Chapter 048 Practicing Magic
As he passed by the main hall, Garcia only took a quick glance—the six-winged angel statue had returned to normal.
It stands just as it should, quietly looking down at all living things, in the center of the flower bed, surrounded by all kinds of freshly picked flowers every day.
It was hard to imagine that this morning, it would be squatting on the platform and looking at itself like a living person.
Even though he had been comforted by Daming, Garcia was still frightened. He walked quickly through the hall, not daring to look again.
When Garcia returned to the bedroom in the sacristy, he found that it had been completely renovated just as Daming had said.
Even the specifications of some furnishings look more luxurious and valuable than before.
The rearrangement work was nearing completion. Seeing Garcia return, the priests greeted him, their movements noticeably slower, not wanting to leave Garcia alone after his shock. When Daming returned, carrying a delicate little box, they picked up the pace again, quickly arranging the vases on the table, and then withdrew one by one.
Daming put the small box on the table and asked Garcia to come and see it.
Under Damien's encouraging gaze, Garcia personally opened the lid - inside was a box full of silver bars.
Garcia was shocked at first, but after he came to his senses, he wanted to ask why it wasn't a box of gold bars.
But he realized that this was a magical world, and some common sense questions might expose him as not being a native, so he held back.
"Is this my salary?" Garcia asked.
Although I don't know the basic prices and purchasing power of currency in this world, this box of silver is probably not a low salary.
"Yes," Damien replied. He untied a purse from his waist and placed it on the table. "And this purse, with some change in it. If you need to go out, please ask me or another priest to accompany you. All expenses can be charged to the Vatican's general ledger."
He looked at the blond boy's bright eyes and added, "As long as you can shoulder your responsibilities as the Holy Son, no expense is excessive."
Garcia doesn't understand the weight of this sentence yet.
But he is already very happy to have some security in life.
So he promised loudly, "I will! I will study hard and take on the responsibilities of being the Son of God!"
Daming was so adorable at his obedient appearance.
A morning of comfort had made Garcia energetic again, but Daming was afraid that if he stayed alone, his fear would rebound, so he followed him closely. Not only did he chat with Garcia for a long time in the bedroom, he also took him to the cafeteria for meals.
After dinner, he even personally watched over Garcia as he slept on the lawn - Daming discovered that the little saint seemed to particularly like being close to nature, and liked flowers and green grass.
So in the morning, when Garcia was still shaking unconsciously, he ordered several priests to place several vases in Garcia's bedroom and put the same flowers in the flowerbed where the statue was.
It can be considered a kind of subtle influence...
After reviewing what happened this morning, Daming felt that every aspect had been handled perfectly and was very satisfied with his work.
Then, he gently woke up the blond boy who was sleeping under the tree.
Garcia was gently awakened by his mother, but the first thing he saw was the little pet double eyelids flapping its wings and hovering above his head.
After all, Garcia is a miracle boy who has experienced many shocks but remained strong enough not to go crazy. The little eyeballs no longer cause any mental harm to him.
So, he just quietly glared at the wild eyes that had been wandering off since morning, then looked at the male mother, Daming, with a sweet smile and said softly, "I slept well."
Daming also smiled and said, "Just get enough rest. It's getting late, I'll take you to the greenhouse for class."
Unexpectedly, Garcia shook his head.
"No need," he told Daming. "I'm really fine now. Don't worry about me. The greenhouse isn't far. You should go and get some rest. You've been with me all morning."
"Is it really okay?" Daming looked at him worriedly.
Garcia replied firmly: "No problem, I'm strong!"
Thinking that Eli might still need his care, and seeing Garcia's firm attitude, Daming had no choice but to agree to his request to go to class alone.
He also warned: "If you finish class late and it's dark, and you're really scared, ask the high priest to take you back."
Garcia didn't dare let that smiling tiger send him back to the bedroom.
But he nodded and agreed to make his male mother feel more at ease.
After saying goodbye to Daming, Garcia deliberately followed the path and came to a secluded corner. He grabbed the little eyeball that was flying just in front of him.
Garcia deliberately used a lot of force, not enough to crush the little eyeball, but enough to make it feel quite uncomfortable - a lot of transparent liquid that looked like tears but was much thicker and smoother gushed out from the opening of the tear duct located on the lower eyelid of the little eyeball.
Wrapped in the liquid, the entire spherical body gurgled between Garcia's fingers.
"Why is it so slippery?" Garcia asked in confusion, but soon he remembered that this was not the point, so he put on a stern face again and roared at the little eyeball: "Double eyelids! I misjudged you! You are not a qualified pet at all!"
