The comic's will after hearing his words: "..."

It knows! This guy has no heart at all!!

Until the next day, the black-haired boy didn't show any change in mood, and Manga Will couldn't help but feel even more depressed.

And César calmly took out the tools he needed from the room, not caring at all about the comic's will's madness at the moment.

He even had the mood to slowly tidy up his clothes, making sure not to reveal the slightest flaw, and put on a makeup that was as if he had replaced his head. This way, even if he really aroused the other party's suspicion and the silk cloth was torn off, there would still be room for maneuver.

He thought calmly that if this scene was seen by readers, they would probably write something like "He actually put on makeup to meet Xia Zuo, he really made me cry to death" in the comics.

However, Xizel felt that Xia Zuo would not regard him and his previous identity as the same person, and would not lose control to the point of directly tearing off his blindfold.

He did this only out of caution.

Soon, he noticed that another priest was approaching quickly.

…

…

When Xia Zuo woke up, it was already daybreak.

He could sleep till early morning without worrying about someone breaking into his house. This was different from the desolate area he had imagined.

The old man also woke up at this time. Seeing his appearance, I knew what he was thinking. He said slowly:

"You are lucky, my shed is located relatively close to the church. Now, a large area centered on the church has been taken over by a team of gifted people led by Messenger Mor."

His expression relaxed a little, and he shrugged: "Since they never asked me for any supplies, and even gave me some firewood, I am willing to say a few good words for the high-ranking gifted holder..."

Seeing that he was willing to talk more about the church, Xia Zuo blinked his eyes and did not miss the opportunity to ask, "Are all the believers there gifted?"

"Most of them are civilians." The old man shook his head: "I heard that His Majesty is much more tolerant towards ordinary people."

Xia Zuo's expression changed slightly. After a moment, as if he had made a decision, he said, "I'm going to go to that church right now. Don't you want to go and see it? I can carry you there on my way."

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head again.

"Wanting to go is one thing, being able to go is another." He said, "Go by yourself."

"I did too many evil things when I was young. Even if there really is a God, I will never dream of asking for God's forgiveness in my lifetime."

After hearing this, Xia Zuo no longer insisted. He packed up his things and walked towards the general direction of the church again, facing the biting north wind.

At the same time, he discovered subtle changes in the surrounding environment.

Logically speaking, the closer to the north, the worse the living conditions should be. However, from the deserted area when he first stepped into it, to the shabby shack when he met the old man, to the green and vibrant land as he walked further and further away, everything was silently telling him one thing -

That church seemed more friendly to the world than he had imagined.

Xia Zuo's spirits were also slightly lifted. He felt his heart beating slowly faster. He took a few deep breaths before calming down. A magnificent building that could not be described in words appeared before him.

He was speechless for a moment and showed an uncontrollable expression of shock.

——Is this really a building that can be built in a short time? ?

"Are you here to praise?" A little girl's voice sounded, with a liveliness that Xia Zuo had not heard for a long time: "I am also here to offer praise to His Majesty!"

Xia Zuo turned around and found a brother and sister with red hair, holding hands and walking towards the church.

"...Yes." The brown-haired boy hesitated for only a moment, then quickly adjusted his expression and said, "Can you take me in?"

"Of course, sir." Thanks to Xia Zuo's gift of light bias, which made him look more reliable, gentler and more divine than others, the brother and sister, who were going to church anyway, had no guarded attitude and readily agreed.

Xia Zuo continued to ask: "I remember there was no church here before... How did Your Majesty do it?"

When talking about this, the little girl became excited. Although she had never experienced it herself, she answered with bright eyes as if she was proud of it:

"Of course it's a miracle! His Majesty took pity on us for having to sleep outdoors in the cold winter, so he expanded the church several times so that the homeless people could at least have a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

Xia Zuo remained skeptical about the word "miracle", but when he heard what he had done, the expression on his face inevitably softened.

He was even more looking forward to meeting this person who was most likely to have a bright talent. However... if this person was a person with a talent, then Caesar's resurrection...

Thinking of this, his good mood suddenly disappeared.

"Don't think too much about it for now." He muttered to himself, "In this vast world, is there no talent that can bring the dead back to life? ... I don't believe it."

