Chapter 526: Rafael's Messenger

When Weimu Xun finished compiling the list and gathering all the information, and handed the thick stack of documents and records to Yu Lin, the sky outside the window had already begun to turn a faint gray‑white.

Yu Lin took them and flipped through them casually.

The pages were filled densely with names, positions, and incidents.

Many pages represented a "smart person" who once believed they could profit on both sides and never be exposed.

He closed the file and stood up.

"Next," he began, his gaze sweeping over the group of Bishops with varied expressions before him:

"Please be patient, everyone."

"Rest assured, today's matter does not involve only you."

"It concerns all of Christianity; many will stand with you."

Weimu Xun's throat rolled slightly.

He opened his mouth to ask something, but Yu Lin's words had already shifted direction.

"Then."

Yu Lin turned his body aside, his eyes landing on the projection wall still displaying the data.

On the screen, an executive was beaming as he shook hands with De Laike, with nightclub neon lights and blurred silhouettes of gang members behind them.

"These guys from the Chicago area," he said:

"…are yours to handle."

He turned his head toward Weimu Xun.

"In five days, all the people on the list, everyone implicated, please deliver them to the Vatican."

Weimu Xun subconsciously nodded, about to respond—just as the words reached his mouth, they turned into another issue.

"Saint."

Yu Lin had already turned toward the doorway, his steps unceasing.

Weimu Xun watched the silhouette receding farther and farther:

"Is this… is this the Lord's will?"

Yu Lin continued forward, walking toward the porch already tinted gray‑white by the morning light.

A voice came from ahead:

"That's what I meant; originally I wanted to watch the show."

"But now I've decided to save some people—the innocent, the good, those who shouldn't die, and so on."

"For example, a good person like Father Andongni; you may not know who Father Andongni is, but it doesn't matter—just know he's a good person."

"When it's your Lord's turn, he will cleanse the earth."

"Just like the Great Flood."

Weimu Xun's pupils contracted sharply, startling him.

"When the time comes, men and women, old and young, will have to go down and keep company with Satan."

"Although Satan and I… uh, that's not for you to know, anyway."

Yu Lin had already reached the doorway.

The morning light outlined his figure, coating him in a hazy aura.

He raised his hand and waved casually, as if saying farewell, or dispersing something.

"All right, do your work well."

His silhouette merged into the gray‑white morning light, growing fainter and more vague.

The final sentence floated in, as if from far away:

"You'll understand later."

Then, he vanished.

The Church fell into dead silence.

Weimu Xun stood where he was, his lips slightly open, yet no sound came out.

What does it mean… mainly to cleanse the earth like the Great Flood?

He abruptly turned his head, looking at the Bishops behind him who were equally stunned.

Each face bore the same shock, fear, and disbelief.

Has the present sin already caught up with ancient times?

The last time was Noah.

So this time…

Weimu Xun's breathing quickened.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind—those on the list, the things they thought could remain hidden, the sins they had tacitly approved, the evils they had ignored…

Is Yu Lin the one who will save them?!

If it's true, if Yu Lin's words are true.

Then this time, they must board Yu Lin's ship!

Weimu Xun suddenly turned, facing the crowd still frozen in place.

His voice rose sharply, bellowing:

"Did everyone hear that?!"

His gaze flashed like lightning across each face.

"This is our last chance!"

He raised his hand, pointing to the doorway, to the Chicago sunrise they were about to step into, already fully illuminated.

"Everyone, go out—do it!"

The silence lasted less than a second.

Then, footsteps sounded.

First, second, third… all Bishops, priests, and deacons turned, hurrying toward the doorway.

The footsteps grew denser and more urgent, like a rapid drumbeat, shattering the still silence in the Church.

They streamed out like fish, their figures disappearing one after another into the morning light outside.

Weimu Xun stood in place, watching them leave.

His hands were still trembling slightly.

He lowered his head, looking at the cross on his chest, watching the image of the suffering Jesus reflect a faint glow in the morning light.

Then he lifted his head, gazing at the massive cross.

"Lord," he whispered:

"Guide us… this time, let us not err again."

No one answered him.

Only the morning light poured in through the stained glass window, casting shadows on the altar.

Weimu Xun inhaled deeply, turned, and strode out the door.

The days to come were destined to be sleepless nights for many.

It was 8 a. m. U. S. time.

Yu Lin left a small street‑side eatery, still holding a half‑eaten fried dough stick in his hand.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a Chinese restaurant open in the morning; the American breakfast here really didn't suit his palate.

He took a bite, chewed, and fixed his gaze on the distant skyline.

San Francisco? New York? Or perhaps head to Los Angeles first?

As he pondered his next move, a black sedan rolled up slowly from the roadside, stopping precisely beside him.

The wheels settled firmly, without the slightest wobble.

Yu Lin raised an eyebrow, his eyes landing on the privacy‑tinted car window.

The window lowered.

A face appeared before him.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, skin so pale it seemed never to have seen sunlight, yet it bore a healthy sheen.

Features were deep yet not sharp, lines soft, exuding an indescribable… warm, gentle aura.

A tasteful smile rested on the face, neither overly enthusiastic nor deliberately distant.

Yu Lin was sure he hadn't seen her before, but her aura told him.

This woman was a good person, with an angel watching over her.

"Who are you?" he swallowed the fried dough stick:

"Anything?"

The woman did not answer immediately.

She opened the car door and stepped out.

She was tall.

Yu Lin's forehead reached her chin; at that height, she towered above everyone.

Clad in a snug beige coat, she still couldn't conceal her unforgettable figure.

Not the aggressive, scorching type, but a… perfectly proportioned one; a little more would seem excessive, a little less insufficient.

She walked toward him.

A faint, elusive scent drifted into Yu Lin's nostrils, not the crafted fragrance of perfume but something more natural, more primal.

If he had to describe it, Yu Lin thought it resembled a sun‑warmed quilt, the warmth emitted by dry firewood burning, the comforting scent of grass he once lay upon as a child.

Yu Lin paused his bite of the fried dough stick.

The woman stopped before him and extended her hand.

Her hand was pale, fingers long and knobby, her voice gentle as if greeting an old friend:

"Hello, honored Holy."

She paused, her blue‑green eyes staring straight at Yu Lin.

"I am Lafeier's chosen messenger to the Human World.

"You may call me Su Shan Na Gelansem."

Oh, I see.

Yu Lin looked at her, then at the hand she offered, and extended his own to shake: "Alright, Su Shan Na, I've noted it."

"Then what do you need?"