dognovel Chapter 892 Wake Up!
Chapter 892 Wake Up!
Chapter 892 Wake Up!
Vic got out of the car and stood in front of the church.
This is a very ordinary community church. Strictly speaking, it is the product of the "Regulations of Order" implemented by the Church of Order.
After the influence of the church was largely pushed away from the secular world, it led to a vacancy in "faith". In order to satisfy their own spiritual needs, people invented new "gods" and spread new stories.
In essence, this kind of church is similar to hospitals, parks, and department stores in the community, and it is a functional building.
Vic didn't know why Mr. Alfred entrusted this place to him. He stopped outside for a long time. Except that it was located on Mink Street, which was relatively close to No. 13, he really didn't see anything special.
Until, his feet stepped in.
He was stunned because he saw a familiar figure standing there holding a kettle and watering the grape trellises in the yard.
Without even the slightest bit of defense, that person appeared in front of him, that... the person whom he loved and hated to the bottom of his bones.
He once lifted himself up to the clouds, and left without saying a word, causing himself to fall hard.
If you have never seen the scenery from a high place, then your own gap will not be so big, and the shock will not be so strong.
Rathma raised her head, straightened her waist, and looked at Vic.
He didn't notice Vic's arrival in advance, because he was used to keeping only a little consciousness here in the bedroom on the third floor of the villa, and he would go to investigate when there was any change there.
He laughs at himself as a dedicated nurse, as long as the "patient" pulls the bed bell, he will immediately appear at the called post.
For the rest of the time, he was like an ordinary man, an ordinary priest.
It can be said that this is the normal state displayed by a follower of order when he appears here, and no one dares to offend the sleeping lion.
Only Karen and the person wearing the bracelet with Karen's name on their hands can appear more free and unrestrained after returning here.
"Vic?"
"teacher."
"Really you?"
"It's me, teacher."
The reunion between teachers and students seemed a bit abrupt, and because neither side knew what to do after the abrupt end, they both extended the abruptness tacitly.
Even when the relationship between the two was the best in the past, they couldn't talk about how close they were, because Rathma's character was still stubborn and extreme; so, don't expect to become enthusiastic immediately after not seeing each other for so long Warm hugs and tears.
In the end, it was Vik who broke through this long period of embarrassment first. After all, after staying with that person for so long, he should learn something.
"Teacher, let me pour water for you."
Vic took the initiative to come over, trying to reach out to take the water bottle in Rathma's hand.
Rathma moved the kettle away, rejecting Vic's offer.
"This, you can't pour it."
"what?"
"look."
Rasma continued to water the grape racks, and bunches of grapes were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Dali Wenluo contracted almost all the landscaping in the department, and Vik had seen similar exaggerated planting techniques many times, but in front of him, it was completely different.
Because the grapes grown here are not fruits, but extremely rich power of order.
At the same time, Vic also heard the sound of water flowing from the church.
He turned his head to look at the church, from here he could see the cross and the statue on the cross.
Above the statue, a stream of water fell, extending to the ground and forming a puddle, which then circled up again.
The magnitude of the water flow is exactly the same as the magnitude of watering from the kettle in my teacher's hand.
It's not hydroponics... it's the final ripening, because it's time to harvest and pick.
What he watered was his own belief, his own order, and the god in his heart.
"Teacher, are you going to succeed?"
"Yes, I'm going to make it."
"Congratulations, teacher."
"Thank you, son."
The communication between teachers and students seemed a bit awkward. Although we tried our best to avoid it and try our best to control it, there were still frequent collisions.
Rathma is reflecting on himself, but in fact, the real reason lies in Vic.
Vic's mind is in a mess now, because he vaguely guessed a terrible possibility.
In the past, when he first entered the performing arts hall in Allen Manor to accept his training, he had many guesses about his teacher's current situation. Looking back now, he was too naive.
But right now, when he saw the existence of his teacher and what the teacher was doing here, the relationship between the positions of the two parties gradually became clear amidst the distortions and complexity.
My own teacher is definitely not the grandfather who is here to protect the minister...
Because if his teacher really did this, then he, Vic, was not as simple as being suppressed and excluded in the teaching in the past. There is a high probability that he will be sent directly to the development space, and he will even be imprisoned on suspicion of apostasy. .
Therefore, my teacher's position is opposite to that of the minister's grandfather... no, it is hostile.
Vic sat directly on the ground, slapping his forehead hard.
All the details of the past began to flip in his mind, and he suddenly realized that in fact, whether it was the minister, Mr. Alfred or even Neo...they had all given him a lot of hints.
They have long known of the existence of their teacher, and even absorbed themselves into this group, which may also be partly driven by this factor.
