franphil Chapter 130 Ghost's Sorrow
Chapter 130 Ghost's Sorrow
Chapter 130 Ghost's Sorrow
Backlund.
The prayer room of St. Samuel's Cathedral.
Miss Hugh woke up in terror from her nightmare, her back instantly soaked with sweat. The fleeting, alarming image lingered in her mind like a nightmare, impossible to shake off.
"You're awake."
Would you like some warm milk?
Beside her, Chael stood up and asked her in a friendly manner.
"Are you... a member of the church's clergy?"
Hugh was initially startled, but when he saw the blanket on his body, the other person's distinctive black and red clergy robe, and the black badge of the night hanging on his chest, he quickly calmed down.
"That's right, I'll just call myself a butler for now?"
"I prefer titles like deacon or bishop to priest, but unfortunately I'm not qualified enough. My bishop mentor would rather let me continue to develop for a while and doesn't want me to take over his position too soon."
Xia Er smiled helplessly.
"Have you been guarding this place the whole time?"
Hearing the other person's joke, Xiu's tense mood eased, and since the environment here was relatively safe, she asked with peace of mind.
"I wouldn't say I'm stationed here. Being on duty is part of my job. Compared to my colleagues who have to go out on field duty, my job of providing help to believers in need within the church is very easy."
As he spoke, Xia Er stretched his arms and reassured Miss Hugh, who was still somewhat uneasy:
"You don't need to worry or be afraid."
"This is the cathedral of the Church of the Night. Even the royal family of Rune cannot harm the believers of the goddess here, let alone anything else."
As he spoke, Xia Er turned to make tea, placing a steaming cup of black tea next to Bishop Elektra, who was reading a book.
When he returned, he was holding a cup of warm milk, which he handed to the girl in front of him.
"Thanks."
Hugh thanked her quietly, took a small sip of milk, and her fear and unease subsided somewhat.
This milk is sweeter than I expected; it must have had sugar added.
"It's okay."
"If it's convenient, could you tell me what you dreamed about?"
"As a clergy member of the Church of the Night, I am quite skilled in dream interpretation."
Xia Er placed the teacup and a plate of late-night snacks on the empty seat next to him, and pushed the plate towards Hugh, indicating that he could enjoy the snacks himself.
"Thanks."
"I...I saw a palace filled with mist, and there seemed to be a blurry dark shadow, but I couldn't see anything clearly, and then I woke up in fright."
Hugh hadn't intended to bring this up, but Xia'er's gentle attitude softened her heart, and she unconsciously blurted it out.
"The scene you described undoubtedly points to the unknown, the mysterious, and the terrifying—words that will subconsciously trigger associations in people."
"From a psychological perspective, this indicates that you are under tremendous pressure, which may even have threatened your life, causing you to develop a severe fear of something."
Xia Er pretended to observe Miss Hugh's expression, and then spoke in a very professional and scientific tone.
Is that right?
Hugh was somewhat uncertain.
She suspected that her dream might have been caused by unintentionally reciting the name of an evil god or demon.
But the deacon's reaction made her deeply suspicious. He was right; this was the prayer hall of the Church of the Night. How could evil gods and demons dare to attack the goddess's believers here?
Night and dreams are also subjects of authority related to goddesses.
A clergy member from the Church of the Night had been by his side the whole time. If something bad had really happened to him, the other person's expression shouldn't be as calm as it is now.
"Have you ever encountered someone or something that terrified you, or experienced some kind of upheaval that left you feeling extremely insecure?"
Chaer continued to guide the girl, encouraging her to think about the hurricane she had encountered and about her own life story, which had undergone tremendous changes.
Sure enough, when the pressures of real life came crashing down, the fright from the dream became insignificant.
When you realize you still have 32 years of mortgage payments to make, and your Alipay payment is about to become overdue.
At this point, even if the vase in your room moves on its own, you won't have time to pay attention. Even if the computer screen lights up automatically and plays some content you enjoy, you won't show any surprise or excitement.
At this point, you might be described as someone even ghosts fear.
This is how Hugh was at that moment; she lowered her head dejectedly, quickly finished the milk in her glass, but still clung to the rim, unwilling to let go.
It's like some kind of robot with erroneous instructions.
Zilingus' previous death threats.
Fors suffers from headaches and hears strange, peculiar curses during every full moon.
The unsolved case of her father, the revoked title of her family, her young brother, her depressed mother, and herself trying hard to keep busy, but not knowing what she is busy with.
All these thoughts rushed to my mind. Evil gods and demons no longer mattered. If this is fate, then let it be destroyed, right here, in the goddess's church.
Xiu was feeling somewhat resigned when he felt a hand pat his head and rub it. He heard a voice that wasn't very familiar.
But it was a surprisingly friendly male voice.
"I guess I'm still not good at comforting people. I'm supposed to be a tech-savvy night butler."
"Madam, would you like a purification ritual?"
"Consider this an apology for my previous presumptuous speculation. I can also give you an extra opportunity to experience a small mass."
Chael glanced at the clock on the wall. It was past midnight, and if the guests chose to stay overnight, it was time to offer some special services.
"A purification ritual?"
For purification rituals, wouldn't it be more reliable to find someone from the Church of the Eternal Sun? Can the Church of the Night also perform purification rituals? And even a small mass?
Xiu never expected such a bargain to be waiting for her. She still held back for a moment and did not agree immediately. At least she had to show that she was somewhat unfamiliar with Feifan.
"Yes, a purification ritual."
"I will hold a ceremony and pray to the goddess to drive away all your misfortune and terror, leaving only peace from the depths of your soul."
"Now, please close your eyes and wait patiently."
Charlene, feigning seriousness, asked Miss Hugh to close her eyes, and then prayed to the goddess of calamity and fear, and the lord of slumber and silence, performing a simple ritual magic.
In theory, once the "Goddess of Night" "devours" a person's misfortune and fear, that person's mind will become peaceful.
When Hugh heard the softly sung hymn of the night in her ear, and her petite figure was enveloped in the shadow cast by Chael, she truly felt at ease and peaceful.