MTL - I Like This Dream!-Chapter 4
Sinner Anna. Still ignorant of her fate, Sullivan was in a deep sleep.
To be precise, she fell into a coma. For most of the supernatural beings awakened by using forbidden drugs, the pain will last for a long time, even for a lifetime. Many supernatural beings who have successfully awakened commit suicide soon after because they cannot bear the pain. Miss Anna should have felt a pinprick in her head and tossed and turned—however, she had felt no pain since the day she was born.
Her body went into shock to protect itself, but her spirit knew nothing about it. Fortunately, Anxu fell into a coma for a long time, until hunger woke her up from her dream.
An Xu found herself in a carriage, and the bumps quickly woke her up. She opened her eyes, was confused for a while, looked at her hand, and made sure that the strange dream was still not over. She breathed a sigh of relief and sat up, startled by the figure so close.
The carriage was not too big, An Xu was lying on a long soft bed on one side, and a man in a khaki-yellow coarse robe was sitting opposite, looking at her without saying a word.
"Who are you?" An Xu asked.
The other party ignored her.
"I'm Ann." She said tentatively, "Is there anything to eat?"
The other party still ignored her.
An Xu touched his nose and was hit in the face by handcuffs. Hey, she forgot about it. Upon closer inspection, the man sitting across from him also had shackles on his hands, and actually had shackles on his feet, both of which were still bare. "Brother, do you look worse than me?" An Xu exclaimed, the other party glared at her, took out a yellow book, and began to read humbly.
An Xu made fun of himself, opened the curtains and looked out the window. The surrounding scene was receding, the speed was similar to the feeling of riding a bicycle, and An Xu's whole body was numb at this speed, and the layers of cushions under his body were useless. The man across from him was sitting directly on the bench without cushions, and his double image was turned upside down. No matter how stern his face was, he looked ridiculous.
The dirt road was full of potholes, both sides seemed to have been burned, there were no trees, and it was a uniform wasteland. An Xu looked at it for a while and then closed the curtain again.
So boring, she thought, the carriage is a common transition CG in classical games, but who can bear to really experience the days and nights of switching maps? Do you want to clear the screen with lightning again? She began to sink her mind into fantasizing about summoning thunder and lightning. At the beginning of her efforts, she felt dizzy and dizzy.
An Xu didn't faint, only lost consciousness for a few seconds. She groped the floor of the carriage in a dazed state, only feeling the heat under her nose, and when she reached out to wipe it, her hand was bloody.
"Most Merciful and Compassionate God, King of Sky and Earth, Ruler of all beings on Earth. I am a man of great sin, born of my Lord..." another cried out.
She glanced at him inexplicably, tried to get up, but failed. Her right foot is always unable to bear the force, and it will definitely weaken when she moves up. An Xu pinched his right foot and felt a clicking sound there.
"...For us sinners, willingly suffer, and redeem my felony!" The man said as if singing. An Xu looked at him with crazy eyes, and crawled back to the small bed by himself.
The man frowned deeply at Anxu's actions. He opened the scriptures bound with parchment in his hand and began to recite prayers without interruption. His perception of Ansu was similar to that of Ansu, the ascetic Leopot thought, this sinner is so crazy that he would rather suffer the pain of a broken bone than repent. Doesn't she know the person sitting next to him? Can it heal her pain?
An Xu really didn't know.
anna. Sullivan can live to this day without pain, thanks to the wealth and power of the Sullivan family, who specially let the healer (that is, the kind of person with the ability to heal) protect and treat him personally, and reply once a day surgery. Anna in the past naturally understood that the person who wears the rosary on the left hand is the healer, but how did An Xu know which hand the rosary should be worn by ordinary people.
By the morning of the third day, Leo Potter had already begun to wonder at the girl's frighteningly tenacious will. They drove fast all the way, except for the ascetic monk who was in the same car, there was no one to take care of the eldest lady, and the steadfast ascetic monk Leo Potter never gave her treatment because of the other party's unrepentant behavior.
