I Like This Dream!

An Xu returned the same way and found that no food was being distributed in the yard.

Today was different. All the ascetics were well dressed and lined up in a row with solemn expressions. An Xu sneaked in and lined up at the end of the queue. Thanks to her petite size, no one noticed her.

The courtyard door opened.

Different from usual, it was not only the small side door that was open, but both doors were opened, and the ascetics walked out one by one solemnly. Is today a big holiday for gatherings? Or is everyone’s fast over? For a moment, An Xu regretted that he had already eaten so much. Then he thought about it, no matter how big a meal was here, it would not be as delicious as Chris's. Forget it, it's not rare.

She tugged on the man in front of her by his robe and asked him what was wrong, but he ignored her. She curled her lips and walked slowly with the team. Everyone was walking as if they were crawling, which must be because they were not full.

An Xu was not in a hurry. After the first day, she never got hot or had a nosebleed after eating, nor did she experience a situation where meditation made her hungry faster. Maybe she was not used to eating too much after being hungry before. With Chris feeding her every day, she had a huge advantage among these hungry people. She thought she could survive to the end even if she was dragged to play battle royale.

Chris is such a good person. He cooked meat for two days, and then gave her different ways to make soup and vegetables. He said that eating meat alone was not good for her health. He also apologized and explained that the fresh food here was too expensive and she could only eat it locally. Get ingredients and buy some condiments. How could An Xu blame him? People are always full of heartfelt respect, love and gratitude for their parents. Chris is a little bit like Tang Monk, and his speech is a little strange. He always has a face that says "Mom, I'm so worried about you." He still couldn't look past An Xu's swaying hair that was poking her eyes, so he used a hair tie to tie her into a ponytail. He was very good at it, but it was a pity that he had to take it off every time he came back.

An Xu touched the headband in his sleeve and made a sincere wish to the dream: If we want to form a team to kill monsters in the future, please let me and the almighty Chris team up!

At this moment, the team of ascetic monks had reached the center of the college. Lines of teams can be seen here. The senior students are still entering, while the junior students are already leaving, with disappointment on their faces. Anxu's curiosity became more and more intense. She stood on tiptoes and tried to look inside, but to no avail. She probably needed to stand on a chair to avoid being swallowed up by the crowd.

The team of ascetic monks lined up behind the senior students. Anxu waited for a while, and when a team of junior students approached, he grabbed the student at the end of the team. The elementary school girl looked at her blankly, and within two seconds, she forced out a smile that looked like she was crying.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"God, God, God, God, favored by God..." the elementary school girl trembled and said, "Go, touch the statue of God. If Ruru shines, it means you are favored by God."

"Then what? What will happen if you are favored by God?" An Xu asked.

"God's beloved...it is God's beloved..." the elementary school girl repeated, as if she didn't know how to explain it. She and An Xu stared at each other for a few seconds, tears streaming down their faces, and they sobbed: "I don't know, don't eat me..."

You never know how far a fact-based rumor can go in a closed academy where there are no weird rumors.

An Xu, who scared his little sister to tears, let go of her hand in embarrassment. The elementary school girl quickly took two steps back, turned around and ran away without a trace.

The team in front still moved, and the ascetics seemed to be the last group. An Xu followed the people in front of him and walked into the room. He felt that this scene was a bit like a physical examination, and it was quite efficient. She could finally see what those people were doing from a distance. They stretched out their hands one by one, stayed on something for a few seconds, and left without responding.

In fact, it is not unresponsive. The touch of certain people can make the statue emit a faint light. At this time, the priest in rich attire standing behind the statue would bow and salute to the other person, and the other person would return the salute, and the two of them would say "Praise to the Light" together. An Xu looked at it for a while, but didn't see any meaning. Even if she makes the idols shine, what use will a word of praise for the light do to her? She yawned. She felt a little sleepy after eating just now, and wanted to go back to the yard and take a nap.

The number of people in front decreased one by one, and finally it was her turn. She had never seen a priest in fine clothes. He was a fat, bald man, and his little melon cap just fit in the Mediterranean Sea on his head. Mother Mary, who was glaring at her from behind the priest, was an old acquaintance. She didn't bother to look at the other person and put her hand on the statue casually.

