章 270: Failed Witchcraft

At night.

St. Basil's Cathedral.

The colorful castle-like church with several onion-like tops did not allow visitors to walk in.

Anatoly had finished the lesson of today's prayers. He turned round and then saw the Bishop Peter in a white robe.

Anatoly hastened to Bishop Peter, and said respectfully, "Bishop, did you find me for something?"

"Anatoly, come with me," said Bishop Peter softly.

Anatoly, immediately nodded and followed the Bishop without hesitation. He found he was going somewhere forbidden to enter in ordinary.

Moreover, he could feel the divine power becoming more and more intense. Only a clergyman with an incomparably devout faith could feel this power after a special penance.

As for using it, that was more difficult. Anatoly belonged to the most excellent Eastern Orthodoxy members of this generation. After graduating from the monastery, he was assigned to practice in the church.