Only God
Chapter 197 - 171 God’s Church

Chapter 197: Chapter 171 God’s Church

Two days later, Noen and Xilan finally entered the Royal Capital of Ajia.

Standing on the bustling avenue, Noen raised his head and could vaguely see the familiar Great Temple.

I wonder how the young master is doing.

Noen muttered to himself in his heart.

Although Noen and Casas were no longer in a master-servant relationship, he still habitually referred to Casas as the young master.

Now, for Noen, "young master"... rather than a slave’s address to his master, it sounded more like a younger brother addressing an older brother.

Noen and his follower Xilan then went around inquiring about the news of the Yibia family.

Eventually, from the mouth of a priest, the two learned about the recent situation of the Yibia family.

The two slowly headed towards the residence of the Yibia family in the streets.

Not long after, the once-confiscated residence appeared before Noen’s eyes.

A Stone Slave was stroking the Yibia family’s horse, his expression one of satisfaction, as if he were stroking his own horse.

Then, he inadvertently turned his head back for a glance.

The Stone Slave’s eyes widened.

"Noen... it’s Noen!"

He was one of the Stone Slaves who had followed Noen in search of the Ancient Kingdom.

He could never forget that resolute young man.

Noen raised the Priest’s Staff in his hand and smiled.

"Young master! Young master! Noen has returned! Our Noen has returned!"

Noen’s appearance did not stir the entire Yibia family.

Only Casas and the other Stone Slaves, who had once followed him on the Path of Death, were startled.

They rushed out from the residence, gazing at Noen holding the Priest’s Staff, scrutinizing him repeatedly before breaking into tears and embracing each other.

Casas looked at Noen and hurriedly walked over.

As Noen extended his hand, ready to embrace him, he saw Casas’ legs give way from excitement, and he collapsed to the ground, shedding warm tears.

"Noen! It really is you!"

That face, Casas recognized.

Noen knelt down on the ground and embraced the fallen Casas, his light blue eyes also moist.

Tears streamed from both of Casas’ eyes, and the Eye of Prophecy on his forehead blinked excitedly.

"Noen, it’s been nine years, it really is you!"

Casas was somewhat incoherent, not knowing what to say at the moment.

His emotions could only be expressed through tears.

"Young master, it’s me."

Noen said excitedly, his eyes unwittingly brimming with tears.

The long-separated brothers held each other for a long time, several Stone Slaves also crowded up, opening their arms to embrace them.

After a long while, they finally let go of each other amid laughter.

"Come in, Noen, tell me about your experiences over these years, and I will tell you about ours,"

Casas said, wiping the tears from his face, his voice trembling.

Shortly thereafter, they entered the residence.

After calming their emotions, Casas described to Noen his experiences since returning to the Kingdom nine years ago.

After Casas left the Kingdom, the informed nobles all sighed, thinking it was a journey of no return.

After all, stepping on the Path of Death in search of the legendary Ancient Elf Kingdom was nothing short of a fairy tale.

The nobles had long known from the priests that the Golden Horn Casas was looking for did not exist.

They believed that the Queen had Casas search for the Golden Horn merely to deceive this former Prime Minister’s son and used it as a pretext to imprison the Yibia family to death.

However, one day, Casas suddenly returned to the Royal Capital.

With him, he brought the legendary Golden Horn.

This scene left the informed nobles dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Casas had really brought back the Golden Horn!

However, even though Casas had retrieved the Golden Horn, the nobles still lamented for him.

This son of the Prime Minister had survived hardships to accomplish something impossible.

Yet... the Queen was merely deceiving him, and the Yibia family could not restore their former glory.

But...

The development of events once again surprised the nobles.

After hearing Casas’s experiences, the Queen actually pardoned Casas and his family.

Soon, Casas’s father, Yibia, was reinstated to his original position and resumed his role as Prime Minister.

Casas became the son of the Prime Minister once more.

