The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Latest website: "Well, on this issue, you are right." Sitings nodded, "So, when can I go out? When can I become the leader of this country?"

"Don't worry, Sitings." 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?"

"Cittings, have you ever thought that your country shouldn't be like it is today? In Europe, it was targeted and bullied by two neighbors to the west. It has the strongest potential, but it has always been suppressed and weakened. You can only choose Swallow your breath?"

The young man quickly turned around and put the pen on the table, as if he had a lot to say about this topic: "Yes! Gehrman should never be like this! My nation has huge energy, we should dominate, not not Staying in the vortex of this political game..."

"As you said." The man in the robe nodded, "You humans can only see the present, 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 the will of God to you: Sitings, I can assure you that under your leadership, Gehrman will eventually unify the European continent and end this continent for hundreds of years disputes, and become the ultimate unifier."

Sittings' eyes suddenly glowed with blazing light: "Could it be like this? The great cause will be completed?!"

"It is inevitable." The man in the robe continued, "However, your satisfaction is coming too fast right now. To tell you the truth, Sitings, if you can listen to my teachings from now on, the great achievements you will finally achieve will be difficult. imagination."

"Not only Olu?" His breathing became more rapid.

This time, the man responded with silence.

Knowing that he was chosen by God, Andolph Cittings couldn't sit still anymore, intense 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 up and down, muttering words.

Then, suddenly, he stopped. He's not a fool to be completely carried away by these promises, and suddenly he realizes something.

"So, Miracle, you mean that you will assist me in conquering the entire world?"

"It can be understood in this way."

"Then, Miracle, please tell me, what price should I pay you?" The flame of passion was still burning in Sitings, but his mind had returned to reason. He knows that everything has a price tag, even the favor of the gods.

There was a faint smile on the man's face: "I have visited many great human beings and presented them with amazing future pictures. There are very few people like you who will ask me about my price at this time. …

"Sittings, you are indeed different."

The Gehrman man's expression did not change, he quietly waited for the answer.

"Yes, of course there is a price for all of this." The man said, "One of them is that your ambition cannot be diminished. You must conquer and forge ahead with great enthusiasm, and you must not do it after I bestow the destiny on you. A corner of peace. Your life will be the life of flames, and you must devote yourself to burning the flames of war to the whole world...

"Another—you need to make a sacrifice. God wants His burnt offering, and you must offer it."

"A burnt offering?"

"Dedicated to God's souls. A lot of souls." The man in the robe said solemnly.

Sitings did not expect Miracle to speak so directly. He must give a great deal of his life to realize his ambition. Of course it made sense, he thought.

"Miracle, who are you and what is your name?"

The man smiled slightly, and he pointed to the sky: "I am your father."

Andolph Sittings froze.

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Henry Hart was a little uneasy. Last night he had a dream in which the goddess's land was invaded and the goddess was injured while driving the invaders away.

Today, he summoned other fire wielders and high-ranking believers to the Night Wind Temple, and after discussion, he learned that many people had seen the same scene.

Not only that, after this terrible nightmare happened, they could all feel that the power of the goddess had weakened. Originally, she was shining on everyone like the sun in the sky, but now the lady who has been hit hard, her favor has become weak, like a candle in the cold night...

For this reason, Henry tried to contact Mr. Rogers, but for the first time, he did not hear back. Everyone was horrified to find that their guide, the most mysterious and powerful Mister Rogers, was missing...

Everyone was so upset because they didn't know what happened. They were not only worried about the condition of the lady, but also worried about the safety of Mr. Rogers. However, they didn't let the panic completely occupy their minds, 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 at that time, it will no longer be the lady who protects them. Her followers, and it's up to them to protect the Lady.

After a brief discussion, they came to the conclusion that although they didn't know exactly what happened, Night Breeze's faith had entered the "dark age" described in the long poem. Now they can no longer hope to be cared for, but instead help the goddess.

So, these fire holders stood up, they strengthened their beliefs, and mustered 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!

Under the discussion and writing of several fire holders, UU reading www.uukanshu. com by Henry Hart, to all the night wind believers, speaking through the confide channel:

"All believers of Night Breeze, 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, crying in the dark like a lost child. Right now, each of us must become the pillar of Night Breeze, dedicating a firmer and purer faith than usual, let us work together for Goddess, pray for Mister Rogers, pour it out!"

Three thousand believers closed their eyes at the same time in different places. Each of them had a small darkroom in their hearts, and in the darkroom was a simple shrine, enshrining the statue of the lady and a candle that burned quietly.

When Sean fell into darkness, and when Ms. Hershey was severely injured, the three thousand believers began to call out their names in a low voice, like a faint fire in the night, the weakest, but the most pious Faith is entrusted to the...

Our lady, our guide, we will always call your name here, and pray that you can get out of the darkness as soon as possible...