The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone through the glass window on the girl's sleeping face. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. The girl slowly opened her eyes, got up and put on her clothes, pushed open the door, and happened to see a familiar figure walking out of another room.

"Good morning, Lawrence."

"Good morning, Theresa." Lawrence's face showed a tired and relieved smile, "Stay rest for a while, I'll prepare breakfast for you."

"I'll do it."

The girl smiled and walked downstairs quickly. Not long after, she prepared a simple breakfast for three.

Looking at the empty position and the untouched knife and fork, Lawrence opened his mouth but said nothing.

The girl has black and shiny short hair with ears, and a small face as big as a palm, with bright black pupils as gems. She has delicate appearance, but because she always has a stern face, it will give people the impression that it is difficult to contact.

After breakfast, he cleaned up briefly. Teresa pushed open the door and skillfully picked up the wooden barrel on the windowsill. The disaster happened, but for the residents of the lower city, life still needs to continue.

At this time, there were more and more pedestrians on the street.

"Liam Morning News! Liam Morning News!"

A tender shout came from the end of the street, and several children wearing wide clothes and hats were carrying large pockets of newspapers, and were hawking around the streets and alleys.

"Sister, buy a Liam Morning Post. Just one copper coin, and there will be major news today!"

A dirty boy shouted at Theresa on the street.

"What important news?" asked a resident next to him.

"The police station has found out the cause of the Cross Street explosion and arrested the criminals who committed the crime. In addition, the City Hall has also released a list of those who suffered in the Cross Street explosion and promised to build a monument to commemorate these unfortunate people." The boy turned around and shouted.

"So that's how it is." The woman holding the copper coin hesitated for a moment, "Since I already know the news, there is no need to buy the newspaper again." As she said that, she put the copper coin she took out back into her pocket again.

"You stingy old woman, bah!"

The boy was scammered in anger and spitted, "Save money, your drunkard husband will take it to drink and stuff it into the waitress's skirt!"

The boy cursed.

"Get out of here, you damn little devil!"

The woman shouted in anger, and the boy held a large stack of newspapers, shouting while whispering.

"Give me a newspaper." The people around found it interesting, and some people paid for a newspaper, and Teresa also took out a copper coin.

After getting the newspaper, I saw the familiar name on the homepage of the newspaper at a glance. In the victim list, the first line clearly printed with Sigmon Skind.

"God, the Church of Morning Light is going to hold prayers for the victims!"

When he opened the second page of the newspaper, someone shouted.

"What's going on?" The stingy fat woman pricked her ears, "Isn't it very common for similar things?"

"No, this time different, the Oracle Church called on all the residents of the city to go to the Church of Morning to pray for the victims. They would hold a grand public prayer, and more importantly, the host of the ceremony was a bishop from Abetus!"

"Bissar?!" Everyone around exclaimed.

Within the Oracle Church, usually only by becoming a 6th-level Gintama Messenger is qualified to become a bishop in a major diocese. Although ordinary people do not know the extraordinary level, this does not affect their respect for understanding the bishop's identity.

In a small place like Liam City, you will never see a bishop in your life.

Even Abetus, the bishop will not hold ceremonies in public often.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most noble person who has appeared here since the construction of Liam City.

"Really fake?"

"The newspapers are all written! There are specific time and place on it, and precautions."

"I heard that every bishop will carry out blessing activities after the public ceremony. Many people who participated said that the process was very wonderful. They seemed to feel the goddess of dawn watching and relaxed, as if they slept peacefully for three days and three nights!"

"You can't miss this opportunity, you must go!"

Everyone shouted.

"Prayer? What's the use of praying for blessings?" said a man dressed in a well-decorated and delicate beard next to the road.

"What's going on in this city lately? What we need is not praying, but avoiding something like that again."

"Stop talking, things are not what you think, the Oracle Church has been secretly protecting our city."

"Protection? Is it like this now?" the man retorted.

"Shh, let's just say a little bit, I've heard some news recently, and there seems to be something else in this matter." The companion beside him lowered his voice and pulled the man into the carriage.

But for ordinary citizens living in the Lower City, the Oracle Church will be held in the Morning Church, and the public blessing will be delivered soon.

Theresa rolled the newspaper in a ball, and when she turned around, she happened to see Lawrence stepping out of the room.

“Go to the factory?”

Lawrence nodded, Teresa looked at him and handed over the newspaper in her hand.

"The church is going to hold public prayers, are you going?"

"No." Lawrence shook his head, "We still have many things to prepare, coffins, cemeteries..."

"I remember you were also a devout goddess believer." Teresa looked at Lawrence.

Lawrence lowered his head, "Since I have you, I no longer need any faith."

"It is a happy thing to have faith, but in the final analysis, human beings still have to rely on themselves."

"Human." Teresa repeated in a low voice, and when she raised her head, Lawrence had already walked away.

There were people coming and going on the streets. Except for the little boy who sold the newspaper just now, no one seemed to notice Teresa's existence.

Meanwhile, in the apartment on Elm Street on the other side of the city, Ashley sat at her desk and opened the Liam Morning Post in her hand.

“The situation in the city has changed subtly in recent days, and Rebecca has received some bad rumors from Mrs. Garral, and the church has twisted the end of the Cross Street bombing, not only that, but also shirking responsibility.”

"Although they did not have their names published, they should have planned to let you bear the consequences of the entire incident..." The tip of the pen rustled. Ashley sorted out all the information she had collected over the past few days and passed it to Sigmun one by one.

"The situation is subtle. I heard from Harris that Mayor Wallace has been making excuses for not giving Marek a chance to meet him in recent days."

"It's strange that the Oracle Church attaches great importance to this matter."

After passing all the information, the pen trembled slightly after waiting for a while, and Ashley received Sigmun's message.

"Don't worry, I'll solve it."

On the other side, facing the blowing sea breeze and recalling the news delivered by Ashley, Sigmun had to change his mind.

"Summon the carriage!"
Chapter completed!