He had made up his mind that as long as the lady did not repent to God, he would not listen to any request from her. Miss Sullivan, however, had not spoken to him since that first day. She eats by herself, washes herself, and doesn't ask others for help even if she can't do it. The injured leg she had been dragging was already swollen, her face was bloodstained (nosebleeds still dripped suddenly from time to time), and her once-white dress was filthy. This was not something a pampered aristocrat could bear, but she endured it.
What's even more frightening is that she was still locked up by "God's Punishment".
Guilty psychics and ascetics wear the shackles known as divine punishment, which curb psychic powers. Once the ability is awakened, using it is as natural as a bird spreading its wings. How does an eagle tolerate the pain of not being able to fly? The feeling of being blocked is like being bound and blindfolded. Even the ascetic monk Leo Potter spent a few weeks to get rid of the anxiety and pain. How could she be indifferent to this, as if she was an ordinary person? ?
What an unrepentant soul dwelt in Miss Sullivan's frail body?
On the fourth day Leopot could bear it no longer, whether out of pity or fear of the strength of an ungodly soul. He thrust the Bible into Miss Sullivan's hand, and beckoned her to read the Confessions. Miss Sullivan looked down at her book, and up at him, maddeningly blank.
"Repent!" he ordered in a rough voice. "Only repentance can lighten your soul!"
"What do I want a very light soul for?" The girl laughed, the movement was too big, her head shook, and a line of blood flowed from her nose again. Leoport realized that if he did not treat her today, he might violate the bishop's expectations and let her die.
"Read!" he could only say bluntly, "That will ease your pain."
The girl suddenly realized and nodded, but she didn't do what Leopot wanted. She glanced at the page, closed it, and handed it back with a smile that hurt the ascetic's eyes.
Sincerely reciting scriptures can ease the shackles of God's punishment, yet she refuses to speak! Did she expect that her chanting would be insincere, or was she just sending out a provocation?
This cunning sinner probably knew that the ascetic must keep her alive. Leopot's heart sank, and that deceitful and innocent smile was not only hateful, but had become terrifying. A young lady who has never suffered a day, killed her whole family, can endure great pain, is unwilling to repent, and even uses the kindness of the bishop to force a believer who doesn't like her to come to her rescue! Is she trampling on the authority of God? Leo Potter's hands, which had become extremely steady during the penance, trembled, wishing to disobey the order and strangle this young and terrifying person.
But his hand still took off the shackles and put it on the girl's leg. He gritted his teeth so as not to betray an iota of frustration. The bishop has the grace of rebuilding him, and the loyalty of the ascetic to the bishop is second only to his treatment of the gods. He can't live up to the bishop's trust, and he must take good care of the sinner, even if he will be smashed to pieces.
"Can you take this off?" An Xu asked curiously, "Can you take mine off too? It's inconvenient."
The ascetic glared at her viciously.
An Xu didn't know what the nagging ascetic monk was thinking, he held the swollen leg bitterly, muttering words, and soon his body really became much lighter. This is the priest's healing skills. Although there was no pain, An Xu felt much better after the treatment. She stared longingly at the book that had returned to the other party's arms, thinking, if "lightening the soul" is also a real effect, she really misses it.
But, hehe, first of all, she has to know how to read.
An Xu still remembers that when he was in middle school, before the big exam, he dreamed that he joined a secret service organization to steal the answers to the exam papers, and after a narrow escape, he really got it. She broke through the line of defense stepping on the corpses of her classmates, and opened the answer sheet soaked in blood and tears with tears in her eyes. The same thing also happened in the confession letter in the dream, the game guide in the dream, and the cold cp book (huh) snatched in the dream. So there is a skill book in front of her, but the content is full of garbled characters. If you get used to it, you won't be sad... I guess.
She showed a grateful smile to the priest who helped her (seeing that the equipment is much lower than the bishop's level, it's like a novice outfit), but the priest's face was even worse. Is there something on my face? An Xu wondered, could it be that before I noticed, the avatar had changed from a cute loli face to something ugly and blind?
Miss Sinner didn't have time to research, and fell into a coma because of lack of energy.
