I directed the mythical revival in Tokyo

Chapter 188 The Priest and the Boy

Mysterious world
"My Lord, do you also think that I don't have the qualities that Suwa Daimyojin mentioned?"

As soon as Gao Ban Long Er finished speaking, he saw Yu Laogong drinking by himself, shaking his head slightly, and continued.

"Don't underestimate yourself. A hero's character can be cultivated through ups and downs, but the talent for developing abilities is innate. The fact that you can comprehend the realm of understanding the world through martial arts training is enough to prove that you are gifted."

"However--"

Lord Yu interrupted Ryuji Takashita who was about to speak.

"Trust me, [Transparent World] definitely has the potential to fight against the final trial."

Gao Banlongji looked at Tian Yuyu Zhan beside him with a complicated expression. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but speak.

"Can you elaborate?"

"Alas, knowing too much may not be good for you."

"However, there was a vampire in the West who possessed similar abilities. If you want to improve, you may be able to develop in the same direction."

"I even said that if there is a chance you can seek her guidance, but unfortunately, the vampire has disappeared for centuries."

"Martial arts? Vampires?"

Gao Ban Longji was slightly stunned. He really found it difficult to connect the two words together.

"Well, she is quite special..."

……

In a small town on the Italian coast, the solemn voice of the priest echoed in the church.

"Amen!"

As the ceremony came to an end, an unusually thin boy slowly opened his eyes.

He has long, dazzling burgundy hair and a face that is so handsome that it seems almost fragile.

Recalling what happened at home today, the boy couldn't help but bury his head deeply in the cushions of the church bench. The noise around him gradually faded away. He knew that people were leaving one after another...

At this moment, an inexplicable feeling prompted him to look slightly sideways and his sight shifted downwards. He noticed a blond boy squatting beside him. His hair was a little messy, but he cast a warm smile at him from below, as if he could see through his thoughts.

Seeing the boy's response, a look of encouragement appeared on the blond boy's face and he hurried away.

[Are you comforting me? ]

The boy pondered silently in his heart. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed softly and buried his head in his hands again.

Time passed slowly at its own pace, and peace finally returned to the church.

The boy raised his head cautiously, but saw nothing in front of him. He sighed and was about to get up.

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

"Father!"

The boy seemed startled by the sudden sound and instinctively turned towards the source of the sound. When he saw that it was the priest with a kind face and gentle eyes, his tense nerves relaxed a little and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed as if he could see the boy's inner struggle.

"Child," the priest said in a gentle voice, "if you have troubles in your heart, you might as well come to my office. Maybe I can guide you and give you some spiritual comfort."

"Thank you, Father."

"This is what I should do."

……

"Please take a seat, child."

The boy tiptoed onto the soft chair, feeling the comfortable touch of the seat, and looked around curiously.

The decoration in the room is very simple, with only a yellow bouquet on the windowsill illuminated by the sunlight.

The priest also sat down, folded his hands lightly in front of his abdomen, and waited for the boy to speak with great patience.

The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock.

Finally, after a period of silence, the boy seemed to find inner peace and courage.

"Father, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Carl. I have been in some troubles recently and I hope to get your guidance and help."

"I'm here, kid, don't be nervous, just speak slowly."

The boy seemed to be comforted. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"My family was poor and unhappy. Since I was very young, my father often beat my mother because of the pressure of life."

Having said this, the boy glanced at the priest cautiously, then lowered his head and continued.

"I still remember my mother holding me tightly in her arms, trying to use her thin body to protect me from my father's violence. Even in such a difficult time, my mother always comforted me and told me that everything would pass."

"However, my mother's death two months ago made everything even more difficult. My father seemed to have transferred all his anger and dissatisfaction onto me..."

The boy's voice was trembling and he paused.

"Perhaps I shouldn't criticize my father from my perspective, but actually... he has really changed a lot."

At this moment, the priest suddenly reached out his hand to the boy's white palm, as if wanting to give the boy some comfort.

"what!"

But the boy was startled by the sudden movement and instinctively retracted his hand.

The priest also realized his abruptness, quickly withdrew his hand, and coughed twice softly to ease the embarrassment.

"My child, your family may have brought you unspeakable pain, but please believe that everything will pass. The Lord once said..."

……

Time passes bit by bit.

The boy straightened his back suddenly, a bright smile of relief breaking out on his face.