Even if it doesn't work this time, he will make plans after entering the Eastwood Prison for the Insane. If it still doesn't work, he will continue to look - until he successfully awakens the god.

At that time, as a priest who awakened the gods, he might be able to make a small request to revive his friend.

Thinking of this, Xia Zuo stood up again.

He looked around and found that this time seemed to be a special period of time. Many men and women with smiles on their faces walked briskly into the church. It was obvious that their mental state was even better than that of other marginal areas with better conditions.

He then followed them in.

——Suspended sculptures, stained glass, long-lasting osmanthus oracle, silver-decorated white clothes.

A fairyland-like place.

Before Xia Zuo finished reading, a blonde girl with white wings, wearing a white robe embroidered with silver patterns, walked in from the side door, accompanied by people's exclamations. She also had a gentle and calm smile on her face, and held an exquisite lyre in her arms.

She gently plucked the strings and sang a hymn. Her voice was ethereal and extremely infectious. Xia Zuo even felt that the piano had a hint of... spiritual soothing effect.

His "Priest" talent was already A-level, and his perception of similar talents had reached a subtle level. Naturally, he could see that the blonde girl did not use her talent, but the lyre in her hand seemed like an instrument used by gods. Even a mortal's casual plucking of it could create an exceptionally strange effect.

Xia Zuo has lived for more than ten years and has never seen such a device with special effects.

The sound of the piano and the singing calmed his heart. He listened for a while, then quietly left the main hall and went to explore deeper into the church.

There was no one guarding here, and no one seemed to think that anyone could desecrate the temple under the nose of God.

Of course, Xia Zuo is not here to do this.

"Are you looking for me?"

Suddenly, a compassionate and gentle voice sounded in his mind, clearly audible, and definitely not something that could be dismissed as an illusion.

Xia Zuo's pupils shrank and he quickly looked to his side, only to find that a black-haired priest had been standing here without him noticing.

He wore a platinum hood and a ceremonial robe of the same color. His black hair was loose and his eyes were covered with silver satin with the same pattern as his earrings. He just stood there quietly and silently, just like the sun in the sky. When you looked up, you would find that he was so dazzling and bright.

That is... the prophet?

Xia Zuo's eyes fell on his bare feet. After a pause, he couldn't help but ask, "...Aren't you cold?"

"I am not troubled by extreme heat or severe cold."

The black-haired priest's lips did not move, and the words were transmitted into his brain again.

All this seems to indicate an answer, an answer that is simply impossible.

The brown-haired boy opened his mouth, and finally asked: "Are you... a god?"

The prophet did not answer immediately, but looked at him calmly. When Xia Zuo felt as if he was being completely seen through, his voice rang softly again:

"You wish I was, didn't you?"

“…”

Xia Zuo certainly hopes so.

If he is, then it means that resurrecting a person is just a piece of cake for him. But Xia Zuo couldn't answer like that, because as a priest - even if he is not fully awakened, he knows very well that the real god is clearly sleeping.

So he couldn't... Even if the other party really had the ability to resurrect the dead, he couldn't admit that the other party was a god.

He is a priest and he can only acknowledge one true God.

Xia Zuo dug his nails into his flesh and took a deep breath to calm his congested brain.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear the prophet opposite him sigh softly, and then the other party walked towards him step by step.

He didn't know if it was because he was under too much pressure these days or missed his best friend too much, but he seemed to see that cold, black-haired boy with a bit of a bad taste walking towards him leisurely, as if he had never died.

A layer of mist covered his golden pupils, and Xia Zuo suddenly had trouble seeing things clearly.

The sigh kept lingering in his ears.

Because he had realized something.

He had realized... the ending.

The prophet, who showed compassion for all living things, stopped in front of him, bowed his head slightly, and looked into his eyes. The words came to his mind gently but unmistakably: "I see you coming with what you asked for. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Whatever your wish is, I can make it come true."

Xia Zuo's vision went dark.

He just felt the absurd feeling of fate playing a joke on him sweeping over his whole body.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard the voice continue to say, "Justified by faith. As long as you believe, you will receive it."

"——Then, will you believe it?"

The brown-haired boy lowered his head, clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and slowly closed his eyes.

He is a priest of the gods.

...Whether it's true or not, he won't believe it.