Maf opened the car door and greeted the male priest in white robe.
Hello, is Mr. Abel Davis here?The male priest walked two meters in front of Martha and stood still and asked.
Abel Davis?
Martha blinked: Not here.
Is that right? If you don’t mind, can you ask me to come in and wait for him to come back?I really have something important to look for him.The male priest smiled and bowed a little to ask for the girl in front of him.
Martha looked him from head to toe with her hands behind her back, shook her head: Well, I'm afraid it won't work.
Why?The male priest couldn't help but look surprised.
He is dead.
Martha raised her hand and pointed to the west: I have been dead for three years, and the tombstone is on that mountain. If you want to find him, you can go there.
……
Unexpectedly, what the girl said was not here, and the male priest choked for a while before he could barely reorganize his language: Take the liberty to ask...What is your relationship with him?
The girl bulged her cheeks: My name is Martha Davis, and he is my biological father.
What's the big deal early in the morning?A slightly angry female voice came from the room. Is there any time to chat here, have you cooked breakfast?
Martha turned around and saw her mother's hair scattered, obviously looking like she had just woken up.
She made a mistake and moved to the door: There were guests.
Who is it... My mother glanced casually outside the door, her eyes fell on the flag, and suddenly stopped, like a chicken that was strangled, unable to say the complete words: Spring, Spring...
Believing in gods is the tradition of the empire. There are many gods worshipped by the people, and different sects of all sizes are everywhere.
Although the scale of the Cloris sect of the God of Spring is not as large as that of other major sects, its popularity is even heard of even ordinary farmers in small rural towns.
Nothing else, mainly because the benefits are too good. As long as you maintain a high loyalty to the god Cloris, not only provide luxury food and accommodation, but also subsidies for twenty silver coins per month, which is enough for an average family's annual expenses.
More importantly, the God of Spring treats his believers very kindly and often brings down various gods and brings blessings to the sects.
Therefore, even though the conditions for selecting believers in Spring God are very strict, many people still seize various opportunities to try to join the church, such as Martha's mother.
Martha leaned against the door frame, watched her mother tidy up her face, and excitedly rushed up and held the male priest's hand: It turned out to be an adult from Cloris. You are here, and you are in a farewell welcome.
Martha's mother used too much hands, which made the male priest's facial expression crack, but it still maintained her demeanor well: He was so serious, Madam, we came to find Mr. Abel Davis. I felt sorry for hearing the news that he had passed away, and we would not disturb him much.
Alas, sir, wait!Seeing the male priest turning around and leaving, Martha's mother grabbed him: You want to come to find that person to do carpentry work!
She turned to the door and pulled Martha over and pushed it to the priest, and smiled earnestly: Our girl started learning the skills of this wood from him at the age of five. She learned eight or nine points no matter what you want him to do, Martha will definitely be able to do it.
Martha was dragged to the sun suddenly, narrowing her eyes with some discomfort, but saw the male priest looking at her... behind her.
?She looked back and saw nothing but the open door.
That's trouble.
Workshop.
Martha took the box handed over by the male priest, which was an old wooden necklace strung with a lifelike statue of the God of Spring.
This necklace was made by Mr. Davis a long time ago. You see, the chain body has a lot of wear and gaps, and the statue is a little faded. Considering that this is an important prayer instrument for us, we cannot lose it, so we want the original craftsmen to repair it.
Martha turned the necklace in the box over: It's not difficult, it only takes two days to complete.
Seeing Martha's foundation like this, the male priest hesitated and said: Miss Martha, don't you need to take a closer look?
The notes left by my father contain this pattern, which I have carved and played with.
... The male priest smiled: Then I'll feel relieved.
He spontaneously sat next to Martha's workbench: Forgot to introduce himself, I am Hayden, the great priest under Lord Cloris.
Martha piled the materials and tools on the table and replied casually: Yes.
As if he didn't see Martha's perfunctory, Hayden continued to talk: Mr. Abel is a rare unbeliever, is Miss Martha too?
Once was.
Martha subconsciously glanced at the direction of the temple: But recently she found...my faith.
oh?Which god is it?
Martha finally divided her attention to the conversation: I don’t know the priesthood of the adults, his name is ‘Lair’.
