"Praise Ruiriersa!"

"Praise the Wall God!"

The two prospective in-laws sat facing each other.

"Ah."

Mr. Bede sighed, his posture now more natural.

Karun did the same, leaning back.

Younis came over with a tray containing two rolls of hot towels. She used tongs to hand one roll to her father and the other to Karun.

Both men unfolded the hot towels with their fingers, gently shaking them back and forth before placing them on the backs of their hands.

Afterwards, Mr. Bede used the towel to wipe his hair while Karun placed the towel on his face.

"Younis, your grandfather and uncle will be back soon. Prepare some towels for them as well."

"Yes, Father."

After Younis left, Mr. Bede hung his towel on a rack and stood up, saying, "Karun, I think we can talk in the study."

"Okay."

Karun also hung his towel on the rack, but it slipped off and stained the middle of the painting. The stain divided the people under the eaves and the distant theater in the painting, creating the effect of two "worlds" in the picture.

Bede stood behind Karun and exclaimed, "This is the inspiration of art."

Karun smiled and said, "It was just an accident."

Bede shook his head and said, "The inspiration of many artists actually comes from accidents, but they are too embarrassed to say so, or no one will believe them."

Karun nodded and the two of them went upstairs to the study.

"So, is this the reason why you cannot awaken your bloodline, Mr. Bede?"

Bede nodded. "Yes, it should be."

Faith is exclusive; one cannot believe in both him and her at the same time. When Mr. Bede chose to believe in the Wall God religion, he naturally could not awaken his family's bloodline, nor could he follow the family's belief system.

After all, even though the Wall God religion was small in scale and influence, and even though Wall God Ruiriersa had been defined as an evil god by the Order God and suppressed during the previous era, no one could deny that the Wall God religion was a "church".

"You surprised me," Karun said. "You hid it well."

Even Puerh hadn't noticed.

Of course, if Puerh had noticed, it probably wouldn't have been angry that a descendant of the family believed in a cult, but would have been surprised that a strange fruit had grown among a group of short winter melons.

After all, the only ones who are sensitive to the Wall God religion are the Order God religion. After all, Wall God Ruiriersa was personally suppressed by the Order God, so the two religions are natural enemies. However, even at the height of the Wall God religion, it was only a small fish relative to the Order God religion, so even the Order God religion did not have much enthusiasm for "eliminating evil" among the remnants of the Wall God religion.Therefore, Mr. Bede believed in the Wall God Sect. As long as he didn't go outside and proclaim it loudly, no one would intentionally come to trouble him.

"Oh, but there is a family problem here. Because Karun remembers that the Allen family's black coral powder workshop is exclusively for the York City Order God Sect, once this matter is exposed, it will affect the Allen family's business."

"When did you start to contact the Wall God Sect?" Karun asked.

"When I was very young... I was even a child, I was interested in painting," Mr. Bede said.

Karun nodded. He knew that this was a kind of answer that gave time for the speaker to organize the following lies.

"In fact, my family's bloodline talent may really not be high. My eldest and second brothers successfully awakened when they were very young, and I was much slower than them, but at that time I already had a little feeling."

"But, as you know, children like to compete, even with their own brothers, especially in families like ours."

"So, although I could slightly sense a bit of my ancestor's bloodline, I also understood that my talent was much worse than my two brothers, so I wasn't very keen on going down this path."

"Then, I found records about the Wall God Sect in the family library. I thought that this should be what I wanted to pursue."

"At first, it really was because of my interest."

"I started to look for those wall painters, and I would also go and communicate with those wandering artists, trying to integrate into their circle."

"Then, I successfully found a Wall God Sect believer. He took me into the 'temple' of the Wall God Sect, where I was exposed to the teachings of the Wall God Sect and saw the image of the true god Rui Liersa in an illustration."

"I was shocked by the teachings, and fascinated by Rui Liersa."

"Finally, I willingly believed in the Wall God Sect under his guidance."

"If I didn't believe in the Wall God Sect, maybe in two or three years, or four or five years, when I became an adult, I should be able to reach the first level of bloodline."

"However, maybe the ancestor also sensed that my faith was not pure enough, so he didn't choose me from the beginning."

At this point, Mr. Bede raised his head and looked at the portrait of the ancestor Allen hanging on the wall behind the desk.

"It's a bit ironic," Karun said, poking the desk lightly with a pen, "after all, you used to sit in this position."