The sunlight shines through the window, gently onto his face. His childish innocence shines through once again. His long red hair glows with golden luster in the interweaving of light and shadow, as if an angel has descended.

"Mr. Father, thank you very much for your guidance!"

"Father?"

The priest was startled at first, then he came to his senses and a kind smile broke out on his face.

"Oh, yes, dear Karl, you're welcome. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, everything will pass. If you still have any troubles in your heart, you can always come to me and talk to me."

The priest's words were like a spring breeze, making the boy feel unprecedented warmth.

Suddenly, the priest seemed to remember something. He stood up, opened the drawer, took out a box of exquisite snacks and gently placed it on the table.

pat!

"Desserts always bring happiness to people," the priest said with a smile, "child! There are many beautiful things in life waiting for you to discover."

……

"Thank you so much!"

After the boy walked a few steps toward the church door, he suddenly turned around and looked at the priest, who was smiling with his left hand hidden behind his back and the other hand waving high. He felt inexplicably relieved.

The priest's smiling eyes seemed to become profound the moment the boy turned around, and he stared at the boy's back as he walked away.

Even though the figure had walked a long way away, the boy still looked back from time to time, hesitating as if he was hesitating whether to turn around and say goodbye to the priest again.

"What an unfortunate child," the priest thought to himself, "the sensitivity and inferiority complex in his character are so obvious."

"Perhaps, the lack of love in his family made him put his hope in the Lord. This is indeed a common idea."

The priest shook his head, turned and left, his figure and footsteps gradually dissipated in the corridor.

"I'm really looking forward to your next visit!"

……

The boy's footsteps echoed on the beach. He listened to the rolling of the waves and felt the cool breeze hitting his face.

Recalling the feeling of pouring out all his troubles in the church just now, he suddenly felt much better.

Turning the corner of the alley, Carl suddenly noticed a fist mark on the trash can, and stepped forward to put his fist on it.

Perfect!

[However, with his frail body, he is still far from being an adult.]

Despite many attempts, Carl found that the energy in his body was extremely scarce, and just one punch would consume most of it. Besides, the iron sheet of the trash can in front of him was also the thinnest one.

"Ugh."

When he thought about going back home and facing that man, Carl's mood, which had just improved, sank to the bottom again.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the setting sun, and he prayed in his heart:
[If only the sun never sets...]

At this moment, a strand of blonde hair caught Carl's sight. Blond and red hair were quite rare in Italy, and most locals had brown hair.

Not to mention some remote seaside towns.

"Could it be the boy I met in the church just now?"

"Hey! Did you peek at me in church just now?"

Carl patted the boy's shoulder gently from behind and sat down next to him.

He looked at the equally thin boy and couldn't help but say hello.

However, to Karl's surprise, the other party still maintained that gentle smile, looked at him quietly, and then waved gently.

Suddenly, Karl subconsciously blurted out the thoughts in his mind.

"Are you dumb?"

"..."

Seeing the flash of disappointment in the other person's eyes, Carl suddenly felt a little at a loss.

He himself found it difficult to make friends due to his thin body. At this moment, he seemed to see his own shadow in this strange boy, and an inexplicable resonance surged in his heart.

He subconsciously waved his hands, eager to explain that he had no ill intentions: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Suddenly, Carl had an idea and took out a box of snacks from his pocket. He quickly opened it, revealing chocolate bars.

"Come on! Sweets can make people happy!"

He smiled and handed the chocolate bar to the boy.

The boy glanced at Carl cautiously, then took the chocolate bar and gently put it into his mouth.

The sweetness of chocolate instantly bloomed on his tongue, and his eyes lit up.

"Is it delicious? Want another one?"

……

When Carl awkwardly discovered that there was only one chocolate bar left in his hand, he looked at the boy's expectant expression, folded the chocolate bar and put it in his hand.

Take the other section into your mouth.

"I hope you'll be happy today! I'm going home, my name is Carl!"

"See you another day!"

After Carl left, the blond boy sat alone on the beach, staring blankly at the sunset, with an inexplicable loneliness in his heart.

Suddenly, he looked down at the wrapping paper on the ground, seemed to realize something, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

He suddenly looked up in the direction where Carl left.

Da da da!
However, when he hurriedly turned into the alley, he found that Karl's back had disappeared without a trace.

