"Okay, you are right on this issue." Sittings nodded, "So, when can I go out? When can I become the leader of this country?"
"Don't worry, Sittings." The man, who looked like an ancient man, folded his hands quietly in front of him, "Everything that should happen will happen. All humans need is patience.
"I appear before you tonight to show you an even more amazing picture."
"What picture?"
"Sittings, have you ever thought that your country should not be like today? In Europe, it is targeted and bullied by its two neighbors to the west. It has the strongest potential, but it has always been suppressed and weakened. You can only choose Are you going to swallow your anger?"
The young man quickly turned around and put the pen on the table. He seemed to have a lot to say about this topic: "Yes! Hermann should never be like this! My nation has huge energy, and we should dominate, not not." Stop spinning in the vortex of this political game..."
"As you said." The man in the robe nodded, "You humans can only see things at the moment, but I can see into the future. Logically speaking, I should not disclose this information to ordinary humans, but you are different. You are The key to history is the hinge of destiny. I must convey God's will to you: Sittings, I can assure you that under your leadership, Hermann will eventually unify the European continent and end this continent for hundreds of years. of disputes and become the ultimate unifier.”
Sittings's eyes suddenly glowed with blazing light: "Is this going to be the case? Will the great cause be completed?!"
"It is inevitable." The man in the robe continued, "However, your satisfaction comes too quickly now. To tell you the truth, Sittings, if you can listen carefully to my teachings in the future, the great achievements you will finally achieve will be difficult to achieve. imagination."
"Not just Europe?" His breathing became faster.
This time, the man responded with silence.
Knowing that he was the one chosen by God, Andol Sittings could no longer sit still. Fierce passion and great happiness were burning and stirring in his chest. In order to release those passions, he could only stay in the room. Walking around, mumbling words.
Then, suddenly, he stopped. He was not a fool who would be completely carried away by these promises, and he suddenly realized something.
"So, Miracle, you mean, you will help me conquer the whole world?"
"That's understandable."
"So, Miracle, please tell me, what price should I pay for you?" The flame of passion is still burning in Sittings' body, but his mind has returned to reason. He knew that everything had a price tag, even the favor of the gods.
A faint smile appeared on the man's face: "I have visited many great humans and shown them amazing pictures of the future. There are very few people like you who will ask me about my price at this time. …
"Sittings, you are indeed different."
The expression of the man Hermann did not change, and he waited quietly for the answer.
"Yes, of course all this comes with a price." The man said, "One of them is that your ambition cannot be reduced. You must conquer and make progress with great enthusiasm. You must not do it after I give you my destiny. Stay safe for a while. Your life will be a life of flames, and you must be committed to burning the flames of war to the entire world...
"Another one—you need to make a sacrifice. God wants His burnt offering, and you must offer it."
"A burnt offering?"
"Souls dedicated to God. A lot of souls." The man in the robe said solemnly.
Sittings didn't expect Miracle to speak so directly. He must sacrifice a lot of his life to realize his ambition. Of course that makes sense, he thought.
"Miracle, who are you and what is your name?"
The man smiled slightly and pointed to the sky: "I am your father."
Andolfo Sittings was stunned.
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Henry Hart was uneasy. He had a dream last night. He dreamed that the goddess's land was invaded, and the goddess was injured while driving away the invaders.
Today, he summoned other fire bearers and high-level believers to the Night Wind Temple. After discussion, he learned that many people had seen the same scene.
Not only that, after this terrible nightmare happened, they all felt that the goddess's power had weakened. Originally, she was shining on everyone like the sun in the sky, but now that the lady has been hit hard, her grace has become weak, like a candlelight in the cold night...
For this reason, Henry tried to contact Mr. Rogers, but for the first time, he did not receive a reply. Everyone was horrified to discover that their leader, the most mysterious and powerful Mr. Rogers, had disappeared...
Everyone was disturbed because they didn't know what was going on. Not only were they worried about the lady's condition, but they were also worried about Mr. Rogers' safety. However, they did not let the panic completely occupy their hearts, because there are records about all this in the book - when the "dark age" comes, the lady and her most loyal followers will be hit hard, and by that time, they will no longer be the lady. Protecting her believers, it is up to them to protect the Lady.
After a brief discussion, they came to the conclusion that although they did not know what happened specifically, Night Breeze Faith had entered the "dark age" described in the long poem. Now they can no longer hope to be cared for, but must instead help the goddess.
So, these fire bearers stood up, strengthened their beliefs, and mustered up all their courage in the absence of Mr. Rogers. Their candle of faith, which had shrunk because of fear, burst out with a more dazzling light than usual when this terrible challenge came!
After discussion and writing by several Fire Bearers, Henry Hart spoke to all Night Wind Messengers through the confiding channel:
"All believers in Night Breeze, just like the long poem and Mr. Rogers' previous teachings, Night Breeze has suddenly entered the 'dark age'. But don't be afraid, and don't be discouraged! The goddess needs our help now, and so does Mr. Rogers. We must not be at a loss and cry out in the dark like a lost child. At this moment, each of us must become the backbone of the night wind and dedicate a more firm and pure faith than usual. Let us work together for Goddess, pray and pour in Mr. Rogers!”
Three thousand believers closed their eyes at the same time in different places. Each of them has a small dark room in their heart. There is a simple shrine in the dark room. On the shrine is enshrined the statue of the lady and a quietly burning candle.
When Sean fell into darkness, and when Ms. Hershey received severe injuries, three thousand believers began to whisper their names, like faint firelights in the dark night, bringing the weakest, but most pious I surrendered my faith...
Our lady, our guide, we will always call your name here, praying that you can get out of the darkness as soon as possible...
