Chapter 056 Tea Party
"Hmm?" Garcia blinked, tilted his head and smiled, trying to convey to the high priest that he didn't understand what he meant.
Garcia didn't know whether he should tell others about the strange dream, or how to tell them.
I'm afraid that if something happens, I'll be treated as an alien.
But the high priest ruthlessly exposed his idea: "You understand."
"My attention was completely on the Archangel just now, and I really didn't hear it." Garcia was still pretending to be stupid.
Yophiel responded quickly: "You can call me Yophiel."
High Priest: “…”
The high priest sighed deeply once more. He placed his cup and saucer on the table, lowered his shoulders, crossed his legs, and spoke seriously, each word with a relaxed demeanor that would also put the other person at ease. "Garcia, I don't think you need to hide anything. No one has ever questioned your background and your remarkable talents. That's because we trust you."
"We can all ignore some of your strange behaviors."
"But I hope you can also trust me and trust those who serve you for their expectations."
The last sentence reminded Garcia of Daming, who had privately asked him to resolve the orc curse.
Garcia did not expect that the high priest, who was always calm and profound, would speak so bluntly.
It seems that if I continue to pretend, I will be the one to blame.
I had no choice but to respond: "Amber, you always act like you know everything, which makes me look stupid."
Seeing Garcia's attitude soften, the high priest personally poured him a cup of tea. "So most of the time, I'm always reluctant to bring it up. I believe maintaining an appropriate distance will be more conducive to our cooperation—but this doesn't include this one: What did you see in your dream last night?"
Garcia pondered for a moment, then asked him, "Suppose, suppose you actually knew about that big-eyed thing?"
The high priest and Jophiel exchanged glances.
"His name is 'Wheel Eyeball'," Jophiel emphasized.
Garcia remembered that Yophiel had indeed mentioned this word last night when he was protecting him.
"Okay, wheel eyes," Garcia asked them. "And those little eyes, I'm not the only one who can see them, right?"
The high priest mused, "Yes."
He actually didn't expect that last night, in that situation, Jophiel didn't tell Garcia that Wheel Eyeball was also one of his incarnations.
I had no choice but to answer along Garcia's lines of thought.
If he was willing to ask Yophiel at this time, Yophiel would definitely tell him honestly: I said it, but Garcia didn't react.
Garcia seemed lost in some memories. He frowned slightly, his gaze wandering as he tried to find traces of that lucid dream in his memory: "About last night's dream, I dreamed I was flying..."
Yophiel: “…”
High Priest: “…”
Seeing the two of them speechless, Garcia blushed and coughed lightly before continuing, "It felt like I was sitting on the wheel eyeball, or perhaps it was from its perspective that I saw the entirety of the Eastern and Western continents."
"I saw a market, the replacement of new incense in the church, a mermaid-like creature leaping out of the sea, a dying tree, and many wild beasts."
"Finally, I saw a cemetery. There seemed to be something unusual there, but before I could see clearly, something dragged me back into the forest."
"What thing? I mean the one that dragged you back to the forest." The high priest asked hurriedly.
Garcia rubbed his forehead with one hand, trying to remember the thing that had frightened him so much.
Everything in last night's dream was very clear, except for the last scene, which he could not recall no matter what.
And he himself could realize that there was something indescribable that was casting a thick fog over that scene.
After trying for a long time, Garcia still couldn't recall it successfully. He had no choice but to spread his hands and said helplessly: "I forgot."
He really couldn't remember anything. He only remembered the last look before he woke up, which seemed to be red.
Maybe it's the residual visual image on the retina?
The high priest and Jophiel looked at each other again.
The expressions on their faces were not good, which made Garcia even more certain that the thing he had forgotten must be extremely important.
"It's okay." The high priest comforted him, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it. It has always been mysterious."
The words were so vague and like a riddle that Garcia did not understand them.
He was about to ask.
Then the high priest continued, "Then recall again, what did you see in that cemetery before that thing pulled you back?"
Garcia had no choice but to close his eyes again and try to recall.
After a few seconds, he said with a pale face, "I saw many people... no, many twisted corpses crawling out from underground."
Garcia asked anxiously, "Amber, theoretically, the dead can't be resurrected, right? Even with magic."
It was Jophiel who answered his question: "No, not even with magic."
The firm answer from the Archangel himself is more convincing than anything else.
If Garcia hadn’t seen the scene of zombies running rampant in his dream.
"Why is that? Is what I saw real?" Garcia asked.
