SWDnovel Chapter 107 Confession
Chapter 107 Confession
Chapter 107 Confession
A crimson light surged before his eyes like a tide, quickly engulfing all vision. After a brief feeling of weightlessness, Cyril found himself back in the attic.
He got up from the chair, stretched his body a little, went back to his bedroom to get some materials, and then returned to the attic, where he set up a simple ritual for praying for blessings on the floor.
"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune."
"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;"
We implore you to open the gates of your kingdom;
I pray that you will grant me strength.
As the incantation was chanted, a chilling whirlwind suddenly swept through the attic, and the flame of the central candle, which was placed side by side on the floor, suddenly surged, revealing a patterned, illusory door.
Accompanied by a phantom cry, the door frame cracked open, revealing a gap about half a person's width wide, and the darkness and gray mist behind it.
Cyril stared intently at the Gate of Sacrifice and Gift before him... This also seemed to fall under the category of "Gate," which could be opened or closed by the abilities of an "Apprentice."
It probably only requires a demigod-level "door-opening" ability, um... provided that you don't get killed by the being behind the "door" after doing so.
As his thoughts drifted, pages of pale yellow paper flew out from behind the illusory door and landed neatly on the floor at his feet.
Then the illusory gate of sacrifice and bestowal disappeared as it swayed, and the swollen and bulging candlelight returned to normal.
After cleaning up the remaining traces of the ritual on the floor, Cyril took Russell's diary back to her bedroom.
Clang!
A gold coin flew out of Cyril's hand, spun a few times in the air, and then fell back into his hand.
The reverse side facing up indicates negation!
After glancing at the results, Sirion gently tapped his finger and lit a page of the diary that was less than a year old.
He then took out the next page of his diary and flicked out the gold coins from his hand again.
After a short while, and after repeatedly checking, he found that he only had three pages of the diary left.
This is the original manuscript of Russell's real diary!
"I was lucky, it was just enough. I thought they were all handwritten copies."
"These people who copied Russell's diary are so accurate, they even copied the typos and blackouts."
After muttering a few words, he carefully put away the three pages of Russell's original diary manuscript, then turned and left the room.
In the southern part of the bridge, on a sparsely populated street, Xi Ruien wandered aimlessly.
After walking through almost every street in the southern part of the bridge, Sir Ryan sat down on a bench in the square outside the Lever Church, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.
"Relying solely on luck won't work. Logically, Will Unsetin should have arrived in Backlund by now, right?"
"I can't meet Will Unsetin, I can't meet Ulorius, I can't even meet a single Beyonder with the 'Destiny' pathway. Is everyone just avoiding me?"
As she murmured, a somewhat familiar voice came from beside her: "What are you doing here?"
Cyril instinctively looked up and saw Carlson from the Mechanical Hearts squad standing a few steps away, curiously examining him.
He politely nodded slightly to the other person and made up a reason:
"I was having some troubles and wanted to calm down, so I ended up here without even realizing it."
"The steam above, perhaps a divine guidance, has brought me peace, so I sat down to organize my thoughts."
"Steam above!" Carlson reached out and tapped his chest three times, drawing the shape of a triangular emblem.
"Perhaps you could go into the church and confess to Father Larry. He is a kind and knowledgeable elder, and one of the most devout believers of our Lord. He can listen to your troubles and offer appropriate advice."
"Whenever I encounter difficulties or troubles, I come here to talk to him."
"If it weren't for his occasional paranoia, he would have had the opportunity to become a bishop much earlier, or to remain at St. Hillan Cathedral."
In the end, Carlson uttered a sigh that seemed inappropriate for someone his age.
Sirion's gaze shifted to the church door behind him, and he asked curiously, "So, you're here today to confide your troubles to Father Larry too?"
Carlson shook his head repeatedly: "Uh, no, I'm here today to ask some questions. As I just said, he is a learned elder, even among all the church personnel in Backlund."
"By the way, it's not safe to go out at night in Backlund lately, so you'd better not go out at night."
"Is it because of that serial murder case? But weren't all the victims women?"
Cyril asked a question out of curiosity, but Carlson did not answer. Instead, he hurriedly boarded a carriage parked by the roadside.
