Chapter 610 The Smell of Food (asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) Seeing Father Monserrate posing with a baby in his arms and rocking it gently in the empty room filled with crimson moonlight, with nothing between his arms, Lugano's scalp suddenly went numb and a chill ran from his tailbone to the top of his head. Is this holding a baby? Invisible child? That so-called Son of God? Frightened by the corresponding association, Lugano tried to close the door again and leave quietly before the owner noticed, as if he had walked into the wrong room. At this moment, he heard the voice of Father Monserrate: "Are you here to pray?" Lugano's eyes narrowed, and like a wild cat with its fur standing on end, he turned around and ran towards the stairs. At this time, the only thing he could think of was his powerful employer! But what he saw was darkness, and there was no staircase with wooden floor at all. In the darkness, clumps of black weeds with plump grains were swaying quietly. Lugano's body froze, not knowing what would happen if he ran into such darkness.

"Why are you running away?" The weeds parted, and Father Monserrate appeared in front of Lugano, holding an invisible baby in his arms. Behind him was an almost unreal, extremely huge oak tree. The part of the oak tree near the weeds was covered with tumors, forming an extremely simple and rather evil holy symbol of life. Seeing Father Monserrate, who was wearing a brown priest's robe, less than three meters away from him, Lugano swallowed his saliva and instinctively gave an unconvincing reason: "It's too late, I don't want to disturb you." Father Monserrate still had his arms bent, with a faint smile: "What did you see?" Every hair on Lugano's neck stood up and cold sweat broke out on his back. He pointed to Father Monserrate's empty arms and said: "why did you do this?" Father Monserrate replied meaningfully: “We are all our mother’s children.” Lugano didn't dare to ask any more questions and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we are all our mother's children." Father Monserrate did not give him a chance to get away with it, and added: "Children of the 'Great Mother'." "Great Mother"... Although Lugano guessed that this would be the answer, when he actually heard it, his heart almost stopped and his mind went blank for a moment. Seeing that Father Monserrate had made it clear himself, Lugano had to ask: "You, aren't you a believer in Mother Earth?" Father Monserrate had no sense of guilt for betraying the Church of the Mother Earth. He maintained a warm smile and said: "Mother Earth is a side facet, a projection of the Great Mother. In this capacity, she is watching over the land of betrayal and over us, the children who have left her arms." Gulu… Lugano swallowed instinctively, not knowing how to refute Father Monserrate. He had just joined the "Mother Earth" Church for one day and had only heard two sermons. How could he have the profound theological knowledge to refute such heresy?

Of course, he could also deny it directly. After all, Monserrate's statement sounded very evil - if it was really as the priest explained, with the resources and power of the "Mother Earth" Church, the so-called Son of God would have been born in the real world long ago, and the "Great Mother" would have returned long ago, but this was not the case. The current scene and invisible pressure made Lugano shut his mouth and he didn't dare to deny it at all. What should I do if Father Monserrate is completely enraged? Father Monserrate continued: "All living things in this world are children of the Great Mother. Some are born from her, some are the offspring of these gods, and some are directly transformed from the flesh and blood of the Great Mother. You and I are both in the latter situation. We have the closest connection with the Great Mother!" I was born by my mother, not the flesh and blood of the "Great Mother"... Lugano instinctively refuted in his heart, but on the surface he said with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Don't you think the followers of the Great Mother are evil and terrifying?" Father Monserrate smiled and said: "Don't worry about the return of the 'Great Mother'. How can there be a mother who hates her own children? "You may not know that there are many worlds outside ours. The creatures in those worlds are thriving under the watchful eye of the 'Great Mother' and are constantly reproducing. I have never heard of any species being destroyed because of this. Instead, their numbers are increasing. "Moreover, she is the 'great mother' who gave us life. If she really wants to take back the life she gave us, it is her right. We should fully cooperate with her." Cooperate with you, you sow! Lugano was not deceived, and suddenly pulled out his hidden pistol and fired twice at Father Monserrate. Without confirming whether the shooting was effective, he quickly turned around and ran towards the dark edge covered with black weeds. Although no one knows where the depths of darkness lead to and there may be great dangers hidden there, it is more dangerous to stay here! "Wow!" Suddenly, the almost unreal sound of a baby crying rang in Lugano's ears. It was exactly the same thing he had heard several times before. Lugano's expression froze instantly, and his running movements slowed down rapidly. His eyes gradually became empty, and his body turned back, walking step by step towards Father Monserrate who was holding the invisible baby, and towards the illusory, huge oak tree. “That’s our mother… "The mother who gave us life... "She is willing to accept every repentant person, every child who comes home... "If she wants to take back the life she gave us, then let her take it back. She gave it to us, and she has the right to take it back..." Listening to Father Monserrate's voice, which was so erratic yet so close, Lugano gradually developed a strong, heartfelt recognition: Yes, that's my mother... How could she harm me? What she gave, she can take back... Lugano walked faster and faster until he was side by side with Father Monserrate. He immediately felt warmth and security, the smell of his mother's embrace. Gradually, he felt an indescribable wetness, like a kitten being licked by its mother cat. It feels so good... Lugano half closed his eyes.