"Yes." The high priest's slender knuckles were resting on his chin, and he was obviously thinking. "You saw it from the perspective of the wheel eyeball, so it must have really happened... Let me think, maybe, maybe it's because of that reason."
That reason? What reason? I'm a riddler again.
Garcia thought, then don't tell me.
Love to say or not to say.
Anyway, if you keep this matter secret so strictly, the job won't fall on me.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the high priest suddenly say in a very gentle voice and with a very kind expression: "Then, Garcia, I'll leave this matter to you."
"Huh?" Garcia was shocked. How could it be his turn when he was still in such a mess? "Are you sure I can do it?"
"Garcia, I believe in you, and you must believe in yourself too." The high priest said with a smile.
Like a fox, its eyes were curved into crescents.
"But about that dream, about those things I can't explain, I'm not sure at all." Garcia tried to reason, "I've only been the Son of God for a few days."
Garcia was so anxious that he wanted to slam the table.
As the Son of God, apart from eating in the cafeteria of the Holy See every day, where the food is pretty good, I really haven't enjoyed a good life.
During the day, not only did he have to study, but he also had to help the high priest share some of the work of meeting with believers.
At night...Garcia said that most of the time at night, he didn't fall asleep, but fainted from fright.
Life is already so bitter, and I have to be sent on a business trip.
Garcia felt a black screen in front of his eyes and wanted to fall to the ground.
"So, I have arranged an absolutely powerful assistant for you." The high priest said calmly.
He looked so confident that Garcia had to start thinking about the feasibility of this matter.
An absolutely powerful assistant...
Garcia asked curiously, "Is that Eli?"
He had seen Uncle Snow Leopard's excellent skills in striking the high priest's face with three bloody bars at lightning speed.
If that was the case, Garcia thought about it and felt that it was not a big problem. As long as he was careful and didn't inhale too much fur, he should be able to get along happily with the snow leopard.
"No." The high priest's smile darkened a little, and his voice sounded strangely cold. "Don't worry about my cat. I mean, why don't you take a bold guess about that so-called absolutely powerful assistant?"
"Could it be..." Garcia was trying to guess if it was the bishop.
He also thought that if it really was the bishop, he would definitely not agree - the bishop was so old, and his beard was completely white. If he really went on a business trip with him, who knew who would protect whom!
"It's me."
A clear male voice interrupted Garcia's guess.
His jaw dropped as well.
Archangel?
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That night, in the sacristy at the back of the temple.
Garcia was enjoying his meal at the dining table.
Opposite him was a snow leopard with beautiful black rose patterns.
The snow leopard's eating style was even more rough. Its upper body was lying on the table, its two short legs were supported on the ground, and its big head was suspended in the air, almost the same size as the soup plate.
And because it didn't eat by licking with its tongue like real beasts, but drank with its mouth, its snow-white furry muzzle was stained purple by the beetroot soup, and there was a little minced meat hanging on its long beard.
However, these did not affect the atmosphere of dining with him.
The blond boy played with his hair boredly with one hand, tying a knot at the end of his smooth hair. He sighed and said, "I just got familiar with the roads of the Holy See yesterday, and tomorrow I'm being sent on a business trip to the Western Continent. Amber, he really has no heart!"
Hearing this, the snow leopard nodded vigorously, almost burying his head in the soup plate: "Right! The old man has no heart!"
Garcia continued to cry, "I'm so young, and he assigns me such a hard job!"
Hearing the word "little," the snow leopard seemed to recall something unpleasant in the past. He growled and said indignantly, "That's right! He only bullies children!"
"He's so abominable!"
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
A man and a leopard ate and cursed at the same time.
The atmosphere in the living room was extremely lively.
The third person in the room, Daming, who was packing Garcia's luggage, heard their conversation and thought that it was no wonder that the high priest specially arranged for Snow Leopard to have dinner with Garcia.
One is simple-minded, the other is smart but not much.
Adding the two together, it just barely makes an even number.
We get along pretty well.
But did the high priest know that they would get together to speak ill of him?
Seeing that the man and the leopard were cursing more and more excitedly, Daming had to interrupt them to prevent their voices from being loud enough to be heard by the priests who might pass by outside at any time.
"Your Majesty, is there anything else you want to take?" Daming asked loudly.
Sure enough, as soon as he heard the boy’s mother’s question, Garcia immediately stopped complaining.
He tilted his head and thought seriously for a few seconds.
As if remembering something extraordinary, the fair face suddenly turned red.
His eyes wandered, and he stammered, "Just bring a few more robes, larger sizes, about... 1.9 meters."
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