A strange world

Chapter 646 Chapter 43. Church Cleaning

"How are you going to sell us?"

The hairless werewolf stared at Annan, and the other weirdos were gathered together, staring at Annan.

If they weren't afraid of the power of the warden, they would have crushed Annan to ashes...

"Why do you think so? I've been trying to find a way to get you out, and I just made new progress... working for the warden."

"What do you mean?" Candlehead asked.

"The warden thinks that the church needs to be cleaned. I worked hard to get the opportunity from him to help you clean the church. Don't waste my hard work."

The weirdos thought something was wrong, but they did have free access to the previously off-limits church...

In view of the enlarged range of activities, some weirdos agreed to Annan... and some refused, such as the weirdest ones who were most human-like.

"Then you can continue to stay in the dungeon for thirty-four years." Annan watched as it walked out.

"What do you mean?" The weird man stopped.

"I saw a piece of parchment from the warden's desk, recording the time that each prisoner would be held." Annan had no burden of deception and weirdness.

"How old am I?" Slug asked.

"Twelve years." Slug was a child before his death, and Annan didn't make it up for too long.

"What about me?" the sketchpad wrote.

"You're just like a slug."

"How old am I?" the hairless werewolf asked.

"Twenty-eight years." It looked like it had been in a lot of trouble.

Other weird people asked, and Annan gave the answer.

"Have you forgotten how many times it lied to us?" The weird man still didn't believe it, "I'm afraid you've forgotten the time you made it up now, right?"

"Thirty-four years for you, twelve years for Slug and Drawing Board..." Annan said smoothly.

He's a warlock, not a warrior with more muscle than brains.

The weird man asked reluctantly: "What evidence do you have?"

"If I can let you into the church, doesn't that count as evidence?"

In the end, the weird man gave in, what if what he said was true...

The other prisoners believed it, and it would be unsociable not to do so.

After leading them into the church, the warden did not appear.

Annan stopped working and started staring at them with the Burnt Girl. It's not an easy task, and weirdos always mess things up in unexpected places.

For example, when cleaning up the lounge, the candle end almost set the curtains on fire, and the dripping water caused the strange man who moved the bench to slip.

Annan had no choice but to assign tasks to them: the hairless werewolves were responsible for carrying things if they were strong enough, the ones who fell into the water were responsible for sprinkling water on the ground, and the candle head followed behind to wipe the floor.

Rope Weird put on a wet towel and climbed up the pillar to clean the hard-to-reach parts. The slug needs to be careful not to be stepped on by other monsters - but it says that it is not weak - and it expands into a giant slug like a slime.

The weird busyness made the long-dormant Church of Order become lively again. As they cleaned the entire church, they fell into silence as they looked at the reflective ground and the shiny new church.

Do you remember everything you once had as a human being?

Annan didn't chase them out anymore. He went to the deepest room on the second floor alone and opened the carved wooden door with sunlight.

"I finished."

The Archbishop of Valencia raised his head and smiled half-heartedly: "Let Weird clean the church for you?"

"What could be more consistent with the teachings of the Church of Order than to allow chaotic existence to obey order?"

"Warlocks are always good at oratory."

Annan always accepts compliments and stereotypes with an open mind.

"What is the third commission?"

"This is the last commission." The Archbishop of Valencia revealed a flash of memory, "I am a good bishop and a good believer, but not a good father."

"I once dedicated everything I had to the Lord of Order, spreading His will, and praying to ascend to His kingdom in the future. But after the turbulent years, everything is meaningless... My soul has been polluted, and I can no longer There is no way to return to the Kingdom of God.

Annan thought he wanted to free the "Warden" himself, but the Archbishop of Valencia spoke of a family that didn't have much weight in his past.

"My wife is the daughter of an earl. Our daughter inherited our talents and was a born cleric. But after her wife died, she chose to become a mage... I knew she was complaining about me, but I had no time to deal with it at the time. Household matters..."

"Today is her birthday. I originally wanted to leave today to my daughter..."

As a result, the Archbishop of Valencia on January 17 could not imagine that just three months after the spell was completed, the gods lost contact. Three years later, Lost City is in crisis.

The Archbishop of Valencia on January 17 even witnessed the fall of Lost City and his own death.

“We ignore what we have and lament when we lose it…”

The current Archbishop of Valencia has lost his aura of divinity and looks like a real father... I just don’t know if it’s too late yet.

"Do you want me to find your daughter?"

Normally Annan wouldn't mind cultivating a relationship with the archbishop's daughter, but not now: "I'm afraid your third commission will have to wait, and I have to leave temporarily."

The Archbishop of Valencia looked inquiringly.

The two days of contact made Annan feel that the Archbishop of Valencia could be trusted, and he said frankly: "I am actually saving the princess..."

Annan told him that the princess was haunted by strange things and needed two powerful and strange human beings to remove the contamination. So I came here, wanting to get the true body of the "Warden".

The princess doesn't have much time. Annan has already wasted several days...

"It's easy...to complete the last commission, I can give you a weird body." The Archbishop of Valencia looked at Annan, "But not to find my daughter...but to accompany her."

The Archbishop of Valencia handed a bookmark made of seven-color flowers to Annan: "Activate it, and you will enter today and play the role of me accompanying my daughter."

"I?"

“Don’t worry about failure, you’ll start early in the morning if you mess up, and the real time won’t change.”

"But why should I do it instead of you?"

"I said before...because of the accident, I can only stay here."

"What's the point?"

Annan asked puzzledly. Even if he perfectly plays the role of a father on January 17th... he will only be satisfied with his daughter on January 17th.

In reality his daughter knew nothing.

"There is no point. Valencia on January 17th only needs to be with her daughter on January 17th," said the Archbishop of Valencia.

Annan's eyes fell on the seven-color flower: "I thought you would let me find your daughter in reality."

The Archbishop of Valencia smiled: "Go ahead. After you finish it, you will get the weird body I promised..."

"It's just me."