CHAPTER 428: 0426 FORGIVENESS AND COMPANIONSHIP

Since the last time Rica was sent to the hospital by Lynch, he suddenly matured a lot. After a short period of self-reflection, he finally understood how to deal with his current life.

He changed, becoming gentlemanly. He spent a long time collecting a large number of movies about "gentlemen" and movies related to religion. He was learning.

Honestly, he didn’t want to return to that damn place Nagariel, where even television programs are seen weeks later than here—there’s no undersea cable laid from the Federation to Nagariel, so there is still no direct signal transmission method.

However, the Federation Government said that these things are already in the plan. They will lay an undersea cable to connect Nagariel and the Federation, soon realizing low-latency signal transmission.

But as of now, these are still just fantasies, so videotapes have become a way to transfer information. Yet, even if he is the High Priest’s youngest son, it’s still impossible to watch the latest episodes every day, and he has to wait a long time to binge-watch.

He used to think it was enjoyable, but now that he thinks about it, it was absolute torment.

He didn’t want to go to Amelia either; now many newspapers report the confrontation between resistance organizations and Gafura there, reportedly with deaths every day, as if war is breaking out.

Only this time, Gafura’s enemy is not fully armed soldiers but fully armed farmers, their troubles are huge!

Looking at the world around, there is no place more suitable for living than the Federation, so Rica didn’t want to leave here.

To stay, he must actively integrate; he suspected if he made one more mistake, Lynch might send him home. Change was imperative.

After the baptism of this period, Rica had undergone tremendous change. His every move now carried a mature demeanor. Everyone smiled at him; every girl praised his elegance and was willing to open their legs for the money in his hand.

See, everything was this simple. He not only disguised himself well but also began to consider his future.

His father, the High Priest, hoped he would become a merchant, and he himself thought so, but after this period of change, he no longer thought that way.

He wanted to become a... missionary, like his father, respected by everyone.

In the Federation, practitioners of religious-related jobs can gain substantial personal influence, wealth, and huge political influence.

This was the perfect life he thought, compared to shivering in the dark caves of Nagariel, this was the place he should be.

So he had already begun preaching to achieve his dream as soon as possible.

"..."

As the last syllable ended, Rica closed the "Bible" he brought from Nagariel.

That was the scripture his father gave him, made of bark with resilience and coarse fibers.

Local believers would use a very special mineral pigment to write scriptures on the book, and if preserved properly, it could last a long time.

This scripture did not mean much to Rica initially, but he hadn’t expected his life’s turning point to be related to this scripture.

Since a friend accidentally discovered it, Rica’s evangelism journey inexplicably embarked on a path of rapid development.

Sometimes, he thought the Federation people were really foolish, foolish beyond redemption, just because of a common bark book found in Nagariel, some people believed the content inside.

Their viewpoints were irrefutable - perhaps these contents were written thousands of years ago, and people of that era wouldn’t think about deceiving the later generations, so this book and its contents were real and matched the traits of antiques or relics.

Today’s sermon ended. The elderly from nearby who came to listen to his preaching, neighbors said goodbye to him and left one after another, and of course, they didn’t forget to take some "divine" gifts with them.

Some cans of meat, some cans of beans, and a small bag of wheat flour, these were what they could get after listening to the sermons here, counting as divine glory shining upon them.

At this moment, a girl in a school uniform did not leave; she lingered at the end of the line. When everyone else had left the house, the girl with an indescribable expression said softly, "God’s Deputy, I feel guilty..."

She bit her lower lip, looked up at Rica, her gaze seemed to hide a terrifying demon!

Female demon!

Rica swallowed a mouthful of saliva; a person’s appearance can change, but some things are hard to change, like his little hobby.

He already tried desperately to suppress his desires; he recited the name of God in his heart, but it didn’t work.

He wasn’t aware that the temptations a person faces in life far exceed the temptations God faces!

"I...", Rica wanted to say something, but the girl in front of him suddenly slapped herself.

The slap was heavy enough for her cheek to quickly turn red and even swell a bit, seeing the girl looking somewhat pitiful, Rica’s breathing became more rapid.

