to speak with a smile.
"By the way, Vanya, how long do you plan to stay in Divian? Pritt is your home, and no one will say anything if you stay there for a while longer."
"Well... I actually have a plan for this. Pritt is my home, so I plan to stay here for a while. But I won't just stay in Tivian. I want to go on a small-scale pilgrimage in Pritt." Vanya went on to say to Sister Anlei. After hearing what Vanya said, Sister Anlei's expression showed a hint of curiosity.
"Oh? Are you planning to go deep into the country of Pritt for a thorough pilgrimage?"
"Yes, after all, I am a Puritan myself. Puritans are more recognizable to me and their language and culture are more approachable. The effect of my pilgrimage and preaching will be better than that of other countries. You have all seen the situation today.
"Therefore, I plan not to miss this rare opportunity. In addition to Tivian, I want to visit a few more cities in Pritt to maximize the effect of the pilgrimage."
"Will Pritt go to more cities? Well... indeed, your Pritt is more likely to have an impact, so you should not just stay in Divian. It would be good to go to more places. So, have you determined the route and location now?" Listening to Vanya's words, Sister Anlei nodded thoughtfully, and Vanya immediately responded affirmatively.
"Of course, it's confirmed."
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Southwestern region of Plitvice, Gramorn, the capital of Hand County.
At dusk, when the sun sets, on the outskirts of Gramorne, the vast surface of Star Lake is reflecting the dim rays of the setting sun. Under the dim light, fishing boats are paddling slowly towards the shore on the lake. On the small pier on the lakeshore, fishmongers are purchasing on the spot. Occasionally, well-dressed and respectable people can be seen walking slowly on the quiet lakeside path. In the whole sunset, Star Lake presents a hint of peace and harmony.
Sitting on the grass on a small hillside, Dorothy looked at the wide and huge lake not far away. Looking at the sunset reflected in the lake like a mirror, her expression revealed a trace of contemplation.
In the ancient legend of the Priit, Arthur, the first king of the wind, obtained a stone sword from the Fairy of the Lake and became king. Various legends and fairy tales about the Fairy of the Lake have been circulated in Priit since ancient times and are part of the foundation of Priit culture.
The prototype of the fairy in the lake is the Mirror Moon Goddess. Under the suppression of the mythological Radiant Cult, she degenerated into legends and fairy tales. After thousands of years of continuous evolution and alienation, the concept of "lake" has been preserved. This proves that "lake" played an important role in the Mirror Moon belief in the past.
"Then... could the so-called Grahomir Mirror be the Grahomir Lake? The mirror and the lake are both important elements of the Mirror Moon faith, so the possibility is very high..."
Looking at the lake in front of her, Dorothy thought to herself, at this moment she had already realized something, could the so-called Temple of the Moon be hidden in this lake?
With such doubts, Dorothy sat on the shore of the lake and waited silently for the night to fall. She wanted to see whether this lake would show any special wonders under the moonlight in the dark night belonging to the Mirror Moon Goddess.
Time passed by, and gradually, the sun set in the sky, and darkness enveloped the sky. The crescent moon rose in the sky, and the reflections of the stars and the moon began to embellish the calm lake surface, forming a beautiful scene like a painting.
Seeing that night was falling, Dorothy controlled the scattered miniature corpses and wanted to fly over the lake to find out what was going on. At this moment, a strange scene appeared before her eyes...
From Dorothy's spiritual vision, she saw that after nightfall, when the waning moon rose, a faint red color suddenly appeared on the originally calm and dark surface of the lake. This red color was like a thin mist, gently rising above the wide lake surface, gradually spreading out, and becoming wider and wider.
Seeing such a scene, Dorothy's memory was immediately awakened. She recalled the red mist that had been summoned by the Eight Spies in the Barrett Villa in the far suburbs of Tivian on New Year's Eve more than half a year ago. The blood mist almost swallowed her.
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