Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The vision in the grove did not last long. Even so, it was possible that someone saw it from far away. Blaise walked towards the grove with half a sense of danger and half expectation in his heart.

The woods are an area that has been explored, and being so close to human settlements, there are naturally no wild animals.

The only birds were startled and flew away by the noise caused by the strange vision. When Blaise walked into the woods, perhaps due to the feeling in his heart, there was an unprecedented quietness.

The movement that I could only experience in winter now feels like snowflakes floating into my palms.

"If it was a wild beast, it would have been eaten up. Too bad I didn't bring my phone."

The priest muttered that the beast he was referring to was actually some dangerous "monster" that was more than 20 meters tall, or some dangerous alien object.

It is not uncommon in nature for beautiful flowers to attract prey with their own decaying sweetness and then devour it.

Keep walking, and you will get closer and closer to your destination, and you will arrive soon.

Based on his subjective feeling, the place where the white light fell was almost in front of him. He walked for about another minute and finally arrived.

On the soil of the grove, there lay a human being.

Blaise held his breath slightly. The scene before him was not what he had imagined. There was no big pit, and no metal object that looked like a flying vehicle, but it was still very strange.

A person, an Asian man was lying on the ground. From such a distance he couldn't see whether his chest was rising and falling, which meant he was not sure whether he was alive.

Of course, it was a little different than expected, but it was still a very strange sight.

Reason is urging me to leave quickly. Now assuming that I can get away in time and still have the proof of my thinking ability, I will let the police, the army, or something else handle this matter.

However, the sacredness of the white light still echoed in his heart, causing him to question himself over and over again.

——Let’s take this man away quickly.

Blaise walked closer and carefully took the man's hand and placed it on his shoulder.

But he soon realized that this wouldn't work because the man was completely unconscious, so he tried to carry the man on his back.

The man wasn't heavy, just the weight of a normal adult. It wasn't a piece of cake for Blaise, but it wasn't much of a strain either.

The clergyman's black robe was stained with some light and dark dirt particles from kneeling on the ground, but Blaise didn't care about that at all. Instead, he carried the man on his back seriously.

He had the same feeling as the three wise men who went to worship the Savior, as if the star seen by the three wise men was also hidden in his heart.

It was hard to describe his current mood, a little confused, but also a little immersed in the feeling of the Count of Monte Cristo and his guests enjoying jelly in the cave.

The priest carried the man on his back as he walked along a dirt path in the fields, surrounded by large fields of rapeseed flowers. The weather was not hot, and a breeze blew over, making the yellow and green scenery sway slightly.

After carrying him for a while, Blaise heard a strange voice coming from his shoulder. The voice was very accurate and clear in French, but with a slightly unclear tone. He did not deny that he was startled.

"Who are you?"

"This is a complicated question," Blaise said, his brain working at full capacity, "...You're lying on the ground, and I'm a clergyman, so, well, you know."

The man on his back was silent for a moment at this answer. During this time, Blaise naturally did not stop walking.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself."

"Oh, of course!"

Blaise carefully bent down slightly, with his body slightly tilted back so that the man could step on the ground. When the man left his back, he clearly heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

He turned quickly and saw the man lying on the ground.

The man seemed a little confused. He looked at his legs. Slowly, his left leg bent, and his right leg remained motionless.

Then he supported himself on the ground with his right hand, but his left hand did not move at all.

Blaise felt that with his movements, it was normal for both hands and feet to move, but now it looked like he was only halfway through the movement, with the other half not responding.

He originally wanted to lift his right leg, but it never did. He originally wanted to support the ground with his left hand, but it just hung there like a broken willow branch.

"I see......"

Blaise heard the man whisper.

"What's wrong with you?"

Blaise had already seen it, but out of politeness, he still asked, and the man answered normally;

"It's nothing. I have some disabilities. I can't use my right leg and left hand."

"The church is not far from here. If you don't mind, can I help you get there?"

The man nodded silently, and Blaise stepped forward and took hold of the man's usable arm, helping him walk with difficulty. As he was missing two limbs, it was quite inconvenient for him to move.

"You are a priest, aren't you?"

"No, I'm a sacristan. To put it simply, I'm the person who takes care of the altar, candles, and silverware during the ceremony."

“There are a lot of Asian people around here?”

"I'm not sure, but there probably aren't any. There aren't any tourist attractions worth mentioning in this small country."

The man nodded silently and didn't continue talking. There was no need.

Blaise introduced himself; "I'm Terry Blaise, nice to meet you, what's your name?"

The man said, "Xia Long."

They arrived at the church, where the smell of burning candles and granite mixed together. The stained glass with carved allusions looked at the atrium with angel eyes. Several fire spots on the altar were still burning. Blaise asked Xia Long to sit on the chair, then put one hand on the back of his head.

"Thank you."

Xia Long thanked him.

"No! No, it's okay." Blaise was flattered and said quickly; "There are still several empty rooms in the church. It's okay for you to stay here temporarily."

"You are not a priest, can you make a decision like this?"

"No, no, Christ's will tells us that helping others is never wrong. If I let you go like this, I will be condemned after I die, and the priest will agree with me."

Xia Long said slowly;

"What year is it now?"

"what?"

"What year is today?"

"2013."

Xia Long nodded, which made Blaise feel strange and not strange. He did not continue asking.

Although the man named Xia Long is of Asian descent, he is tall and his face only looks like a man in his twenties, but his eyes are sharp and mature. His expression is calm now, which makes people feel a little bit friendly.

"I'm very grateful to you for letting me stay here. I also think it's time for me to take a break for a while."

He gave Blaise a smile, a very sincere and brilliant smile.

The sunlight shone through the stained glass, casting a purple halo over the altar, and the fire flickered slightly.