A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 50 Proclaiming My Name

Xu Lie stood in his room on the top floor of the Sumitomo Building, gazing at the cityscape of Tokyo outside the window. After being promoted to Dream Thief last night, he thought he would have a good dream.

As a result, he slept soundly until dawn, with excellent sleep quality, but without any dreams. This made Xu Lie ponder: Dream thieves, as the name suggests, need to actively steal other people's beautiful dreams.

By extension, it means stealing other people's thoughts, ideas, memories, and dreams.

But what happens after you steal it? For example, if you steal someone's dream of winning the lottery, is it Xu Lie dreaming about winning the lottery, or is it Xu Lie dreaming about the person whose lottery was stolen winning the lottery?
Give it a try if you have the chance.

The Dream Thief's abilities remain to be studied. Before Xu Lie could think further, a text message from Aso Makoto had already been sent to his phone.

"Good morning, Mr. Xu. The tranquilizers I ordered earlier have all been prepared. How should I deliver them to you?"

Xu Lie pressed the keys on his phone with considerable effort. Before smartphones came out, the keyboards on these phones were really stiff: 'Recite the name of the deity and perform the sacrificial ritual…'

After thinking about it, I realized that the mixed-race people who defected from the Oni Clan were all in the Sumitomo Building. Since Aso Makoto was appointed as the bishop, it would be a good time for her to make a formal appearance.

Xu Lie deleted those texts and sent a new one: 'Wait at home, I'll arrange a car to pick you up and take you to the Sumitomo Building. As a bishop, you should meet your parishioners.'

"Huh?" Aso Makoto, who was holding her phone and waiting for a reply, suddenly became nervous. Although she had slowly accepted her status as the diocesan bishop because of Xu Jun's trust.

But she still gets nervous when she suddenly has to meet with a lot of fellow church members!

This made Aso's heart race even faster than any so-called online romance meeting in real life.

What if she doesn't perform well and betrays Xu Jun's trust?
What if she damages the old church's prestige in the hearts of believers?
While clutching her phone, Makoto Aso frantically opened the wardrobe: "This one won't do, it's too old, and this one's faded from washing."

"There's absolutely no clothing befitting a bishop's dignity."

Aso was really upset. After looking around, the only thing she could find was the JK school uniform she was wearing. Thanks to her usual carefulness, it looked the newest and cleanest.

But wouldn't the members of the old church have a problem if they saw their bishop wearing a JK uniform?
In the past, Aso never thought so much about clothes. She always believed that she would realize her wish in the future and gradually become able to wear more and better clothes.

Things are different now. Suddenly entrusted by Mr. Xu to become the diocese bishop, he has begun to pay attention to the issue of clothing for the sake of Mr. Xu and the church.

While he hesitated, his phone suddenly rang. A text message from an unknown number read: 'Bishop Aso, I'm at your doorstep. Do you need help carrying the medicine?'

"So fast?" Asou Makoto glanced at his phone and realized that half an hour had passed. He hurriedly went to open the door.

It turned out to be Ms. Sakurai Masami, who had visited once before. Sakurai Masami was also of mixed race. The 82 bottles of tranquilizer were quite heavy, but they were nothing to Sakurai Masami.

Masami Sakurai drove the car, and Makoto Aso sat in the back seat. He adjusted the medicine box next to him and, unusually, took the initiative to ask, "Um, Ms. Sakurai, to ease the tension."

"How are you doing with the Sumitomo Group now that you've left the Demon Gang?"

Mentioning this made Masami Sakurai perk up, and she pressed the accelerator even harder: "Thank you for your concern, Your Excellency. We are doing very well."

"After leaving that horrible place, the church took us in. We ate, drank, and had fun every day. At most, we had to cover our faces and work as security guards. It was much better than our previous life."

"We just didn't expect that the Sumitomo Foundation would be a church-affiliated entity. On the first day, everyone was a little reserved, but they're much more relaxed now."

Masami Sakurai wasn't flattering her; she was just telling the truth.

She used to be in the Ghost Clan, and was troubled by the dragon blood every day. She couldn't sleep, so she would go to the Nightclub every day, drink and dance, and then drink again, just to exhaust her energy and fall asleep as soon as possible.

It was nothing like the peaceful, carefree days she had now, filled with eating, drinking, and having fun. So she gradually accepted the old church and slowly came to regard it as her home. Asou Makoto gently patted her chest. If the other church members shared the same thoughts as Ms. Sakurai, that would be wonderful. That way, she wouldn't have let Xu Jun down.

Sakurai Masami drove quickly and arrived smoothly at the Sumitomo Building, taking Aso Makoto to the thirteenth floor.

This entire floor is church property, and only church personnel have the authority to enter and exit. Regular workers on other floors cannot even get in.

"Mr. Bishop Aso!"

"Great! It's His Excellency the Bishop!"

"Haha, Taro, can you rest assured now? The church won't abandon us, and we can get our tranquilizers back."

Including Masami Sakurai, the eighteen mixed-bloods who had broken away from the Demon Clan greeted Makoto Aso as if he were their own mother.

Not only the four members of Inuyama Taro's group, but all the other mixed-bloods who defected from the Oni Clan, under the guidance of Xu Lie's clone, went to find Asou Makoto and obtained the first bottle of calming medicine.

The calming medicine made by Makoto Aso is the only antidote to help them avoid the torment of the dragon blood, and they are now counting on Makoto Aso.

This was the first time Aso had ever received such a warm welcome from so many people.

Although she had been giving them calming medicines one after another, she was still not used to so many people coming at once, and could only smile awkwardly and say, "Hello everyone."

After finishing his opening remarks, Aso immediately regretted it. No, he couldn't be so soft-spoken; he needed to have the dignity of a bishop.

If Xu Jun entrusts the management of the parish to her, how can she manage it well if she is too weak?

Aso tried to be tough, but due to his personality, he couldn't really be tough, and he spoke in a gentle tone: "Anyway, let's all pray first."

After all, she is a church bishop. In the movies and comics I've seen before, religions require collective prayer, so that should be true.

Everyone present learned about the past from Makoto Aso and made way for him.

Aso and the others dispersed and discovered that the floor had been renovated. In the very center of the lobby, there was a dark blue wall with symbols of error carved on it.

A pure white worm with twelve rings is depicted in a pattern that continuously curls inwards, and as it curls, the twelve rings correspond exactly to the twelve o'clock positions on a clock.

Aso Makoto slowly walked to the front, trying to maintain the image of the bishop: "Everyone just needs to pray sincerely. If you behave well, the church can bestow a magic potion so that you can receive divine grace."

These hybrids didn't know what magic potions were, or how they compared to tranquilizers, but they all began to believe in the old church and started praying with Asou Makoto.

"Playing with the hands of time..."

Yes, they used Chinese. After joining for a few days, even mixed-race people who had never studied it before learned to pronounce the name of the honored one in Chinese with the help of Sumitomo Foundation staff.

Having received instructions from Xu Lie's main body long ago, Bao Lie had been preparing for a long time. With Yuanbao as the core, all prayers directed at the Fool, Error, and Gate could be received.

When Borg heard the prayer, he immediately responded.

In the vision of Aso Shin and the eighteen mixed-bloods, after the name was recited, an endless gray fog spread wildly in their field of vision, instantly enveloping everyone and obscuring everything.

An unfathomable figure, seemingly standing above time and destiny, appeared above the gray mist and responded to them: "Proclaim my name."

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