"You are selfish, lazy, and playful..."
Garcia used all the derogatory words he could think of in his mind, like an accusation of crime, and put them all on the weak body with small eyes the size of ping-pong balls.
"You are so mean!"
"You didn't even warn me when you saw the mutant statue, and you actually ran away on your own!"
"You know, I was so scared that I cried..."
As he spoke of the latter part, Garcia felt so aggrieved that he almost burst into tears again.
After hearing these words, the little eyeball stopped struggling, as if admitting its guilt, and silently endured Garcia's action of pinching its body hard.
It had no mouth and could not tell Garcia that it was not deserting the battlefield, but that it was not paying enough attention when it withdrew its consciousness, and took it away as well. It was not until Garcia passed by the statue at noon that it reacted and released itself back.
It also feels aggrieved.
It has some ideas of its own that are different from His projections.
That is, I like Garcia very much and want to stay close to Garcia all the time.
When Garcia found that the little eyeball had stopped struggling, he realized that he had been a little too extreme - it was just a strange-looking little pet, and its IQ might not even be as high as that of a puppy. Should he really blame it?
Then he gently let it go.
The next second, the little eyeball flew to Garcia's cheek, wrapped half of Garcia's face with its little wings, and rubbed it hard.
The sticky and slippery liquid that had just been squeezed out was all over Garcia's face.
"Okay, stop..."
Garcia shook his head and tried to wipe off the liquid with his hands.
But he forgot that he had more on his hands, and for a moment, his whole face looked even worse.
Even his long eyelashes were stuck together in clumps.
Finally, I had to go to the lawn and get some water from the faucet to wash my face.
Now, everything from eyebrows to hair tips was wet. Some round water droplets flowed down the pointed chin into the collar, making the little eyelids reluctant to blink, and welded themselves firmly to the collarbone of the blond boy.
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After finishing today's class, the high priest handed Garcia a paperback book.
The book had many wrinkles on the corners and gaps between the pages, clearly having passed through many generations of owners.
"Take good care of it, it's very old," instructed the high priest.
Garcia nodded. He could tell that the book was at least several decades older than himself.
This time, the high priest was the first to leave. He seemed to be in a hurry to do something, but before leaving, he said meaningfully to Garcia, "I heard about what happened last night and this morning. I don't mean to blame you. I just suggest that if you need to review your lessons, you can do it directly in the main hall."
"The interior decoration there is protected by spells. You can practice magic freely without worrying about causing damage."
"I hope you can grow up quickly. We are all looking forward to your independence."
After saying that, without waiting for Garcia to answer, he hurried away with the textbook under his arm.
Garcia was left standing there alone, scratching his head in confusion.
"Does the high priest have so much trust in my ability..." he muttered to himself.
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Late at night, in the bedroom.
Because the dinner was too salty, I drank a whole pot of black tea to quench my thirst.
Garcia didn't feel sleepy at all because of the caffeine.
Just like the white couple who are committing suicide in all foreign movies, they can deceive themselves with just a little comfort.
The purebred foreigner Garcia did not realize that he had fallen into a vicious circle of disbelief - he believed that the archangel liked him very much, that the little eyes were harmless, and that he knew some magic and that it was enough to support him.
So, once again, he mustered up his courage and went into the hall.
Garcia felt very cool now. He took a sunflower out of the vase, broke off the flower head and extra branches, leaving only a straight flower stem, and weighed it in his hand.
Feeling that it had a good feel, he took a kerosene lamp, asked Little Eyeball to protect him, and went out with his "magic wand" in his hand, looking very proud and confident.
Garcia came into the hall, placed the kerosene lamp on the flower stand, held the wand, pointed it forward fiercely, and shouted: "Incendio!"
Suddenly, a raging fire shot out from the tip of his wand, but was swallowed by the wall when it was about to burn the main body of the building.
Garcia's eyes lit up. The hall was really protected by a spell as the high priest said!
Next, he became even more reckless, constantly changing his poses and frantically demonstrating in the hall all the words he could think of that had real-life effects.
For example, fire, flood, rain, etc.
He played more and more crazily, spewing out some highly harmful sentences, until one moment, he aimed his wand at the only decoration in the entire building - the six-winged angel statue.
“Click, click…”
A rustling sound.
Then, Garcia saw with his own eyes a scene that amazed him rather than frightened him.
The surface of the statue was like broken glass, covered with tiny cracks, and then fragments began to fall from head to toe.
A perfect human body, exactly like the statue, slowly appeared before Garcia's eyes.
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