Church

"I just came here to pray," I said to the old fella. He gave me a glance and moved gently towards me. Then he took a long, serious look at me from top to bottom. "You're that boy, aren't you?" the old man asked. Elizabeth was trying to hide behind me when I looked at her. I said, "Yes, I am." Then he dropped his sights and glanced at Elizabeth. "So you live with this child's family?" he asked. He's now asking for too much. I didn't respond to him and returned my gaze to God. He said, "Don't ignore me, child." "I don't think that's important to answer," I muttered, narrowing my eyes. As soon as he heard the Maxilin, he turned to face Elizabeth. Elizabeth was staring at him with her round-eyed. That man gave Elizabeth a brief glance before turning his gaze to Maxilin. He said, "Are you here for a particular reason? I don't think you're a regular guy." I opened my eyes after hearing him. He has no way of knowing that I am not a religious person. I returned my attention to him after looking at the Jesus statue. I let out a long breath and took Elizabeth's hand in mine. "Do you have any holy water?" I asked. He gazed at me for a moment before nodding wisely. "Come with me," he urged, motioning for others to follow him. We began to follow him. He simply led us to a hidden chamber. No one can tell that a room like this exists. I observed how dark this place was, yet how clean it looked. That old man set his stick down and walked over to a shelf. I looked around the room as I rolled my eyes. Elizabeth let go of her grasp and moved her feet. She is a curious girl. "I want five bottles of holy water," Maxilin said as he approached the man. I'm hoping five bottles will suffice for that jerk. He turned to face me as soon as he heard me and then moved his gaze. "Is this enough for a nuckelavee?" he asked abruptly. I widened my eyes when I heard him. How did he figure that out? "How do you-," I asked. He grinned at me and added, "I know my child," before I could complete my statement. What do you mean? But how? "I asked. "Perhaps God wants to let me know this," he remarked with a faint smile. "And furthermore, I know what your major aim is," he said, looking at me. major goal? "What do you mean by that?" I said, my eyes narrowing. but he ignored my words.  Will you join us for dinner if I invite you?" he asked as he arranged the bottles.

While pondering about something, I dropped my sight. We'll come back soon, I promised Kazia. Mr. Alex will be furious if we are not found. "I'm sorry, but I'm not able to, "I said. "But if you stay with me now, you will be in the perks," the old man added. "Perhaps you can find the truth as well," he replied after we exchanged glances.

He returned his attention to Elizabeth, who was taking a look around. But, while I was pondering, I remarked to that man, "OK, we'll." He smiled and picked up a large barrel. Elizabeth approached him after noticing him doing this. "What are you up to?" I asked. "I'm only trying to help," he said as he poured water into the drum.

"I think you carry your sword with you, right?" he replied after pouring water. I expanded my eyes when I heard him. How did he know so much? Who is he, exactly? In the meantime, Elizabeth remarked, "Yes, Maxilin brings his sword with him," She smiled at us as she spoke.

That old guy caressed Elizabeth's head and murmured, "You are sweet Elizabeth." "How do you know my name, mister?" Elizabeth asked with a smile. "When you were a kid, you used to come with your dad," he remarked with a smile. "I remember," Elizabeth remarked, "I visited here before." "Would you like to plunge your sword into the water?" he said, looking at me. I took a hard look and carefully drew my sword from my sheath. He gazed at me after touching my sword. I saw that his face was gradually becoming paler. Is he in good condition? I was about to ask him a question, but Elizabeth was with us, so I couldn't. The water began to bubble as he plunged the sword. "What the hell?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. "What is going on here?" I questioned. Elizabeth clutched my cloak tightly in her grip. She became a bit frightened. However, it stopped bubbling after a minute and the water turned black. "What is it?" I said, attempting to draw my sword but being stopped by that man. "Don't take it out; the sword is being purified by the water." "What?" I asked, frowning. "I think someone impurified this sword," he said.

What? As soon as I saw the sword, my eyes widened. I observed the sword's red gem stone gradually begin to shine. That is, what I thought was right. Someone went into my room last night when I was out and did something to my sword. That old guy drew my sword out of the water.

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