As Reynolds spoke, he handed him a cup of tea through the cell window. The middle-aged man took a sip of tea and did not speak. It was as if he was still thinking and organizing his words, but it was also as if he found it difficult to speak.
This was also human nature. Not everyone could pour out their heart to a stranger. At times like this, a qualified priest needed to conduct some simple guidance to open the person's heart and let them pour out their heart to him.
Although Reynolds had never done such a thing before, he had still learned the theoretical knowledge from the Lord. Thus, he took the initiative to speak and tried to guide the other party:
"Name? Age? Occupation? Address? "
The middle-aged man was stunned, but he still answered truthfully:
"My name is George. I'm 45 years old. I'm a small foreman. I live on Fourth Avenue behind three streets..."
Seeing that the other party had finally spoken, Reynolds continued to guide:
"What's your motive and purpose for coming here?"
"Uh... Actually, I have a friend. He hasn't been doing well recently..."
The middle-aged man was halfway through his sentence when Reynolds suddenly interrupted:
"Tell me honestly, is this friend of yours?"
"Uh... This... is... is... me..."
"That's right. Confess and you'll be lenient. Tell me what's troubling you!"
Only then did the middle-aged man explain his situation in detail. It was roughly the common mid-life crisis. His job was not going well, the competition was too strong, the pressure was too great, the relationship was not harmonious, insomnia, frequent urination, hairline, and so on …
Reynolds listened silently, interrupting from time to time to ask about the details:
"What's going on here? Explain it clearly! "
"Why are you engaged in vicious competition with your peers? Do you know that this is against the law? "
"Why didn't you report something like this in time?"
As the middle-aged man spoke, he felt that something was wrong. Why did this seem like an interrogation? And there was an iron window in the middle. It really did feel like that...
However, in the end, he still gave a rough explanation of the situation.
Reynolds stood up, organized his words, and said: "I understand your situation.
"I understand your situation. Don't be afraid. I won't help you repent …"
"There's a way to solve your troubles..."
Reynolds said as he helped him unlock the chains and iron lock on the confessional door and let him out.
The middle-aged man could not help but heave a sigh of relief...
Renault, in turn, assumed a serious air, and said in an impassioned tone: --
"Don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties. Face them with a smile! The best way to overcome worries is to face them! Perseverance is victory! Do your best! "
He wanted to motivate and encourage the other party.
The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this. He paused for a moment before replying,
"Mr. Pastor, I understand your reasoning, but …"
"You mean, I should go to the bar for a drink? Or find a woman to vent? "
"Of course not. Why would you think that? Forget it. Come with me. "
Reynolds said as he led him all the way to the entrance of the church.
At this time, it was already night outside, and the moonlight was bright, rendering the surrounding streets silvery white.
"If you want to forget your troubles and relieve your stress, the easiest way is to run!"
Reynolds said.
"Running?!"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but widen his eyes, but wasn't it already night time?
Reynolds did not answer. Instead, he cast two divine spells on the middle-aged man.
It was a level-three protection divine spell, Endurance and Frenzy. When combined, it was equivalent to a weakened version of Valor's Inspiration. It was the same as the level-five divine spell that Reynolds had cast on the jewelry in Sir Donald's manor. The group version of this divine spell was the Valor's Prayer that Reynolds had wanted to cast yesterday but was stopped.
However, when casting the divine spell, Reynolds felt a little bit off. It seemed that the process was not as smooth as before, and there was a slight obstruction.
He did not think much about it. Maybe it was because he had not used this kind of low-level divine spell for a long time and was rusty.
The middle-aged man who was blessed by the magic spell suddenly felt a surge of hot blood in his body. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He even felt that he had become several years younger. He couldn't help but shout loudly, "Don't worry, I'm going to kill you!"
"Ahhhhh! My youth is back! "
"Go! Release your hot blood and youth, sprinkle your sweat and passion, and run towards the moon! "
Renault added, giving him another push on his back.
The middle-aged man immediately spread his legs and began to run wildly along the street.
Although he was extremely excited, he did not lose his rationality and could still control his actions. He could even feel the changes in his heart, so he would not lead to the tragedy of the bishop.
This was also because Reynolds did not cast any divine spells that affected people's emotions and thoughts.
As he ran, the middle-aged man did not feel tired. Instead, he felt more and more relaxed. The heavy burden in his heart seemed to have been expelled from his body along with his sweat. His whole body felt comfortable and relaxed.
Just like that, he ran for two hours straight. By the time he returned to the entrance of the church, the duration of the divine spell had also ended. Immediately, he felt fatigue and soreness wash over him like a tide. He had no strength left in his body, and he could not even stand properly. He could only sit down at the entrance of the church, leaning against the wall as he panted.
But even so, he still found a touch of relaxation and refreshment that he had not felt for a long time. He actually forgot the pain and frustration that had accumulated in his heart.
After hearing the noise outside, Reynolds came out with a kitten on his head. He was training these kittens just now.
"Mr. George, are you okay?"
Reynolds asked.
"Very tired, but very refreshed and relaxed. I feel great."
George's face showed a very natural and relaxed smile.
"Do you need any help?"
"No, just let me sit for a while. Hehe, to tell you the truth, when I was young, I was the best runner in the village. I ran faster than a dog. Many girls liked me because of that. Hahahaha …"
George said very happily. Compared to the gloomy look he had when he first came in, it was as if he had become a different person.
Reynolds kindly poured a cup of tea for him. He gulped it down and felt that his body had recovered some strength. He could now move on his own.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Pastor. If it's possible, can I come again tomorrow?"
"Of course."
"Ah, right, I almost forgot …"
As George spoke, he hurriedly searched his body for some money, but to no avail.
"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to bring money today. Can I bring it to you tomorrow?"
"Of course."
Reynolds replied with a kind smile on his face.
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