Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Rum took a deep breath and tried to correct his distorted facial features.

He had just landed on a plane today and had come to this church to serve as a priest. He had decided on this profession after hearing about the appearance of Amuro Toru's "Agent" personality.

I have no other thoughts, I just want to know how outrageous the researchers can be and how devout the believers they brainwash can be.

Of course, if he could get the agent on board his ship after gaining a deeper understanding of the doctrine, he would no longer have to worry about being dealt with by Tennessee.

But being called dad is still too much.

In the confessional, the compassionate priest listened silently, but his heart was beating as terribly as if he was on a roller coaster.

Rei Furuya's voice is as gentle as kissing transparent bubbles in the sun, with a dreamy, frivolous and soft feeling: "I'm not sure if the path I'm taking is the right one."

His eyes were serious and sincere, with a hint of fatigue hidden between his brows: "On the road ahead, I have hurt others and been hurt by others."

“Whether I walk in the light or in the darkness, I will always be surrounded by a group of fellow travelers.”

"They respect me, love me, and admire me. They regard me as a masthead light when they are lost at night."

"I--"

He was in a trance for a moment and murmured, "I'm afraid I'm not worthy of the suffering I've endured."

Rum: “…”

Are you talking so seriously?

If I remember correctly, you were born less than 24 hours ago.

The agent was silent for a moment, then pleaded in a clear and gentle voice:

"Bless me."

Bless me.

"Father."

Fr.

The priest's eyelids twitched, and he trembled as he held the cross in his hand. He said devoutly in his old voice, "God bless you, child."

God bless you, child.

The confession in the confessional came to an end, and Fūya Rei walked out of the cubicle lightly, his blind stick tapping on the ground with an elegant and rhythmic sound.

He curled his lips, tilted his head towards the tightly closed confessional door, and said in a soft and harmless voice, "I will come here to pray again in a few days, Father. Will I be able to see you next time?"

The priest who was packing up and planning to leave as soon as Romani left: "..."

Rum, who had just pulled down the cross, was forced to open the business. He tried to respond with a gentle and loving voice: "Maybe, I might..."

"Is it possible that I won't be able to see you?" the gentle and proud young man said quietly, "Are you avoiding me?"

"Of course not," the priest said steadily. "After all, I'm old, and the weather is getting colder. No one knows when I might catch a cold and get sick."

Fūya Rei turned around and faced the door. Although his eyes were closed, his posture was still calm and elegant, and he did not look embarrassed at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled shyly, and said in a rare, lively voice, "Your voice is full of energy and you sound healthy. You definitely don't get sick that easily."

"Could it be that--"

Rum's heart was lifted.

"Are you planning to feign illness to avoid work?"

Rum's heart relaxed.

"Or maybe you just don't want to see me, and you have to avoid me for some reason?"

Rum was nervous again.

The young man outside, like a little devil playing tricks on people, asked again, "Is my faith not strong enough?"

Rum: “…”

It's no use. His spirit was tense and relaxed at times. In just a few words, he looked several years older and even his blood pressure went up.

Romani, did you recognize me and are you playing a trick on me?

But reason told him that Romani would never be able to recognize him through an opaque door.

Not only his face, but even his voice is fake.

Could it be that this guy really cares about the priest?

Rum made a look as if he had seen a ghost, and said in a voice filled with old fatigue: "No, child, your faith is very devout, and God will see your pure heart."

He promised, "Next time you come to pray, I'll still be here, I promise."

Fūya Rei's brows relaxed, and he nodded slightly, gentle and dignified. "Thank you very much for tolerating my willfulness, Father."

"If I don't see you next time, I'll think I'm unlovable." He seemed to have torn off his disguise, his expression cold and his voice contemptuous as he said, "I'll have everyone in New York look for you."

"You can take this as a joke."

He pushed up his sunglasses and walked slowly out of the church: "Please keep this a secret for me."

"The more you know, the faster you die."

His warning voice was steady and unhurried.

In the confessional, Rum had a vicious look on his face. Feeling threatened, he was so angry that he was about to smash the cross in his hand to the ground, but then he thought of Romani coming again, so he put it back in annoyance.

He glanced at his half-packed belongings, then put them away again, trying not to see them.

This small confessional will be his workplace for some time to come.

Rum, who was forced to be tied here, was full of resentment.

Romani's behavior is not just to tie up a priest and play house with the bar, right?

Has he been exposed?!

Outside the church, Furuya Rei braved the cold wind, tightened his scarf, and tilted his head slightly to ask the man who came up behind him, "What did you find?"

Bai Buli said excitedly, "There are two good fighters in there. They have a stable chassis, a flawless stance, and they sit and stand with a warrior-like demeanor. It would be great if I could fight them."

Furuya Rei opened his eyes, a dark glow in them, and a slight curve at the corner of his mouth as he said soothingly, "There will be a chance."

He walked towards the car: "Take me home."

Rei Furuya is playing with rum, and Japan's Kenji Hagiwara is not having much fun either.

After he decisively hung up the phone, his back was soaked with cold sweat. He stood there for a long moment before saying weakly, "That was a close call. I almost got stabbed in the back by fate."

Xiao Jianggu, please stay steady and don't let us overturn.

He walked to the bathroom mirror, fixed his hair, patted his pale cheeks, and then hurried out.

Xiao Zhenping is still waiting for him, so he can't stay in the bathroom all the time.

Then, Kenji Hagiwara and the beauty in the red kimono bumped into each other head-on.

Takeshita, why is Officer Takeshita here?

His heart was pounding, and his ominous premonition grew.

The dignified and beautiful Yamato Nadeshiko looked around the entire cafe, her eyes fixed on Xiao Zhenping who was holding the child, and she immediately covered the lower half of her face with a round fan, making it impossible to see her expression in an instant.

"Hagi!"

Jinpei Matsuda's annoyed voice interrupted Kenji Hagiwara's thoughts.

Before Hagiwara Kenji could respond, he heard a soft and charming voice: "Kenji-kun, I finally found you."

Hagiwara Kenji: ? ?

"Have you prepared your naturalization certificate? Let's go get the marriage certificate together tomorrow."

Hagiwara Kenji:! !

The smile froze on his face.

He was not backstabbed by Kojiro and Fate, but was backstabbed by Officer Takeshita.

He didn't even dare to look at Xiao Zhenping's expression.