"Rumble-"
Though it carried no load, the steel behemoth capable of bearing thirty tons of its own weight still let out a tremendous, muffled roar when its engine was reignited.
Amid the billowing clouds of thick black smoke, Priest Dawnh nodded slightly to Roland through the side mirror by the window, then drove the tow truck away without the slightest hesitation.
Though nothing unusual showed on his face, and his superb driving kept the vehicle moving nimbly and steadily, the flowers and grass along the roadside, bowing beneath the wind pressure stirred up by its physical momentum, still conveyed something of the driver's eagerness to leave.
After watching the vehicle disappear around a bend, Roland shook his head in amusement.
From the plea of "Lord, if you are willing" to the classic response of "I am willing," had it been those believers he had met before coming here, it would hardly have been strange for them to kneel in excitement and kiss his toes.
After all, though this hardly counted as an explicit declaration, even someone who had never read the Cross Church's scriptures would involuntarily associate it with the identity of the Son of God.
Still, perhaps it was precisely because Priest Dawnh was only an ordinary believer that he understood this all the more.
He did possess the kindness to make a sacrifice, but he also knew that this was potential that could only erupt at particular moments.
But the courage and resolve needed to become a disciple were truly rather too much to ask of Priest Dawnh.
A vague hint like this was one thing, but if Roland suddenly said, "My children, I have returned," things really would get out of hand.
"What am I, some kind of rules-based horror story?"
Roland could not help quipping.
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