Cyril turned his head and saw the person driving in front nodding slightly at him. That person was House, his fanatic.
After watching the carriage leave, Sirion also planned to leave, but his gaze suddenly fell on the intricately interlocking gear pattern painted on the outer wall of the church. He suddenly remembered that he was a believer of the "God of Steam and Machinery" and that he hadn't prayed at the "Steam" church for a long time.
To maintain his public image, he had no choice but to turn around and walk towards the church entrance.
He prayed for two minutes in a pretentious manner before a triangular emblem filled with symbols of steam, gears, and levers, then rose from the bench.
I walked through the sparse crowd to the offering box and left a few £1 notes.
He then went to the side of the prayer hall and nodded slightly to the priest on duty there:
"Good afternoon, Father. I would like to make a confession to Father Larry. Mr. Carlson recommended me."
The priest on duty nodded slightly: "I am Father Larry, please come with me."
After saying that, he turned and led Sirion to the back of the prayer hall, through a corridor lined with stained glass windows, to the last confessional.
Throughout the journey, Sirion subtly and curiously observed Father Larry.
He looked much younger than Carlson had described, with only a few strands of white in his jet-black hair, clear and bright blue eyes, a ruddy complexion, and a spirited demeanor. He wore a loose brass-colored priest's robe, but it was clear that he was not thin and had no excess fat.
If Carlson hadn't just said he was an elder, Sirion would have instinctively thought he was a middle-aged priest in his thirties or forties.
In the confessional, Father Larry placed two glasses of water on the table, gestured for Sirion to sit down, and smiled at him:
"Let go of your worries, enjoy life, and live each day in a relaxed and happy way. When you reach my age, you can also have a young and healthy body and mind like mine."
Cyril nodded slightly... It sounds reasonable, but why does it feel a bit like giving up?
He paused, then argued, "That's an ideal life, but in reality, there are always things to do and troubles to face."
Father Larry shook his head: "There are always things to do and troubles to get rid of."
"Whenever we satisfy one desire, a new desire immediately arises. Most of the time, we call this desire a goal or an ideal."
"Only by learning to be content and to make peace with oneself can one truly eliminate worries and enjoy life."
"Only a small group of people can drive and influence the development of the world. We don't need to use their standards to measure ourselves. Only by accepting our mediocrity can we set the right goals."
Cyril: ... (I) ...
No, you're a priest, not a self-proclaimed toxic positivity guru!
"Um, if everyone just slacks off like this..."
He opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, Father Larry interrupted him:
"Then the world will become peaceful and beautiful, and there will be no more war, theft, killing, and fighting."
After a two-second silence, Cyril suppressed the urge to nod and skipped the topic.
"May I make a confession?"
"Of course?" Father Larry chuckled and gestured for him to proceed.
Cyril breathed a slight sigh of relief; if this topic of slacking off continued, he was afraid he might actually be persuaded.
He picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and then began to organize his thoughts to describe the troubles he was facing:
"I want to see one person, or rather, I want to see either of two people. They should both be in Backlund recently, and I know how to contact them, but I don't know if they want to see me."
"I'm worried that a sudden contact might offend you, but I seem to lack luck in trying to bump into someone by chance."
"Should I quietly wait for the right opportunity, awaiting fate's arrangement, or should I risk rejection and being disliked by taking the initiative to go to them?"
He regretted asking the question as soon as he did. Given Larry's style as a master of giving up, he would definitely make him choose to give up, whether he wanted to see them or not.
But to his surprise, Father Larry began to analyze the situation for him in a serious manner:
"If they hate you and don't want to see you, can you change the situation by waiting?"
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"Quietly waiting for things to happen is the choice of a coward; facing them bravely and accepting any outcome is the true way to confront life!"
Cyril opened his mouth in surprise: "But didn't you just say we should learn to be content?"
Father Larry shook his head slightly and said, "Learning to be content means being content with the status quo, and accepting mediocrity means accepting any outcome without being affected by anything, whether positive or negative, and maintaining a consistent mindset."
Cyril: _
This isn't Larry the Master of Resignation, Father; this is Larry the Master of Philosophy, Father!