(Quick Transmigration) Meat Eating Journey

Western Fantasy‧The Great Priest (1-2)

Chapter 1

「Lord, please protect your pure lamb and protect your devout people...」

On the high platform, the gentle and compassionate prayers are like gurgling clear springs, conveying the strange power of making people feel peaceful.

The man in a white robe knelt in front of the statue, his satin-like blond hair flowing down his back, glowing with dazzling warmth in the early morning sun.

Just below his feet, the broad square was crowded with people kneeling down, singing hymns in praise of the God of Light along with the gentle prayers of the men.

This is the weekly morning prayer in Fort Feixi. As the capital of the largest kingdom on the continent, 90% of the nearly 300,000 people in Fort Feixi are followers of the Light God Religion.

Before every morning prayer, believers would come from all over the city. Even though the temple deliberately chose the place for morning prayers in the largest square of Fort Feixi, it still couldn't handle the fact that this vast land, which could accommodate an army to be stationed, was completely occupied.

In sharp contrast is the high platform directly in front of the square. Apart from the two serving holy boys, there are only the statue of the God of Light silently overlooking the people on the high platform, and the man with blond hair and white robes.

Theodore Versedes.

Margaery silently recollected the name on the tip of her tongue again. The high priest of the Noldor Parish of the God of Light, who was in charge of millions of believers in the Noldor Kingdom, had a resounding title——the Chosen Son of God.

「As expected of Lord Versedes,」 Margaery heard the man kneeling behind her whisper, his voice full of piety and admiration, 「Even if I just listen to this holy sound for just a quarter of an hour, my soul has been cleansed.」

「Yes」, 「That's right」... His words were immediately recognized by the surrounding believers.

Cleansed...?

Margaery thought that she definitely did not feel this way.

She is not a believer in the God of Light, nor does she believe in illusory gods. The reason why she goes to the square every week to attend morning prayers is just because...

At this time, the morning prayer was over.

Theodore stood up and turned his head.

The morning breeze in early spring still had a slightly cool breath, brushing the blond hair on the man's chest, making the hem of his robe oscillate slightly, like a white bird spreading its wings and about to fly, and like a saint descending into the world.

He raised his hand and combed his messed-up forehead with his long fingers. The fingertips passed over the handsome facial features that were carved by gods. Under the long eyebrows, the pupils were like two breathtaking red gems. In the middle of the deep pupils, there seemed to be a faint hint of gold.

This was not the first time she had seen this face, but every time she saw it, Margaery would stand there dumbfounded.

What kind of blessing would it take for God to create such a flawless person?

The Chosen Son of God, the Chosen Son of God... Only at this moment could Margaery understand why this great priest was called so.

If there really is a god in this world, then the person he sends to the world must be someone like Theodore.

In the distance, the tall and tall figure of the great priest was slowly stepping down from the high platform.

The crowd began to surge toward him like a tide. The devout believers cheered, cried, and even knelt to kiss the feet of his robe, but the gentle and compassionate smile on Theodore's face did not change at all.