Lyle…?Hayden thoughtfully and touched his chin: But I remember that there is no such name in the divine spectrum.If it is a newly born god, his magic power must be limited and he cannot satisfy the wishes of believers.
Adults are a very powerful god!Martha put down her tools and refuted: I was suffering from a very serious illness, and it was Lord Lair who gave me holy water that I could recover.
Hayden looked furious: IMHO, you have been deceived, Miss Martha.
The 'Lair' you believe in did not save you, you are about to die.
Martha looked at him firmly: Please don’t say such things, this is disrespect for me and the adults.
Hayden showed a look of regret, and looked at her like an ignorant girl who was sold and counted money for others: Come with me!
In the sun, Hayden pointed at her shadow: Miss Martha, please see, how is your shadow different from mine?
Upon hearing this, Martha lowered her head.
At first glance, the side-by-side shadows seem to be no different, but if you look closely, you will find that there are some weird places. Her shadows are lighter in the light.
What do you want to tell me?
Why does the shadow become shallow?Because what the sun shines on is not the entity, but the nothingness.Your soul is leaving the shell.Miss Martha, what you think of recovery is probably because the soul can no longer feel the physical pain.
Hayden frowned tightly: When the soul and the body are completely disconnected, you will die.
Then, Martha looked at him meaningfully: What do you think I should do?
It’s very simple, believe in the God of Spring!Hayden held her shoulder with one hand: Lord Cloris's ability is to revive, he will definitely save you.
As long as you wash away the previous divine mark, it may hurt a little... but you can enter the Temple of Cloris for healing immediately!
Master Hayden, what you said is just to win me over into the church, right?
Martha gently pushed away the hand on her shoulder and looked at him coldly: Lord Lyle is not what you said.
Why
Hayden wanted to say something, Martha had already closed the door of the workshop with a bang.
night.
A petite figure pushed open the door, sneaked out, running in a certain direction with a clear goal.
After her, the door of a farmhouse quietly opened and one person followed him. It was Hayden.
He was wearing the extremely recognizable pure white priest uniform, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and had no choice but to hang behind the girl from a distance.
He stared at the blurry figure ahead and muttered: I want to see what kind of god "Lair" is, which is not even recorded in the divine spectrum.
Hello, is Mr. Abel Davis here?The male priest walked two meters in front of Martha and stood still and asked.
Abel Davis?
Martha blinked: Not here.
Is that right? If you don’t mind, can you ask me to come in and wait for him to come back?I really have something important to look for him.The male priest smiled and bowed a little to ask for the girl in front of him.
Martha looked him from head to toe with her hands behind her back, shook her head: Well, I'm afraid it won't work.
Why?The male priest couldn't help but look surprised.
He is dead.
Martha raised her hand and pointed to the west: I have been dead for three years, and the tombstone is on that mountain. If you want to find him, you can go there.
……
Unexpectedly, what the girl said was not here, and the male priest choked for a while before he could barely reorganize his language: Take the liberty to ask...What is your relationship with him?
The girl bulged her cheeks: My name is Martha Davis, and he is my biological father.
What's the big deal early in the morning?A slightly angry female voice came from the room. Is there any time to chat here, have you cooked breakfast?
Martha turned around and saw her mother's hair scattered, obviously looking like she had just woken up.
She made a mistake and moved to the door: There were guests.
Who is it... My mother glanced casually outside the door, her eyes fell on the flag, and suddenly stopped, like a chicken that was strangled, unable to say the complete words: Spring, Spring...
Believing in gods is the tradition of the empire. There are many gods worshipped by the people, and different sects of all sizes are everywhere.
Although the scale of the Cloris sect of the God of Spring is not as large as that of other major sects, its popularity is even heard of even ordinary farmers in small rural towns.
Nothing else, mainly because the benefits are too good. As long as you maintain a high loyalty to the god Cloris, not only provide luxury food and accommodation, but also subsidies for twenty silver coins per month, which is enough for an average family's annual expenses.
More importantly, the God of Spring treats his believers very kindly and often brings down various gods and brings blessings to the sects.
Therefore, even though the conditions for selecting believers in Spring God are very strict, many people still seize various opportunities to try to join the church, such as Martha's mother.
Martha leaned against the door frame, watched her mother tidy up her face, and excitedly rushed up and held the male priest's hand: It turned out to be an adult from Cloris. You are here, and you are in a farewell welcome.