Just then, he heard the nursery rhyme his mother loved to sing. That came from behind him. Why is Mom behind me? Shouldn't she be in front? Lugano thought vaguely. He immediately heard his mother calling out from behind: “Don’t go over there! “Don’t go forward! "Danger!" Don’t go over there... don’t go forward... it’s dangerous... Lugano shuddered suddenly, and his empty and confused eyes regained some spirit. He saw where he was, saw the illusory huge oak tree, saw moist, warm, wriggling flesh petals growing on the oak tree, and half of his body was wrapped in the flesh petals, being pulled inward little by little. This was the mother's embrace he had just experienced. Lugano's pupils suddenly dilated, a chill rushed to his head, and his hairs stood on end. He pushed hard with both hands inside the flesh covered with sticky liquid, and quickly retreated out. Father Monserrate appeared beside Lugano, holding the invisible baby in his arms, and smiled gently: "Go back, return to your mother's arms, return to our original state." Lugano felt despair after hearing this. He wanted to fight with the priest, but sadly found that after taking the two potions of "Tiller" and "Physician", he had no extraordinary abilities that could be directly applied in combat except for great strength and proficiency in using farm tools and scalpels. Whether it was predicting the weather, identifying and cultivating seeds, or "curing diseases", "healing wounds", "stitching souls", "giving life" and excellent surgical skills, none of them could be used in combat. ——Before, Lugano mainly relied on the fighting skills and shooting ability he learned when he was a bounty hunter to cooperate with the strength of the "tiller" and hot weapon combat. But no matter what, not resisting at this time would mean death. Lugano was also an adventurer who had killed people before. With great fear, he shot Father Monserrate and took out a sharp scalpel. ………… In Lumian's first-class suite. Lumian, who was still reading the Dutan language textbook under the kerosene wall lamp, heard a knock on the door. He stood up puzzled, opened the door, and saw that it was Ludwig. Wearing gray and white checkered pajamas and looking no different from a child, Ludwig said seriously: "Lugano has met with an accident, go and save him." Surprise? Lumian raised an eyebrow. Knowing that Lugano could still hear the baby crying, he secretly increased his surveillance and attention on the servant, including just now. But didn’t Lugano enter the prayer room of the Church of the “Mother Earth”? Will this also be an accident? Ludwig continued: "After he entered the prayer room, I couldn't sense his presence anymore." “What kind of aura?” Lumian asked casually, having a vague guess. Ludwig answered without thinking there was anything wrong: “The smell of food.” Lumian stretched his neck and wrists, looked at Ludwig, and asked thoughtfully:

"You actually went out of your way to sense his aura." Ludwig's chubby cheeks showed a "what's so strange about this" expression: "If he dies and you go off to do something else, who will help me collect food?" “That’s right.” Lumian laughed. ………… In the darkness filled with black weeds, Lugano's scalpel scratched Father Monserrate's body, but only pierced the air. "Wow!" The baby's crying sounded again, and Lugano was in a trance and almost lost control of himself again. Monserrate appeared on the huge illusory oak tree with an invisible baby in his arms, and said to Lugano with a smile: "Do not resist, we come from the Mother and we will return to the Mother." As soon as the priest with clean eyebrows and a warm smile finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door, echoing in the seemingly boundless darkness and among the weeds growing a large number of grains. Hearing the knock on the door, Lugano inexplicably came up with an idea: It's quite polite to knock on the door at a time like this... PS: Please give me a monthly ticket at the beginning of February~ (End of this chapter)