"good."

Xie Liang continued to watch the man busy for his food, and he calmly responded to the voice in his head.

It was already late at night, and the deserted streets outside the window were scattered with light silver light, and the numerous buildings were hidden in the shadows, like giant stone beasts that had fallen asleep.

In the room, the man took out a cup from the top compartment of the locker, picked up the boiled hot water and poured a large cup of it.

Originally, during the process of boiling water, the man planned to add some tea leaves to the kettle, but when he went through the locker later, he realized that the jar he used to hold the tea leaves had already bottomed out.

Helpless, he could only boil a pot of boiling water to soften the better quality brown bread.

This is one of the portions he bought for five pips. Each loaf of bread weighs about 300 grams, which is close to a pound - a pound is about 400 grams, which is about the weight of eight eggs.

The man prepared a total of three pounds as his staple food during this period, enough for him to eat for several days.

The taste of these brown breads is not particularly good, but it is still edible. At least the man has not eaten any small stones or sawdust from them.

If you are willing to chew it patiently and carefully, you can still taste some bran flavor from it.

Holding the plate with the black bread, the man smiled and held the steaming glass of water in his other hand and handed it to Xie Liang.

To be honest, the man was still a little scared because he did not prepare croissants for the disciple as requested.

He only had the remaining black bread to fill his stomach in a short time.

"It doesn't taste like white bread as you imagined. Remember to add some hot water to soften it. It will test your masseter muscles when you chew it." The cheerful voice suddenly sounded in my mind, and the tone of the other person's words seemed to be expecting something.

With a slight nod of thanks, Xie Liang took the plate and water glass handed over by the man. He placed the plate on the window support and put away the green armor covering his body with a slight movement of his mind.

Opening the window, the cool late night breeze flowed straight through the window and hit Xie Liang's face.

The picture shows his neatly styled short hair. He is wearing a linen shirt that fits his skin and a pair of light gray trousers.

Xie Liang did not wear formal clothes, only a light brown striped vest was worn on his body. There was no excess, perfectly showing off his strong body.

At first, I felt the neckline was a bit tight when I wasn't used to wearing it, but now Xie Liang doesn't feel much at all.

While blowing the cool breeze and feeling the joy of leaving the darkness, he picked up the black bread, tore it open, chewed and tasted it.

Just like what the thing in the bracelet said, the unsoaked black bread is a bit gritty, and it feels like eating a very hard cake when chewed.

Not dissatisfied, Xie Liang then tore apart the brown bread in batches, soaked it in water until soft, and then began to taste it.

The taste is average, and it's okay to fill the stomach, but as food in life... Swallowing the last piece of black bread, Xie Liang took the opportunity to drink water and muttered silently in his heart:

"are you still there?"

"Uh-huh." There was almost no interval, and he immediately responded in his mind: "I've always been there."

Xie Liang glanced at the man with his peripheral vision and asked the voice in his mind: "Can you imitate my voice and say something for me in Xianyu Heshe language?"

"It's very troublesome, because you need to bypass certain limitations of the bracelet, which is completely different from the dialogue that works on your mental body."

The last sip of warm water slipped into his throat. Xie Liang put down the water glass and said silently in his heart with an expressionless face: "Does that mean it's okay?"

"Uh-huh." The voice in my head agreed with Xie Liang.

guess, it explained carefully: "Remember to recite it silently in your heart, don't open your mouth."

"OK."

Xie Liang's face remained as usual, the left corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and his hands continued to collect the plates and water glasses.

After closing the window, Xie Liang, who had finished discussing with the voice inside the bracelet, turned around and left the window. He took a few steps forward and came to the man and handed the tableware in his hand to him:

"Sir, thank you for your hospitality."

A fluent "Xianyu Heshe" came out from the mouth of the young man in front of him. The man was slightly surprised before he took the plate and water glass. He seemed to have not yet realized that Xie Liang could speak "Xianyu Heshe".

Obviously the young man in front of him did not speak, but the man clearly heard another voice ringing in the room.

Is that the voice of a disciple of God? But this is really strange. Could it be that disciples of God have been given the right to communicate by the Lord?

The man couldn't be sure, because he still didn't have much contact with things in the field of mysticism. He only knew that only those chosen by God could become a disciple of God, and that every disciple of God had abilities that ordinary people could not imagine.

But correspondingly, the more you get, the more restrictions you receive.

The rumor about this point is said to come from the saying that the gods take pity on the world. In order to protect the incompetent people, the gods attach different shackles to each of the disciples with special abilities.

Thinking of this, the man hurriedly responded: "It is my honor to serve you, Mr. Shentu."

It's like my voice...

The thing in the bracelet simultaneously translated the man's words. Xie Liang nodded and gave corresponding expressions according to what the man said.

