Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 2

“As expected, returning to this place we built together is the most comfortable.”

Quinn, in a white bishop’s robe, sat on a wooden long bench inside the Church of Harvest. He was very deliberately resting his feet on the backrest of the chair in front of him. The sunlight on both sides penetrated the clear floor-to-ceiling windows of the Church of Harvest, dyeing the entire church in a golden-yellow hue that made people feel a spontaneous sense of joy.

At this time, most of the residents of Bikini Beach had not yet finished work. They were either working at the pier or doing business in the town.

Moreover, today was not Monday, which is not the church’s day of worship. So, inside the Church of Harvest, there were only Quinn, who was slacking off, and Snow White, who was reading the Holy Bible of Life with his legs crossed.

It has been more than five years since Quinn and Snow were appointed by the Mother Earth Goddess Church and sent from Feysac to the Loen Kingdom to preach.

The largest city in Loen, the City of Ten Thousand Wonders, Backlund, also has a devout bishop of the Mother Earth Goddess Church spreading the faith. For the sake of maximizing the use of manpower, Quinn brought Snow to root themselves in a small fishing port with few people.

Later, because the church was located here, people came in droves, and this fishing port gradually received more outsiders, indirectly driving economic development, and finally becoming a decent-sized small fishing town, enough to meet the needs of several thousand people.

Quinn, the most “prestigious” person in the small town, proactively sought out the mayor, demanding a new name be given to the town, otherwise, it might attract unwanted things.

The mayor was thoroughly frightened. From then on, the new name of this fishing town was recorded on the map of the Loen Kingdom.

Later, when Snow asked him why he chose the name “Bikini Beach,” Quinn just looked at him, but said nothing.

Apart from the first year, when the two were too busy with settlement and review matters to stop, the following four years were largely filled with such free time.

Not long ago, Quinn was recalled to the main office for a promotion after his contributions met the requirements, becoming a Sequence 5 Druid!

Life at the Church of Harvest was so boring. Although the two of them had been fulfilling their duty of preaching and had not neglected their duties, they always felt a little monotonous and dull.

Quinn, who liked to join in the fun the most, always found it unbearable, as if he were locked in by the peaceful air.

Fortunately, they had their old friend, Old Bob, who could always make them laugh heartily when he came.

Old Bob was the only person with extraordinary power who slept on the street.

He was tall, with a full beard and frequent scars on his face. Although he possessed mystical abilities, he never seemed to consider enjoying a better life for himself.

“Yo, guys.” A tall figure in a tattered military uniform walked into the Church of Harvest. It was none other than Old Bob.

As soon as he entered, Snow pointed at him and laughed, shouting, “Old Bob, you’ve got new scars on your face again! You must have been peeking at the little daughter of the Berge family again!”

The little daughter of the Berge family was named Lilybell Berge, the youngest daughter of the fishing gear merchant Berge. Her beauty was famous in the small town, and every young man in the town wanted her to be his partner, but…

She was not yet sixteen years old.

Old Bob’s breath hitched. He glanced at him and slowly said, “Jesting is forbidden here!”

Snow opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything. He felt a noble, unquestionable power in his throat preventing him from speaking the rest of his words.

Quinn burst out laughing, “Hahahaha.”

Snow’s eyes darted around, and he spoke again, “Jesting? If you weren’t peeking, how would you have these extra injuries on your face?”

Old Bob’s face alternated between green and white, and the veins on his forehead bulged out and slowly wriggled as if they had life. He argued, “Looking cannot be considered peeking… Peeking! Can the matter of a Beyonder be called peeking?” Following that were a series of decrees, such as “Slander is forbidden here,” and “Boring people are forbidden from existing,” which caused everyone to burst into laughter, and the air inside and outside the church was filled with joy (except for Snow, who could not resist the decree and was driven out of the church).

Old Bob knocked on the wooden backrest of the long bench, looked at Quinn, who had already rolled onto the floor laughing, and his flushed face gradually returned to normal. He said, “Quinn, heal my face.”

Saying that, he pulled out a few copper pennies and lined them up on the backrest. “Consider it a favor I owe you.”

Quinn looked at Old Bob’s wounds, raised his hand, aimed it at Old Bob, and lightly clenched his five fingers, saying, “Ouchy-ouchy, fly the hell away…”

Old Bob almost threw up, but after a brief period of mental discomfort, he rolled up his sleeves and was pleasantly surprised to see that the originally hideous wounds had been perfectly healed, vanishing without a trace like raindrops falling into the earth.

He nodded. “The efficiency of this treatment is truly beyond imagination—it would be better if the process weren’t so inauspicious.”

“Hmph, those children fall for this trick!” Quinn lifted his chin and spoke to Old Bob with his nostrils.

“But I’m not a child, am I?” Old Bob spread his hands.

He couldn’t help but want to use the brute force of his “Barbarian” Sequence to poke his finger into Quinn’s mocking nostrils.

“Hey, that just shows how young you are…” Quinn raised an eyebrow at Old Bob.

“Good grief, you really don’t mind the bad luck.”

“Pft—” Just as the two were bickering as usual, Snow outside pushed open the church door. The effect of the decree had been cancelled.

The fair-skinned Snow avoided the areas directly hit by the sunlight, snuck back from the corner of the wall, and quietly sat back in his original spot.

“Dong… Dong…”

The large clock on the top of the church rang twelve times.

But the only two priests of the Church of Harvest were both in the golden-yellow hall.

Quinn looked at the holy emblem hanging in the center of the hall, which was composed of three patterns: wheat, a spring of water, and a baby. He curled up the corner of his mouth and said:

“In some aspects that they are proud of, humans are not much better than plants, such as their grasp of time, and also…”

“Borrowing objects for satire is forbidden here…”

Quinn was forced to shut his mouth, but his eyes firmly conveyed his inner thoughts.

At the same time, outside the golden-yellow Church of Harvest.

A cold-faced man wearing a semi-tall silk top hat walked by normally, muttering silently to himself, “What mission caused disharmony in the flow of fate? ‘Bikini Beach’? Is it a coincidence…”

“Interesting. Is the bishop here… a fellow transmigrator?”

As the man thought of this, he unconsciously clenched his walking stick tightly.