The patriarch sitting under the portrait of the ancestor was actually a believer in a foreign religion.

However, Karun immediately added, "But this scene, even if it is painted realistically without any changes, would still be beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Bede closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and showed a very enjoyable expression.

Real artists are lonely. For them, the happiest thing is actually to meet someone with the same aesthetic sense, which can trigger a resonance. This resonance can prove that they are not alone on the road full of darkness."Master Karun, I have wanted to draw this painting many times. You're right, it's really beautiful. To outsiders, it may seem like a simple depiction of the clan leader working, but those who know the truth can appreciate the silent irony. However, out of respect for the ancestor, I have controlled my desire to draw it."

"So, I'm curious about one thing." Karun looked at Mr. Bede. "Please don't blame me for being too direct."

"Please ask."

"Can you fight?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that I am good at drawing, not fighting."

"Anything else?" Karun asked. "I want more specific information."

"If you hadn't come, the clan would still be facing pressure from the Raphael family, which has nothing to do with me hiding my faith. You should know that if I revealed my faith, the situation for the clan would only get worse. That's why my father and I have the same view on this, that your arrival has brought hope to the Allen family. And, after seeing the holy water in the theater, we can even hope for more."

Karun smiled.

"Don't you believe me?" Mr. Bede asked.

Karun lied, "No, I believe you."

Mr. Bede nodded and said, "Yes, who would be indifferent to their family's danger and only hide themselves? After all, my last name is Allen too."

"Of course, you are still the clan leader."

However, what came to Karun's mind were the letter from Linda and the disheveled Piajie.

For religious beliefs, Linda could abandon her husband twice.

So, don't talk about morality with these religious madmen!

"Master Karun, how did you know about the Wall God Sect? I mean, very few people know about it now, or how did you know about me? It couldn't be because of the painting I haven't had a chance to take back, right?"

Karun pointed to his forehead. "Because I completed purification."

Upon hearing this explanation, Mr. Bede's face showed a look of astonishment and asked, "Did you really see it because of my painting?"

Because he knew that Karun had just completed purification, the only clue he could give Karun was that painting.

"Yes."

"That's... amazing." Mr. Bede took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "The shock you brought me is unparalleled. You truly are the grandson of Dis."

"Also, I know about the Wall God Sect because I have a good friend in Roja City. His wife is also a follower of the Wall God Sect. Her name is Linda."

"Linda?"

"Do you know her?""Yes, I know her. When I went to Roja City to visit your grandfather, I actually met two women. One is my current wife, Jenny, and the other... oh no, Linda couldn't be called a woman back then. She was just a little girl, holding her mother's hand."

"So, are you Linda's guide?" Karun asked.

"No, I met Linda at a secret gathering of the Wall God Church held in Roja City. Her parents brought her there. They are all followers of the Wall God Church. At that time, one of her works left a deep impression on me, so I took the initiative to communicate with her. She is a lovely girl, and you can tell that she has a natural persistence and appreciation for art and murals."

"Have you been in contact since then?"

"I saw her a few years ago, but not in Rulan. It was in Wien. After I became the head of the clan, I no longer participated in the gatherings of the Wall God Church because I was afraid of exposing my identity and dragging down the family. But I still go to art exhibitions. At one exhibition, I saw Linda again. I didn't recognize her at first, after all, little girls can change a lot when they grow up, but men... Mr. Bede touched his cheek, "Men's appearance doesn't change much for a period of time."

Karun nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Linda recognized me. We had coffee together. She told me she was studying at the Art Academy in Wien. We just caught up briefly and deliberately avoided talking about the church. I couldn't because of my identity, and she because she had just agreed to marry her boyfriend who was studying psychology and was planning to drop out and return to Rulan together. After wishing each other the best for our future lives, we both took the last sip of coffee in our cups."

"Do you want to know how she is doing now?"

"To be honest, not really." Mr. Bede shook his head, "Because our relationship has been distant for a long time, but she should be very happy. Her husband, oh no, her husband should love her very much, right?"

"Yes, her husband loves her very much."

"Well, that's good." Mr. Bede nodded, "She deserves to be happy."

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

"It should be for me." Bede pointed to himself, "My father probably wants to store that pool of holy water as soon as possible. Thank you again for your gift."

"It's what I should do."

