Chapter 1019 [Observation] The Original Reasons for the Birth of the Church
Qianzhu was speechless for a moment, and it took him a lot of effort to get the cats and dogs off him.
The moment they moved away, he instantly felt much more relaxed. He pinched Behringer and Liu Qingyao's cheeks with both hands, as if dealing with children, and coaxed them helplessly, "Stop fooling around, keep watching."
Behefinger chuckled, wrapped his arms around Qianzhu's arms, and leaned against him like a little bird.
Qianzhu: "..."
Bertrand was immediately unhappy again.
But she was coaxed into a good mood the next second by a cup of lemon tea that Qianzhu handed her.
Bertrand leaned against Gin with a broad smile.
...
After Christie helped Zeand resolve the troubles in his tribe, Zeand did not return to the island with her. Instead, he stayed in the tribe to deal with the remaining minor issues. However, they agreed that Zeand would return to the island to find them once he had finished dealing with everything.
When Christie returned to the island alone, her husband had already gone off to play somewhere else.
Christie, feeling helpless, handed over the task of managing the island to someone capable of doing it and went off to have fun.
A certain vengeful person: "...?"
Where has Mr. R gone again?
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...
Time flies.
The people living on the island have changed many times, until recently, when ordinary humans have made up a larger proportion of the population.
The main problem was that Christie didn't find any children with special abilities either. (crossed out)
But Christie, who had "abandoned his responsibilities for many years," suddenly discovered that the children he had taken in would leave the island in uniform and be labeled as a "church organization."
Christie: ?
How come he didn't know they had become an organization?
"Mr. R!"
Just as Christie was pondering, a young girl came running towards him, lifting her skirt and wearing an excited smile.
R refers to Christie herself.
As for the origin of this name...
It goes back 2,500 years, when the gentleman conveniently forgot his name and simply called him by it. There were other people present, and Christie, without revealing her own name, simply followed the gentleman's pronunciation. This form of address was then passed down. Until now, that syllable has successfully become a letter.
Christie didn't care about it either.
He smiled and looked at the girl standing in front of him. "What's wrong, Ita?"
“Mr. R, I want to discuss something with you.” Ita smiled and sat down next to him.
"It's about the 'church,' isn't it?" Christie's smile remained unchanged.
Ita nodded repeatedly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes, yes, yes! Because everyone has completely come to regard this place as home, but most things still need to be done outside the island, so when we talk to outsiders we want to call ourselves members of an organization. This will be very convenient for us in some situations!"
Christie smiled and nodded. "You can decide for yourselves."
"Great!"
Ita jumped up happily, excitedly wanting to run over and discuss it with everyone, but after taking only two steps, she turned back. "By the way, Mr. R, we also want a cloak that can cover our faces, like the one that the gentleman who appeared next to you last time wore. Is that alright?"
"Hmm?" Christie raised her eyes slightly, thought for two seconds, and smiled, "It can be made into a cloak, but the styles can't be the same."
"Understood!" Ita beamed, said goodbye, and left excitedly.
Everyone: "Hiss, so this is the original reason for the birth of the church? Well... that's good."
Liu Qingyao exclaimed, "It's really because of its simplicity."
"...So why did you become so busy later?"
Merataya then voiced her grievances.
Bechfenger nodded repeatedly, indicating his strong agreement.
That's right!
He and Merataya were the busiest people in the entire church!
Kawasaki Machi cupped his cheeks in his hands and calmly said, "Maybe they've come up with some good ideas again, and then it's gradually evolved into what it is now."
Morataya sighed.
She's not dead yet; she'll be busy for a long time to come.
Damn it, I envy those who are already dead.
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