Chapter 050 Responsibility
Daming bathed and burned incense reverently, then washed his hair again and even washed his hands three times with water soaked in pomelo leaves. Only then did he take a deep breath and go to unlock Garcia's bedroom door.
In the sunlight, the handsome silver-haired man folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.
Daming took just one look and quickly closed the door.
Behind him, Garcia poked his head out and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you go in and confirm it? What if I'm wrong?"
"No doubt!" Damien was so excited he didn't know what to do. "It's exactly like the statue! It really is the Archangel who has come to earth!"
"Really? I thought..."
Before Garcia could finish his words, Daming picked him up.
From the bedroom door to the center of the living room, Damien held Garcia and spun around in circles. The air was filled with joy, and Garcia couldn't help but laugh too.
"Damien, are you dancing a waltz with me?" he asked.
When he was put down and placed on the sofa, Garcia's eyes were dizzy.
Daming seemed like a different person. His plain face was now filled with the bright sunshine of spring. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes were slightly rippling out, and he looked so energetic that Garcia was stunned for a few seconds.
It seems that male mothers in their early forties also have a unique charm.
Garcia asked him with a smile: "What makes you so happy? Tell me about it."
Daming finally calmed down a bit.
He pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea. After Tonton finished drinking it, he looked at Garcia, the incredibly well-behaved blond boy who always surprised him, and said softly, "Garcia, my dear, whether it's from the standpoint of the Vatican or me personally, I'm very grateful to you."
"I once thought that I would never see this day again."
"Your appearance and all the changes you have brought..."
Tears glistened in Daming's warm eyes. Perhaps realizing his own loss of composure, he quickly lowered his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He tried his best to adjust his mood before looking at Garcia again.
He waved his hand and said, "Good boy, come sit here. I have something to tell you."
Garcia suddenly realized the change in Daming's attitude, the way he addressed him, and his own behavior.
Ah, is Daming finally going to open up to me?
Garcia was very happy. He understood that Daming's previous care and tolerance towards him mostly came from his identity as the Son of God. It was his work that forced Daming to hold him in high esteem and treat him with care.
Even before, allowing himself to cry in his arms was perhaps just part of Daming's job.
But now, he is finally willing to acknowledge me just as I have a good impression of him?
Garcia felt very happy. He walked over obediently and sat on another chair.
He tilted his head back and looked obediently at his male mother who was a little taller than him.
Daming held Garcia's hand. He couldn't love this cute little saint more.
He asked Garcia: "Can you tell me what happened last night in detail?"
Garcia nodded and continued to tell the story.
He described in detail how, at the suggestion of the high priest, he went to the main hall to review his lessons, and enumerated the words he had mastered, which earned Daming's approving look.
He also talked about how he discovered the silver-haired man, guessed his identity, and placed him in his own bedroom.
At this point, Garcia tilted his head in confusion. "But I clearly remember that I only put him on the bed last night, and I was lying on the table. I was so tired and wanted to eat something to fill my stomach, but I fell asleep for no apparent reason."
After thinking for a moment, she added, "I don't know what happened next, but when I woke up, I was sleeping in bed with him."
As Daming listened, the smile on his face grew wider.
During the process, he nodded with satisfaction many times, and when he heard Garcia say that he didn't know why he ended up sleeping on the bed, his eyes widened in surprise.
Seeing him like this, Garcia became even more confused.
His innocent and naive look made Daming sigh: No wonder the archangel likes him so much. Who would not like a child with such a pure mind like Garcia?
I couldn't help but touch Garcia's shiny little head and tell him, "It must have been the Archangel who carried you to bed."
Daming praised him generously: "You are a miracle."
Garcia's face turned red from the praise, his green eyes sparkled, and his whole body exuded the satisfaction and happiness of being affirmed.
Yet, he pretended to be modest and evaded the question: "But, but I haven't done anything remarkable..."
Daming shook his head and didn't dwell on the topic.
Instead, ask him, would you like to listen to a story?
Thus, on this intoxicating spring morning, Garcia heard for the first time a story that was completely contrary to his initial impression of the world as harmless.
In this world, humans are not the only intelligent life forms that exist.
Orcs, sirens, elves, etc. also live on the eastern and western continents.
The friendly and interactive life lasted for many years until fifty years ago, when a curse broke out among the orcs. Except for the Centaurs with a stable body shape, all other races of orcs showed more or less signs of degeneration.
