The comic will said quietly: "I saw that some readers have already connected Christine and Kleist."

Xizel raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and said nothing.

Comic Will: "...To be honest, I really don't understand your script now."

"Let's read the analysis on the forum." The black-haired young man changed the subject lightly, his expression calm.

As expected, a whole episode after the new character appeared, there were suddenly more analysis posts about him on the forum.

Some people guess their combat power, some guess their identity, and some guess their subsequent development.

[Xia Zuo x Christian plot car/Xia Ting/Xia A Ting O]

...As for these couples in boys' comics, Xizel has become skilled at ignoring them.

He didn't understand what basis comic readers used to judge the top and bottom, but fortunately he had no emotions, no hormones, and no love cells - no matter if the other person was a man or a woman.

He can't even act.

Xizel skipped the posts that were of no use to him and turned to the extension and summary of his own abilities. After finding that they were almost the same as what he had set, he closed the forum.

If readers can summarize his approximate abilities, it means that his ability settings are roughly logical and do not need to be modified.

The "dead" Cesare Crest had the talent "Pilgrimage Offering" and the plundering talent "Still Life Manipulation".

When he rebuilt the entire church, he used his ability to manipulate still life to reassemble the church according to his own wishes. Although it was spectacular, it was also very laborious.

When the focus of the camera came to him, these two abilities could no longer be used at will in order to prevent being exposed, so he conceived the ability of the vest at the beginning and made some attempts on the identity characteristics of the agent.

——Sure enough, as an agent, he can have exclusive divine powers after his bloodline is fully awakened.

In the process of preaching, he can use the faith of believers to perform miracles on behalf of God.

At the moment when the gods are asleep, the way these beliefs operate is no longer for the gods to take over and then grant divine power to agents to perform miracles, but rather the conversion of the divine power transformed by the beliefs is completed directly within the agents' bodies.

Of course, the specific abilities temporarily transformed by faith are all one-time, and the excess will be returned to Caesar, and the shortage will be replenished by Caesar.

After figuring this out, Xizel smoothly used the unique abilities of the agent's priesthood as the talents of his new identity - although Xia Zuo might find something wrong after the high priest's priesthood is fully awakened in the future, by that time, what he wanted to do would have been done.

The comic book will that watched all this: "..."

He shouldn't be the agent! How did the gods choose people this time?!

Logically speaking, Manga Will should be a winner with such a partner, but every time it sees the black-haired boy's evil actions, it can't help but sincerely hope that he will fail.

"Your Majesty!"

Christine looked up and saw that Mol had folded his wings far away from him. Then he walked all the way to him, looking a little nervous: "Your Majesty, we can do these tasks."

Is this a hint for him to stop working so hard?

"Don't worry, I'm fine." The black-haired prophet said gently: "It is my responsibility to protect them."

Moore nodded.

Then she set her sights on Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo: “…”

But in front of Christine, Moer didn't say anything. When the black-haired prophet disappeared from her sight, she asked, "What happened?"

Xia Zuo scratched his head: "A gift holder wanted to kill an ordinary person, and Christine suddenly appeared to protect him. Also, on the way back, an accident happened again."

When the blonde girl heard this, a hint of sadness involuntarily appeared on her face.

"Are you taking the blame for someone else again... Your Majesty?"

She was really afraid that one day His Majesty's human body would be damaged beyond repair, and then he would return to the unreachable heaven, and she would never be able to see her God again, just as desperate as she was before she met His Majesty.

but……

She looked at Xia Zuo and quickly returned to her normal self: "How many gift holders are here in the dense forest?"

"Three." Xia Zuo answered affirmatively, "They are all quite strong. They probably won't act rashly for a while now."

"Are you acting rashly?" Moore sneered, "James will be back tomorrow. I want to kill him while he's sick."

Xia Zuo: “…”

He retreated slightly, imperceptibly.

As expected, each of the gifted holders in the church was much more brutal than him.

Perhaps only when facing Christine and believers of the same faith as them would they show their gentle and holy side. The rest of the time, they were full of murderous intent.

Well, these are the basic qualities of people living in deserted areas.

"Mr. Freeman, could you please go and check on His Majesty for us?" Moore thought of Christine and became worried again: "We can't be without him here."

But they could not overstep their authority, and could only trouble Xia Zuo because he seemed to have a good relationship with His Majesty - although they were jealous, they were still willing to use this relationship to ensure His Majesty's safety.

"Of course." Xia Zuo nodded, smiled, and said sincerely: "I think he will understand your intentions. You are all very good people."

But...the relationship between Christine and him might not be as good as More thought.

