Chapter 047 Male Mother
When he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome face in front of him, but Garcia couldn't smile at all.
In fact, as early as the first night, because he was curious about the material, he secretly touched it. This six-winged angel statue was indeed carved from some kind of mineral, although he did not recognize what kind of stone it was.
Moreover, even if we take a step back, it is still inorganic matter.
Why is the statue moving?
While complaining in his head, Garcia did not forget to actually scream.
He was unlucky this time and didn't faint from fright, so he had to stay awake to face this bizarre scene that made his sanity level drop wildly - the statue that was originally standing in the middle of the flower bed seemed to come alive, walked in front of him, squatted down, and looked at him for the whole night.
Does it have a soul? What's it thinking when it looks at me? Would it be easy for it to kill me if it wanted to? Why didn't it kill me? What does it want?
A series of questions ran through Garcia's sensitive and fragile nerves.
At this moment, he wanted to stand up and run away like crazy, but his body seemed to be really sealed in the quilt castle and he couldn't move at all.
He didn't know how long he screamed. It was as if his senses were stripped away and he was surrounded by a thick fear. He kept staring at the strange and divine face of the statue with his eyes open. His mind was blank and his eyes were bloodshot.
Until his head was wrapped in a huge cloak, and then he was gently held in someone's arms, patted on the back, and carefully comforted.
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When Garcia regained consciousness a little, he was soaked as if he had been fished out of a water tank.
He kept shivering and his little face turned pale.
Daming just sat on the lawn holding him, hugging him tightly in his arms, stroking his head, and singing some songs whose tunes he couldn't understand.
The sun was shining outside, a breeze blew, the shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the freshly mowed lawn gave off a refreshing smell. In such a safe and comfortable environment, Garcia's eyes slowly focused, and the beautiful picture transmitted from the retina to the brain replaced the horrific scene.
He finally couldn't help it and began to sob softly.
Finally, she burst into tears, buried her face in Daming's chest, and cried loudly.
He remembered something.
Those stories about his cold childhood in the orphanage, where he was ostracized by other children because he was good-looking and received more care; about his middle school years, when he was almost bullied by school staff; about how he worked in a bar after dropping out of school, was fortunately discovered by an agent, and finally went to work in a foreign country. After his work finally started to improve, he was crushed to pieces by a runaway truck...
He vaguely remembered the pain.
So after coming to this world, following his instinct, he actively wanted to obtain more resources for survival, and finally successfully became the Son of God.
Garcia cherishes life and his new life very much. Even though he has adventurous ideas in his heart, he still chooses not to disrupt his existing peaceful life.
But why is he haunted again and again by those strange things that no one else can see but him?
Garcia felt very aggrieved.
After several consecutive frights, apart from the fear, he felt more of a sense of grievance, "Why did it have to be me?"
Why is it me, only me?
He buried his head in Daming's chest, crying so hard that he almost passed out.
During the entire process, Daming didn't say a word. He just let him vent his emotions and gently comforted him with body language.
After crying for a long time, Garcia finally recovered.
His voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, he was just hiccuping slightly, and because of the hiccups, his chest rose and fell regularly, looking very pitiful.
Seeing that he seemed to have stopped crying, Daming asked softly, "Your Majesty, are you feeling better?"
"Well..." Garcia slowly raised his head and whispered, "I feel better. Thank you, male mother."
Garcia's whole face was red, and his nose and eyelids were a little swollen, which accentuated the baby fat on his face and made him look more like a lovable little boy.
The young boy was about to take on the heavy responsibility of listening to the oracle. Daming sighed and felt even more distressed for him.
But what is a male mother? Daming asked casually.
Realizing that he had blurted out some strange titles that shouldn't have been said, Garcia subconsciously shook his head to deny it, muttering that it was nothing.
Seeing how pitiful he was, Daming didn't want to ask any more questions. He coaxed him a few more times before Garcia stopped crying completely.
At this point, Daming finally had the opportunity to talk to him about some things.
He asked the blond boy, who was still being closely circled by him, "I saw what happened this morning. Don't be afraid, no one will hurt you." He patted the back of Garcia's hand, which twitched nervously after hearing the key words. "Then can you tell me why you slept in the main hall last night?"
Garcia originally thought that Damien would ask about the statue, but when he heard him ask something else, he was immediately diverted.
Thinking of the terrible situation in the bedroom, Garcia stammered, "Because, because I burned the bedroom down... I didn't mean to do it. I just wanted to review the new magic I learned, but I lost control... Anyway, in the end, it turned out like this. No one can sleep in the bedroom, so I had to sleep on the floor in the main hall..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, until in the end his head was lowered to his chest. With his messy hair soaked with sweat, he looked like an ostrich deceiving itself.
