So Jinchen did not deny Samuel's call.Silently, the illusory figure gradually solidified beside Samuel, like misty fog gathering into shape.A slender and perfect hand, as if carved from the finest jade, with a slightly cool touch, gently touched Samuel's brow, which was slightly hot due to excitement."My believer, what are you sad about?"A deep and pleasant voice sounded, carrying with it a soothing power, and it instantly ran through Samuel's body like an electric current.Feeling the gentle touch on his brow, he trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the throbbing in his heart was a hundred times stronger than when he faced the cold statue.The more I felt the reality of the miracle, the more terrified I became.Will those dirty thoughts deep in my soul, those thoughts belonging to the abyss, be seen through by the omnipotent Father God?Samuel bit his red lower lip in panic, leaving a shallow mark, and only then did he barely suppress the whimper in his throat.He murmured with endless admiration, "Father God... Thank you for your grace and mercy..."Facing Jinchen's gaze, Samuel raised his pair of pure white pupils that were not stained by dust, and looked up to God with his whole heart, staring at Jinchen's blurred light and shadow, "Will you allow a humble me to continue to believe in you and serve you?"Such a cute look.Jinchen's heart seemed to be filled up, swollen and soft, and he couldn't help but use the back of his fingers to gently stroke Samuel's delicate jade-like cheek.Looking at the fair skin that quickly turned slightly red due to his touch, a satisfied smile flashed in Jinchen's eyes."Of course." His answer was an oracle.Light and Shadow leaned forward slightly, and gently wrapped Samuel in an extremely restrained, almost illusory hug.Jinchen could feel the body in his arms trembling more violently, and was worried that Samuel's soul could not bear the shadow condensed by this divine power, so he did not dare to stay for long."Eat it."Samuel seemed to hear the Father’s instructions again.He stretched out his slightly trembling fingers, picked up two of the soft petals and put them into his mouth.The petals melt in the mouth, turning into a warm stream with a strange floral fragrance that slides into the throat.-In the dim morning light, Samuel walked along the cool stone bricks of the temple corridor towards the prayer hall.There was a faint smile on the corners of his lips, as if he was immersed in a warm spring, and even the light power he emitted seemed softer than usual.Branwen was already waiting at the palace gate.He caught the unusual, almost satisfied aura around Samuel and felt a little confused.Branwen came forward with her usual concerned smile on her face, but she couldn't hide her inquiry, "Samuel, did you rest well last night? Judging from your face, did anything good happen last night?"The curve of Samuel's lips fell and he shook his head, "Nothing happened, Branwen."But there was a small voice in his heart that was excited: This was a secret between him and God the Father, a secret that belonged to him alone.I won't let Branwen know.The two walked into the empty prayer hall side by side.Branwen looked at Samuel several times, trying to find clues.He spoke casually, his voice was particularly clear in the silent temple, "Samuel, if you can't calm down, Father God can notice when you pray. Samuel, you seem to be particularly different today?"Hearing this, Samuel unconsciously raised his fingertips and gently touched his forehead.It seemed as if that cool and gentle touch still lingered there.He lowered his eyes, his thick silver eyelashes cast a small shadow on his fair face, and his voice was soft and full of joy. "Maybe...Father God won't blame me."There was no beginning or end to this, but it made Branwen feel oddly uneasy.He frowned and wanted to ask again, but he heard hurried footsteps outside the hall.A high-level warrior stood respectfully at the door and conveyed the bishop's order:The princess of the royal family Prince of Lyon has just given birth to twins.The future crown prince will choose one of the two little princes. His Royal Highness the Prince will go to the temple in person and ask the bishop to send two highly regarded junior priests to bestow the blessing of faith from the God of Light on the newborn.The two had no choice but to interrupt their prayers and follow the warrior to the bishop's meeting room.Prince of Lyon, dressed in a luxurious princely robe, is talking with Bishop Cyril.The prince's eyes were immediately drawn to Samuel and Branwen as they came in.Samuel's breathtaking appearance made the prince, who was used to seeing beautiful women, lose his mind for a moment.He was clean, pure and beautiful, indeed like a masterpiece blessed by God himself.However, the prince's eyes finally fell on Branwen after lingering on Samuel's too perfect face for a moment."Priest Branwen," the prince said in a voice full of praise, "The power of light in you is so pure and gentle. You must be one of the most beloved believers of the Father. You can bless my children and protect them to grow up safely."Branwen pursed her lips just right, showing a shy and humble smile, and bowed slightly: "It's my pleasure."At the same time, Branwen couldn't help but feel a little proud.His power of light is purer than Samuel's. Perhaps... God the Father will really favor him more.The prince turned to Samuel, his tone polite but obviously distant, "Priest Samuel, the royal carriage will come to pick you up in five days, please be ready."Samuel nodded coldly, his thin lips tightly pursed, and said nothing.He usually behaves like this in front of outsiders.However, at this moment, beneath Samuel's calm appearance, fierce rebuttals were surging in his heart.No, that's not the case.The Father had never come down for Branwen, not even as a shadow.Samuel even wondered…Why can’t it be just me, why can’t the Father’s gaze be focused only on me.This thought was so paranoid that it frightened Samuel's fingertips as soon as it came up.He subconsciously pinched his finger bones hard, using the slight pain to dispel the terrible blasphemous thought.After seeing the prince off, the two should have immediately returned to the prayer hall to complete the interrupted morning prayer.But the magic power of light accumulated over the past few days has been swelling in Samuel's body.For his body that contained both light and darkness, the excessive pure power of light began to cause pain.Suddenly, without any warning, a ray of warm and dazzling golden light burst out from a rose petal that quietly slipped from his sleeve.Then the golden light spread and enveloped Samuel gently and domineeringly."what!"Branwen's eyes were hurt by the sudden bright light. He cried out in surprise, subconsciously took a half step back and covered his eyes with his arms.Bishop Cyril also opened his eyes wide in shock.The light was so pure and so sacred that even the priests who had served the gods for years felt burning pain in their eyes and could hardly look directly at it."This...this is..."Branwen's voice trembled, "Your Excellency the Bishop, what is going on?!"Bishop Cyril murmured, his old voice trembling with excitement, "...It is the Father God...It is the gift of the Father God! The blessing of the God of Light!"