Martha's mother used too much hands, which made the male priest's facial expression crack, but it still maintained her demeanor well: He was so serious, Madam, we came to find Mr. Abel Davis. I felt sorry for hearing the news that he had passed away, and we would not disturb him much.
Alas, sir, wait!Seeing the male priest turning around and leaving, Martha's mother grabbed him: You want to come to find that person to do carpentry work!
She turned to the door and pulled Martha over and pushed it to the priest, and smiled earnestly: Our girl started learning the skills of this wood from him at the age of five. She learned eight or nine points no matter what you want him to do, Martha will definitely be able to do it.
Martha was dragged to the sun suddenly, narrowing her eyes with some discomfort, but saw the male priest looking at her... behind her.
?She looked back and saw nothing but the open door.
That's trouble.
Workshop.
Martha took the box handed over by the male priest, which was an old wooden necklace strung with a lifelike statue of the God of Spring.
This necklace was made by Mr. Davis a long time ago. You see, the chain body has a lot of wear and gaps, and the statue is a little faded. Considering that this is an important prayer instrument for us, we cannot lose it, so we want the original craftsmen to repair it.
Martha turned the necklace in the box over: It's not difficult, it only takes two days to complete.
Seeing Martha's foundation like this, the male priest hesitated and said: Miss Martha, don't you need to take a closer look?
The notes left by my father contain this pattern, which I have carved and played with.
... The male priest smiled: Then I'll feel relieved.
He spontaneously sat next to Martha's workbench: Forgot to introduce himself, I am Hayden, the great priest under Lord Cloris.
Martha piled the materials and tools on the table and replied casually: Yes.
As if he didn't see Martha's perfunctory, Hayden continued to talk: Mr. Abel is a rare unbeliever, is Miss Martha too?
Once was.
Martha subconsciously glanced at the direction of the temple: But recently she found...my faith.
oh?Which god is it?
Martha finally divided her attention to the conversation: I don’t know the priesthood of the adults, his name is ‘Lair’.
Lyle…?Hayden thoughtfully and touched his chin: But I remember that there is no such name in the divine spectrum.If it is a newly born god, his magic power must be limited and he cannot satisfy the wishes of believers.
Adults are a very powerful god!Martha put down her tools and refuted: I was suffering from a very serious illness, and it was Lord Lair who gave me holy water that I could recover.
Hayden looked furious: IMHO, you have been deceived, Miss Martha.
The 'Lair' you believe in did not save you, you are about to die.
Martha looked at him firmly: Please don’t say such things, this is disrespect for me and the adults.
Hayden showed a look of regret, and looked at her like an ignorant girl who was sold and counted money for others: Come with me!
In the sun, Hayden pointed at her shadow: Miss Martha, please see, how is your shadow different from mine?
Upon hearing this, Martha lowered her head.
At first glance, the side-by-side shadows seem to be no different, but if you look closely, you will find that there are some weird places. Her shadows are lighter in the light.
What do you want to tell me?
Why does the shadow become shallow?Because what the sun shines on is not the entity, but the nothingness.Your soul is leaving the shell.Miss Martha, what you think of recovery is probably because the soul can no longer feel the physical pain.
Hayden frowned tightly: When the soul and the body are completely disconnected, you will die.
Then, Martha looked at him meaningfully: What do you think I should do?
It’s very simple, believe in the God of Spring!Hayden held her shoulder with one hand: Lord Cloris's ability is to revive, he will definitely save you.
As long as you wash away the previous divine mark, it may hurt a little... but you can enter the Temple of Cloris for healing immediately!
Master Hayden, what you said is just to win me over into the church, right?
Martha gently pushed away the hand on her shoulder and looked at him coldly: Lord Lyle is not what you said.
Why
Hayden wanted to say something, Martha had already closed the door of the workshop with a bang.
night.
A petite figure pushed open the door, sneaked out, running in a certain direction with a clear goal.
After her, the door of a farmhouse quietly opened and one person followed him. It was Hayden.
He was wearing the extremely recognizable pure white priest uniform, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and had no choice but to hang behind the girl from a distance.
He stared at the blurry figure ahead and muttered: I want to see what kind of god "Lair" is, which is not even recorded in the divine spectrum.
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