Does the minister want to use himself to stop the teacher?
Do not,
no,
With the character of the minister, he doesn't bother to do this, maybe...he just wants to use himself to complete the most ruthless mockery of his teacher.
Rasma reached out, touched Vic's head lightly, and sighed:
"Oh, child, you have been wronged."
Rathma knew that after he left, the student's life would not be so easy, but he misunderstood.
"Teacher, I'm actually doing very well."
Rasma comforted: "My child, you have matured."
He knows how to get rid of his difficulties and come to comfort his teacher.
"thanks for your work teacher."
Vic stood up slowly and patted the fresh dirt on his hands. He had already recovered from the huge impact.
He didn't have the hatred of being manipulated, let alone the dissatisfaction that was concealed. After the violent mood swings, he became much more relaxed.
No wonder I used to feel that there was a layer of alienation that was always there, but now, I can finally pierce it myself.
Between the teacher and the minister, do you need to make a trade-off and choose by yourself?
Not required.
Because my teacher has led me time and time again, praising and praying to the Lord.
The special system of divine religion and the special values created by it can explain all the contradictions and disturbances in the world, because "God" has the final right of interpretation.
When you stand behind God, there is no problem of standing in line, because other lines that are different from God are all heresies.
Vic knew that this kind of unilateral and extreme cognition was not in line with the purpose and theme of Mr. Alfred's study sessions, but he had to make sure that his mind was clear.
right,
I,
Vic,
Future Whipkeeper.
"Come on, boy, come in and sit."
Rathma led Vic into the office behind the church and said:
"I don't work hard, I've actually been living pretty well, a rare period of ease, but you, it's really not easy to get to this point, you are indeed my student, haha.
I really didn't expect,
You can actually be the 'ground' commander of this operation. "
Rasma obviously misunderstood. When he saw Vic appearing here, the only thought in his mind was that the commander of the outer legion of this operation was his student.
Otherwise, you cannot explain why Vic appeared here at such a critical time.
Facts have proved that if you can only read the outdated newspapers intermittently, even the former high priest cannot have a correct understanding of the information of the outside world.
Because in the published newspapers, it will not write "who is whose direct line", "who is whose faction", "which faction has completed the political struggle against which faction", everything will be covered up, beautified and translated positively .
Those who can see more of the substance, that is, the internal journals, the higher the level, the more valuable information content, but the problem is, only those little priests or little strange demons who are taught by foreign teachers will occasionally pass by Luojia City without understanding, Many church newspapers are reluctant to buy, and Rathma has no channels to read high-value things.
However, he knew that Karen was getting better and better, because not only did Karen's front page headlines often appear in the outdated "Order Weekly", but Karen's appearance rate in foreign teachers' newspapers and tabloids that were not well-known in the circle was also high. very high.
Including some priestesses or female strange demons, they like to make Karen's newspaper clippings, keep a diary, and getting a copy often means a lot of information.
Rathma knew that Karen was getting better and better, and he became more and more anxious because of this.
Fortunately,
The helpless and depressing waiting is finally coming to an end.
Vic replied:
"Teacher, you misunderstood. I am not the ground commander. I was ordered to be stationed here in advance to prepare."
Rasma asked, "Can you get in touch with your commander now?"
"Yes, teacher."
"Help me get in touch with him. I have information related to the major security of the Divine Religion and I want him to report it without delay."
God knows if there is another delay, that kid will be promoted again.
Damn it, Rathma thinks that person's grandson has transferred that person's talent in practice to promotion!
"Okay, teacher."
Vik walked to the office telephone and opened the thick phone book next to it. There was no need to look through it carefully, because on the front blank page, the first one marked was the number of the Inmeles Funeral Society. Obviously, this number is often called by my teacher.
Rasma wondered:
"Your legion, use the telephone to contact?"
"Teacher, this is more convenient."
The call was successfully dialed, and the receiver's voice came from the receiver. This voice was all too familiar to Vic:
"Hello, this is the Funeral Society of Inmeles."
"Commander, my teacher wants to talk to you."
"Okay, give him the microphone."
Vic handed the microphone to Rasma.
Rathma reached out to take the microphone, and the extremely strong sense of foreboding was rising rapidly. He put the microphone next to his face and said in a serious voice:
"I'm Rathma."
"I'm Karen."
……
The condition of the kitchen at home is not the best. Xili's kitchen in York City is much better than here, but Karen enjoys it very much, because only the dishes cooked at home can be regarded as homely.
He checked the freezer first, and took out some usable ingredients for processing.
Downstairs, a lady walked into the living room, and saw Xiao Kangna who was chatting surrounded by people in the living room.