He felt that Christine's attitude towards everyone was the same, but he was not her... believer, so when facing him, there was no sense of distance brought by the strong respect, which was why in the eyes of others, he had a good relationship with Christine.

Xia Zuo still went upstairs.

...? Why is there no door here?

So how does Christine usually get in?

Xia Zuo was shocked.

The next moment, the snow-white wall in front of him automatically opened up, forming the shape of a door, revealing a black-haired prophet behind who seemed to have anticipated his arrival.

"How amazing!" Xia Zuo looked at the scene curiously: "Is it some kind of mechanism?"

He hasn't thought about talent yet.

No, it’s “still life manipulation”.

But Xizel obviously wouldn't say this in front of Xia Zuo. He didn't answer the brown-haired boy's question, but turned around and said, "Come in."

Xia Zuo followed in obediently.

——The room where the black-haired prophet lived was not big, with three French windows facing different directions, a common shape in churches. Xia Zuo could almost imagine the scene of the black-haired prophet wearing a platinum priest's robe, standing here and looking down calmly.

There was no bed, but there was an exquisite wooden bookshelf stretching along the wall, on which were placed many books, some new and some old. Most of them looked a little damaged, but were neatly put away without any disgust.

"There are books in the deserted areas, too." Perhaps because Xia Zuo's gaze lingered for too long, the black-haired prophet's voice rang in his mind: "There are always some book lovers who can't put down their books no matter where they are. Isn't that right?"

Although they have tried their best to protect them, these books certainly cannot be preserved properly when they are overwhelmed.

After the black-haired prophet took the books, he carefully cared for them and then put them on his own bookshelf.

For some reason, Xia Zuo was silent for a moment, then he showed a not very relaxed smile and said softly: "It seems that everyone I know likes reading very much."

The black-haired prophet seemed to turn his head to look at him: "This is a good habit."

Xia Zuo changed the subject: "Christine... don't you sleep?"

"There don't seem to be any beds here."

The black-haired prophet did not answer immediately, but came to the window.

Just as Xia Zuo imagined, he looked into the bustling crowd in the distance. Even though his eyes were blocked, people could feel the gentleness and compassion in his eyes through his temperament.

"I can hear their cries and prayers, Freeman."

He placed his hand on the glass, and the voice that reached Xia Zuo's brain was gentle and ethereal:

"I can't sleep."

“……”Can’t fall asleep?

Xia Zuo pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment.

Yes, if he were in Christine's position, listening to people's suffering day and night, whether he opened his eyes or closed them, he would hear the shrill and desperate wails...

How could he sleep peacefully with all this pain?

He can't see, can't speak, and can only use other methods to replace vision and language. Perhaps this is the restriction and punishment given to him by the gods, the price he has to pay for prying into the secrets of heaven. But he can't plug his ears and abandon these ordinary people who are in purgatory on earth.

Can such a person really not be called a god?

Xia Zuo suddenly understood why those people believed in him so fanatically.

When God came to the world, He should have been pure and innocent, but He was willing to be guilty of all kinds of sins.

"...Ordinary people in the wasteland have the most miserable lives," Xia Zuo realized something, "This is why you came to the wasteland in the first place."

"Who are you, Christian?" The brown-haired boy looked at him in confusion, his eyes blank. "If this ability falls into the hands of someone with bad intentions, the result will be completely different."

That person will be more powerful, but he will not really consider ordinary people at all.

The brilliance of Christine does not lie in his ability, but in the fact that he is a good person.

The black-haired prophet tilted his head and seemed to smile.

"It's a secret, Freeman. Where you come from and where you go are sometimes not that important."

Xia Zuo nodded in agreement, exhaled, and smiled: "Well, you are right."

Why should we be so depressed and full of worries?

He is a young man and he has the opportunity to enjoy his journey. As long as he goes in the right general direction, why should he care and worry so much?

When Caesar first appeared, didn't he ask about his background?

"Are you feeling better now?" The brown-haired boy seemed to be more energetic. When he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his visit to Christine: "Although listening is passive, we all hope that you can have a good rest."

"Of course I'll be fine." The black-haired prophet smiled, "But, Mol should already be preparing for a counterattack. After his physical defects were made up, this child has shown a distinct personality."

He turned around and took out a few blueprints from the bookshelf: "Please give these to Mol."

Xia Zuo agreed readily.

The Comic Will was silent for a moment: "...Isn't this blueprint the one you gave to Ben in the Eastwood Prison? How do you still have it?"

...and, when Xia Zuo enters Eastwood, will he really not feel strange?