If it weren't for what happened that morning, Garcia would have been able to come up with a hundred reasons to excuse himself and avoid being criticized by the elders.
But he had just experienced a fright and was at his most vulnerable moment. He didn't have the brain capacity to lie, so he just subconsciously made himself look innocent in the hope of being loved.
As expected, Daming didn't criticize him harshly. Instead, he praised him, "You're quite impressive! Ordinary priests like us need years of study before we can use chanting to unleash our already limited divine power. Even Bishop Lyon, who is already one of the most powerful bishops, has only been able to cast magic at a level comparable to yours."
"Really?" Garcia's eyes lit up at Daming's compliments. "Am I considered that impressive?"
"No, how do you know what level I am at now?" Garcia realized belatedly.
Daming smiled and said, "Just now, when you were... um, a priest came to tell me about the situation in the bedroom."
Garcia felt even more embarrassed and quickly apologized to Daming: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."
Although they had only known each other for a short time, Garcia's straightforward and lively personality made Daming particularly like him.
Sometimes I think that if I had a child, he would probably be Garcia’s age.
Maybe not as cute as Garcia.
So, he tapped Garcia's wet nose and said with a smile, "Don't worry, someone will take care of it. It's not a big deal. As long as you maintain this enthusiasm for learning in the future."
"I will!" Garcia promised immediately.
He thought, since I am a foreigner, I can get whatever I say.
I won’t let the male mom down!
Seeing that his words had worked and the blond boy regained his energy, Daming decided to get to the point.
He thought for a moment and then told Garcia in a gentle manner, "So don't panic. Regarding what happened this morning—that was simply the Archangel's recognition of you. He must be particularly fond of you, just like me."
"Archangel?" Garcia repeated hesitantly.
"Yes, it's the Archangel," Damien explained patiently. "Remember? This temple is dedicated to the Archangel. It was because of the Archangel's will that you became the Son of God."
Garcia was a little skeptical: "Really?"
Damien confirmed, "Of course. I'm just asking, did you pray to the Archangel last night?"
Garcia did not lose his memory, so he certainly knew what nonsense he had said to the statue last night.
He couldn't help but wonder, the statue had been squatting above his head all night, maybe it felt that he was harassing it and wanted to hit him?
But he didn't dare tell those sensational gossips to anyone.
I could only stammer out, "Yes, yes, I did pray to the Archangel."
"So," Damien patiently advised, "you are gifted. Somewhere in the dark, the Archangel sensed your sincere prayers, and so He descended upon the statue, wishing to converse with you. However, you were asleep at the time, so He did not disturb you. Instead, He gazed at you with approval. He personally chose you, the Son He is very pleased with."
Garcia's mind was not fully awake yet, and his IQ was not back to normal. When he heard Daming mention "approving eyes", he did not refute it.
I even tried to convince myself along with his words: Yes, if the statue was just fed up with me gossiping to it, it could have chopped me down, but it didn't. It just looked at me. Just like Daming said, it must like me and approve of me!
I am the Holy Son chosen by the Archangel himself!
Maybe that pink special effect was given to me by Him!
The expression on Garcia's face became more and more appropriate. Daming was very satisfied knowing that he had convinced him.
Finally, he concluded, "Garcia, you are such a lovely child. No one would dislike you, even the Archangel. I believe He must be very pleased with you."
Garcia was so absorbed in the compliments that he didn't notice that Damien no longer used honorifics for him.
He sniffed and wanted to say something, but soon realized that when he cried in Daming's arms, the fabric on his chest was all wet. He couldn't tell whether it was tears or snot, or both.
He whispered, "Thank you, Daming. I'm not afraid anymore. And your clothes, can I compensate you with one?"
After saying this, Garcia suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have any personal belongings.
The meticulous Daming was clearly aware of this, and he immediately added, "Don't worry, I have plenty of uniforms to change into. I forgot something about your stipend." He cleverly used a word that showed enough respect for Garcia. "I'll bring the stipend that the Holy See has given to the Son of God later. If you don't mind, please return to the bedroom and wait for me, okay?"
"I promise, it's completely renovated."
Hearing what he said, Garcia had no choice but to climb out of the man's mother's arms reluctantly and watched him go to get the so-called salary.
Then he took a deep breath to encourage himself and walked into the temple with his hands and feet together.
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I'm so angry. I don't know why I'm so malicious...
Is it really just a matter of perspective whether the top is dominant or the bottom is dominant? Is it really that important for the top to control the bottom? The plot and the emotions are what matter most.
Why would I write it if I don’t love my character?
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