I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan's face immediately reddened with embarrassment. Bloody h*ll, I should've noticed that he was a Chanaean too!

At the side, Lailah held her forehead and sighed. While Jonathan's an intelligent man sometimes, he's also a big, dumb idiot at other times.

As the two of them entered the vehicle, the driver welcomed them fairly enthusiastically. The driver was a thirty-odd-year-old man. While starting the engine, he asked, “You're here for vacation, right? Let me tell you two something. There are a few places here that you must visit. You'll regret it if you don't.” The man spoke in a Dellmoor accent.

After pausing for a moment, he continued, “You two should make a wish at the Crying Wall. Your wish will come true, you know. Since you two look like an unmarried couple, you two should go there and make a wish. The Church of the Holy Sepulchre, the Sacred Temple mountain, the Serenity Monastery, the Bitter Road, the municipal government, and the bookstores are all our specialties here!” He rattled on and on before turning to Jonathan. “Oh yeah, are you two married yet? You two don't look like you're married.”

From the rear-view mirror, Jonathan was able to see the driver looking pretty excited.

Thus, he mercilessly shattered that excitement. “You're wrong. We're already married. Look, we even have our wedding rings.”

He then showed the driver the wedding ring that he got when he married Catherine.

Red colored Lailah's cheeks as she sat at the side. Though embarrassed, she didn't say anything.

The driver laughed, thinking that Jonathan wasn't a good conversationalist.

“Where are you two going?” the former asked immediately.

Rubbing his nose, Jonathan answered, “I don't wanna go to the tourist spots that you mentioned!”

“Then where do you want to go?” the driver asked in confusion. “Aren't you two here on a trip?”

“I want to gamble. Is there a bigger, more exciting, and more proper casino?”

“Do you have a loose screw in your head, mister? If you want to gamble, you should go to Livingsfill or Mysonna. Why come to Yeringham to gamble?”

Jonathan grumbled, “Is there or is there not a casino like that here?”

Suddenly, the driver parked the car at the side of the road, turned his head back, and uttered in a serious tone, “Buddy, I think there's a problem with your way of thinking.”

“I don't have any problems!”

Outraged, the driver lectured, “How can you say that? Look at your wife. She's beautiful! Don't you know how lucky you are? You're in Yeringham, so you should bring your wife on a tour around the city and make a wish at the Crying Wall! Gambling is a deadly, insidious activity. It's all artificially manipulated behind the scenes. Do you think you can win against machines?”

Lailah really wanted to laugh, but she thought she would ruin the atmosphere if she did, so she covered her mouth, desperately not wanting to let that happen.

“Look, you're making your wife cry!” the driver said swiftly.

Her body was shaking from her attempt to stifle her laughter, making her look like she was crying.

Like h*ll she's crying! Jonathan cursed in his heart. With gritted teeth, he asked again, “Is there or is there not a casino like that?”

The driver went silent for a while before speaking in a lamenting voice. “Why are you so stubborn, mister?”

That made Jonathan want to cry. Godd*mn it, I'm just asking you if there's a casino like that here. Why did I have to come across a conscientious driver like him?

In the end, he relented. “Fine, let's just go to the Crying Wall.”

Only then did a bright smile appear on the driver's face. “That's more like it!”

An hour later, they arrived at the Crying Wall.

Before Jonathan and Lailah left, the driver even waved at her. “No need to thank me, miss!”

Despite the fact that she was a serious person, she couldn't help but snort and wave goodbye at the driver.

The sun was hanging high above the sky as it was already ten in the morning.

Jonathan and Lailah turned back and saw the old mighty castle wall in the distance. It was a wall covered in scars of history.

Countless people of different skin colors were kneeling in front of the ancient wall and praying with little hats on their heads.

Among those people were Yartranians and tourists who simply wanted to make a wish.

Tourists who visited the spot would follow the local customs.

While the wall looked ordinary, it was the world's famous Crying Wall.

Why was it called the Crying Wall?

There were many secrets and history hidden in the answer.

The Crying Wall was what was left of a Yartranian Sacred Temple that was rebuilt and destroyed twice. It was the spiritual home of the Yartranian people that had been displaced for two millennia. It was also the most sacred place in the hearts of Yartranians. The Yartranians believed that God was located above the wall, which was why Yartranians who visited the place had to wear a small hat. It was because they believed allowing their heads to face God directly was a sign of disrespect.

It was part of people's lives to pray at the Crying Wall, which was what was left of the famous Second Sacred Temple of Yartranians, located in an ancient city with three thousand years of history. Among those who prayed, there was a female soldier carrying a gun on her back and a Holy Book in her hand. There was also an old Yartranian man with a beard that was over thirty centimeters long praying devoutly.

The men who visited the wall had to wear a traditional hat. If they didn't have a hat with them, there were paper hats they could take at the entrance. There were many worshippers wandering near the wall, touching the wall, reciting their religious text, or writing down a note of prayer before they shoved it into the gaps in the wall. After enduring all sorts of weather and numerous touches of pilgrims over the course of millennia, the stones of the Crying Wall glimmered faintly as though it was tearing up.

No matter who came to visit, they would be affected by the religious devotion of the worshippers there.

Jonathan muttered, “After the First Sacred Temple was destroyed, Yartranians rebuilt it. Hence, they called it Second Sacred Temple. However, even that was destroyed, and all that was left was this wall. The mission hint mentioned the Third Sacred Temple, but there is no Third Sacred Temple in history.”

Glancing at the wall, Lailah commented, “It's not that strange. If people had heard of it, then King Sergiu's treasures wouldn't have eluded so many people across millennia.”

Rubbing his nose, he said, “So, we need to find something that people haven't found over the course of thousands of years in a month. Just saying that makes us look insane. Gabriel and Lucio are mad, too. They should've considered that there's no way they can escape the punishment of failing the mission even if they take us out.”

“Let's go. There's no reason for us to stay here.”

“How about we make a wish? Since we're already here, we may as well join the fun.”

Lailah shot a glance at Jonathan. “What kind of wish do you want to make? Are you going to wish that Gabriel would explode and die?”

Teasingly, he said, “I want to wish that you can find a boyfriend soon.”

In the beginning, he respected and feared Lailah. However, after spending lots of time with her, he became a lot bolder, so much so that he had the guts to make fun of her.

Lailah was slightly stunned before she uttered coldly, “Whether I find a boyfriend has nothing to do with you.”

A chuckle escaped Jonathan's mouth. “I'm just wondering what kind of man can be a match for you, Lailah. That image is so beautiful that I kind of don't want to imagine it.”

She wasn't someone who could joke around with him, so she said faintly, “Let's focus on the task at hand.”

Thus, he stopped joking around and turned to eye at the Crying Wall.

The Crying Wall hadn't been the Crying Wall it used to be for a long time. At the moment, it was a tourist spot.

Jonathan had been paying a lot of attention to King Sergiu, so he knew quite a lot about the wall.

He knew of the persecution and humiliation of Yartranians throughout the course of history. Their country was destroyed, their homes were razed to the ground, and they were forced to leave.

However, Yartranians did not assimilate into other cultures and managed to stay independent.

It must've looked like a miracle back then.

In the Yartranians' most vulnerable and loneliest moments, the Crying Wall was their spiritual support.

As Jonathan stared at the wall absentmindedly, an image surfaced in his mind. Nationality and beliefs! Maybe the Third Sacred Temple has something to do with this wall. Once I have the time, I must look into potential connections between the two. Right now, we need to deal with Gabriel first.