The middle-aged man took a sip of his tea and kept silent, as if he was still brewing and organizing his words, and he seemed a bit embarrassed to speak.
This is also human nature. Not everyone can talk to a stranger. At a time like this, a qualified pastor needs some simple guidance to make people open their hearts and confide in themselves.
Although Gallo hadn't done anything similar before, he still had the theoretical knowledge taught by the old master, so he took the initiative to speak and tried to guide the other party:
"Name? Age? Occupation? Address?"
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but still answered truthfully:
"My name is George, I am forty-five, a small foreman, and I live on Fourth Avenue three streets back..."
Seeing that the other party finally spoke, Gallo continued to guide:
"What is the motive and purpose of coming here?"
"Uh...actually I have a friend who's been having a rough time lately..."
The middle-aged man was halfway through the conversation, but Gallo suddenly interrupted:
"Be honest, is this friend yourself?"
"Uh... this... is... it's me..."
"That's right, let me be honest, tell me what troubles you have!"
The middle-aged man just talked about his situation in detail. It is probably a common middle-aged crisis, work is not going well, competition is too strong, pressure is too great, relationship is not harmonious, insomnia and dreams, frequent urination, urgency, diarrhea, etc. The line is urgent, wait...
Gallo listened silently, interjecting from time to time, asking for details:
"What's going on here? Explain clearly!"
"Why do you want to engage in vicious competition with your peers? Do you know that this is against the law?"
"This kind of thing happened, why didn't you report it in time?"
As the middle-aged man talked, he always felt that something was wrong. How could this be like interrogating a prisoner? And there is a barred window in the middle, it really has that kind of atmosphere...
However, he finally explained the situation in general.
Gallo stood up, organized his language, and said:
"I understand your situation, don't be afraid, I won't help you repent..."
"There are solutions to your troubles..."
As Gallo said, he helped him open the chain and iron lock on the door of the confession room, and let him out.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief...
And Gallo then put on a serious look and said in that impassioned tone:
"Don't be afraid of difficulties, face it with a smile! The best way to overcome troubles is to face troubles! Persistence is victory, come on!"
He is trying to inspire and inspire the other person.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a while, and then he took a while to answer:
"Mr. Pastor, I understand the truth, but..."
"You mean, should I go to the bar for a drink? Or find a woman to blow off steam?"
"Of course not, why do you think so? Forget it, come with me."
Gallo said, leading him all the way to the door of the church.
It was already night outside at this time, and the moonlight was bright and clear, rendering the surrounding streets silvery white.
"If you want to forget your troubles and relieve stress, the easiest way is to run!"
Gallo spoke.
"running?!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but widen his eyes, but isn't it already night
Gallo didn't answer, but backhanded two divine spells and applied them to him.
That is the third-level magic of the protection system, durability and fanaticism, combined, it is equivalent to a much weakened heroic encouragement, which is the fifth-level magic that Gallo blessed jewelry on Sir Donald's estate before; and The group version of this divine spell is the heroic prayer that Gallo wanted to perform yesterday but was stopped.
However, Gallo felt a little bit wrong when he was performing the magic spell. It seemed that the process was not as smooth as in the previous practice, and he was a little hindered.
He didn't think much about it, probably because he hadn't used this kind of low-level magic for a long time, so he was raw
And the middle-aged man who had been blessed with divine arts suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing to his heart, his whole body seemed to be on fire, with endless energy, and even felt as if he was several years younger, he couldn't help but shouted loudly:
"Ah! My youth is back!"
"Go! Release your blood and youth, sway your sweat and passion, and run towards the moon!"
Gallo followed suit and gave him another push on the back.
The middle-aged man immediately spread his legs and began to run wildly along the street.
Although he was extremely excited, his rationality had not been lost, he could still control his actions, and he could even feel the changes in his heart, so it would not cause the tragedy of the previous bishop.
This is also because Gallo no longer casts those magical spells that affect people's emotions and thinking.
With the fast running, the middle-aged man not only didn't feel tired, but felt more and more relaxed. The heavy burden on his heart seemed to be discharged from his body with sweat, and his whole body felt a certain kind of comfort and relaxation.
He ran like this for two hours at a stretch, and when he returned to the door of the church again, the duration of the divine spell was over. He suddenly felt exhaustion and soreness flooding towards him like a tide, and he no longer had any strength in his body. He couldn't even stand still, so he could only sit on his buttocks at the door of the church, leaning against the wall and panting continuously.
But even so, he still found the long-lost relaxation and refreshment in the soreness and exhaustion, and he really forgot the pain and boredom accumulated in his heart.
After Jia Luo heard the movement outside, he came out with a little milk cat on his head. He was training these little guys just now.
"Mr. George, are you all right?"
Gallo asked.
"It's tiring, but it's cool, it's light, it feels great."
George had that easy, natural smile on his face.
"Need any help?"
"No, just let me sit for a while... Hehe, to tell you the truth, when I was young, I was the best runner in the village. I could run faster than a dog. Many girls liked me for that. Ha ha ha ha... "
George spoke very brightly, compared to the melancholy look he had when he first came in, he seemed to be a different person.
Gallo kindly poured him another cup of tea, and he drank it a few gulps, feeling that his body had regained some strength and he was able to move on his own.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Pastor, if it is possible, can I come tomorrow?"
"certainly."
"Oh right, I almost forgot..."
As George said, he fumbled around for a while, trying to find some money, but found nothing...
"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to bring money today... can I bring it to you tomorrow?"
"certainly."
Gallo replied with a kind smile on his face.