He calmly showed a kind smile and strictly followed the instructions of the voice in his mind.

Xie Liang tried his best to appear friendly, leaning forward slightly as if he wanted to ask, and the voice came out from his tightly closed lips again:

"How should I call you? By the way, you can just call me by my name, Bartolos. My full name is Bele Bartolos Hoya."

"Joshua Dewen, you can just call me Joshua." A relaxed look appeared on Mr. Dewen's face unconsciously. He enjoyed the process of communicating with the disciples of God.

You know, this is a treatment that even his grandfather did not receive. The Lord sent apostles to respond to his tentative call. Not only did he not blame him for disturbing him at will, but he also communicated with him in a friendly manner.

Before Xie Liang could speak again, Mr. Dewen hesitated for a moment, and then he considered his words again:

"Um...Mr. Hoya, to be honest, I have to keep a certain distance from you."

"Well... a certain amount of respect is necessary for the Lord's apostles, in order to maintain the relationship between them."

"In the words of my grandfather, if believers no longer have the most basic respect for the gods, then the gods will lose the need to exist."

Apostle of the Lord?

Xie Liang thought about this sentence over and over in his heart. He felt that Joshua had made something wrong. The other party seemed to regard him as a follower of a certain god?

"He regards you as an apostle of the Lord of Prayer. Don't think too much about it. This is a good thing."

"In this world, believers will only implement the requirements of gods, especially for such fanatical devout believers, what a fool!"

The voice in his mind whistled cheerfully, and the thing in the bracelet seemed to be able to hear Xie Liang's silent thoughts.

"This world? Lord of prayers?" Xie Liang subconsciously filtered out other things, and he keenly captured the thing in the bracelet.

key information.

At this time, Xie Liang instantly thought of Gusnot Castle. He remembered that Tu Zhi seemed to have said the word "Prayer Night Banquet" to him before.

Is there some connection between it and the Lord of Prayer?

Wait... Xie Liang's thoughts changed again. He thought of another thing. He suddenly realized that there was almost no possibility for a god with the name Lord of Prayer to exist on earth.

More of them are God, Bodhisattva, Sanqing and the like!

In other words, the place where he is now is not on the earth at all. After he disappeared, he went to a completely strange world!

"We will discuss this matter later. Our first goal is to deal with Joshua and then spend a night at his place." The voice in his head interrupted Xie Liang's thoughts.

"Now put your hands on your chin with your hands together. After my voice sounds, close your eyes for a second and then open them again. Remember, don't change your expression too much."

It continued to guide Xie Liang on some of the things he needed to do later without pausing, in order to better match the voice it matched for Xie Liang.

The voice in the bracelet was indeed right, and Xie Liang did not argue.

He followed what the other party said, put his hands on his chin, and made a sound again from his closed mouth. His eyes subconsciously closed for a second and opened, pretending to be pious and said:

"May the Lord bless you, may God bless you!"

"Pray for me!" Joshua clasped his hands on his chin and closed his eyes in a familiar manner as he responded.

Being reminded by the voice in his head, Xie Liang put down his hands and nodded gently. He pretended to have a godly attitude, "You are very considerate. The Lord is very pleased to have a believer like you."

At this point, Xie Liang's "voice" paused. He heard the reminder from the voice in his mind, and then looked into Joshua's eyes and said:

"Mr. Joshua, the Lord sent me to meet you as a subtle attempt by the Lord. During this period, I need to complete the task assigned to me by the Lord."

"So, regarding my identity, I hope you can cooperate in keeping it confidential."

"And your corresponding symbol acquisition is also arranged by the Lord, so you don't have to worry too much about it."

The thing in the bracelet was too familiar with occult rituals. Although the ritual for Xie Liang to come out of the darkness was simple, the most critical step was to carve out some symbols belonging to the realm of the Lord of Prayer.

The details of how Joshua got the symbol and started experimenting with it and what was in the bracelet are unknown.

However, this does not prevent it from using this asymmetric information to further create a mysterious atmosphere.

"The Lord's will is my beacon!" Slightly swollen eye bags hung under his bright eyes. Joshua glanced left and right, and suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Mr. Hoya, you are a distant relative who has just come to me from the countryside. Because you left in such a hurry, you left out your identity certificate at home. This is a very reasonable and logical reason."

As a novelist who is good at writing stories, Joshua has never lacked imagination.

Xie Liang smiled and nodded without saying anything. He casually pinched the jade bracelet on his right wrist, and the smile on his face became brighter.

At this time, he pretended to glance at the dark night sky outside the window inadvertently, showing a very concerned look. He pointed to the bunk bed near the wall, and a soft and friendly voice came out from his closed mouth:
Chapter completed!