— I'm his friend, but the reason I came here is private.
— Oh, I understand. I’m sorry.
— It was nothing. Thanks for the info. Goodbye.
— Goodbye.
After that, the Son of God leave the property, back to walk on the streets and follow the guidelines of Pâmela. In five minutes he reaches the destination, a low hovel, made mud and straw full of cracks in its four meters wide with six of long and two of high. In a few steps, leans against the door and right on that time his heart speeds up. What awaited him? His intuition would confirm or would he faces a new frustration? Were they at home? These and other questions came fast through his mind and would only be resolved at the time he take courage and knocked the door. And that's exactly what our solemn personage does firmly. Hit one, two, three times. In his latest attempt, he hears someone was dragging flip flops. Someone approached.
A moment later, the door opens and from inside emerges a white old man, about sixty years or so, medium height, muscular body, but normal, white hair without dyeing, beautiful features, but wrinkled by the time, wore wide shorts, sandals beach type and mesh shirt. When faced with the son of God casts a mysterious look and asks:
— Who are you? What are you looking?
My name is Aldivan Teixeira Tôrres and I’m looking for a young man named Emanuel. Does he live here?
— Aldivan? Oh yes. Emanuel is my son and he mentioned you in a conversation. Sorry for that. Get inside. The house is simple but is always open to my son’s friends.
— Thank you. Excuse-me.
Aldivan enters into the hovel accompanied by the host. Inside, the shack was about to a single corridor where there were scattered a bookcase with TV, radio and some images of saints at the beginning on the right side, an old armchair with five seats on the left side; in the center, a simple table with three stools arranged around. On the right, at the end, two pole beds with grass mattress, and on the left side, a stove powered by coal which were several pots.
The host offers to the visitor a stool and he gladly accept it. As he still was full of doubts, Aldivan starts the conversation again.
— What is your name, Sir?
— I’m Messias Escapuleto. My family have Italian origin.
— Oh! That cool. What about Emanuel? Where is him?
— He’s working, but won’t take too much to arrive. Look, can you excuse me? I have a pot on the fire and have to take care or the food will get burned.
— Sure, feel free.
Messias departs for a moment. It is enough for the son of God give a better peek around. What was still the reality of many Brazilians living in extreme poverty and this increases his admiration for those personagess. The fact of being poor did not mean he did not make efforts to have a better life, by what he knew about them.
A moment later, Messias returns from what would be the kitchen in order to make company to visitors after finish preparing the lunch. He sits on a stool beside him and gently takes over the conversation.
— I just forgot. Where are you from?
— I'm Natural from Arcoverde/PE and you?
— As I told you, my family comes from Italy, Sicily region. After a recession in the country my grandfather and my grandmother migrated to here looking for better life conditions. Initially they lived in the Southeast, interior of São Paulo state. They thrived with the cultivation of coffee, but after serious disagreements there, they had to flee and the chosen destination was the Northeast. I inherited this shack from them.
— Damn! What a story! You should be proud.
— Yes. I am proud to be honest, upright and dedicated. The rest does not matter.
— I agree. We are alike.
The eyes from Messias shine because something strange was happening: a strange chemistry between the two despite not knowing each other. Before they returned to talk to, someone knocks at the door, he asks for excuses and go answer the door. When opening the door, faced with his son and together they get into the hut.
Realizing the presence of Aldivan, Emanuel go immediately greet him with a big hug. The Seer returns the affection. And Messias intervenes:
— Let's have the lunch, the food is getting cold.
Aldivan and Emanuel agrees. They were really hungry and couldn’t wait. Given the convening from the head of the house, takes a stools and place them on the edge of the table. Meanwhile, Messias go get the food that was on the stove.
Within seconds, he returns and begins to serve them. The menu was beans with flour, rice and fried eggs and nobody complained. The worse was getting hungry. At the end, he also serves himself, sit at the table and together the three begin to eat. The atmosphere was conducive to trialogue and this is what happens moments later.
— What are you thinking about our beloved village? (Emanuel)
— Very nice. I like the fresh country air and tranquility. (The son of God)
— How nice. I asked you to come here because our proposal: Writing a new exciting series. (Emanuel)
— Yes. What's your idea? (The son of God)
— Your presence is important. I want you to help me to convince my father to prove himself. (Emanuel)
— How that? What do you hide Mr. Messias? (The son of God became interested)
— This is Emanuel’s Foolishness. Do not mind. (He tried to dodge)
— Foolishness? And what are those lights sprinkle on your body at night? And the fact that I never met my mother or even why you never advance in age? (Emanuel replied)
— How that? (asked the Seer amazed)
— That's what I said. Since I was child I knew him the same way he is today. You can talk, Dad. He is the son of God, worthy of trust. (Asked Emanuel)
Messias blushes. In his long life, someone never had placed him against the wall like that. Was he in his time? Before he could think in the answer, investigates the visitor aura using his secret power and gets amazing about what he finds. There, in front of him, was the purest being of the universe without any visible blemish. Would it be the master of light promised by Yahweh? There was only one way to find out: Put him to a test and verify the authenticity of his character.
— All right. You won. Yes, I am different and I think I have a mission with you. But I want a prove that you are the son of God indeed. (Sentenced him)
— What should I do? (The Seer)
— You will be with us for seven days in a training with me. You and my son. If approved, you will have the necessary to start your series. (Messias)
— It's ok. (The son of God)
— A Fair exchange. (Observed Emanuel)
— Now, let’s care about the food. (Messias)
The lunch continues in peace. At the end, the Son of God calls to his boss and to your home warning that will be out from his duties for seven days. After, keep his suitcase and go take a quickly rest in a makeshift mattress. The die was cast.
Two hours later, the Seer is awake by his two new friends. Still a little stunned, rises and then the conversation restarts.
— Are you ready, Son of God? (Messias)
— I think so. What we have for today? (The son of God)
— Our Challenge is to test your capabilities in seven pillars: love, mercy, justice, charity, tolerance, patience and faith. I have a guess and I want to take the test. (replied Messias)
— I Got it. I'm ready - he said.
— Dad, don’t tell me you're thinking in ...? what if he