强者继续他的精神审视。还有镇上的小圣人。 。 。默默无闻,难道你没有看到吗,远离帮助,远离主流,孤独地置身于连绵起伏的农田之中。 。 。未知。这是开始这个过程的完美场所。他那张野兽般的脸变得紧绷而痛苦。直到他们开始祈祷。直到他们不再那么舒服,开始在神面前哭泣!直到他们开始收回力量。 。 。强者闭上了嘴唇。十字架?助手自告奋勇。
(The Strongman continued his mental review. And the petty little saints in the town were . . . obscure, don't you see, far from help, far from the mainstream, alone amid the rolling farmlands . . . unknown. It was a perfect place to begin the process. His beastly face grew tight and bitter. Until they started praying. Until they ceased being so comfortable and started weeping before God! Until they began to reclaim the power of the . . . The Strongman sealed his lips. The Cross? the aide volunteered.)