"Connor, this is Ms. Molly."
"Hello, Ms. Molly."
Ms. Molly looked puzzled. She didn't know who this little girl with white hair was. As a low-level strange demon, she certainly didn't have the ability to detect pure-blood bone dragons.
But she saw the pill in the little girl's hand, and she gnawed it bit by bit under the pity eyes of the people around her.
Ms. Molly sensed the great value contained in the little smell from the pill!
One, no, even half of such a pill is enough to set off a bloody battle in a place like Luo Jia City.
Just smelling it a little bit by herself already made her soul feel intoxicated.
Mary said, "Molly, Karen is back, upstairs, do you want to say hello before going to work in the basement?"
Ms. Molly froze in place with her mouth open.
Little Kangna held the pill with both hands, sandwiching her face between her two arms:
"whee."
Ms. Molly calmed down for a long time, and then slowly walked up the stairs. Her body, which had already been well-conditioned, walked out of the continuous turning at this time.
Finally, at the door of the kitchen on the second floor, Ms. Molly saw Karen who was busy in the kitchen.
"Master... are you back?"
"Well, dinner will take a while, so we have to wait."
"I... I'll go to work first."
At this time, it seems that only work can relieve tension and prove the value of one's existence.
"Thanks for your hard work, Ms. Molly, this family has always been taken care of by you."
"No, you must not say that, this is what I should do, it is my duty, it is my honor."
Ms. Molly immediately bowed, and then hurried down the stairs in a crutching posture.
"Dengdengdengdeng..."
The red high heels made a continuous crisp sound.
She came to the basement in one breath and walked into her workshop. The guest from the nursing home had been cleaned by Ron and was lying on the steel bed waiting to be served.
Ms. Molly frantically took out a cigarette, bit it in her mouth, and lit it.
While smoking, he reached out and groped for the radio beside him, and turned it on.
"Squeak... squeak... squeak..."
The snowflake sound ended quickly, and her very familiar voice flowed out:
"Listen, friends, sometimes, the fate of people is so wonderful; some people struggle all their lives without gaining anything, but some people just make a correct choice at the beginning, and they can gain far more than that. Imagine the rewards.
Yes, such a person is really enviable.
One of my friends is like this. She gave up the scenery outside and chose to stick to it.
Now, I want to tell her:
Your persistence has been favored by God. "
……
"Master Karen, do you need my help?"
Paul sent the bought vegetables into the kitchen and asked.
Karen smiled and said, "After dinner, I want you to help me eat more."
"Of course no problem, haha, I miss your cooking skills, young master."
Karen continued to work alone in the kitchen, declining the kindness of her aunt and aunt.
When the meal was almost ready, Mina and Chris ran over, and Karen asked them to help bring the food to the table.
"Wow, you have cooked so many dishes." Mina sighed.
Chris nodded: "Yes, I can't finish eating."
"Because there are still many customers who haven't arrived yet."
"Who is it, brother?"
"They are all my brother's friends, invited to come to our house as guests."
"Then I have to inform my mother that my mother will clean up in advance."
"No, we're all from our own family. Don't be so polite. I'll share all the dishes and reserve them in the kitchen. When they arrive, I'll open another table for them."
Immediately afterwards, Karen noticed that the seat of the main seat was vacant, which belonged exclusively to Grandpa, "Mina, there is no tableware in Grandpa's seat."
"But, brother, grandpa..."
"Put it on."
"Okay, brother."
At this moment, the phone rang, and Karen waved at Mina and the others, unbuttoning her apron and saying, "I'll pick it up."
Pick up the microphone.
"I'm Rathma."
"I'm Karen."
A brief silence brewed at both ends of the microphone, and an invisible storm completely lifted the curtain at this moment.
In the church office, Rasma turned to look at his students and asked absurdly:
"Karen, is the ground commander of this operation?"
"Yes, my dear Lord Rathma."
Rathma ignored the answer from the microphone, he just stared at his students.
Vic puffed up his chest and replied:
"Our minister is responsible for commanding the legion in this operation!"
"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
Rathma laughed so hard that tears were streaming down his face.
He really lost his composure, because it couldn't be more ridiculous. The God Cult wanted to launch an operation against his grandfather, but half of the command of the operation belonged to his grandson!
If this incident gets out, wouldn't the Kosmos Church become the laughing stock of the entire church circle.
After laughing, Rasma licked his lips: "Is your grandpa awake?"
"Not yet, I just got home and just finished cooking, and I'll call grandpa later."
"Boy, do you think your wings are strong enough?"
"No, no, I'm still weak compared to him."
