Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 271 Failed Technique
night.

Saint Basil's Cathedral.

With several onion tops, covered in colorful colors, the interior of the castle-like church-it is also a place where tourists stop.

Anatoly has finished his homework for today's prayer.When he turned around, he saw Bishop Peter in a white robe.

Anatoly hurried to Bishop Peter's side and said respectfully, "Bishop, are you looking for me?"

"Anatole, come with me." Bishop Peter said softly.

Anatoly nodded without hesitation, and followed closely behind the bishop.He found that the place he was going to seemed to be a place that was usually forbidden to enter.

Moreover, the holy power he could feel had become more and more intense—something that could only be felt by a priest who had undergone special hard work and had an extremely devout faith in his heart.

As for wanting to use it, it is even more difficult.Anatoly is the most elite group in this generation of Dongzheng. After studying in the monastery, he was appointed to practice in this church.

Although he has the qualifications of a formal priest in the outside world's concept of Orthodoxy—that is, a priest, but in the real church, he is only a fledgling.

"Bishop Peter, this is..." Anatoly had to express his doubts.

But the bishop in front of him didn't say anything, but pushed a door at the end of the corridor—it was like a small church here.

The statue of the Holy Father is just ahead.Anatoly found that in front of the statue of the Holy Father, there was already a person standing at this moment—also in the costume of a priest.

Bishop Peter looked at Anatole at this moment, and said softly: "Go in, relax a little, but also be in awe."

Anatole saw a rare solemnity in the bishop's face.This made him feel suspicious, but he could only do what the bishop said.

When he walked into the chapel inside the church, Anatoly found that the bishop had closed the door—the bishop did not follow in.

Taking a deep breath, Anatoly came behind the priest.

Suddenly, he felt an unprecedented majestic holy power from the opponent... To him, it was as deep as the sea.

God's grace is like a sea.

This sentence, for some reason, suddenly appeared in Anatoly's mind, so that he instinctively lowered his head. What he originally wanted to say, he forgot for a while.

"Keep your head up."

Finally, the strange priest seemed to turn around.Anatoly raised his head and couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.

He has seen this priest before—this is the most common clergyman used by the church to receive tourists.

How could he...

"You are Anatoly? According to Peter, you are the youngest priest to graduate from the monastery in recent years."

"Yes." Anatoly didn't dare to make a mistake, and nodded.But he appeared unusually calm, and did not appear flustered by the vast holy power from the other party.

"My name is Sullivan."

"Hello, Mr. Sullivan."

Sullivan smiled.There was some appreciation hidden in his eyes, as if he was quite satisfied with Anatole.But he suddenly said: "Did you feel it two days ago?"

Anatoly nodded, "There was a very pure fluctuation of faith, but it disappeared soon. I have never felt such a pure soul breath."

Sullivan suddenly said, "Do you know what that means?"

Anatoly shook his head.

Sullivan said seriously: "That means, this soul that suddenly appeared, it can become a saint in the kingdom of heaven in the future."

Anatoly was taken aback for a moment, showing a look of incomparable surprise, and finally took off the calmness on his face... He knew what the saints in the kingdom of heaven represented.

At this time, Sullivan continued: "Do you know that you were originally responsible for monitoring this soul?"

Anatoly opened his mouth, frowned subconsciously and said, "Sir, I don't know exactly what you mean by being in charge of surveillance."

"Close your eyes." Sullivan said calmly at this time: "I will remind you of what you have forgotten."

Anatoly did not obey immediately.He looked at this ordinary priest who was only in charge of receiving tourists... After a while, he slowly closed his eyes.

something i forgot?He is still puzzled.

But no matter what, he was indeed curious.

At this time, Sullivan stretched out his palm and pointed his finger on Anatole's forehead - he also closed his eyes at the same time, and some hazy brilliance began to be released from his body.

White and serene.

"My lord above..."

In his mouth, he also began to speak some ancient languages.Anatoly discovered that he had studied this ancient language in his spare time in the monastery, but he could not translate it completely—even what Sullivan said next, he could not understand it.

He just felt that a more majestic holy power was slowly flowing into his body like a stream of water.It seemed to be merging with the holy power in his body.

Gradually, some unusually hazy images appeared in Anatoly's mind.

He couldn't see clearly... It seemed that someone else had said something in his ear, but he could only see half of a hazy face, the lips seemed to be moving, but there was no sound.

Suddenly, Anatole opened his eyes, and he felt a stabbing pain in his head.

His body subconsciously took a step back, and he had to look towards Mr. Sullivan—all he saw was that the other party looked at him with a kind of surprised and uncertain eyes.

Anatoly didn't feel that he remembered anything, and even the picture that came to mind just now gradually disappeared.

"Sir, I still haven't been able to remember." Anatole said slowly... Of course, there was some suspicion in his eyes.

The kind of divine grace shown by this guy...is it just an illusion?

This is embarrassing.

"I know."

Sullivan nodded slowly, and he also turned around slowly, looking up at the statue of the Holy Father in front of him, without speaking.It was like the sea-like feeling of grace before Anatoly came.

But actually he was...he was really embarrassed.

But at the same time... afraid of something.

……

……

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Wearing hospital uniforms and carrying a stretcher, the medical staff rushed to push aside the crowd and said loudly, "Where is the injured?"

But when they finally arrived, all they saw was a pool of blood still clinging to the wall, but there was no one there. "Where are the wounded? Didn't you say someone was shot?"

"He was still there just now, but...but he disappeared in a blink of an eye."

The squad leader of the ambulance on duty frowned, and immediately said angrily: "You are telling me that a person who was shot down and bled so much can disappear from you in the blink of an eye. He is actually a person who knows how to use A teleportation magician, right?"

"But……"

"Enough! This is a prank! Who called the ambulance just now!!"

In short, it seemed that the platform was even more chaotic than before.

(End of this chapter)