The nobles regarded it as a legend, speechless with amazement; they eagerly sought news from various sources about what exactly Casas had experienced.

The doors of the Yibia family house were nearly worn out, yet the nobles could not coax a word from Casas’s lips.

Casas said: The Queen required him not to reveal anything to others.

And the slaves who had journeyed with Casas were even more tight-lipped than Casas himself.

As for Baird,

No one knew that he had accompanied Casas.

Casas said that Baird and their group had parted ways on their return journey, and he went off alone in search of a treasure to awaken his beloved.

In the end, Baird had still not found the treasure, nor had he fulfilled his wager with Endora.

"I never thought I had been through so much."

Noen sighed.

In the following time, Noen narrated his experiences in the Nus Kingdom to Casas.

The two who had not met for a long time chatted and laughed until late, only parting when the rooster crowed for the first time.

After resting for the night at the Yibia family mansion,

the next morning, Noen, accompanied by his attendant Xilan, headed to the abandoned Temple.

Looking at the desolate and silent Temple before him, Noen exclaimed,

"This is a place where I once stayed."

Xilan asked respectfully,

"Prophet,

you came back here, what do you want to do?

How will you fulfill the mission that God has given you?"

In today’s Nus Kingdom there are no slaves, so to this day, there is no such respectful pronoun as "you" for the Logos people.

The respect from the elves could be heard in their tone.

"...In my life, there’s one person who has had a tremendous impact on me."

"In this abandoned Temple?" Xilan asked in surprise.

"Yes, this is where I came into contact with God." Noen pointed to a spot on the ground,

"There was an old Priest, who lived here in seclusion, and led me to the Lord."

Hearing this, Xilan looked around the abandoned Temple,

There were no divine statues or offerings in the Temple, it was empty, yet it always occupied the Prophet’s memories.

"Prophet, then... what do you want to do with this abandoned Temple?" Xilan inquired, puzzled.

"Good question, Xilan." Noen, leaning on the Priest’s Staff, slowly approached the depths of the abandoned Temple, where weeds grew between the stones,

"Pattern Garden, Xilan.

Here, we’ll build a God’s Pattern Garden."

Over the past nine years, Noen had often visited the Pattern Garden of the elves, a place overgrown with wheat where Priests served God and explored the laws of the mortal world.

Generation after generation had cultivated a garden of faith!

Without a doubt, the Pattern Garden and that distant Holy Land were the centers of faith for the elves.

And Noen was inspired by this.

He resolved to establish a center of faith, to spread God’s grace and fulfill the mission he shoulder.

"But... Prophet, in such a remote place?"

Xilan seemed somewhat surprised,

"Such a remote place, how can it be worthy of God?"

"A place in the mortal world, no matter how splendid, how could it be worthy of God?

In God’s eyes, splendid places and this remote place are no different."

"But..."

"Xilan,

splendid places are for people to match themselves,

not for God."

With these words, Xilan was convinced by the Prophet and was momentarily speechless.

Noen paced in the abandoned Temple,

"Let those who believe in Him come here to pray, not openly, but in secret.

Not in the presence of the rich and prospering, attracting pity and alms.

But in the presence of the suffering poor, so that they may help each other.

In this place, people do not act on human desires, but on the intentions of God."

Noen, born a slave, harbored a genuine compassion for the suffering of people on earth.

Xilan listened patiently to the Prophet’s narrative.

"Prayer should not be ostentatious, not flamboyant, not feigned pitiful,

God can hear, He will never abandon,

His salvation will descend gradually in the secret prayers."

Noen’s voice was calm, yet it spoke of history about to unfold.

Xilan watched the Prophet, recording every sentence, even every word.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment,

In the eyes of the elf, a historic scene was reflected.

Before long, the Prophet of God would establish a Pattern Garden of faith in this abandoned Temple.

There, people of the world, no matter poor or rich, would receive God’s grace.

And this,

was the embryonic form of the later Church.

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