Bede didn't ask about the benefits and distribution of this pool of holy water. It wasn't because the Allen family was greedy, but because the current head of the Allen family was actually Karun himself. Strictly speaking, Karun has the qualifications to control all the property of the Allen family. So asking about the specific distribution would be divisive.

Karun pressed the bell on the desk, and the study door opened. Borg stood at the door.

"Mr. Bede, the old master is calling for you.""Okay, I got it. Go tell the master that I'll be there soon."

"Sure."

Bed bowed slightly to Karun and said, "I'm truly grateful for your arrival, which has brought hope to our Alan family. Although artists generally live in poverty, they don't like it. Your arrival has allowed me to finally let go and immerse myself in the temple of art. Of course, if you need me, I will be at your service at any time, my respected young master Karun."

Bed walked out of the study without asking Karun to keep the secret, because he knew that this sentence, like the distribution of the sacred water, did not need to be mentioned.

Karun sat in the chair, continuing to turn the pen in his hand. He didn't believe Mr. Bed's words because Piajie had also naively believed that Linda would never leave him.

In addition, the Yimmerles family's rule was: doubt should not be left overnight!

But here, it was the Alan family.

Karun closed his eyes and began to think and remember:

--

"I told him the method of the super-standard god descending ceremony of the Order God Church that Hoffen helped me perfect, and helped him prepare for it. He was going to fulfill his long-cherished wish and summon a true evil god, but he was destined to fail.

Because his strength and realm were not enough, he was destined to turn into ashes in the summoning ceremony, and most importantly, he did not have enough things to sacrifice."

"Then why did he..."

"Because of his dream. He knew that he could not really summon the ancestor, but he should be able to see the ancestor before he disappeared with the altar and say a few words."

...

"Oh, by the way, Grandpa, I know who the demon is that you said would help us clean up."

"Oh."

--

With a "clatter," the pen in his hand, which had been turning, fell on the desk.

Karun slowly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "So, the reason for letting my wife and daughter go to Roja City instead of me is really to let me go see the art exhibition?"

...

"Bed, arrange these things and make sure to handle them carefully. You know the value of this pool of sacred water!"

"Yes, father, I understand. I will instruct people to do it immediately."

"Hmm."

"But it's raining today. I think it's better to start pumping and storing water tomorrow in case rainwater gets mixed in and affects the quality of the sacred water."

"Yes, you're right. Let's do it tomorrow. Mike, you take people to protect the auditorium."

"Yes, father."

After discussing matters with his father and brothers, Bed walked straight towards the basement of the castle.

Watching his back as he walked away, Old Anderson said helplessly, "He's going back to his studio again."

Mike comforted him, "It's his hobby."

"Well, it's fortunate that Young Master Karun is here. I'm not so angry anymore. Forget it, let him be."Mr. Bede walked into the basement, beneath the castle were three basements.

One was a storage room, one was a former defensive fortification, and the other was Mr. Bede's studio.

"Pa!"

He turned on the light, walked in, and there were many canvases covered with white cloth inside.

He walked straight to the deepest wall of the studio, ignoring all other works, where there was also a large piece of white cloth hanging.

Mr. Bede closed his eyes, waved his fingers lightly, then smiled and walked to the small wine cabinet in the adjacent studio, poured himself a glass of red wine, drank it directly, and put down the glass.

Then he picked up a violin next to him, adjusted it, and brewed his feelings with the red wine just drunk.

The next moment, the melodious sound of the violin rang in the basement.

Mr. Bede walked back and forth while playing the violin, this was his own performance, he was the performer, and also the audience.

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The sound of the violin gradually turned from melodious to cheerful, then from cheerful to intense, and finally, it became an impassioned melody that could ignite the fire in people's hearts!

"Click!"

The last note fell, Mr. Bede bowed to the wall in front of him and took a bow.

When he stood up, he reached out and pulled down the white cloth hanging on the wall.

The white cloth fell, revealing a huge painting on the wall.

In the painting, a man stood on the roof of a building, holding a box in his hand, looking up at the woman in the sky with a smile on his face.

The woman was crying and reaching her hand towards the sky.

The sky was full of dark clouds, but in the depths of the clouds, there was the figure of a female giant.

In the lower corner of the picture, there was an altar.

Mr. Bede picked up the remaining half-glass of red wine, tasted it while admiring this mural.

This was Linda's work.

Mr. Bede suddenly laughed and said, "But how could the painter appear in her own painting?"