Just when Li Xiang entered the Meishan Dojo and looked for Yang Jian,
The distant city of Rome ushered in another day of dusk.
Next to the bakery in the alley, Victor Corey put his hands under his armpits, tightly wrapped his rag-like clothes, and stared straight at the golden toasted bread on the upper shelf.
"Little bastard, can you afford it?"
"Go away, don't delay my business!"
The bakery owner's roar did not scare the skinny seven or eight-year-old kid away.
Victor licked his cracked lips, took out a round copper coin from the pocket of his close-fitting clothes, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "I want to buy that bread!"
The fat boss was stunned for a moment and looked at him like an idiot, "You brat, are you kidding me?"
He took out a loaf of dark bread from the bottom layer of the cupboard, broke it into pieces, and handed over half of it, "One copper coin can only buy half of a black loaf."
Victor's eyes widened, "You can obviously buy a whole piece of brown bread!"
The boss snorted, "That's yesterday's price. If you want to buy it, just pay it. If you don't want to buy it, get out!"
Victor struggled for a while, gritted his teeth, and finally convinced himself, handing over the last copper coin.
He took the brown bread, put it in his mouth and took a bite, chipping a back molar.
"Poor guy!" the boss spat.
Victor spit out his teeth, tore off a small piece of black bread, put it into his mouth, soaked it with saliva and softened it, felt the faint aroma of wheat, chewed it for a while, and then reluctantly swallowed it into his stomach.
"Hello, Miss Susan," the boss's enthusiastic voice came from behind, "the twenty pieces of black bread you asked for are ready, totaling 20 copper coins. As a regular customer, we will give you half a loaf of bread as a gift."
Victor calculated with his not-so-smart mind, twenty loaves of bread cost twenty copper coins, and each loaf of bread equaled one copper coin.
There was no price increase.
He was a little angry and wanted to ask for an explanation. When he turned around, a carriage rushed past, knocking him down and causing the bread to fall to the ground.
Before Victor even got up, he hurriedly went to pick up the bread.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, a boot stepped on the bread into the soil.
Across the street, the skinny man who originally looked at him viciously looked away when he saw that the bread had been stepped into the mud.
Victor hurriedly crawled over, picked up the flattened bread and mud together, and hid in the corner, looking for the edible part.
Although the taste was disgusting, he was so hungry that he swallowed the crumbs along with the rancid mud.
His stomach no longer felt so uncomfortable, Victor looked at the sky, quickened his pace, and arrived at the church on Olim Street.
As soon as he stepped into the church, the sun dropped below the horizon.
The last ray of sunlight disappeared and the city fell into darkness.
Clang.
The church door is closed.
In the darkness, something roared and banged against the church door.
Victor and the men and women near the door ran forward in panic, away from the terrifying presence outside.
Victor huddled in the crowd, looked up, and saw a huge and terrifying shadow projected on the glass window of the church. Just looking at it sent chills down his spine.
Wait for that huge shadow to leave,
People were relieved.
Victor found a bench and curled up to sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but he was awakened by cramping pain in his abdomen. He vomited in the corner for almost half an hour, almost vomiting out all the bile.
He no longer felt sleepy, looked at the confessional in the side hall of the church, mustered up the courage, and walked over step by step.
"Father, are you there?"
A voice came from inside: "Kid, I'm always here."
A smile appeared on Victor's pale face, "I heard someone say that you can grant a wish to everyone."
"This is the meaning of my existence," the priest inside said in a kind voice, "and also the meaning of this church's existence. I have been waiting for you here for a long time."
Victor asked doubtfully: "Father, do you know me?"
"Yes, my child, I know you and everyone who lives in this city."
Victor felt flattered and said expectantly: "I want to see my mother again. She was killed by the Earl's men two weeks ago. She is my last relative."
"I want to see her again."
"I have a lot to say to her."
The priest's voice sounded, "I can grant your wish."
Victor's eyes shined.
"But the Lord said, everything has a price." The priest said.
Victor was startled, "As long as I can see my mother again, I am willing to pay any price."
The priest's voice had no ups and downs, "You need to give the most precious thing in your body."
Little Victor lowered his head and looked at his skinny body, "I only have clothes and shoes. I can leave them if you need them."
The priest said: "No, the most precious thing about you is yourself."
Victor was confused, "But I'm just an orphan that no one wants. Even the traffickers don't like me. Besides, I don't live long."
He paused and then said: "As long as I can see my mother, I am willing to dedicate myself to you."
A piece of paper was handed out through the window.
"Bite your finger and make a bloody fingerprint," the priest said.
Victor looked at the piece of paper. There were a lot of words written on it. Although he didn't know the words, he guessed that it was a contract because his mother had her fingerprints on this kind of paper before she was taken away.
Without thinking, he bit his finger, pressed it on it, and cautiously entered the window.
The window was closed and the side door next to it was opened.
A woman came out from inside.
Little Victor looked at the woman and was stunned. Then his eyes turned red, and he rushed forward and hugged the woman, "Ooooooo...Mom!"
"Mom, Victor misses you so much!"
"Oh, my poor child," the woman lowered her head and looked at the little Victor in her arms, her voice hoarse and dull, "Mom is here, no one can bully you in the future."
When Victor heard this strange sound, he stopped crying, looked up, and saw his "mother" slowly opening her mouth, revealing a mouthful of fine fangs.
Her mouth opened wider and wider, reaching her earlobes.
"No, you are not my mother, you devil!"
Victor was so frightened that he trembled all over.
A pool of dark green mucus flowed from the terrifying giant mouth and stuck to Victor's face.
Immediately, Victor's face began to rot, and the skin and flesh were torn apart.
Before he could say anything, the "woman" leaned down and wrapped her head around his head.
The skin and flesh of the throat kept squirming, and it actually swallowed Victor whole.
The "woman" changed shape and turned into a kind-hearted priest. She wiped the mucus from the corners of her mouth and returned to the confessional.
(I won the bid, brothers, please pay attention to protection)
Boom, boom, boom.
Not long after, the knock on the door rang again.
"Come in."
said the priest.
A gentleman wearing a trench coat and a black hat walked into the confessional and knocked on the window of the confessional with his cane, "Fogaro, don't be so pretentious here."
The window opened, and the priest's head stuck out, wondering: "Hell, this is my territory, Mapa, what are you doing here?"
The gentleman said in a deep voice: "Beryl is calling, you idiot!"
The priest was stunned and asked, "Have you summoned me?"
"All seventy-two demon gods are being summoned," the gentleman said with a solemn expression, "Demon King Leviathan failed, and six demon kings, including Lord Belial, decided to march eastward."
"The war is about to begin."
After saying this, he turned into a crow and flew out of the church.??