"You will pay the price for your innocence and arrogance. You shouldn't come back, you should hide; but, you let your grandfather pay for you, completely in vain."
"My home is here and I always want to come back."
"People from the Inmeles family like to talk about 'home' very much, and so does your grandfather, so even though he has such a powerful talent, he failed to make a higher contribution to the divine religion after all, because In his heart, there is only Xiaojia, and only love for Xiaojia."
"You are wrong, Lord Rasma, there is no difference between Xiaojia and everyone, and there is no difference between Xiaoai and big love. Little love comes from human nature, and big love comes from little love. Home, that is nothing more than to make more small homes better.
There is no confrontation between the two, and it is you who forcibly pull up the confrontation and think that it is impossible to take care of both.
If my grandfather didn't have the love for God and order in his heart, my lord Rathma, you wouldn't be alive today. "
"I am very grateful to your grandpa."
"Well, it should be."
"But I don't agree with his choice. What he has done to the divine religion, disobedience and defilement, even God will not forgive him."
"I forgive you."
Vic, who was standing beside Rasma, reminded in a low voice: "Our minister will forgive."
"Forgive me, what are you!!!"
Karen moved the mic a little farther away because the growling was too loud.
Vic silently folded his arms, confessing instead of his teacher.
After the volume down there, Karen said into the microphone:
"Lord Rasma, please tell Vic next to you that the meal is ready and you can come to eat."
After speaking, Karen hung up the phone.
Rasma took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to put this right."
Vic said, "Teacher, you are 'all of this'."
"Are you his subordinate?"
"Yes, I am his follower."
"Are you his follower?" Rathma showed a strange expression, "Hehe, do you know that he is using you."
"No, he's saving me."
"Even without him, when your teacher and I leave here, I can make up for all the grievances you have suffered in the past few years, and you can still have a very high status and excellent development in the divine religion!
What he gave you is what you deserve! "
"What he gave me, you couldn't give."
"He wooed you because he wanted you to deal with me today, to dissuade me, and to tie you to his chariot to restrain me, son, my student, my inheritor, are you still awake? ?
You are just a tool he uses to deal with me! "
"No, teacher, you are not worthy."
Rathma: "..."
"Teacher, he is worth following. He will lead us to a new era, a new era. He didn't ask me to restrict you. I understand now that he wants me to save you."
Rasma reached out and forcibly restrained Vic's body, and then put his palm on Vic's forehead for inspection. Immediately, Rasma said suspiciously:
"You haven't been mentally manipulated?"
Vic did not resist, but continued:
"Teacher, you can never imagine who you are fighting against, nor can you imagine who is standing behind him!"
No Karen's nod, no Mr. Alfred's confirmation, no one is allowed to reveal the minister's true identity.
Vik can only dissuade his teacher in this way.
But obviously, this kind of persuasion, in the ears of Rasma: his students are crazy!
"Oh, of course I know who is standing behind him, doesn't he just think that with his grandfather around, he can be unscrupulous?
I will tell him with reality that he thinks things too simply, and he should not underestimate the foundation and will of the divine religion. "
"Teacher, it's you who are really innocent."
"Vic, I believe that after the matter is over, time will make you calm and sober."
"I believe too."
The statue in the church began to blur, and then quickly became huge, forming an incomparably stalwart Dharma body;
The grapes on the vines were all detached from the vines, gathered towards Rathma, and merged into his body. Rathma raised his head, his breath soared rapidly, and on his chest, a fragment of godhood had already condensed.
He was right, he did deliberately suppress the rhythm.
This is to save face for Diss.
At the same time, he also very much hoped to see the news that Karen, the rising political star of the Cult of Kosmos, suddenly disappeared in an outdated newspaper one day.
It's a pity that the reality didn't develop in the direction he hoped for, so I can't blame myself.
The sacred aura spread out to the surroundings like a tide. Rathma's whole body was entwined with strands of golden silk threads. He clenched his fists tightly, and the huge dharma body behind him also clenched his fists.
A solemn gate of order appeared in the air.
This is the first time that the Gate of Order reappeared in this area after a few years.
Rasma looked at Vik: "I will give you the blessing of becoming the elder of the temple, my student, my child, and in addition, this high priest owes me a great favor, and I also Let him make it up to you.
This is all my debt to you.
Now, teacher, I am going to do something. Let me show you what is called real power. "
Rathma's figure disappeared from the spot, and he came into the air. His huge Dharma body embraced the gate of order with both arms.
Diss' biggest threat to the Temple of Order is that he can pass through the Gate of Order, ignore all defenses, and go straight into the depths of the Temple.
