Rhodes Island does not exist.

Anxiety welled up in the doctor's mind.

Even now, he still can't be sure what the current situation is.

and many more.

Looking back on the events, the doctor recalled something.

If the conversation continues like this, then the next thing that should happen is that he picks up his suitcase, leaves the hotel, and goes to find those priests.

Speaking of suitcases...

"Phew." The doctor looked down at his feet.

Although he had previously entrusted the suitcase to Kal'tsit, now his old friend of many years was faithfully leaning against the leg of the chair he was sitting on.

"My benefactor?" The bartender asked again when the doctor did not respond.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now, probably because I just woke up... I apologize." The doctor waved his hand with a smile, "I think we should be able to wait until today, if not, we'll think of something else then."

"I see." The bartender nodded. "I mainly wanted to tell you that there might not be any places to stay in town right now."

"Is it because the Iberian priests came here to inspect?" Relying on his memory of what had happened, the doctor looked at the bartender and said, "Because of the special timing, local believers who do business usually don't open their doors."

“You know so much.” The bartender’s eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. “That’s true. Although I’ve heard that the priests in Lateran don’t care about these things, the Vatican here in Iberia seems to pay special attention to self-discipline, so they are very strict.”

It seems this development was indeed correct.

The doctor thought to himself.

If he really did return to the afternoon of the previous day, then the next thing he would do is go out with his suitcase and be bumped into by Levini.

If this really was just a day ago.

"So why is that...?"

The doctor pondered with a sense of bewilderment.

Faced with the current situation, the doctor had several options in mind.

One possibility is that he has actually returned to a day earlier due to some phenomenon; another is that he may have never left this tavern at all.

In other words, the entire experience from the moment he stepped out of the tavern and had his suitcase stolen to his eventual sinking into the deep sea never actually happened; it was all just a dream. This explains why he returned to the tavern after waking up.

But can dreams really be this realistic?

Or is this also caused by some whisper from the deep sea? Is it some kind of gift from Agor?

The doctor didn't understand.

But right now, instead of figuring things out, he should be walking out of this door.

In order not to miss Levini.

“I’m going out to see those priests.” The doctor stood up from his chair, drank the last bit of water from his glass, and gently placed the empty glass on the table.

"Really? Then please take your time going out, lest you feel unwell and collapse again." The bartender had been concerned about the doctor's health ever since he woke up.

After all, acts of kindness are always reciprocal.

The doctor showed compassion to him, who was infected, so he would naturally put down the mask he wore and treat him with sincerity.

"But before I leave, I'd like to leave this suitcase here temporarily, is that alright?"

The doctor bent down, picked up the black box at his feet, and then solemnly handed it to the bartender behind the bar with both hands.

"No problem." The bartender readily agreed, carefully taking the doctor's suitcase and placing it in the liquor cabinet behind him as if it were his own prized possession.

"Thank you," the doctor nodded in thanks.

"Don't be so polite with me, please take care." The bartender bowed to the doctor.

Maybe this is better.

Turning towards the tavern's door, the doctor thought to himself.

He got involved in the Iberian incident because his luggage was stolen by Levini, who happened to be passing by, when he went out.

In other words, if he hadn't brought any luggage with him from the beginning, Levini wouldn't have been able to steal his things, and none of what happened afterward would have occurred.

Maybe this is better.

The doctor prayed silently in his heart.

If the god worshipped by Lateran and Iberia could truly grant wishes, then the Doctor hoped that his prayers could be heard at this very moment.

"Ding-ding, ding-ding—"

The bell rang, coming from the other side of the street corner.

The doctor pushed open the tavern door and stepped onto the town's streets and alleys paved with tiny pebbles.

A refreshing breeze flows through every corner of this alley.

Compared to the sea smell in Iberia, the air quality here is so much better.

"Ding-ding, ding-ding—"

The doctor looked in the direction from which the sound came.

That was a scene etched in his memory.

A group of middle-aged men and women were walking silently toward the source of the bell, their hands clasped together in front of their chests and their heads bowed.

So, that's when that thing should happen.

That event almost changed his entire journey.

The doctor took a step and walked towards the other end of the street corner.

Chapter 137, Chapter 136: Deep Sea Tales - Seventy Springs of Aster

The priests were located at the other end of the street corner.

"Ding-ding, ding-ding—"

The doctor did not remember the exact time.

However, based on the distance between the believers and the street corner, the Doctor was confident that he could intuitively determine when he should move forward.

However, he didn't really need to be so demanding of himself to perfectly match the past timeline.

After all, before Levini snatched the suitcase from him, she must have first observed the Doctor coming out of the tavern before deciding to make her move.

