only god

Chapter 139 God, I Will Believe in You

The time for the old priest's death has finally come.

The slaves in the cell were all crying for the old man, and hearts made of flesh and blood were immersed in a sad atmosphere.

During these days in prison, the slaves have been enduring the torment of hunger, thirst, and suffering. It was the passionate voice of the old priest and the legends he told that supported them.

The morning came quietly, and the old priest stopped telling the stories to the slaves. He had already finished telling the stories he wanted to tell.

Looking at the opposite cell, the old man comforted the souls of these suffering people.

"I'm too old to live for a few more years, even without the death penalty."

The voice of the old priest was weak and gentle,
"You are like my children to me and I thank God for allowing me to meet you."

Norn looked straight at the old priest, tears welling in his eyes.

The old priest knelt on the ground. He smiled at Norn, then closed his eyes, silently put his hands together, his face was full of tranquility.

Sunlight filtered through the tiny windows of the cell and fell into the darkness.

The old priest lowered his head, facing the beam of light.

"Oh God,
can i hold your hand

lead us into the miracle of life,
Allow us to hear the divine voice,
Save us, don't teach us to perish.

Lord, I love you. "

The old priest recited the prayer he had written softly. The time of his death was approaching, and he could do nothing but pray to God for the final peace.

The slaves knelt down on the ground in unison. They put their palms together, followed the old priest, prayed to God in a low voice, and made the last prayer for the old priest.

What saddened them most was that they were now to be parted from the old priest, forever.

Norn knelt down too, softly reciting the prayers that the old priest had chanted.

This tenacious, forbearing, and calm prayer touched the heart of the young man.

After praying, the old priest opened his eyes and saw their skin and bones covered with hunger, and his heart was filled with pain.

Time was quickly approaching dusk, and on this day, the ministers in the palace stepped into the prison.

So many people were imprisoned, and the stench was so strong that the minister had to hold his nose and go inside.

Led by the jailer, the minister walked to the old priest's cell and glanced at the kneeling prisoner in disgust.

The old priest raised his eyelids calmly.

"The queen ordered me to come and ask you, what is your last wish?"

asked the minister.

In his eyes, the old priest was the culprit who killed the king.

The old priest had long stopped arguing. He raised his eyes, looked at the minister, and then looked at the other cells.

The slaves all gathered in front of the prison door, staring straight at the old priest who was about to be taken to the execution ground.

Seeing those people, the old priest squirmed his lips and said slowly:
"Give them bread and water."

The minister was stunned for a moment, then he turned his head and saw a group of stone slaves who were as hungry as ghosts.

He didn't expect that the old priest's dying wish was so simple.

The minister turned and walked out of the prison to report to the queen, and a short time later several jailers came in with large baskets of bread and buckets of water.

Under the watchful eye of the old priest, a piece of fast-drying bread and bowls of clear well water were distributed to the slaves. The slaves who had been starving for many days devoured the well water one after another.

The old priest looked at them and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Norn dragged the water bowl in his hand, looked at the old priest, his lips twitched, but he didn't know what to say.

The old priest just said:

"Drink, boy, drink, that is the water I begged for you."

Norn nodded emphatically as he sipped from the well water in his bowl.

"The old priest..."

He looked at the old man who had gone through vicissitudes before him, and said in a trembling voice:
"After I go out, I will go to the desert. I must go to the desert. I will go through that place to find the hometown you mentioned."

It was like a statement, but also like a promise at the time of parting.

Hearing Norn's words, the old priest was not surprised, just nodded and smiled.

Those old eyes looked straight at Norn.

"Non, are you ready?"

Norn opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

The old priest spoke first:

"Don't tell me that I am dying, you have to tell God, the Lord who saved."

Norn froze for a moment, then knelt down and put his hands together.

The old priest looked at Nuo En with relief, he bowed his head, and prayed the last prayer for the young man's next life.

The sunlight that fell into the dark prison through the cell window was extremely soft.

A short time later, the minister entered the cell, surrounded by guards.

When the slaves realized something, they became excited in an instant and rushed to the prison door.

Weeping, shouting, and cursing at the guards, they warned the guards not to take the old priest away.

But it didn't help, the cage blocked them and imprisoned these stone slaves.

The old priest's cell door was slowly opened, and the old and frail body stood up slowly.

The guards were about to take his hand, and the old priest made a final request to the minister.

"Let me approach them and have a word with them."

The minister immediately fell into hesitation.

After a while, he nodded slowly.

"Let's go."

The guard released the old priest and watched as he approached the slaves in the cell.

The old priest hugged these stone slaves across the cell, and he regarded them as his own children, and tears kept falling at this moment.

Finally, the old priest came to Norn, and after embracing him, kissed the young man's forehead.

"Go, boy, go on your journey.

I have a hunch

Nothing can limit you, nothing can imprison you. "

Norn's tears flowed down, he couldn't say anything, he could only listen to the old priest's last words silently,

"Like the elves led by Doriath,
people who lost their homeland,

After all, it is to find faith and return to the mountain where God once stood. "

After finishing his final instructions, the old priest got up and left the cell. No one could catch him, no one could keep him.

"Goodbye, I will never see you again."

The guards escorted the old priest, and his figure gradually faded away, disappearing in front of the eyes of the slaves.

As dusk passed, the night poured into the cell, and the time came to midnight unknowingly.

After the slaves cried, they fell silent at this moment, and the whole prison was filled with sadness.

Norn was sitting in front of the prison door, and there were breathing sounds everywhere, and the exhausted slaves fell into a deep sleep.

He knew that the old priest was dead.

But he felt that the words of the old priest still lingered in his heart.

Norn remembered a story.

The old priest once said that the prophet Al went through untold hardships and came to the top of the mountain to ask God for answers about death.

"The true spirit must come alive from here on."

Norn whispered the words, over and over.

He didn't cry, just clasped his hands together.

He didn't know what awakened his long-lost faith.

Maybe it's the death of the old priest, maybe it's the bowl of well water in hunger and thirst, or maybe it's the flowing blood of Logos.

Anyway, anyway...

An inescapable force filled his heart.

"god,

I would like to believe you. "

Angels of the Kingdom of God,
You don't know yet,

Earth,
There is a child who wants to find the hometown for the suffering people and bring back the faith for thousands of people in the world.

　20 words in 17 days, the monthly ticket is too ruthless, I miss the days when the daily update was [-].

　　
　
(End of this chapter)