This is a rule established by the temple since its establishment, and it is a courtesy given to the elders of the temple, but the founder did not expect that such an existence would be born in later generations, using it to threaten the temple and the entire religion.
Now, the Gate of Order has been blocked by Rathma, which is equivalent to cutting off the possibility of Diss using this method to threaten the temple again.
Vic stood in the church yard, looking up at Rathma in the sky.
He is so solemn and sacred. It stands to reason that as a student, he should feel extremely proud from the bottom of his heart at this time, but he couldn't feel proud, and just sighed helplessly:
"Teacher, you are not even as good as a dog next to our minister..."
……
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The moment the Gate of Order was blocked, huge and majestic pillars of light descended from the sky and appeared in Luojia City.
“1、2、3、4、5、西蒂、7、8……12喵！”
On the window sill, Pu'er counted excitedly.
The reality is that in order to solve the Minke Street incident, the temple spent a lot of money and dispatched many more temple elders than the previous news.
Not counting Rathma, there are 12 people who have descended on the bright side!
"No matter how many people there are, Siti is the sixth, hehe meow."
Kevin stood up and pushed the window open with the dog's paw. It rubbed Pu'er lightly with the dog's head. Pu'er understood and came to its back.
"Stupid dog, I'm so excited, meow, this time, I'm really not scared at all!"
Kevin proudly raised the dog's head and raised his front legs, like a proud war horse, responding to the knight on his back.
In the last era, he could only watch her like a big sister step into the depths of the sea;
In this life, he already possessed enough power to protect this little sister-like... new white moonlight.
Now, Karen just needs to give the order.
then,
He will let the world experience a new experience, the shock that belongs to the gods!
……
The taxi circled around for a long time, and finished the 200 real circle, and made up another 50 real.
Finally, it stopped in front of Gate 13.
With a cigarette in his hand, Neo poked his head out of the car window and looked at the most majestic and powerful beam of light in the distance.
"call……"
After exhaling a smoke ring,
Neo laughed:
"Hey, Ukonga, quick, call Dad!"
……
Karen noticed the movement outside, but he still brought the freshly stewed fish soup to the table without any fuss, and even poured the vinegar dishes one by one.
Then he went to the kitchen door, where there was a rope with a bell tied to it.
He recalled the scene when he was at home, ringing the bell every time the meal was ready to call the family to come over for dinner, it was really full of happiness and satisfaction.
He grabbed the rope again, shook it, and with the ringing of the bell, Karen shouted:
"dinner's ready!"
The family and guys came from the first floor to the second floor. Everyone sat down according to the habit and sighed at the large table of sumptuous dishes.
Uncle Mason was even more pleasantly surprised: "Haha, Karen, you actually prepared canned herring for me!"
At this moment, there was the sound of closing the door on the third floor upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps from the ceiling above.
Everyone didn't pay attention at first, and then Aunt Mary suddenly asked, "Who's up there?"
Everyone began to count the number of people with their eyes, and found that the family members were all sitting here. Even if Mina said that there would be guests visiting later, they would appear on the first floor instead of the third floor.
Immediately, everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces.
Everyone turned their eyes to the corner of the stairs on the third floor, held their breath, began to feel apprehensive, and began to look forward to it.
Karen has already walked to the stairs, waiting in advance.
On the window sill on the third floor, Kevin, who was still majestic before, suddenly turned around quickly and faced the bedroom door.
After seeing that figure,
noble god,
It also lowered its proud bald head unconsciously:
"Wang~~~"
The figure finally appeared at the stairs and began to walk down.
Aunt Mary couldn't stop her tear glands all of a sudden, she leaned into her husband's arms, and beat her husband's chest while crying, complaining:
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Mason also echoed while crying:
"Yeah, eccentric. When the grandson came back, he woke up."
Karen took a deep breath, smiled, and said to the stairs:
"Grandpa, everyone is here, waiting for you."
……
cemetery.
After constantly flipping through the notebook in front of the tombstone, strands of golden threads began to surround the tombstone.
Mr. Huofen died, and he was revived after his death. Even in the eyes of believers in order, he was dead beyond completeness, and he didn't even belong to spiritual materials.
However, some people are still alive, but they are dead; some people are dead, but they are still alive, he lives in the book he wrote.
He is Diss' partner, an old friend who has been with Diss since middle age.
He once "read away" the private notes of the God of Principle. He was once regarded as a "teacher" admired by formation masters like Pi Luo. He gave up his status and fame in the church. He is an ordinary servant of God.
"Snapped!"
A hand pierced through the coffin cover and the soil layer, protruding out of the tomb.
inside,
There was a shout:
"Brat, you still have a grandpa lying here!"
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