Chapter 77: With You, Bearing a Holy Son

Deep within the Vatican Holy See.

Here there is only a room protected by multiple layers.

It is called the Holy Relic Chamber.

It stores the holy relics of the saints throughout history, or relics that have received Blessing.

Although some have gradually lost their power due to the passage of time or overuse, they are still kept here.

Taking them out for believers to view on ordinary days is also fine.

Within the Holy Relic Chamber there is also a small room, and that small room houses a holy relic said to be preserved even if the Vatican were to fall—the Silver Coin.

At this moment.

Francis walks beside Yu Lin, and ahead leads a nun—the same nun who reported to Francis that day.

Yu Lin watches her back, his eyes full of curiosity.

Because she has an Asian face, her appearance can be described as very beautiful, with a holy beauty.

Francis perhaps sensed his curious gaze, smiled and explained: "She is called An Yu, whom I adopted seventeen years ago when I visited your Da Xia Holy See."

"At that time she was only seven, yet she could already recite most of the Holy Bible."

"She would even, for a beggar, rather starve herself than keep her own noon meal, sharing it with him."

"If I am absent for some reason, Saint, you may look for her as well."

"Hmm, that's fine." Yu Lin nods.

They walk and chat.

The three of them arrive at the door of the room in the Holy Relic Chamber that seals the Silver Coin.

An Yu stops, takes off the CrossNecklace hanging around her neck.

This is the key to open the door.

Insert it, turn it, and silently utter some incantation; as WhiteLight flashes and fades, the door is considered opened.

She puts the necklace back on, turns sideways and says:

"Please, Saint, go in."

"Hmm." Yu Lin walks a few steps, then notices Francis has not followed, turns back and asks curiously:

"Not together?"

Francis shakes his head, smiles faintly:

"This is your matter."

"Alright." Yu Lin does not press, and strides into the room.

But, the next moment.

Originally standing quietly in place, An Yu, as his door was about to close, unexpectedly walked in as well!

This action first left Francis stunned, then greatly shocked:

"An Yu! What are you doing?!"

"Come out quickly!"

Unfortunately, all the sounds are blocked by that door.

Francis's expression darkens, he turns and hurries away to fetch a spare key.

Inside the room.

Yu Lin looks at the entering An Yu, furrows his brow slightly: "Do you have something to attend to?"

"Yes."

An Yu nods, then, under Yu Lin's puzzled gaze, she reaches out to lift her nun's habit.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

This situation leaves Yu Lin even more bewildered.

An Yu walks toward him, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips:

"I want to bear a Holy Son."

"With you."

She takes Yu Lin's hand, places it reverently on her chest, and with a hint of pleading says:

"Please, grant me the Holy bloodline!"

"I will do anything, I can satisfy any of your wishes!"

"......." Yu Lin remains silent.

What the hell is this about?

He originally thought An Yu had ulterior motives, intending to kill him, but instead she wants to conceive a life with him!

Yu Lin glances at the portrait of Jesus beside him, feeling that the compassionate smile on its face has turned into a mocking grin, as if it can't wait to enjoy the spectacle!

"No, no."

Yu Lin pulls his hand from hers and waves it, saying:

"This requires genuine feeling; there is no feeling between us, so I decline, thanks."

"Stand aside, be good."

He lifts his hand and pats An Yu's head.

An Yu, however, shakes her head, steps forward and embraces him directly:

"Please, consider this as your mercy toward me."

"I really, really want to........."

Snap.

Yu Lin saw that she wouldn't listen, so he gave her a palm strike, knocking her out.

He muttered, "You want to cosplay the Blessed Mary, huh? Get some proper sleep."

He shook his head.

Yu Lin stopped paying attention to her and turned toward the high platform in the middle of the room.

On the platform lay a Silver Coin with a notch on its edge.

Yu Lin lifted his hand, picked up the Silver Coin, and examined it.

"Hmm, that's the one."

However, he sensed nothing special; it was plain and ordinary, just a regular Silver Coin.

Yet as he was about to store it, the Silver Coin flew up on its own, transforming into a necklace around his neck.

Then it fell silent again, as if everything that just happened were an illusion.

"I'll study it later," Yu Lin thought, when a sound suddenly came from behind.

"Saint, are you alright?!"

Francis's voice rang out as he hurried in with several Red Cloaked Cardinals and a Knight Commander. Seeing Yu Lin safe, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, with the Lord protecting him, what trouble could arise?

Yet his gentle gaze turned to fury the moment he saw An Yu on the ground:

"Take her away and interrogate her properly; why did she betray us!"

A Knight Commander was about to escort her away.

Yu Lin spoke up, "Hold on."

"She bears no ill will toward me."

"Huh?" Francis and the others were puzzled.

"Then why did she follow you in?"

Yu Lin's face showed a hint of embarrassment: "She said she wanted to share a Saint's bloodline with me."

"I refused her, so I knocked her out."

"........" When Francis heard Yu Lin's explanation, the anger in his eyes instantly faded, replaced by understanding; his expression turned complex:

"So that's how it is........"

"In the end, it was my fault."

"I once told her that after bearing a Saint's bloodline, one would receive Heaven's Blessing and gain the ability to heal all living beings."

"She often helps at the hospital, so she must have seen those patients… the separation of life and death."

"Sigh."

He let out a long sigh, looking quite melancholy.

Yu Lin listened and thought to himself that An Yu was actually quite nice.

He thought for a moment.

He approached An Yu, placed his hand on her forehead, gazed at the portrait of Jesus, and whispered in his mind:

"Jesus, if she truly wants to heal people, then help her and grant her the ability to heal the good; if not, send her to Hell, okay?"

A flash of Golden Light appeared.

A cross‑shaped pattern suddenly manifested on the palm of An Yu's right hand.

Yu Lin saw the scene and understood.

He stood and looked at Francis, smiling:

"It seems the Lord has approved her."