The boy's expression became dull, and the snack bag in his hand fell down weakly...

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"Karl, what are you thinking about?"

The burly man at the table raised his hand as he spoke, as if to hit someone.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Dad!"

Carl was quick to apologize and quickly cleared the tableware before his father stood up.

Although he was thin, he moved very quickly and had neatly stacked the dishes in the sink in a matter of seconds.

"Swipe brush-"

Carl was scrubbing the dishes skillfully. He heard his father's mumblings behind him, but he didn't take it to heart.

Instead, his thoughts drifted back to this fulfilling time.

Every weekend, he would chat with the priest.

The priest always used his smile and care to make Carl feel unprecedented warmth.

That warmth, like sunshine in winter, penetrated the haze in his heart.

What’s annoying is that the other party seems to be too active recently and always makes some weird jokes.

Thinking of this, Karl involuntarily put down the bowl and plate in his hands, clasped his hands together, and made a gesture of pious prayer.

“Thank you, Lord, for the cross you carried…”

The only regret was that despite Carl's frequent visits to the church, he never met the blond boy again.

"Alas, there's nothing I can do. He probably has his own life to deal with. Come to think of it, I haven't been to the beach next to that trash can in a while."

Karl pondered in his heart.

"Is he still waiting for me there? That's impossible, right?"

"But since he is a Christian, if he really wants to find me, he should go to the church."

Putting the tableware into the cupboard, his eyes drifted to the calendar beside him, on which there was a small red circle drawn for today.

"Oh right! The priest seemed to have said he would give me a special surprise today!"

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"Child, sit down!"

"By the way, no matter how many times I see it, I can't help but sigh, what a beautiful red hair! Besides, your hands are also..."

The priest seemed to be particularly talkative today. He stood there, looking at Carl eagerly, praising him with his hands and feet, which made Carl feel embarrassed.

But then I thought, this is a secret unique to them, maybe I am special...

Carl's mood eased a little, and memories came flooding back.

Since then, Carl's communication with the priest is no longer limited to solving family troubles, but has gradually penetrated into all aspects of life.

The relationship between them also quietly became one in which they could talk about anything.

At this moment, the priest suddenly turned around, skillfully pulled out a box of playing cards from the drawer, and asked Carl with a smile: "By the way, Carl, have you ever played playing cards?"

Karl was slightly stunned, but when he thought that the other party was a priest, he quickly responded: "I have played it before, but I only know how to draw the joker card."

The priest smiled even more when he heard this: "In that case, why don't we play a couple of games?"

"Just the two of us?" Carl was a little confused.

"Of course, but if we just play cards, it seems a bit boring."

"How about we make a little bet, and whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing?"

"..."

Karl’s face instantly became alert when he heard this.

Seeing Carl's reaction, the priest's shuffling of the cards gradually slowed down, and finally he placed the cards on the table next to him indifferently with a click, as if waiting for Carl's response.

Carl felt uneasy, his hands tightly grasping his knees, his eyes revealing an unconcealable panic.

"Father, are you wrong, or is there something wrong with my ears?"

He tried to hide his fear with question marks.

"Oh, by the way! I feel a little unwell today..."

The priest's face instantly became expressionless. He stared at Carl, who was becoming more and more alert. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke.

"Is it too hasty after all?"

After saying this, the priest stepped back and paced under Carl's gaze, explaining as if nothing had happened.

"I thought you would be easier to kill than I thought. You know what? I usually don't choose those children who come from wealthy and harmonious families, because they are surrounded by strong love, and once they are hurt, they will confide in their parents without hesitation."

"And children like you, who won't easily speak out even if they are hurt, are more likely to form a spiritual dependence on clergy. I like this very much."

There was a chilling calmness in the priest's words.

"Besides that, my child, you are so beautiful! That face is just like the Venus in my mind!"

"I originally planned to take action after some time,"

The priest suddenly stopped, locked the door with a click, and a fascinated smile appeared on his face.

"But I'm going to be transferred next week, and I really can't bear to leave you!"

The time will jump a little in two chapters, so in order to prevent the time span of the plot from being too obvious, I decided to insert this plot.

The final chapter of Kaguya will probably be released tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Another special statement: The boy’s age is “adult” and the wording is used entirely due to the needs of the plot and does not have any negative connotations.

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(End of this chapter)