Isabella ran back to her room in one breath, locked the door, buried her face in the pillow, and burst into tears.

Why do you do this to me? What am I doing wrong?

She remembered the conversation she had with Teacher Urbino that day.

"Teacher, I, I am guilty!"

"Oh? Let's hear it."

Isabella stuttered, blushing like a roasted shrimp: "I, I, I, may, have a kind of person, that..."

"Ah, I understand, it's love."

Isabella waved her hands in a hurry: "No, no, no, it's not that. I just feel that having a special favorable feeling cannot be considered a favorable feeling. I don't know what that is, it's not love anyway! It's very... entangled, very... embarrassing," the girl pouted and lowered her head, "I feel that my beliefs are not firm."

Urbino smiled: "I understand.

"Children, we are God's chosen people, we are bridges, one end is the ignorant people, and the other end is the happy kingdom of heaven. If the bridge is not strong, how can we bear that much weight? But it is absolutely wrong to lock our hearts!"

"Huh? This means..."

"Only by fully understanding the various emotions of mortals, can clergy understand them, get close to them, and save them! Besides, aren't we also mortal bodies?"

"But, but, teacher," Isabella stuttered, "I'm afraid, I'm not firm enough, if... I'm tempted..."

Urbino laughed: "What an honest child. If you really like the life of a mortal, then go. Remember, child, no matter which path you choose, whether you are a servant of God or a mortal, you must be consistent in your body and mind. You are still young and have many ways to go, follow your heart. There is nothing wrong with the church recently, so go out for a walk."

"Thank you, thank you teacher."

"If you get along with special people, be sure to use a special way, children, and pastoral robe, don't wear it."

"Huh? Oh, thank you, thank you teacher!"

Not only did I change into a meat-exposed dress with no buttons on the neckline, but I also drew my eyebrows! Walking on the street, people on the street were watching! It was so embarrassing! The world of mortals is indeed not that easy to get along with. But as long as I go, as long as I go to his place, these are not important, right? Yes, the result is the most important!

This turned out to be like this!

I have worked so hard, why are I treated like this? What am I doing wrong?

Isabella burst into tears again.

Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn! Why am I crying! Who am I you? You should be with whom you love, go and live with that shameless woman! She feeds you something and kisses you, and you don’t hide!

Sure enough, a pastor should look like a pastor, and it doesn’t matter if it’s mortals or anything!

When I thought of the most familiar priesthood, Isabella stopped crying.

From then on, this boring, distracting, and tempting emotion that tempts people's fallenness will go as far as it can. I am a person walking on the road of light, I am a servant of God, and an messenger who guides people to the kingdom of heaven. How can I get entangled with these boring things? I want to cheer up!

I don't need these shameless meat-exposed clothes, these vain rouge and watermelon! I will throw them away in a while! No, waste is shameful, press it to the bottom of the wardrobe. Never move them, forever!

She was gritting her teeth and harshly at them when the door suddenly rang out in a hurry, and a paladin shouted outside the door: "Rev. Isabella, Pastor Isabella, are you here?"

"Here! Say!" The girl was in a bad mood and her tone was tough.

"There was an accident at the port. The Kachin of the Hamilton Chamber of Commerce hit the reef and entered water in the southwest of the port. The sidewalk was broken and the keel was damaged. There are more than 150 people killed or injured. This number may increase. The city hall asked us for help and is now drawing people to rush over. Are you going?"

"I'm very tired if I don't go!"

The paladin outside certainly heard that the girl was emotional. He was a little surprised. Why did Isabella, who was usually gentle and kind, do? But he didn't ask much, just said, "Okay, then let's go. But the injured are really pitiful, maybe..." He shook his head and left.

Although the paladin can also heal spells, it is a tiny witch compared to the priest who specializes in healing and praying. It is actually at the level of urgently calling the paladin to serve as healing. It can be seen that this accident is very dangerous.

Isabella wandered around the room aimlessly, listening to the hustle and bustle footsteps running past the door and returning to silence, her heart gradually sinks. Finally, she gritted her teeth, put on the priest's robe, took the staff, and hurriedly chased out.

The temple was empty, and there were only a few thin old horses in the stable. The girl was so anxious that she stamped her feet, rushed out of the door, and looked around to see if she could stop a carriage.

The heavens follow the wishes of others. As soon as I went out, a shabby four-wheeled carriage was parked at the entrance of the church. The coachman bowed to her: "Congratulations to Saint An. Old Sean to say hello to you."

"Hello, go to the dock!" Isabella felt that the coachman seemed to have seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a moment, and didn't think much about it, so she jumped onto the carriage quickly, "Please hurry up."

The coachman shook the reins, and the carriage rushed straight to the dock at lightning.

