In the north of the Xizhou Continent, there is a quiet town.

This town is winter for five months of the year, and not far north, it seems to be about to enter the Arctic Circle.

The town is very quiet, without too developed industry and commerce, with a population of only a few thousand people, and only a few roads, an old railway, and a small airport where no plane landed for several days.

This town is a stop on a long intercontinental railway. It is a mottled old station. It is very distinctive. Tourists often get off the bus and take photos, but few people really stay.

In the middle of the town, there is a church. On the square of the church, there are often some gray-haired old people, looking at the dried fountain and talking about everything in the past.

There are rare tourists in the town. Occasionally, a backpacker with a backpack carrying a backpack and unkemptly walked across the square, headed to a few hotels on the edge of the square, and then hired a guide, or walked alone to the wasteland outside the town.

These small hotels rely on these occasional tourists to live, and their lives are of course very hard.

At this time, another passenger came to the square.

He looked up first and looked at the old church that had been in disrepair.

In front of the church, there was a notice posted, and the handwriting on the notice was mottled, which roughly means that the stained glass window of the church was blown by the wind and there was no money to repair it. I hope that the majority of the believers can raise funds.

The visitor turned to look at the church's stained glass window and found that there were several wooden boards nailed to the back of the glass.

The visitor stood silently before the church for a long time, finally sighed, raised his foot and walked towards the church.

An old lady sitting on a mottled bench and wrapped in a headscarf looked up at her back.

The tourists' backs are tall and strong, wearing camouflage pants and a baseball cap.

Looking at his back, the old lady didn't know what she remembered, lowered her head and smiled.

An old dog with bald fur was lying at her feet. At this time, he raised his head in confusion, glanced at the owner, and lowered his head.

Several dead leaves were blown by the wind, and one fell on its head, covering its nose, and it did not move.

With a creak, the door of the dilapidated chapel was pushed open, and the tall tourists strode in.

Benches filled the entire church, but unfortunately most of them were already broken and traces of being gnawed by borers were seen everywhere.

An old priest was standing on the holy platform, looking down at something, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head, and when he saw that it was a stranger, he lowered his head again.

Sometimes, tourists come to this town and take photos in this dilapidated church.

It seems that many tourists like this tone.

But the tourist did not seem to have the intention of taking pictures. He walked forward step by step, came to the holy platform, and looked at the portrait behind the priest.

Seeing that he did not pray or show respect, the pastor was a little unhappy. He was about to speak when he saw the tourist, took out a stack of money and put it in front of him.

"This is……"

"Glass." The visitor said concisely and pointed his finger behind him.

"God will bless you!" The pastor was excited. Both this church and this parish needed this money.

Hearing this sentence, the tourist smiled slightly and shook his head.

"I hope."

The pastor frowned slightly and took a step forward, as if he wanted to educate the tourist.

Suddenly, his face changed, his hands began to tremble, and his knees became a little weak.

"First... Lord Prophet!"

It turned out to be the Prophet!

The Prophet has arrived at my little church!

The priest's heart was almost jumping out.

Since he was discovered, Orion simply stopped hiding it.

He waved his hand and said, "I'm here to find out someone."

"You...you said."

"A few years ago, a woman named Maia moved to this town. Do you know where she is?"

"Mia?" the pastor frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "It seems that there is a nurse named Miya in the hospital, who is about forty."

"Nurse..." Orion nodded and said, "Okay, thank you. Where is the hospital?"

The pastor pointed his hand out the door, and opposite the square was the town's hospital.

Seeing Orion turn and leave, the priest hurriedly added.

"By the way, she seems to have moved in with his husband."

Olion paused, nodded, and walked out strode.

The priest frowned, then sighed, and shook his head.

So what about the prophet, he is just a man.

The hospital in the town is a little busy.

The time storm not long ago injured many people in the town, and there were many elderly people in the town, and many elderly people were uncomfortable and were admitted to the hospital.

Head nurse Mia was busy all day long, almost without touching the ground.

In the middle, a colleague said someone was looking for him, and she casually said, "Let him wait for a while."

Then, I started to get busy again.

Until the afternoon after get off work.

"Who did you say someone is looking for me?"

"Ah, it's a very tall and handsome man, Maia, did you steal someone with Igor on your back?" a colleague who was familiar with him giggled.

"Go." Maia hit her.

"Really, Maia, life is short, haven't you heard of it? Maybe the earth will be destroyed tomorrow. If there is such a man coming to me, I will definitely pounce on me without hesitation."

In this town, when it comes to the invasion of the giant insect of time, it still seems like something happened on TV, with a ridiculous sense of unreality, and no one knows when it will come next time.

They only know whether to live a life or not. When the sky falls, there is a tall man holding on to it.

Those people in the news seem to always appear on TV and will never come to you.

"Igor is here to pick me up, I'm leaving." Maia changed into her red tweed coat.

Even when he is middle-aged and in his forties, Miya is still shining with her clothes.

Her husband Igor is a small man, honest and submissive.

Everyone was curious about how such a man caught Miya.

But Maia never mentioned her past, and everyone can only guess.

When Miya walked to the door, she saw a tall figure sitting on the bench on the side.

She felt a little familiar, but before she could think about it, Igor had already driven the car from the parking space.

In fact, it is not far from home from here, at most one kilometer away.

But over the years, Igor has almost never been able to pick her up every day.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Maia complained about the matter in the hospital and saw something in the back seat.

"What's this?"

"You're in a bad mood these days, so I've prepared a candlelight dinner." Igor said, "I hope it will make you feel better."

Miya turned to look at the back seat and saw that the back seat was filled with flowers.

A smile appeared on Meya's face, but her smile quickly froze.
Chapter completed!