Battlefield Priest's Diary

Chapter 139 Two Years
Summer 2025, Murmansk Civil Airport.

A homeless man, holding a violin, leaned against a corner and played it listlessly.

His technique was not particularly skillful, and the notes on the strings were not very accurate. The disjointed syllables, in the summer heat, only made passersby more irritable.

There were only a few scattered small-denomination banknotes in the violin case, which probably wouldn't even be enough for a homeless person's meal.

A stray dog ​​emerged from the street corner, sniffed the air, then turned to the homeless man and began barking incessantly.

People around them ignored it and simply instinctively walked around it.

Faced with this situation, the homeless man could only wave his dirty coat repeatedly, trying to drive away the creature in front of him.

The stray dog ​​was very experienced. When it realized that no one was stopping it, it became even more arrogant and even crouched down, ready to pounce and bite.

But the next second, the barking suddenly stopped.

An Asian man carrying a suitcase walked out of the passageway.

The stray dog ​​was initially confused, then made a whimpering sound. When the other party approached, it dared not stay in place any longer, and with a whimper, it ran away quickly.

The man stood in front of the passageway without making any move, but an inexplicable sense of menace emanated from him.

The homeless man stood up somewhat awkwardly, assuming that the other party was a local gang member who had come to drive him away.

"Sir, I don't want to cause trouble, I'll leave right away." The man hurriedly began to pack up his violin case.

Surprisingly, a twenty-dollar bill was stuffed into his hand.

"May I use your violin?" the Eastern man asked in a very friendly tone in Russian.

"Wh-what?" The wanderer thought he had misheard.

"May I use your instrument?" the other person repeated.

“Of course, thank you for your generosity.” The wanderer handed the violin to the man.

The next moment, he almost burst out laughing.

The way the Asian man held the violin was more like he was holding a gun; he was clearly a complete novice with no experience.

"Can you teach me how to use it?" the man asked the homeless man.

In consideration of the other party's help in getting out of a predicament and the twenty dollars, the homeless man still gave the demonstration to the person in front of him.

The man tried to hold the violin between his neck and picked up the bow.

The next moment, a creaking sound, like sawing wood, rang out in the passageway. Many pedestrians stopped in their tracks, hesitating whether to step forward and stop the noise.

But soon after, something amazing happened.

The sound became clearer and smoother, gradually forming a melody, and becoming more and more coherent.

Five minutes later, a tune he had never heard before flowed slowly from the man's hands, its rhythm melodious and graceful, almost indistinguishable from that of a professional musician.

The audience's expressions changed from curiosity to surprise. After a slight hesitation, some people threw banknotes into the instrument case in front of them, while others whispered that it might be music students doing performance art.

What they didn't know was that the world as seen by men was slightly different from theirs.

Pala pala~~~~
The sound of pages turning filled the air, and the diary began to flip like a musical score before my eyes.

Words appeared before my eyes.

I heard music playing in the sky, like the sound of flowing water and thunder.

The Most High bestows grace upon creation as the morning star shines in the darkness, revealing the truth to the ignorant.

[Path of the Saint Completed: Bishop Piece Promoted, Unlocks New Bishop Abilities: Hymns, Enlightenment]

[Hymn: You will gain an extraordinary understanding of art, and master music and painting skills more easily.] [Inspiration: You will be able to more quickly inspire your talent for teaching students.]

[Bonus: Even the best chess player needs enough rest. Enjoy your vacation; you'll be spending more time at home this time.]

As the piece ended, applause erupted around him, and Qin Hao picked up his violin, lost in thought.

take a vacation?!
Forced to wander the battlefield, he seemed to have become very distant from that word. The sense of temporal and spatial dislocation even made him forget when he last enjoyed the life of an ordinary person.

Just then, his phone rang.
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Two years later, Baikalsk.

An older Ford Raptor roared through the muddy countryside, the car radio in the cockpit still functioning well despite the bumpy ride.

"Breaking news from our station: At the just-concluded Sotheby's London Spring Auction, a remarkable masterpiece—a Danish Jubilee Egg that once belonged to the Normanov dynasty—has just been sold."

"This Easter egg was meticulously crafted by the Russian jeweler Peter Karl Fabergé in 1903 and was an Easter gift from Tsar Nicholas II to his mother, Empress Maria Theresa. Inspired by the iconic architecture of the Danish royal family, the egg is covered in enamel and diamonds, and contains a delicate miniature palace model inside, symbolizing Maria's longing for her homeland."

"This Easter egg has been missing since it was taken away by Queen Mother Maria in 1918, and this auction marks its first appearance in the public eye in a century."

"Six collectors from Asia and Europe engaged in a 15-minute bidding war via telephone and in person, with Russian billionaire Mikhail Friedman ultimately winning the bid for $53 million."

"The founder of the Alfa Group has seen his wealth shrink in recent years due to sanctions, but he still didn't hesitate to take out this cash to bid. Sources say that there is state power behind him."

"This is the second Fabergé egg to appear in public in recent years. Last year's Assumption of Mary egg sold for $3800 million, and there is public suspicion that both eggs may have come from the same mysterious collector..."

"In the luxury goods sector, the first Chanel No. 5 packaging bottle was sold for US$716 million, unfortunately failing to break last year's record of 858 million yuan set by a Hermès Birkin bag..."

Click!

Stella turned the radio on with her slender hands, adjusted her sunglasses, and stepped on the gas after confirming that the navigation was correct.

The Ford Raptor eventually stopped in front of the town's church.

Compared to a few years ago, the church has changed somewhat. The original exterior walls have all been reinforced and the wooden planks in the corridors have been replaced with new ones. A small bell tower has also been built next to the roof, which was repainted half a year ago.

Stella closed the car door and stepped forward.

Quack!

A loud cry rang out, and the young woman looked up in fright. A large black raven was standing on the clock tower, looking down.

The crow was enormous, almost 1.5 times the size of a normal crow, and looked even larger than a hawk. Stella instinctively felt a chill run down her neck when its red eyes stared at her.

The next moment, something even more surprising happened: the crow tilted its head and looked at her, then opened its mouth and spoke.

"Caw! A woman! Alone! A seedling! A seedling!"

The crow flapped its wings and flew to the back of the church, leaving Stella standing there, bewildered.

What kind of things does this pretentious guy keep?!
Pushing open the door and walking inside, the chapel and choir were empty. Light shone in through the semi-enclosed glass, and walking through it gave one a cool feeling on their skin.

"Qin? Are you there?! I've delivered what you ordered!" The female mechanic raised her voice.

No one responded to her. She could vaguely hear children singing, their voices sometimes near, sometimes far, interspersed with the sound of a piano. It sounded like a scene from a suspense game.

Stella's arm was covered in a fine layer of bumps.

Walking and stopping, traversing the inner corridors, she finally found the source of the sound.

The girl bit her lip lightly and pushed open the door.

when!
The sound of the threshold hitting the door rang out, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to her.

That wretched fellow was sitting behind a piano teaching seven or eight children to sing when a large crow flew in through the window, hopping around and yelling, "Woman! Chai Miao! Chai Miao!"

"Qin, can you explain what's going on?" Stella asked, placing her hand on the threshold.

(End of this chapter)