Seeing this child, Old Nova's old face showed a warm smile.

He calmly put down the soldering iron and said warmly: "Don't worry, Mike. Take a breath and say slowly."

The boy named "Mike" didn't care about his advice at all, and gasped quickly and said, "My parents received a letter from Juichu City. After reading the letter, they asked me to send it to you immediately, without delaying it for a moment."

As he said that, he took out a letter from his arms that had been wrinkled.

Old Nova clamped the hammer under his armpit, took the letter and took it apart and looked at it.

Similar things have not happened before, and he didn't care much at first. However, when he saw the contents of the letter clearly, his face suddenly changed.

"Bang!"

A huge hammer slid down from his armpit and hit the ground hard.

Old Nova seemed to have no feeling at all, and she fell into shock and trance.

The thin letter paper in his hand seemed to be weighing thousands of pounds. His hands, which were usually firm and powerful, could easily raise the hammer, were trembling violently at this moment, and he could hardly even hold the letter paper.

"Uncle Nova? Uncle Nova? What's wrong with you?" The little boy didn't know what was going on, and he pulled Old Nova's leather apron in confusion.

"I, I'm fine..."

Old Nova came to his senses and tried hard to pretend to be nothing, but the turbid tears had already filled his eyes without realizing it.

It turns out that the Lord has not abandoned us.

It turns out that the Lord was just injured and could not respond to the prayers of believers for the time being.

It turns out that we misunderstood the Lord and abandoned our faith first...

He covered his face in pain, and his whole body seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

After sending the little boy away, Old Nova stopped caring about the farm tools that had been built, turned around and entered the bedroom, took out a black linen robe from the bottom of the stacked cages, and shook his hand away.

"Brush~"

I haven't worn it for many years, and the rough linen robe has been stained with mold, and many places have even been crippled into small holes.

Old Nova didn't care about this at all. He turned around and took off the blacksmith's signature leather apron, draped the torn black linen robe on his body, and tied it tightly with a belt of the same color.

Wearing hemp and tying.

This is the iconic dress of the monks of the Holy See of Light.

When Old Nova was young, he was a monk from the Holy See. It was because of the fall of the God of Light that the Holy See's clergy were surrounded and suppressed, so he had to hide his name and became an ordinary blacksmith in the town.

Now that God of Light has returned, it is time for him to return to God's arms~

Old Nova had a serious expression, and a firm light appeared in his already turbid old eyes.

He wants to forgive his sins.

He was going to the sanctuary where the Lord returned, praying to the Lord in the most pious way, asking for the Lord's forgiveness, and asking the Lord to allow himself to become a noble clergy again, respect Him and serve Him.

Picking up the long staff of thorns that had been gray in the corner, Old Nova took off his leather boots, walked out of the house barefoot, and embarked on the long pilgrimage without looking back.

...

Eastern Region of the Empire of Light.

Black Swamp Collar, Sand Tree Village.

A middle-aged man in a short linen robe was rolling up his trousers and carrying a harpoon, fishing in the shallow water by the river.

His name is Matthew, and he is an ordinary farmer in Sandtree Village.

Like all ordinary peasants, his bronze face had the vicissitudes and wrinkles of the years of hardship, and thick calluses on his hands and feet. However, few people knew that long ago he was a priest who managed a monastery and many children inside.

Unfortunately, with the decline of the Holy See of Light, the clergy was surrounded and the monastery where he was also under devastating blow. In order to survive, he had to hide his identity and escape to a small village in this remote area with the help of a distant relative, living as an ordinary farmer.

I don't know when this day will end.

Perhaps, in this life, he will never have the chance to return to the Lord's arms~

Matthew sighed in his heart that even the fishing movement became absent-minded.

Suddenly.

A group of clergymen wearing white robes and silver cross radish hanging on their chests passed by the ridge next to them.

They didn't care about Matthew next to them, and while walking, they whispered to the details of building the monastery. They occasionally pointed at the surrounding terrain and whispered in a low voice, as if they were choosing a suitable location.

The mayor of a nearby town bowed his head and bowed his head and followed him. The usually arrogant face was full of humility and awe. The posture and expression were almost exactly the same as when he faced his master, Viscount Klein, the lord of the Black Swamp Collar.

Seeing this scene, Matthew was stunned, and the harpoon in his hand fell into the river with a "bang".

...

Southern Region of the Empire of Light.

Rose Corner, Rose City.

In an ordinary house decorated with taste, an old white-haired scholar was sitting at the desk, lowering his head and carefully wiping a transparent convex lens with a soft cloth.

On the table in front of him were spread out books and half-drawn complex architectural drawings, and next to them were corner rulers and charcoal pens for drawings. It seemed that he was halfway through his work and was resting for a short time.

At this time, the door of the study was suddenly knocked lightly, and a young man in a robe in a fine linen pushed open the door and walked in.

"Teacher, a few people came outside. They heard from somewhere that you have a deep understanding of religious architecture and hope to get your help."

"Okay, I understand." The old scholar raised his head, his tan eyes deep and peaceful. "You entertain the guests first, I'll clean up and come later."

"Yes, teacher."

The young man bowed his head slightly and stepped out respectfully.

The old scholar stood up with difficulty on the table, took a soft hat from the wall next to it and put it on, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on the outer robe, cleared the dust and charcoal traces that were accidentally stained, and then walked out of the study.

In the living room outside the study, three clergymen in white robes were waiting quietly while drinking coffee.

Their white robes were embroidered with golden cross rays, and silver cross necklaces were hung around their necks. The middle-aged man in charge also had a silk ribbon with red embroidered gold patterns on his neck, which was a very typical dress for the bishop of the region.

Seeing the old scholar come out, the three of them immediately stood up.

"Mr. Christopher, I have studied theology with you. I know that you have profound theological achievements and have presided over the construction of several well-known cathedrals. I admire your knowledge and abilities very much." The middle-aged man in charge respectfully bowed to the old scholar and made a deep voice to clarify his intentions. "Now that my Lord has returned, His Highness wants to rebuild the Holy Light Cathedral, one of the Three Holy Lands, and hopes to get your help."

The old scholar's calm and profound eyes suddenly contracted when he heard this sentence, and then he became confused in an instant, and his whole body solidified like a cassette.

After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice in confusion and uncertainty, "You said just now... my lord... is back?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man's eyes were firm, "I think you should have heard of the rumors. Now, I can tell you with great confidence that the rumors are true and that the Lord is really back. His glory will be shrouded in the earth again."

The old scholar's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even say a word.

After a while, he trembled and raised his hands and made a praying gesture on his chest.

"Praise the Lord~"

The simple three words seem to contain countless emotions, making people unable to help but feel hot in their eyes and swelling in their hearts.

Everyone present was silent unconsciously silent.

...

In different places in the Light Empire, similar things are happening constantly.

The believers who once had to hide their names due to the encirclement and suppression of the empire officials and nobles from all sides did not dare to keep the statues of gods and the cross rays. They only dared to pray silently in their hearts and finally could walk in the sun again and praise the Lord's reputation openly.

The clergy who once gave up their faith because of the destruction of the Holy See, and returned to life have gradually regained their faith.

The number of believers began to grow rapidly at a blowout rate.

On the way to the Monastery of St. Luke, the pilgrimage gradually formed a torrent.
Chapter completed!