Chapter 2099 Kusch Monastery


    Even though the path on the way up was steep and challenging to traverse, they soon conquered


    the mountain. The father-and-son duo was amazed by the spectacr sight when they reached the


    top.


    A resplendent and majestic monastery upied almost the entire area atop the mountain.


    They were so near the clouds that they could extend and touch them while the refreshing air helped


    to clear their mind.


    “Dad, is this Kusch Monastery you talked about?” Sherman asked astonishingly, his eyes glued to


    the building.


    / thought monasteries were small and run-down. This is certainly not what I expect!


    Pascal nodded. “Yeap. That''s Kusch Monastery standing before you, and my senior, Yosef, is the


    abbot here. Please call him Mr. Jenkins when you see himter.”


    Pascal and Sherman arrived before Kusch Monastery as they chatted. With thousands of disciples


    present, loud voices resonated across the halls of Kusch Monastery.


    Sherman was noticeably surprised to realize that many of the disciples were average citizens. He


    couldn''t believe it. “Dad, it took us great effort to climb the steep hill even though we''re martial


    artists. How did these people do it?"


    "What you see is the power of belief. We are iparable to these citizens when ites to their


    faith. They dedicated their whole life to God, wanting him to protect them...” Pascal sighed,


    watching the disciples’ movements


    Sherman sneered. “We are in control of our life. If they really thought these entities could help them


    out, then they are more innocent than I thought.”


    To Sherman, nothing was more dependable than having true, powerful strength.


    However, the moment Sherman finished speaking, suffocation overwhelmed him. His eyes widened


    as his face twitched violently from theck of air.


    “Scoundrel, that is sphemy in Kusch Monastery. This action is intolerable!” A deep voice slowly


    drifted into Sherman''s ears.


    The sudden situation terrified Sherman. He plopped to the ground in a kneeling position


    immediately.


    Meanwhile, Pascal realized what had happened instantly when he spotted Sherman''s peculiar


    reaction. He used internal energy to transmit a message. “Yosef, it''s me. Pascal Schneider from


    Crafting n. I''m here for a quick visitation. Please forgive my son''s ignorance.”


    The pressure on Sherman vanished, and he could breathe easier after Pascal rified the intention


    of his visit.


    Soon, an older-looking priest in his seventies or eighties strolled out of Kusch Monastery. His brows


    were white, and patches adorned his robe. Yet, there was whistling wind around him when he


    walked


    It was none other than Yosef Jenkins of Kusch Monastery.


    "Yosef..." Pascal dashed forward, tears rolling down his face when he saw the man.


    Sherman stepped forward quickly in response, greeting, “Mr. Jenkins.”


    Yosef swept his eyes over them. A frown appeared on his face before he invited, “Follow me into the


    building.”


    Pascal and Sherman trailed behind Yosef, walking through the hallways before arriving at the back


    hall.


    “Leave us now..." Yosef waved his hand, chasing the other priests out of the hall. Then, he asked,


    “Pascal, you were the head of Crafting n. What happened to you?”


    Disheartened by Yosef''s question, Pascal sobbed again. “Yosef, you must exact revenge on behalf of


    me!”


    With that, he kneeled before thetter.


    Sherman immediately followed suit and knelt on the ground.


    “Pascal, even though you and I went separate ways after finishing our apprenticeship and had not


    contacted each other for a long time, I would never leave you behind when trouble arises.”Content ? copyrighted by N?velDrama.Org.


    Yosef continued while helping Pascal up. “So now, tell me what went wrong.”


    “My Crafting n is gone, Yosef. Someone destroyed it!” Pascal stated sadly.