The old coachman has a very high driving level, the carriage runs fast and steadily, and has free time to chat. He asked, "Miss Pastor, are you going to rescue me too?"

"How is the situation?"

The coachman shook his head: "It's not good. I've pulled seven groups of people over. This time I've suffered heavy losses. Who knew that an island suddenly popped up in the sea?"

Isabella was stunned: "An island emerged from the sea? Didn't it mean that it was hit by a reef?"

"I have an old brother rowing a sampan at the dock. He also sent it this morning. He pulled it back and forth for more than a dozen times. He said that the ship almost broke into two pieces, first it was a reef, then slowly rose into a cliff, and stabbed the boat. Now the ship looked like a sausage cut in half in the middle! It's strange that the reefs under the water over there are all in the deep water area. No matter how big the boat is, it's okay, why did it suddenly come up this time?"

Isabella's heart beat violently.

It's that island! The source of everything!

The rolling waves, the sob little girl, the statue of the angel with wings, the huge flash, the sudden power of flying...

"This is God's will!" The pastor who selected members of the light choir among the young children touched her head and exclaimed, "What a powerful light element fluctuation! Isabella, you are the chosen one of God!"

"The 33rd Holy Church Martial Arts Competition, the champion of the junior group C group, Isabella! A stormy offensive, a steady defense like a mountain! An eleven-year-old genius who can use advanced holy skills above the level!"

"Soldiers, tomorrow we will fight the pagans with white turbans to the death, but we are not afraid, because the light agent is with us! Let us chant her name Isabella!"

The face of the surprise priest, the face of the excited host, and the face of the passionate general, combined together and turned into the face of George with a demonic smile:

"The little props on you are very interesting. They are not owned by the God of Light, but are the product of alchemy."

"In alchemy, there are indeed props and techniques that strengthen the body and promote huge changes in body shape...for example, living zombies."

"No matter how you deceive yourself, what you should come will come. Do you think you are pious?"

Isabella covered her face and cried.

Sorry, sorry, sorry! I deceived everyone!

I am not the one chosen by God! I don’t have that strong power of light! Everything is brought by that island, that monastery, and that cross!

Dake, I originally wanted to ask you to accompany me to find the island. I thought I could talk to you, even if you scold me, I don’t want to continue like this, and I never want to continue like this again!

Sorry, sure enough, it's still not possible.

This is also good. Let me always leave a small corner called Prayer in my heart forever. Never know that I am a liar, a sinner, and a blasphemer!

Now, I want to receive the unreceived fate alone from sixteen years ago.

And you, just live with that beautiful girl.

Goodbye to heaven!

When he arrived at the dock, the coachman helped her greet her friend's old boatman who was rowing a sampan and sent her onto the sampan. Isabella paid the car and thanked him. He followed other people who were in a hurry to the accident site.

Looking at Isabella's disappearing figure, the old coachman pressed the bulge behind his ear: "Master, the girl has already boarded Kosarocchi's ship, everything goes well. But the girl's mood is very abnormal. Will it have any impact?"

Nicholas' voice came from the earplugs: "You're doing a good job, Sean, come back soon, you have to go to Alcatraz for preparations first. The cruel angel has nothing to do with emotions, so don't worry about it."

"As for orders, Master. Young Master..."

"George will take care of everything. This action must be well controlled, so that they can know, but not all. Do as planned."

"Affect the order."

Sean turned and left, noticing that behind him, there were beautiful and melancholy eyes, staring at Isabella's gradually disappearing back without blinking.

"Isn't that Isabella? What a coincidence. Hey, I've cried? Do you have to grit your teeth to save someone even when you are in a bad mood? You can't please men, have a stubborn temper, and always pretend to be very strong. You can't even fall in love. By the way, you can't dress up, no wonder..."

The melancholy eyes drooped slightly: "Dak will value you so much. One is stupid and the other is stubborn, and it's really a perfect match."

He raised his eyes, looked in the direction where his back disappeared and then lowered again: "You staggered, but your eyes were very firm. You can't do anything stupid, right? No, you are stupid, if you want to do something stupid, you have to wait until you have finished treating the wounded. You haven't saved me, why should I save you?"

The quill rustled on the paper. Outsiders think that the girl is concentrating on writing quickly, but in fact the paper is full of sharp and chaotic lines.

"Will there be no blooming flowers wither? Who will care about me who has rotten?"

The girl pulled the paper off the notebook and shouted: "Come here!"

A Hamilton Chamber of Commerce escort ran quickly: "See your order!"

The girl stuffed the paper hard to him and said viciously: "Take it to the Tieya Village and give it to a guy named Dake. If he is not here, give it to anyone and tell him one more thing!"

"I can't get through an hour, just wait to collect the corpse of the indecent pastor!"
Chapter completed!