Over time, they will inevitably degenerate into irrational beasts, hurting people or being mistaken for food.
The war for survival is about to begin.
In the end, the Wink Empire, led by humans, won most of the land resources, the orcs retreated to the dark forest, and long-lived races such as sirens and elves all hid from the world.
Peace continues to this day.
However, no holy son who could hear the oracle appeared in the human camp, and activities such as farming and fishing could not be blessed by God.
In the Orc camp, the curse remains unresolved and even worsens. Coupled with the interference of the god Pan, political struggles between the tribes continue.
It's as if God has completely abandoned this world.
Moreover, since the end of last year, hurricanes of varying sizes have continued to strike, and tsunamis have submerged many fertile fields, causing a significant reduction in crop yields. By April of this year, the national treasury was almost unable to sustain the crisis, and prices in many small towns and villages have continued to rise. Before long, when famine breaks out, peace will no longer exist.
Garcia never expected that the leisurely life in another world he thought of was just the calm before the storm.
And he, as the Son of God, occupies such a crucial position in the story.
He asked Damien, "What can I do?"
"I'm glad you feel that way." Daming could actually see that after hearing Garcia's story, he clearly showed some signs of confusion, fear, and avoidance. But after a brief thought, he still mustered up the courage to speak up and ask if he could help. "Garcia, the High Priest has already made arrangements regarding the food crisis. We really need you in another area."
"Is it a problem of orcs' degeneration?" Garcia thought of this immediately.
"Yes," Damien replied. "The high priest once said that the orcs degenerated because some of them blasphemed God, so the archangel punished them."
"That's why, following the curse, no one in the human camp who could hear the oracle appeared anymore."
"Fortunately, we have waited for you, and the Archangel loves you so much."
After hearing what he said, Garcia finally understood the relationship between these things.
He pointed a finger at himself and said incredulously, "You think I can do this? The curse that has plagued the orcs for fifty years, a curse that even the high priest couldn't solve?"
Daming nodded. "Garcia, believe in yourself. You probably don't know that half a month ago, a hurricane swept through the Dark Forest again, sending countless orcs escaping the land and into human territory. If we leave them alone, allowing the orcs, who could turn into wild beasts at any moment, to confront the starving civilians, war will break out again."
"But..." Garcia hesitated, "Can I really do this?"
Damien tried to encourage him from another perspective: "Think about it, your talent, and..."
He suddenly remembered something, took out a book from his sleeve and handed it to Garcia.
Garcia took it, opened it, and found something inside that he couldn't understand, something like a list of items.
"What is this?" Garcia asked.
"It's a register of all items in the Vatican's treasury," Daming explained. "The high priest is out on business. Before he left, he told me to give this to you. He also instructed me to handle all matters while he's gone. You can freely access all the materials in the treasury, and if anyone requests an audience, you must do your best to resolve their issue. He also said he trusts you and told you to get into the swing of things as soon as possible."
The sudden entrusting of such an important task left Garcia speechless.
He felt like a screw that accidentally rolled into an assembly line, being pushed forward by the gears of fate. Everyone had great expectations of him, expecting him to become an omnipotent state machine to solve those unresolved problems.
But only he himself knows that he is just a screw that is the right size, a soul from another world who happens to understand English.
Could it be that what I got was not a salted fish script, but a savior script?
Garcia was lost in thought.
Then I heard a request with a strong nasal tone.
It was Daming. He didn't know when his eyes had filled with tears again. He suppressed his voice and pleaded, "This is also my personal request. It's very important to me. Please..."
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I had a quick brunch.
Garcia was suddenly informed by the bishop that the first public audience he would hold since taking office would be today.
So, under the service of several priests, Garcia was dressed in a very solemn outfit: the white robe was simple but exquisitely crafted, and the double-layer pearl crown worn on his cascading golden hair made him look exceptionally holy and beautiful.
This is the uniform of the Son of God, and it is the most solemn one.
The attire was too heavy, so Damien had to support Garcia the whole time. Only with his help could Garcia walk smoothly to the hall - he would soon receive a very important guest in place of the high priest.
The son of the Minister of War of the Wenk Empire, the captain of the guard of Boeing Town, and the half-human Mr. Markos.
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The author has something to say:
By the way, does anyone like that? A man in his mid-thirties or early forties, gentle and non-aggressive, thin and handsome, with a gentle demeanor that makes you feel like you're in a spring breeze. When he smiles, there are a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, but they're not ugly, but rather a unique charm that has been given by time.
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