BXBX NOVEL Chapter 58: Apprentice
Chapter 58: Apprentice
After becoming an Extraordinary, he encountered several out-of-control crises, but he survived them all safely with the presence of this piece of cake and another dark robe.
The sense of gap as if he had been to heaven, seen a dream, and then fell to earth was so strong that it left a deep impression on Chike.
That is countless times more powerful than praying to any god, or even praying to a dreamy angel!
It is the real power of salvation, not the cold words recorded in the ceremony.
Those few out-of-control experiences convinced him that the angel who could give him these two things must be the salvation of this crazy world!
The priest raised his head and tried to keep his eyes open, vaguely seeing the morbid possessiveness on Chike's face.
"You...you are blaspheming!" The priest's eyes suddenly widened.
"God saves the world, why can't he save me?!" Chike's face became strange, and then he was relieved.
"We believe in the Lord not for favor, but for our own peace!" the priest said sternly with his last strength.
"I can't find peace and need a dreamy redemption."
The look on Chick's face became pious, but even more perverted.
He put away the cake in his hand with great care, looked at the priest indifferently, and let the blood drain from his body.
After waiting for a long time, a fist-sized feature appeared next to the priest's body.
"This is a world where people eat people."
Although Chike is only a Sequence Eight, he has a deep enough understanding of the nature of this world.
Just one observation when he killed a monster made him understand a lot. He even had a strong talent in performing sequences.
He put away his attributes and started praying next to the body.
"True man, pure spirit...I pray for your gaze, I pray for your miracle..."
Chick prayed as always, and he prayed like this dozens of times every day, making him the most devout believer in Dreams.
But such a prayer could not even pass through the filter of the dream statue and appear in Truman's ears.
Although Truman takes the faith of believers very lightly, as long as it can provide an "anchor" for himself, he must be pious if he wants to obtain the gift of dreams.
And Chike's prayer was too purposeful, even a little...perverted.
The Dream Statue automatically filters such prayers without leaving any traces.
"Dreams no longer favor me?"
After a long time, Chike, who still had not received a response, felt disappointed.
"Then I will walk up to him myself!"
Chike seemed to have made up his mind. He took out the materials required for various formulas, took out a stone jar, and prepared the potion under the guidance of the formula.
During this process, his face changed several times and his hands trembled, but his attitude was firm.
It didn't take long for the potion to be configured successfully.
"How far do I need to go to reach an angel?"
"If I become a 'witch', can I..."
Chike's Adam's apple rolled and his consciousness was shaken by the impact, but in the end he still drank the potion in the jar.
...
The hunt for elves on the second day in the City of Dream Sea was very successful. With the cooperation of several Beyonders, a Sequence Seven "Storm Priest" was killed and its characteristics were taken away.
But the impact of this incident was far worse than Chike planned.
The elves are eyeing the City of Dream Sea, and the church has also sent a large number of extraordinary people here to protect the City of Dream Sea.
This was the beginning of a disaster, a war.
Of course, these are all small things, and it is far out of Truman's turn to care about them. He is arranging the real big things.
After possessing Al Suhod's pen, Saslier had already delegated the execution of many things to him.
His most important thing now is to write various short stories to drag all the extraordinary races into the quagmire of war again.
He had already done this once, but now that he was out of the crazy race of demons, things became a little more complicated.
"No! I vomited while writing it!" This time the story was more complicated, and the relationships between characters of various races were confusing, which made him very uncomfortable.
Now he is almost writing a real history book in order to ensure that something happens smoothly.
Thousands of words a day, where is the life that people live?
Truman just has a pen, not a real "writer".
"Then I will recommend an apprentice to you?" Saslier thought for a while and suggested, "He will help you complete the writing of the story."
"What? Apprentice?" Truman was surprised. He just complained and fished every day. Who can be a working man with a positive attitude?
But Saslier's suggestion was really beyond his expectation.
"Let me take care of the apprentice? What do you want to do?" Truman blinked and became alert.
"I recently discovered a young man with great potential. The Lord thought highly of him and even gave him a surname."
Truman raised his eyebrows, seeming to realize something.
"Abraham." Saslier said solemnly.
This surname has a noble and sacred meaning.
It is already a great honor to be given this surname by the ancient sun god.
"Abraham..." Truman was stunned, but felt it was natural.
"He is an 'apprentice', and I hope you can become his teacher." Saslier said solemnly.
"Have you been waiting here for me?" Truman's mouth twitched, feeling like he was being plotted.
"I hope he can get the asylum of Dreams." Saslier said directly.
"Abraham..." Truman thought for a moment and agreed. Such an apprentice would probably be a good one.
"Okay." Truman nodded. This was a man who truly deserved the surname "Abraham".
Soon, a young man came to the two of them.
The young man's face was expressionless, almost indifferent, and his blue eyes exuded an inhuman clarity.
He meticulously saluted Saslier, and then raised his head to look at Truman.
"Your Highness Dream...please accept Bethel's respect..."
When the young man saw Truman, he realized something, and his slightly dull and prim face showed some excitement.
In the Kingdom of the Creator God, Truman's status is also special, because the subjects in his territory can only believe in dreams, which is a right that other angels do not have.
"He is Bethel Abraham." Saslier looked at Truman.
Truman looked at this young man carefully. He was still an "apprentice" and had just started in the ranks, but his future was destined to be extremely brilliant.
"I will be your teacher from now on, and you are also my first student." Truman's tone was solemn enough.
"Students meet their teachers!" Bethel knelt on the ground and prostrated. In the city-state where Bethel grew up, this was a courtesy that was only reserved for parents.
Truman sensed some kind of sincerity and nodded with satisfaction.
This kid's face is a little paralyzed, but his heart is still very active and is worth cultivating!