"I... understand, you need God’s help...", he took a deep breath, "Come with me, the merciful God will forgive all your wrongdoings!"

The room’s door slowly closed, Rica’s suppressed desire began to surge. He panted heavily as he walked to the edge of the wall, his expression somewhat grotesque, "Kneel down, and confess your sins!"

...

God is ultimately merciful, the girl confessed all her sins without reservation, and God forgave her.

Not only forgave her, but also granted her some wealth as a reward.

People willing to acknowledge their mistakes and repent deserve rewards!

Rica felt as if his body had been emptied, his expression somewhat numb as he tidied up the room. He didn’t know why, he hadn’t been so agitated before, but ever since Lynch sent him to the hospital that day, the more he suppressed his desires, the more frenzied he became when releasing them.

This girl he knew before that incident; they played wildly then, he frightened the girl, and they didn’t contact each other for a period.

Maybe because of his generosity, the girl remembered him again, visiting occasionally; he released his desires, and the girl received money.

But he felt something was amiss, and also dangerous.

After tidying up the room, he dragged his exhausted steps out, unexpectedly seeing someone sitting inside, flipping through some printed materials of his.

"Sorry, today’s meeting is over. If you’re interested in these, you can come earlier next time..."

The person looked up, subconsciously shuddered, a surge of urine rushing to the top of his head!

It was Lynch!

Lynch had left a terrifying shadow deep within his heart; anyone having their bones broken alive would develop such a shadow, especially Rica, used to a life of comfort.

Even if Nagariel was a rural place far from civilization, Rica would not fare too badly, even living better than the middle and lower classes of the Federation, so Lynch’s rough actions made him feel a chill, a fear of unpredictable fate, and the fragility of life.

"Mr. Lynch...", he stood honestly in place, not daring to move, and started sweating.

Lynch smiled and pointed at the materials in his hand, "Pretty good, did you make them yourself or did someone help you?" He gestured to the empty space in front of him, "Come over here."

In people’s eyes, Rica appeared graceful as a gentleman, giving a sense of maturity and reliability, yet at this moment, he resembled a child who had done wrong, fearing the father’s discovery, uneasy and anxious.

He shuffled in small steps to stand before Lynch, head bowed, "I made them myself...", not daring to lift his head.

Lynch casually tossed the materials onto a chair beside him, "See, isn’t this good? At least you have something to do..."

He paused as he spoke, "Have you contacted your father recently?"

Rica remained silent for a moment. He wanted to ask Lynch if he had contacted Nagariel, would Lynch not know?

Actually, Rica had long noticed that whether it was his letters sent to Nagariel or the mail sent from Nagariel, each underwent at least one inspection, undoubtedly Lynch’s people or others had checked them.

Initially, he wanted to reveal some real situation here to his father, but after discovering these circumstances, he no longer considered it.

"...Occasionally stay in touch," he answered truthfully.

Lynch didn’t mind, "I’m going to Nagariel in a while, is there anything you’d like me to take back, or do you want to go back with me for a visit?"

Not knowing which words struck his sensitive nerves, he stepped back in panic, looked at Lynch’s expression and felt some fear, "Mr. Lynch, are you... sending me back?"

He instinctively thought so, only after arriving here did he realize, neither he nor his father had any constraints on Lynch, they could not threaten Lynch with anything.

Instead, after the Federation defeated Gafura, through some social commentaries, just after Rica and they sent away a wild dog, a pack of hungry wolves arrived, Lynch had no need to depend on him or his father. Instead, his father and he were somewhat limited by Lynch.

At this moment, when Lynch talked about sending him back, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he was of no use anymore, to be thrown back, causing him great alarm and fear.

Fortunately, Lynch quickly dispelled his doubts, "Of course not, you’ve already started integrating into this society, and these are the best manifestations...", he patted the Bible print beside him, "But we all know that family should be united, you enjoy all the conveniences that advanced society brings here, yet your family still suffers in Nagariel."

"Why not bring some of them over too?"

"Letters can never replace companionship, Rica!"