Alien world

Chapter 1589 Chapter 223. The Power of Faith
"Hey...it's so cold."

The cold rain poured into the lounge. Standing in front of the window, Annan, who had just taken off his wizard robe, rubbed his palms.

"The cold air in the north has become stronger..."

In previous years, it was the end of March when the weather was warm and flowers were blooming, but this year it was abnormally rainy and the weather became gloomy and cold.

Luo Xi, who was standing at the door of the lounge, was puzzled: "The snowy mountains have been turned into volcanoes by the demons, shouldn't it be hotter?"

"You don't understand it."

If it were Griffin, Annan would have the patience to explain things like severe convection. But a Muggle like Losey...his understanding of science is no different from Martin's, or even worse than Martin's.

March is almost over, and there is no good news. Whether it is the front line, the empire, myself, or Silver City.

What comforted him a little was that after the introduction of Tower Spirit Lilith, the City Lord's Mansion presented a vibrant and dynamic situation. The officials were more confident, no longer always wearing dark circles and bird's nest hair, and no longer looked like gunpowder that could be easily ignited.

Looking at the thriving City Lord's Mansion, Annan regretted why he didn't think of it earlier.

But it's no use thinking about it. The Mage Tower has only two or three floors, and Lilith is too busy to handle it. Even now, with so many people asking at the same time, it will take her a while to respond.

It is estimated that few forces would be so luxurious as to let the tower spirit handle government affairs.

Does this mean we are skipping the industrial age and the information age and entering the intelligent age ahead of time?
Finally, on the last day of March, an official hurried to the third floor.

"Lord Annan, someone is coming from Silver City!"

……

“Silver City…!”

Svent woke up with a start, and the damp, moldy, turbid air rushed into his nostrils again.

When did you accidentally fall asleep?
Svent got up and looked back. His sister was still lying on the bed. Her chest, covered with a thin blanket, was weak but still rising and falling.

Recalling what just happened, that voice was a bit fierce, not like a lady's...

He was a little afraid that he shouldn't answer.

"Well……"

Hearing his sister's unconscious groan of pain on the bed, Svent immediately put his fear behind him.

Anyone is fine, evil gods, demons, as long as they can save my sister...

After dawn, Svent stood in front of the bed and said to his unconscious sister, "Sister, have a good rest. I will continue to find a pastor for you."

But how could they help him in the Year of Troubles when all the priests had lost their power?

Svent went out before dawn every day and came back after dark, tired and embarrassed, but he got nothing, and his sister's condition was getting worse day by day. At first, she would wake up to drink some porridge, but later she would not wake up anymore, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

That day, Svent came back early, holding the hemp rope he bought with his last few copper coins.

He decided to strangle his sister and then hang himself.

The hemp rope was pressed against his sister's slender neck, gradually tightening, and Svent burst into tears.

"Sister, forgive me..."

Letting go of his hands, Svent fell back a few steps, with pain and numbness still on his face. He threw the hemp rope onto the beam and then put it around his neck.

He began to lack oxygen, snowflakes appeared in front of his eyes, and then it became hotter and hotter, and his body became lighter and lighter...

bang bang bang-

It seemed like someone was knocking on the door? Svent couldn't tell whether it was a hallucination of his near-death experience or something else, because thinking was becoming more and more...tiring...

Bang, bang, bang—bang!

The door was knocked open, and chaotic footsteps rushed into the room. A moment before he fainted, he heard the conversation of the intruders. "My brother and my seriously ill sister... It's him."

"Hurry up and save people!"

In a daze, Svent felt that he was being repeatedly manipulated and tossed around, and felt hot and cold.

Am I in hell?
"Of course you're not in hell, welcome to heaven, lucky boy."

Svent gradually woke up and saw a white-bearded old man leaving with a staff in his hand. Then he was washed clean by a group of aunts, changed into clean clothes that only nobles could wear, and taken to a palace-like luxurious place for dinner. His expression became dull because it was beyond his comprehension.

Finally, he was brought to a portal, and someone told him: "Lord of Free City, Holy Son of the Church of Fortune, Champion Warlock, Lord Annan Reeves wants to see you."

So many important people want to see you?

Normally, Svent would have nervously dug a hole in the ground with his toes, but now, he just moved slowly like a puppet through the portal and was taken to a lounge.

Standing in front of me was a boy who was about the same age as me. His appearance made me feel inferior to him, but his eyes were more beautiful than black gems.

"Your sister is fine now."

The moment he heard the sound, it was as if the bubble surrounding him suddenly burst, and everything from the outside world rushed in, and Svent woke up instantly.

“Your voice…”

Annan smiled warmly: "I was in a hurry and didn't know your name."

Svent prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead pressed against the spotless velvet carpet: "Great God, I am your Lamb!"

"Stand up, His Majesty Annan does not need you to kneel." The armored guard next to him shouted coldly.

"His Majesty?"

Annan glared at the outspoken Luo Xi and said gently, "I am the Holy Son. I heard your prayer that day and sent my men to Silver City to look for you. Luckily, we found you in time."

"Holy Son... Your Majesty, my sister..." Svent suddenly remembered what he had done, looked down at his hands, and trembled with fear.

"Don't worry, you didn't use much strength. She's still alive. But although she's fine now, she had a low-grade fever for too long, and she was malnourished. She needs to be nursed back to health for a while."

Annan said soothingly, looking at the equally thin boy: "Of course, you too."

The boy was overwhelmed by the love he had never felt since his parents died.

At this moment, the young boy decided to give his life for Annan.

The armored guard next to him spoke again, his tone much softer: "Lord Annan does not need you to sacrifice your life, he just needs you to live well."

Annan suddenly let out a light exclamation, because he saw a strand of milky white silk thread as thin as a hair floating out from the boy's body and entering his body.

Neither Losey nor the boy seemed to notice.

After asking the officials to settle the Svent siblings, Annan ran to find the Skeleton King.

"What you are talking about is most likely the power of faith." After listening to Annan's description, the Skeleton King said.

"The power of faith..."

Annan knew this, the essence of the gods: divinity and divine power. Divinity came from priesthood, and divine power came from the power of faith.

The Skeleton King asked Annan to check his divinity, and Annan did so, returning to the tree in the other world and entering into meditation.

The consciousness fell on the magic vortex, and a barely detectable white thread lingered outside the divinity, and it seemed to be getting closer to the magic vortex.

Annan has been staring at it for two months, it is definitely not an illusion.

So... because I responded to the believers and gained a ray of power of faith, the divinity is closer to me?

(End of this chapter)