Shine brightly.

Almost at the moment Anxu touched the statue, the entire statue emitted a brilliant light, as if it suddenly turned into a light bulb. She was so stung that she closed her eyes and subconsciously retracted her hand. Others who were also attacked by flash bombs did not close their eyes and retreated. Their eyes were wide open, as if they were afraid that they would not be blinded.

"Please put your hand back!" the priest in rich attire said with a trembling voice, "please try again!"

An Xu looked at them doubtfully, stretched out a finger and poked the statue. No one cared about her disrespectful gesture. Under her fingers, the statue was like a touch lamp, lighting up when she touched it.

"The one favored by the gods..." There was a hissing and gasping sound from all around.

An Xu asked in no hurry. She looked around and her eyes stopped on the face of Sister Mary, whose expression changed rapidly. The dean's face was like a palette, and his micro-expressions changed as fast as a twitch, and he couldn't tell what each expression meant. As if he had just come to his senses, the priest in rich attire walked around the table to Anxu, bent down and performed the full set of priestly rituals. He said: "In the name of Paul Ackerman, President of St. Andrew's Seminary..."

"Please wait a minute!" Sister Mary said in panic, "There must be a mistake, she is Anna Sullivan!"

Dean Paul blinked in astonishment and reacted within a few seconds, saying enthusiastically: "Bishop Abel is not wrong! Only faith can wash away sins. Isn't it the glory of God that such sinners can convert to our Lord!"

"But she's not pious!" Sister Mary said anxiously.

"Can there be any mistakes in idols?" Paul asked unhappily.

"This...she must have cheated and defrauded the Lord's glory!"

“No one can deceive the omniscient and almighty God!” Paul agreed. He turned to Anxu and said kindly: "You have put aside your past sins and become a believer favored by God! From today on, you are the future shepherd and one of our brothers and sisters."

Before An Xu could react, he said to the priest next to him: "All specifications must be based on a person favored by God." After that, he gave An Xu a friendly smile.

Anxu, Sister Mary, and everyone who knew Anna Sullivan's reputation were all stunned.

What is a favored one? In the simplest analogy, the pope is the one favored by God. The cardinal's touch can make the statue of God shine, but a child who is not highly respected, only in her early ten years, can make the statue of God radiate the light of favor with her touch. What is the concept of that?

From the time Urban I met the gods to the more than ten years since Randolph III ascended the throne, during the more than three hundred years, only two such young people, including Anxu, appeared.

Dean Paul suffered less from the impact because he was very busy and was not personally involved in the affairs of the college. He only presided over the annual St. Cecil's Day and the St. Bashar competition once every few years. With so many students, how could he remember their names? He didn't know Anna's reputation in the college. He vaguely remembered Mary mentioning Anna Sullivan, but compared to Mary's report, Paul remembered Bishop Abel's letter of recommendation more deeply. After all, the old guy is said to be wearing red.

The one who was least affected was Anxu. She didn’t know what God’s favored ones were. That was not in the Bible. It is said that saints are favored by gods, but such false legends have no reference value. For her, becoming a favored one means first of all: she is free.

Dean Paul failed to remove her Divine Punishment Lock. He stepped forward and fiddled with it for a while, and awkwardly said that it was a "time lock" set by the bishop, that is, there was no key, and it would not be unlocked until Anxu graduated five years later. Lift. For such a high-level person, a fixed-term prison sentence? An Xu was not disappointed. She had become accustomed to the presence of shackles on her hands and regained the atmosphere of weight-bearing exercises with sandbags tied on her feet.

Until An Xu yawned and walked out, the entire auditorium was still immersed in silent shock.

Anxu no longer had to go back to the ascetic courtyard. She was taken to a room that was several times more spacious and brighter than her previous kennel, and almost as comfortable as the Sullivans' bedroom. It had its own desk and bathroom. She immediately took a shower and lay down on the bed. Ah, the soft bed! She thought in her mind that she should tell Nancy that she had come out immediately, and that she should tell Chris that she would not be hungry anymore. After thinking about it, her head tilted and she fell asleep.