Quadruple split.

Chapter 2708 Pastor Harry
Reverend Harry is a devout believer in the Sun. Although he is quite different from most believers, for example, he does not have a church where he can live stably, he never uses the Sun God magic to save lives, and he would probably lose his life if he encountered two or three random bandits, this does not prevent him from being a clergyman who is respected by adults and popular with children.

He would get up early every day and diligently clean the entire church with an almost obsessive-compulsive attitude. Then, while Father Allen presided over the service, he would go to the kitchen to bake pastries. Although the ingredients were just ordinary sugar and wheat flour, and the nutritional value was questionable, they were able to conquer the taste buds of every child.

In fact, even Father Allen, who usually had a stern face as if someone owed him millions of gold coins, quite admired Pastor Harry's skills. Although he hadn't praised the young man even once, he had started replacing his breakfast with the snacks that the children affectionately called 'Harry's Cookies' these past two days.

Besides baking, Reverend Harry has an endless supply of stories. He knows which princess each prince will seduce, understands the weaknesses of each evil lord, and knows what kind of ending children yearn for. Since his arrival, parents who used to worry about keeping their kids from running wild in the streets have breathed a sigh of relief. The reason is simple: if the church didn't provide lunch and Father Allen didn't chase people away, the little ones would even stay at the church to hear Reverend Harry's stories.

Moreover, besides his culinary skills and silver tongue, Reverend Harry is also proficient in a variety of musical instruments. He can not only play melodious tunes on his lute, but also use readily available materials such as wood, carving knives, animal sinew, and linen to create all sorts of instruments that produce pleasant sounds.

Admittedly, the instruments had ordinary and unreliable tones, but even so, three musically gifted children had already mastered the basics and were able to play pieces such as "Pinch Your Hips," "The Pig-Headed Man's Wedding," "Diesel Plateau," and "Red Earth Plateau" fluently.

In the end, he was even able to teach children to read with unbelievable efficiency. Although his examples and memory techniques were quite unusual, it must be admitted that now all the children who like to come to church (that is, all the children) can write their own and their parents' names fluently.

“To be honest, Potter.”

Appearing silently behind Harry, who was flipping through "Karak's Potions Notebook," Father Alan Karak lowered his eyes and said in a cryptic tone, "With your abilities, I don't think any church would be so blind as to turn you away."

“There’s nothing I can do, Father Allen. After all, I’m just a lousy clergyman who has never been favored by my Lord.”

Harry gently closed the notebook in front of him, turned to the gloomy, hook-nosed priest, and shrugged. "You know, even the most talentless ordinary person, as long as they are devout enough, can gradually master the essentials of the [Sunfire Technique] after converting to our Lord. Even if they can't break through to the intermediate level in their entire life, they are still much better than a piece of trash like me."

Father Allen gave a soft hum and said in a low voice, "In that case, may I take it as you not being truly devout, Mr. Potter?"

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Harry sighed and said with a wry smile, "Although I consider myself to have the utmost reverence for my Lord, even to the point of being beyond measure, I can only represent myself and cannot understand the thoughts of other believers. So even if you ask me this... I cannot confidently tell you 'I am very devout,' although I really want to say so."

"Utterly meaningless rhetoric."

Father Allen's gaze remained gloomy, but the corners of his mouth seemed to soften a little more than before. He then calmly said, "But I can tell you that there have indeed been many great clergymen in history who, despite their entire lives, were unable to use divine magic properly, even though they were all outstanding martyrs."

Harry immediately broke into a wide smile and said, "Thank you, Father Allen, I feel much better now."

Allen gave a slight smile: "I think you've been in a pretty good mood the whole time."

"That's just how it looks. After all, even if I'm frowning every day, I can't change the fact that I can't use divine magic, and it will also make other people unhappy."

Harry gave a bright, cheerful smile and shook his head, saying, "Why bother?"

"You are open-minded."

Alan shook his head noncommittally, then turned his gaze to the notebook in Harry's hand: "How's the research going?"

"Uh……"

Harry shook his head somewhat awkwardly and chuckled, "I'm not quite getting it, but Father Allen, your handwriting is truly beautiful, and your nickname 'Prince of the Sun' is quite cool."

"..."

Allen's gaze narrowed slightly, and he noticed the brief signature 'Prince of the Blazing Sun' on the corner of the notebook's cover. His lips, which were almost pressed into a line, revealed a hint of murderous intent.

Harry looked at the hook-nosed man who had suddenly fallen silent with some curiosity, and hesitated before asking, "Father Allen?"

My family was quite poor when I was a child.

After a long while, Father Allen took a deep breath and said in an even colder tone than before, "The laptops were all second-hand, so it's not surprising that there are some strange marks on them."

Harry nodded in agreement and chuckled, "I see. But I do think that nickname is pretty cool. Come to think of it, I had one like that when I was younger too!"

Alan remained silent, simply watching Harry calmly, but a hint of wanting to grind the half-elf before him to dust gradually appeared in his eyes.

However, he ultimately didn't make a move. He merely glanced at Harry and asked casually, "Planning to stay?"

"Eh?"

Harry paused for a moment, then scratched his cheek and chuckled dryly, "I thought you hated me, Father Allen."

"I simply felt that if you chose to stay, my life would be much easier."

Father Allen walked slowly to the bookshelf, carefully looking through each book as he said without turning his head, "I'm not good at dealing with kids; there are just too many children in White Mountain City."

Harry grinned and said merrily, "I quite enjoy playing with kids. It reminds me of when I was a kid. I even gave myself a nickname, 'Mysterious Demon,' which was pretty cool."

