In a London subway station, an old man with dishevelled hair sat on the smooth marble floor, his clothes were tattered, his hair was full of dirt, and a face that hadn't been washed for an unknown number of days, his eyes full of eye boogers.
In front of him was a bowl made of stainless steel. He was a beggar, an old beggar. He had been in the London Underground station for seven or eight years. In the eyes of the patrolmen of the London Underground station, he was an old beggar who was about to die, had no relatives, had no friends, begged for a living every day, and didn't know that one day his body would be rotting in the corner, and be found by the cleaning staff.
But today, an old man in clerical clothes came to this subway hall, his hair was combed meticulously, his face was kind, his clothes were exquisite, and at a glance he knew that he was very well established in the Church. That patrolman saw him coming and immediately greeted him.
"Oh Father, may I ask what is your business?" The patrolman said politely.
"Oh! God bless you, my boy. There's something I'd like to trouble you with, I wonder if you're available?" The clergyman said to him kindly.
"You are too kind, it would be an honour to help you." The patrolman replied with a nod.
"Thank you, my son. May God bless you!" The clergyman took out a photo and said to the patrolman, "May I ask if you recognize this man? He was at this subway station."
The patrolman took the photo in his hands and glanced at it. He could not help but frown. In the photo was an old man, dressed in earthy grey clerical robes, his body was very tall, his eyes were sharp, his eagle-like high nose, and his whole body seemed to be full of energy. It was not at all obvious that he was an old man.
The patrolman pulled the photo closer to his eyes and looked at it for half a day, and realised that he had no image of this person at all. He could not help but look at it for a while longer in doubt before returning it to that priest. "Father, I'm so very sorry. I've been working here for five years and I've never seen this man before. Are you sure he is in this subway station?"
"Yes, I'm sure it's this subway station. Can you please check it for me. His name is Kevin." The cleric said.
"That's fine, please wait a moment, I'll ask my colleague, he was here much earlier than me, he might know." The patrolman said politely.
"Then thank you very much indeed, and may God bless you, son!" The cleric said.
That cleric was Cardinal Harvin, who had arrived in London on a special plane from the Vatican. Originally, he thought it would be an easy errand, but he didn't realise that this matter was more troublesome than he thought, and he couldn't find that ascetic at all. If he didn't have absolute trust in the Pope, he would have begun to wonder if the address was wrong.
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Ten minutes later, that patrolman returned.
The cleric immediately asked eagerly, "Son, did you find any clue about this man?"
"Oh, Father, I may disappoint you, he doesn't know if we have this man on our station either. If your man is here, it is probably among these beggars." The patrolman could not help joking.
"Beggars!" Cardinal couldn't help but have his eyes light up.
After he thanked the patrolman he started to take the photos and look at them one by one against the physical copy of the photo he had.
Those beggars, seeing a customer door suddenly excited, began to sell the performance.
Among these beggars, only one person sat on the ground loosely and did not move. In the metal bowl in front of him, there were only a few coins, obviously business was dismal.
The cardinal looked over one by one, he saw that beggar, he compared him with the picture. It felt like the figure was very similar. It seemed as if it was him.
He then asked respectfully, "May I ask if you are Abbot Kevin?" The beggar did not move, as if he had not heard. The cardinal could not help but say it again.
That beggar finally moved, he raised his head blankly and opened his sleepy eyes, a huge eye booger on the corner of his eye looked very striking. "What is it that you are looking for me?" A low voice came from the beggar's mouth.
"Abbot Kevin, His Holiness the Pope has summoned me to call you to the city V to discuss something." Harvin said even more respectfully.
"Then let's get going." He said as he stood up straight away.
The patrolman next to him realised at this time that this old beggar grew very tall, and when he stood up, a forceful aura almost made him breathless. He watched incredulously as that revered priest respectfully stood behind the beggar and left the subway station. He could not help but blink his eyes hard.
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Brandon's huge body finally stood on top of the island. The colour of the sky was still very dim, there was lightning and thunder everywhere, and the whole island was silent, and the thing that surprised him was that the whole island was very rich in aura.
As soon as he got close to the island, he felt that the qi in his body suddenly became active and the flow began to speed up. He realised that this was an island rich in qi.
Now not knowing whether it was day or night, he slowly made his way towards the volcano in front of him, the stormy weather was really not suitable for flying, Brandon had to crawl forward.
The trees on the island were very tall, and Brandon realised that many of them he had never even seen before. Giant trees four or five metres in diameter abounded, and the entire island seemed lush and green.
He smelled an air of ancient vicissitudes from this island. This scent made him very comfortable. He crawled like the front, the animals in the forest seemed to have disappeared as if he hadn't seen them at all. It was as if they had gone into hiding.
Some of the tall trees seem to have been chewed by some kind of animal, the leaves looked very sparse, and many branches had been bitten off by the roots. Brandon estimated that, if it is really some kind of creature to chew, then this kind of creature is more than ten metres high, or else could not even be able to reach those leaves.
Brandon carried Skylar on his back, and he had no idea what he was doing. Brandon carried Skyler on his back and walked carefully, intuitively feeling that this island was not so simple.
Suddenly there was a loud roar in the distance, and Brandon listened to it with his ears. The body slowly approached towards the place where the sound came from. The sound was getting louder and louder, as if two beasts were fighting.
Brandon lowered his body and slowly moved towards the front. This kind of action, he hadn't done for a long time. Gradually he felt a slight vibration in the ground. He plucked away the dense branches and looked towards the distance, suddenly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.