I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 121 Mysterious Faith

"Strange, this place is nice, isn't it? I told you that you worry too much."

Christine held Strange's hand and they toured the seaside town.

"Christine, you are right. This place is indeed much more peaceful and beautiful than I expected."

Strange shook his head, trying to dispel the uneasiness in his heart. Although he did not leave after listening to what the old man said, it still had an impact on him.

However, with the gentle breeze from the sea, carrying a slightly salty scent and the chirping of seabirds in the distance, this is just an ordinary seaside town, except that it has developed a little faster recently.

"The statues here are so weird. Why do I feel like I've seen them somewhere before?"

West was staring at a statue on the street, and what he said immediately caught Strange's attention.

He looked at the statue and immediately felt a sense of familiarity, as if it was his brother.

Moreover, he seemed to have seen this statue somewhere before. Where?

"No, these are unique beliefs in remote areas. People who live by the sea mostly make a living from the sea. In the vast ocean, people always have to have some faith in their hearts.

Otherwise, sooner or later you will not be able to hold on and will collapse mentally."

Morales tried to explain the existence of the statues in a lighthearted manner, but Strange's brows furrowed slightly and his eyes lingered on the statues longer.

Although the face of the statue was slightly blurred due to the erosion of time, it still revealed an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if it was a fragment of an important fragment deep in his memory.

"Morales, you have a point, but this sense of familiarity is... too strong."

Strange said slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

He approached the statue, reached out his hand and gently touched the cold stone surface, as if trying to recover lost memories from it.

Suddenly, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and Strange was awakened.

Christine held Strange's wrist tightly, her eyes full of concern and confusion.

"Strange, are you okay?"

Strange looked up at Christine, a hint of confusion flashed across his eyes, but then disappeared.

"I don't know, Christine, but I always feel that there is something hidden behind this statue, so I unconsciously reach out and want to touch the statue."

Morales looked around and said tentatively: "Why don't we ask the local residents about the origins of these statues? Although they look a little strange."

Upon hearing this, West immediately agreed, "Good idea, maybe they know some stories that we don't. After all, every town has its own unique legends and secrets."

So, the group decided to stop touring for a while and look for locals who could answer their questions.

They walked through the busy market and came to a tavern that looked historic.

The pub sign swayed gently in the breeze, making a creaking sound, as if whispering stories of the past.

When I opened the door, a mixture of the aroma of beer and barbecue hit me in the face, and the pub was filled with noise.

They found a seat by the window and sat down. Soon, an old waiter with a wrinkled but smiling face came over and asked what they needed.

Strange politely asked about the statue on the street, and the old waiter's eyes changed immediately.

"I'm sorry, we don't like to introduce our beliefs to outsiders. If you insist on asking me about the statue, I can only politely ask you and your companion to leave here." The old waiter's words were filled with unquestionable determination, making the atmosphere instantly subtle and tense.

The other customers in the tavern seemed to have noticed something strange and cast curious glances at them, but then continued their conversations as if they were used to such scenes.

Strange could even hear a few unfriendly voices.

"Another group of curious outsiders. Don't they know how to restrain themselves?"

"They must have seen that we were rich and wanted to learn the secret of wealth from us. Damn it! These greedy bastards should all be thrown into the sea!"

"What a bunch of despicable outsiders! In my opinion, the high priest should expel all of them!"

Faced with such hostility and rejection, Strange and his companions looked at each other in bewilderment.

"We have no ill intentions. We are just curious about these statues and want to know the stories behind them. Please forgive us if we have violated any rules."

Christine spoke to the old waiter in a sincere tone, looking around and trying to calm the unfriendly looks.

The old waiter's expression eased slightly, but he still maintained a cautious attitude.

"I understand your curiosity, but here, some things are not easily mentioned. Please order your food, or leave."

Strange and Christine exchanged helpless looks and had to order a few dishes at random.

Instead, I couldn't get any information out of him. I might even be kicked out. It was more important to eat first.

"Strange, it looks like we can't get any information out of him."

West felt a little melancholy. Although he did not attach as much importance to the origin of the statue as Strange did, he was also very curious. Like Strange, he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Morales shook his head slightly, with a hint of pride on his face.

"I just heard it clearly. They mentioned faith in relation to those statues. If there is faith, there must be churches. If we go directly to investigate the churches, it will probably be easy to get information."

Morales' proposal was like a flash of inspiration, which instantly changed the originally dull atmosphere. However, the sadness on Strange's face still did not disappear.

“The church is the center of faith, and perhaps the answers we want can be found there, but the local residents have shown such strong hostility towards a statue.

If I go directly to the holy church to investigate, I will be beaten to death by the townspeople."

Strange really wanted to know the origin of the statue, but this was obviously very dangerous.

According to local residents, this place became rich overnight and attracted many outsiders.

You have to know that there has never been a lack of gold rush fever in America.

If there really was a huge amount of wealth here, the whole of America would have been in an uproar long ago, but now there is no reaction at all.

Either the wealth was a lie, or the follow-up was handled very cleanly.

When no one can bring wealth out of the small town, naturally others will just think it's a joke.

So, if there is wealth, why doesn’t anyone take it out?
(End of this chapter)