Father Allen's gaze sharpened again, but in the end, he abandoned the idea of ​​sending the 'Mysterious Demon' back to Tisu's embrace because he didn't really want to kill anyone. He asked again, "So, are you planning to stay?"

"forget it."

As expected, Harry shook his head, and although not very decisively, he answered clearly enough: "I prefer to walk around and see more than to stay in one place."

Allen narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Perhaps you're better suited to be a bard, Potter."

"Actually, I initially planned to settle down in a church."

Harry clicked his tongue and said with a wry smile, "As a result, because I can't use divine magic, I think people might not like me very much. But that's understandable. After all, as a follower of our Lord, being unable to master our Lord's divine magic is indeed a bit too much for our sect."

Allen made a nasal sound without commenting, and didn't say anything more.

"As for studying stories and musical instruments, and researching how to teach children to read and write, it's all because I feel unpopular and want to find another way to gain recognition from others."

Harry leaned back in his chair, tilted his head to look at Father Allen's expressionless profile, and chuckled, "I never expected that we'd just keep walking like this, and now I'm actually starting to like this feeling."

"You don't need to tell me these things."

Allen shook his head and said coldly, "Even so, I don't recommend you continue north. It's been quite chaotic there lately, and someone like you could easily die if you go there rashly." Harry blinked, curiously asking, "Chaotic? Why?"

"I don't know, and I'm not interested."

Allen casually pulled out another notebook, tossed it to Harry, and said nonchalantly, "Anyway, if you don't want to die, change course and head south, or go west if you want."

“Yes, Father Allen.”

Harry instinctively reached out and caught the notebook Allen tossed to him, asking curiously, "What's this...?"

"Some things I no longer need."

Allen glanced at Harry indifferently and said in a calm tone, "While I can't guarantee it will work, you can give it a try. Perhaps... even if you are not favored by the Lord we believe in, as long as you are willing to follow His 'way,' you will still have the opportunity to spread His glory."

Upon hearing this, Harry's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly looked up at Father Allen, who had already looked away: "This..."

Puff-!
Before Harry could finish speaking, he trembled as if struck by lightning, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

"Ok?"

Father Allen narrowed his eyes and then slightly raised his right hand.

Without warning, Harry, who was about to crash to the ground, froze in mid-air before slowly falling to the ground. Although it looked like he was sleeping and it must have been a bit uncomfortable, at least he was out of the risk of suffering a severe concussion on the spot.

What's wrong with Potter...?

Although he had long suspected that Harry was acting strangely, Father Allen, who was still surprised by this scene, frowned and slowly walked to the young priest who had fallen to the ground, kneeling down to observe his condition.

Breath, body, lungs, heart, and meridians are all normal.

Since that's the case—

Allen raised his right hand, his index finger brushing across his eyes. In the next instant, his deep black eyes turned pure gold, illuminating the entire room in a flash.

However, less than half a second later, Allen suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes and fell to the ground. His slightly sallow face was filled with horror. When he lowered his hand with trembling hands, two lines of dark blood tears flowed from his eyes, which had turned black again.

But this is just the beginning!
"Damn it."

Realizing something was wrong, Allen immediately lit two flames in his eye sockets, blinding himself to the point of near permanent blindness. He then rushed to a nearby desk, took out a dark green potion from a hidden compartment, and drank it down without hesitation.

And so, Father Alan Clark died.

Strictly speaking, he was undoubtedly dead within ten seconds of taking the drug, and was brought back to life in the eleventh second thanks to the neutralizing agent that had been implanted in his body beforehand.

In this way, he deceived death, and also that faint, almost non-existent reflection derived from a certain concept.

“I was originally planning to ask you for an explanation, Potter.”

Glancing at Harry lying not far from him, Alan forced a dry, uneasy laugh—a laugh he hadn't given in decades—filled with trepidation.

"But now I've changed my mind. In any case, I don't intend to have anything to do with you anymore."

……

at the same time
A dream of stars, a desolate wilderness of fallen stars.

"here it is……"

Mo Tan, who had been using the pseudonym 'Harry Potter' for the past few days, suddenly opened his eyes, then sprang to his feet. His right hand instinctively reached for his bag to pull out a weapon, only to find nothing.

【Oh haha~】

Without showing much surprise, Mo Tan, who was inwardly sighing, raised his right hand, touched the glasses on his nose, and said with a sudden realization, "So that's how it is, I'm Frank."

He casually took the lute off his back, held it in his arms, and strummed a few notes of "Eighteen Touches" before observing his surroundings, but found nothing.

In this place, some distance from the Sun Church in White Mountain City, there was only an endless black field and a distorted, unpredictable starry sky overhead.

but--

"It's so beautiful."

Frank Hughes looked up at the distorted sky above and uttered this exclamation from the bottom of his heart.

In the next instant, countless stars simultaneously burst into a dazzling display of light, attempting to obscure the celestial canopy that could drive Father Allen to suicide on the spot and distort and assimilate anyone.

The bad news is that even these myriad starbursts cannot conceal the deep, abyss-like distorted night sky behind them, nor can they stop that appalling concept from overflowing from all directions.

The good news is that the terrifying force did not touch Frank Hughes; instead, it seemed to come alive and 'slid' past him from both sides.

Almost at the same time, a slender figure appeared in front of Frank Hughes, standing precisely in the 'blind spot' where the concept had forcibly separated him.

Then--

Diana then threw herself into Frank Hughes' arms and kissed him.

'I miss you so much'.

Chapter 2699: The End