Thieves and thieves must observe their targets and decide when to strike before they act, and this is probably even more true for habitual offenders like Levini.

In other words, Levienne is probably waiting for him somewhere right now.

"Ding-ding, ding-ding—"

The believers disappeared in groups on the other side of the wall.

Perhaps the time is almost up, the doctor told himself.

He only needs to keep walking slowly in that direction, and he will be able to meet Levin again and finally put an end to the meaningless events that are about to unfold.

"sough……"

The rough soles of their shoes rubbed against the stone pavement as believers followed the priests step by step, chanting sacred scriptures in hushed tones.

The first paragraph of the scripture told the story of the Son and the Father, and each syllable flowed slowly into the doctor's ears, then instilled the complete story into his mind.

He wasn't unaware of the story.

He could hear more clearly in the current situation.

Soon, the first passage of scripture was finished, and the priest led the believers away into the distance, their footsteps fading away with the passage of time.

But nothing happened.

None of the things the doctor was waiting for happened.

"what……?"

He stood there, stunned, staring at his empty hands, then looked around, trying to find that familiar, thin figure.

But the streets of Asturias are like water troughs in the Sargon Desert, dry and quiet.

No one visited, no one made a sound.

Everything fell silent in an unspeakable stillness, mocking the lonely doctor who waited.

"Why didn't you come?"

He doesn't understand.

Could it be that I was just having a dream?

In my dream, I used the town of Asturias as a template, the sound of bells in my ears as material, and a little girl who appeared out of nowhere to create a stage play set in the coastal city of Iberia.

Are you kidding me?

No, maybe it really isn't a joke.

The doctor's spirit gradually withered away.

He stumbled and leaned against the wall, slowly sitting down, wanting to light a stick of incense to wake himself up.

However, he had left all his luggage with the bartender, so he ended up not being able to get anything out.

"and many more."

He suddenly realized something, and a flame of hope ignited in his heart.

"Was it because I didn't bring a suitcase that she lost interest in me and left?"

"Perhaps that's possible."

The doctor reaffirmed his resolve, sat up from the ground, dusted off the corners of his clothes and trousers, and shook himself into a new spirit.

Humans always find all sorts of excuses and reasons for their foolish behavior, and if those excuses and reasons become more and more believable through self-suggestion, then they will actually believe that they have not done anything stupid.

Levini exists.

The doctor murmured to himself.

Since she chose to leave because she didn't bring her suitcase, we just need to ask the people in town.

Previously, when the believers watched Levini being arrested by the priests, they had talked a lot about her, mostly about her bad reputation, but that was enough to show that she was very well-known in the town of Asturias.

So, if we ask the residents and believers, we will surely get the answer.

"Perfect timing, just ahead is the procession of believers following the bishop." Recalling the group of people chanting prayers earlier, the doctor couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

After all, in their previous memories, those who talked about Levini were also them.

So no matter what, they will definitely know of this person's existence.

Thinking this, the doctor quickened his pace.

"Ding-ding, ding-ding—"

Fortunately, the priest's team was moving much slower than walking because they had to chant scriptures while patrolling, which allowed the doctor to catch up with them quickly.

When the chanting group saw the obviously impatient stranger coming from behind, they stopped and focused all their attention on the doctor.

"Um, hello everyone."

The doctor, catching his breath as he grew slightly tired from running, greeted the believers and priests.

"Hello, stranger." The priest looked at the doctor, their eyes met, and he nodded slightly.

The doctor recognized that face.

That was the priest who bumped into Levini at the corner.

“Hello, Father.” The doctor nodded and got straight to the point. “Although it may be a bit abrupt to interrupt your chanting, I have a question I would like to ask, and I hope you can forgive me.”

People who are courteous are rarely treated rudely. When the pious men and women following behind the priest saw that this stranger was not a rude person, they smiled and nodded to the doctor, indicating that they did not mind his abruptness.

“That’s right, I’m looking for someone I used to know in Asturias.” The doctor’s gaze swept across each person’s face in turn, wanting to use each of them for help. “Considering that you might all know this person, that’s why I wanted to inquire about them.”

"Oh, if you want to know, then you must have a name, right?" one of the middle-aged men asked.

“Listen to me, in this town, everyone basically sees each other all the time. If something happens to anyone, everyone knows about it, so it should be quite easy for you to find someone,” another middle-aged woman said.

"Then, I'm looking for Levini." The doctor emphasized the last three words, trying to make sure the townspeople knew exactly who he was looking for.

However, when the townspeople heard the name the doctor mentioned, they almost unanimously showed expressions of slight reluctance.