Not long after summer has just entered, Barton City is about to usher in the first rain of summer. Such rains will never be gentle, they will be accompanied by the irritability of summer, grand and intense. Even before it actually arrives, the thick humidity in the air is already building momentum for it.
The citizens of Barton City were tugging at the clothes clinging to their chests irritably, hoping that there would be a breeze at the street corner to take away the discomfort on their bodies. But when they reached the corner of the street, there was no building to block them. Not only did they not feel the breeze, they also smelled a hint of the pungent smell before a thunderstorm in the air.
This made the people on the street quicken their pace and look at the darkening sky. Who knew whether the rain would fall on their heads soon.
"It's time for you to go, we are about to close." The solemn-faced priest walked towards the only person sitting there among the benches lined up.
This is the Memorial Church in the North District. Because there is a larger Mary Church in the North District, few people usually come here. However, due to the previous collapse incident, Mary's Church has not been reopened yet. This much smaller memorial church took over the work of Mary Church - conducting worship services and accepting prayers from believers.
Today is not Sunday, but Wednesday. Scattered believers usually leave after being enlightened by the priest in the confessional and praying. But the guy who needed to be driven away by a priest didn't seem to have the consciousness to leave.
Wells squinted his eyes, trying hard to identify the person walking towards him, "I, do I have to go? I, I have nowhere to go!"
The priest frowned. He watched the other person move awkwardly between the horizontal benches, stumbling back to the corridor, and looked around helplessly with his eyes that had been narrowed to a slit.
The priest sighed helplessly. Crowley's routine was very strict. But believers are more important. The priest makes a choice, sacrificing the dinner that keeps the vessel healthy, and decides to help this man who is clearly in trouble.
"Don't panic." The priest approached the helpless Wells and put a steady hand on his shoulder. "Did you lose your glasses?"
"Yes!" The former civil servant nodded desperately, with blurred vision. A priest-shaped thing had turned sideways and started to help him find his glasses.
"Father! Not here!" Wells' face wrinkled in sadness, "My glasses have long been gone!"
The priest's searching figure stopped and he frowned. He could not solve such a real problem. The priest patted Wells on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you should get another pair." But the priest is still a priest after all. Crowley carefully selected the demons who want to influence people's hearts. "Prayer cannot bring back the lost things. Prayer is just the process of regretting the loss and discovering the cherishment. Your glasses still need you... "
"Father!" Wells stopped the blurry things in front of his eyes, "I don't have money to buy new glasses!"
The priest's frown deepened, and he took Wells's hand away from his collar. "Young man, then you should go to work. Prayer is your determination to survive. It is the evidence of your oath before the Holy Lord, not your omnipotent wish..."
"Father!" Wells' hand grasped the blurry object in his vision again, and this time he began to shake it, emphasizing his words. "I had a job! And then not again! No glasses now! I can't find any. A job…”
Wells's own words were interrupted by a pain in his hand.
The collar was pulled and wrinkled. After being smoothed by the priest, the black eyes shrank back into the pupils. Please don’t look at these with a prejudiced eye just because the priest is a demon, because after smoothing his collar, the priest raised his hand. Wipe the saliva off your face.
"It sounds like you are experiencing a major setback in your life." The priest maintained the calmness he should have. "Can I ask, what are you praying for here?"
Wells didn't dare to stretch out his hand casually anymore. He restrained his arms, and the sorrow on his face became even more plaintive, "I, I pray that those who deceived and hurt me will go to hell!"
The priest's expression was stunned for a moment, just like vampires, werewolves... all alien races that relied on independent inheritance would choose to evaluate their descendants. The corners of the priest's mouth twitched, and he turned and left. He didn't want to become a companion with this kind of guy in the future.
Wells watched the blurry objects in front of him getting smaller and smaller. He stretched out his hand anxiously and grabbed it in the air several times in vain. Until everything in his field of vision became blurry and still, he weakly fell back to his side. .
Wells groped for the bench next to him, just about to sit down again.
"Please leave, otherwise I will ask someone to send you away."
The priest's voice echoed in the empty church. Wells looked around nervously. It was all blurry. He had no idea where the sound came from. He held on to some luck and cautiously continued to sit on the bench.
"leave!"
The sudden roar seemed to erupt from his soul, and the things in front of Wells's eyes became even more blurry, as if everything was merging into one, and the blurred blocks of color rotated and overlapped in his field of vision. Before his suddenly dizzy body could soften enough to touch the ground, something seemed to be holding him from behind. Wells tried his best to turn his head to look, but he couldn't distinguish the blurry color blocks.
"God...Father..."
Wells was thrown out of Memorial Hall.
Boom!
As soon as the pungent smell before a thunderstorm entered Wells's nostrils, the light and shadow in front of his eyes suddenly lit up, and after a moment's delay, thunder filled his ears.
Wells looked blankly at the world composed of cold color blocks, and crossed his arms in fear. After a brief silence shocked by the thunder, there was a sound as if something dense was hitting the ground.
The former civil servant's ears were occupied by a dense roar, the blurry color blocks in front of his eyes were torn into vertical strips, and a chill lingered around his body. Wells slowly backed away until he reached the closed door of the memorial hall.
He didn't lie, because he had been delayed for one month in rent and had no place to go back. As for why he was kicked out after only one month's delay in paying the rent. That's because this 'cute' former civil servant tried to try out the code on the incomplete prison uniform belonging to Ravenchi himself.
Wells owed not only one month's rent, but also a large sum of money to a gang leader nicknamed 'The General'. Do you think it’s ridiculous that Wells didn’t wear glasses during this month? He deserved it and was beaten away.
For the safety of the residents, Wells was 'persuaded' to leave by the landlord as soon as he regained his mobility.
Now, there is another homeless man in the city of Barton. It's just that he seems to be a newbie, idealistically wasting an afternoon in the church and failing to find his own alley and a trash can lid that could create a dry open space before the heavy rain.
Let us observe silence. (..)