Alien world

Chapter 1504 Chapter 138. Believers' Wish
With the help of the faint moonlight, Annan could vaguely see that the person lying beside him had a figure that could not be covered by the robe, was a circle taller than the princess, and had a natural fragrance...

Elf mentor?

Irelanze was sleeping soundly, hugging his arms, with a little baby fat on his cheeks. The pointed ears behind his hair trembled, and he murmured softly in his sleep: "No, I can't eat anymore..."

"What can't you eat?"

"Lots of berries..."

Annan felt relieved and then brought it up again.

The elf mentor is sleeping next to him...what about the princess?
Annan turned his head and looked around, then found the princess curled up on the ground next to the recliner and sleeping soundly.

"Irelanzer!"

……

The elf mentor lowered his head and knelt in front of Annan.

Annan stood in front of her and accused loudly: "The princess is stupid, and you still bully her!"

"Who let her climb onto the bed?"

"What, what bed? There is no bed!" Annan looked up with a red face in panic, and made sure that the third... fourth person didn't hear him. "Why don't you bring the princess up!"

Irelanze did as he was told, carried the princess back to the recliner, and then lay down in it himself.

"What are you doing?" Annan was stunned.

"I can't bear to see you hugging another woman, why don't I hug her while sleeping!"

Annan was speechless in rebuttal. Francois once said that two beauties hugging each other was the most beautiful sight in the world. He sneered at that time, but now it seems true...

"Would you like to join in, dear?"

At this time, Yilanze hooked his finger at Annan, and patted the palm-sized space behind his buttocks, which was more lustful than a succubus.

Annan blushed and changed the subject: "I thought the elves would hang on the trees."

"That's a bat."

"You tied yourselves to the branches with vines?"

"That's a dark elf."

"You have learned too much knowledge." Annan knocked his head, not looking at Irilanze, but observing the situation of the princess.

The noise just now did not wake the princess. Her sleeping face was like a windless meadow, peaceful and beautiful.

It's worth being happy that she has learned to "sleep". Maybe after a while, she will be able to express herself and even speak...

"You guys should rest."

Annan said as he squatted down to tie his boot laces.

"Where are you going?"

"A diligent lord gets up later than his subjects and goes to bed earlier than his subjects." Annan looked into the distance and saw the streets in the city were lit in an orderly manner.

"Have you ever seen Liberty City at four in the morning?"

……

Annan has many qualities that Olmedo admires.

For example, can make money, kind, can make money, sincere, can make money, treat people well, can make money, not overestimate one's ability, can make money, etc...

The part she admired most was his ability to make money... no, it was his humility: Annan was never like those annoying blond nobles who always said "no one knows better than me", acting like they could do anything, but actually could do nothing.

Only a rude businessman would use this trick to put pressure on partners and competitors by praising himself and profit in the subsequent negotiations.

The real aristocrats are all slandered, assassinated, bribed... but that's getting off topic.

Annan was brave enough to ask questions. If he encountered something he didn't understand, he would ask professionals. There was nothing shameful about that. Annan was a little concerned about the foggy dreams that had lasted for two consecutive days. He thought that since the strange dream happened after the baptism and there was an obvious call, Archbishop Tomac might know something.

When they arrived at the embassy, ​​the Crusaders said that the archbishop was resting and asked Annan to wait in the hall first.

Annan sat in the hall and waited for a few minutes before Archbishop Tomac appeared.

"Son of God, you know I'm an old man, right?" Without the divinity in the eyes of outsiders, Tomac complained like an ordinary old man as soon as he appeared. He was forced to accompany the young man to talk about things at four in the morning.

"Sorry, can I come back during the day?" Annan made a move to get up.

"You mean waking me up in the middle of the night and telling me it's okay?"

The two men, one old and one young, laughed. The archbishop sat on the sofa and asked, "Son, do you have any questions?"

"Well, after I was baptized the day before yesterday, I had a strange dream for two consecutive days..."

Annan recounted the person who called him in his dream.

Halfway through the conversation, Archbishop Tomac asked in doubt, "Can you hear the prayers?"

"Pray?"

"God's saints or blessed spokespersons will hear the believers' prayers, but..." Archbishop Tomac's wrinkled face showed deep shock, "But we have lost contact with the kingdom of the gods. Without divine power, we can no longer hear the believers' calls..."

Annan thought about the little bit of divinity he had picked up from Lord Raymond. Could it be that it was causing trouble?
But he was a little conflicted. The Blue Dragon Chief had solemnly warned Annan not to let anyone know, and Annan didn't even tell Olmedo and the others.

Archbishop Tomac saw Annan's tangled face and laughed, "It seems that our Holy Son also has his own secrets."

Annan smiled sheepishly: "I'm not sure yet, the voice is too vague..."

If all prayers were like this, the bishops before the Year of Troubles would have had nothing to do but open a detective agency and spend all day investigating clues.

"Holy Son, this is a good thing, don't run away from it." The archbishop spoke sincerely.

"Good thing?"

"Listen to the believer's prayers, fulfill his requests, and you will gain the power of faith offered by the believer."

"What is the use of the power of faith?"

"It is the spark of divine power." At this point, the Archbishop stared at Annan deeply and used honorifics: "Perhaps... you will become the only being in the main plane who can obtain divine power."

"I remember that the evil gods also have this kind of power?"

"The power of the evil gods comes from divinity.

"Divinity and divine power are not the same thing?"

After all, in the common language, the syllables of these two words are almost the same.

"Divinity is related to your rank, and divine power determines your strength."

"Can you put it more simply?" Annan asked tentatively, "Just think of me as a little boy that the priest just picked up from the outside. It's okay!"

"Uh……"

Archbishop Tomac was too old to accept Annan's hellish joke. He smiled bitterly and said, "Divinity is the planks that make up the barrel, and divine power is the water in the barrel. Before the Years of Troubles, we could use our bodies as containers to store water, and obtain water through prayer and blessings, but the body is still a body, not a container. So after the Years of Troubles, the priests were the first to lose their power..."

"I understand."

So having a little bit of divinity in yourself is like having an extra bowl in your hand?

"One more question, who or where is Darien?"

"I don't remember a place called this that's related to the church." Archbishop Tomac shook his head. "I will mobilize the church to investigate."

"Son, don't worry. It's probably not a coincidence that you can hear the prayer. It will appear again next time."

"I think so too."

(End of this chapter)