The red moon returns

Chapter 517 Divine Grace
"cough!"

After realizing that he had stood up, he was in a daze for at least two minutes in front of everyone. Lynch coughed dryly, straightened his hat, shook his suit, and put on a serious expression.

"Nothing, I just listened to the advice from the dark night and praised the quiet night."

"Ok?"

Archbishop Trilles took two steps back, looked Lynch up and down, and suddenly his expression became stern. He took two more steps back and bowed deeply to Lynch.

Following his movement, the men in black robes in the darkness also bowed. In a blink of an eye, only Lynch and Chairman Ole, who looked surprised, were still standing upright in the corridor of the church.

"Praise the mysterious night, praise the favor of the night."

"Praise the mysterious night, praise the favor of the night."

Trinless took the lead in chanting praises, followed by many black-robed people who chanted in unison. With the hymn-like praises, a sacred atmosphere echoed in the corridor. Lynch and the chairman seemed to have realized something, and they also subconsciously touched their chests and bowed their heads, slightly bowing towards the void. At this moment, the church was clearly filled with hymns of praise, but it seemed solemn and silent, contradictory, but unified.

Just like a gentle breeze at night, blowing softly through the corridor, everyone's heart is filled with peace and tranquility, as if they have returned to their childhood, lying in the cradle and listening to the lullaby sung gently by their mother.

The breeze had blown through the corridor, and true silence had returned to the church, but everyone still maintained their original posture, lingeringly savoring the rare tranquility in this chaotic world.

It was unknown how long it had been before Lin Qi let out a sigh of relief and woke up from his aftertaste. He looked up and found that the people around him were also waking up one after another, but everyone was looking at him with strange eyes.

"Welcome, follower of the Crimson Moon." Trinless's smile became more and more strange, and his attitude became obviously more respectful. He slowly drew a five-pointed star on his chest with his fingers, and said in a low and powerful voice, "Welcome, darling of the Silent Night."

Lynch was stunned and realized something was wrong.

"Yes, child, the Lord Himself has left a mark of grace on you, an honor that only the most devout servants of faith can receive. In more than seventy years, I have never seen the Lord's grace on anyone outside the church. You are the only exception."

The old man smiled kindly and said softly:

"I can still remember the first time I saw you. You stood stupidly in the crowd, your eyes full of confusion and fear. Haha, I remember you scared me when you said you didn't have any faith. Even if I used all my prophecy-like secrets, I probably couldn't have imagined that one day you would appear in front of me in your current form. I felt quite sorry that I couldn't bring you into the church at that time. It wasn't until I was sure that you would follow the Crimson Moon that I realized that everything happened for a reason."

Lynch frowned slightly, tasting Trinlais's attitude: "So, what I got is not an ordinary mark from the gods?"

"ordinary?"

The corners of Trilles' mouth twitched slightly, which made Lynch worried about his blood pressure.

"Well, I also have several marks on my body, although they are all from evil gods." "Child, there is no ordinary mark from the Supreme Being. What's more, you did not get an ordinary mark, but the highest level of divine grace. I just said that even in the church, only the most devout followers can receive this honor. It seems that you don't understand the meaning of 'most'."

"Hiss... the Pope?"

"Yes, this is a divine grace that only the Pope is qualified to receive, but now it appears on a pagan. Do you know what this means? It means that from now on you will always be the most distinguished guest in the church, and any request of yours will not be rejected as long as it does not damage the glory of the Lord." Trinless sighed deeply and said enviously, "So child, can you satisfy my curiosity and tell me what you have done to win the favor of the Lord and grant you unprecedented grace?"

Hmm? What do I say?
I said that your old aunt pulled me into a dream, and we had a lot of verbal attacks, and then she kicked me back because I gave her a nickname?
Let’s not talk about whether you believe what I said or not. If I really dare to say this, you will be the first one who wants to kill me.

Lin Qi did not dare to test whether this result would come true, and could only smile awkwardly: "The crimson moonlight always shines in the night sky. Following the footsteps of the red moon, I will be fearless in the night."

"I see. I think I understand what happened now." The Archbishop nodded meaningfully. "Then I wish you good luck. May the crimson moonlight shine upon this world once again."

"Thank you." Lin Qi smiled, "So, this advent-level wonder..."

"The Lord has sent down an oracle. We will fully cooperate with you in this matter. You don't have to worry about its safety. We will discuss the protection matters with Mr. Chairman and do our best to protect its safety."

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Haha, don't worry, kid. Although there was a problem when transporting Red Moon's memories before, that was because we were caught off guard and were secretly plotted against, and it was transported in the wild. Now it has entered the Lord's territory. If we lose it again, it would be too embarrassing. So don't worry. With Mr. Chairman in charge, I guarantee that nothing will go wrong in a few days. But do you just need to keep it? What are you going to do with it?"

"I'm not sure about the details. I only know that this thing can be used to cure the plague, but I have no idea about the specific principles and methods, as well as whether it is effective against the occult plague. I still need to discuss it with Ms. Nightingale. After all, their church is the birthplace of this thing, and maybe they can provide some reference. But before that, I would like to borrow a safe place from you to read it in depth."

"Are you sure?" The Archbishop was quite surprised. "I've heard that your inspiration and will are both very strong, but this is an Advent-level artifact after all. It's too dangerous to read it directly."

"I know, so I didn't plan to finish it all at once. I'll just divide it into several readings. Well, I think about ten hours should be enough."

"Huh? Have you considered reading it all at once? And can it be divided into ten hours? That means two or three intervals. Are you sure your mind can withstand such a severe shock?" The archbishop felt his blood pressure rising again. He took a few deep breaths and said, "And I'm not talking about the filthy mental shock. All the descending-level wonders contain the scattered divine power. There is no difference between reading it directly and looking directly at the Supreme. Are you ready to look directly at the Supreme?"

"I know. It's not the first time I've seen them."

Lynch began to count the times on his fingers. When Archbishop Trilles saw him start the second round, he sighed deeply and completely gave up persuading him.

"Come with me, I'll take you to the meditation room, good luck."

(End of this chapter)