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www.mpzw.com) Loria silently assembles the doll that originally belonged to Alice, and the female knight Shalia Dos stands upright not far away. Alice had gone to another room early in the morning, where there was an unusual atmosphere brewing, and the only sounds of Catta could be heard as Loria fiddled with the doll's parts.

The parts carried by the priest who died in the first place have long since been recovered, but the doll is still missing a very important part - hands, feet, forearms, upper arms, calves, thighs, and torso, and 13 parts carried by 13 people have been gathered. Loria was irritated by the headless doll in her hand, and she couldn't remember who had taken little Alice's head and where.

I hope Alice doesn't find out, or if she does, she doesn't get angry...... Twelve people, including herself, together would not be her opponents, and it was really not a wise move to make her angry.

Loria picked up a carving knife from the tools scattered on the table, picked up a green apple at random, carved out her facial features, and mounted it on the doll. After seeing this scene, Sharia on the side let out a puff of laughter.

Not long ago, Loria, who had no particular reason, interrupted Sharia, who was reporting to herself, with a wave of her hand impatiently. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and the recent changes in her body worried her - every now and then a tyrannical aura would come over her, making her irritable and irritable.

Obviously he could apologize lightly to Alice's nanny warrior, but lately, when facing the Crusader knights who came with him, he has always been difficult to say a simple word of apology.

She thought of the worst-case scenario: their unconditional obedience had finally spoiled them, and if they continued like this, their way of existence might be completely destroyed, and one day they would become rude, rude, and hated by everyone.

Loria held the Applehead doll and shook it at Sharia, who finally burst out laughing. Sorry, Loria apologized softly. Sharia's laughter changed tone, and I don't know if I heard it.

"Rest assured, I will definitely complete the task. Shariya took the doll and bowed slightly.

"Please, Miss Doss. ”

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"Why should the queen bee care about the feeling of the worker bee?"

After Loria tells Alice about her troubles, the silver-haired girl asks a puzzled question.

"If you don't respect a subordinate, then there is a chance that he or she will hold a grudge. Not knowing how to explain the complex relationship between people to Alice, Loria makes an analogy: "Then one day, you will probably die from a dagger from behind." ”

This analogy may be a bit extreme, and perhaps the most severe consequence is that the subordinate will be passive or simply run away. Loria touched Alice's head and said, "But you can never guess what a terrible monster will lurk in the deepest part of people's hearts." ”

Alice, who was crawling on top of Loria, looked a little unconvinced, she pouted and continued to rummage in the pocket of Loria's skirt, and soon found a candy, stuffed it into her mouth with the candy wrapper, and said vaguely: "Aren't you friends, friends don't care about this little thing." ”

Just as Loria wants to continue her education in Alice's philosophy of 'friends can be betrayed', the silver-haired girl spits out candy wrappers and says, "It's like I don't care if you break my doll." ”

"......" Loria fell silent, and she suddenly decided to support Alice's argument.

"I've found a better one. Alice giggled and hugged Loria.

Alice's psyche seemed to grow smaller with her appearance, and became as active as her appearance and age, and it was hard for Loria to imagine that the cold and silent girl she used to be coquettish on top of her and beg for food.

After Alice is attracted by Ahri and chases him into the forest, Loria decides to go out and see how the Crusaders' work is going.

Loria brought a short musket and a cute little parasol of her own making—it was so easy to master the craft of engineering and tailoring at the same time, and she had even planned to use a machine gun as the handle of her umbrella and imagine the joy of firing with a parasol. But this idea was eventually abandoned because of the limited materials and the difficulty of making it delicate for a while, and after a little trade-off between the dispensable cute function and the aesthetics, she chose the latter.

Loria spread her parasol at the door and walked casually around the small village.

The first thing she saw was two knights banging at the trees in the distant woods, presumably looking for good building materials. She stood and watched for a moment, not noticing that her two knights were fading into the woods.

She continued on her way and met Riotus on the other side of the creek that skirted the hamlet, a knight with extensive experience in barn building, who had been appointed to select and design the site for the chapel.

"Have the villagers agreed to build a church?" asked Loria, pausing in her tracks.

"Oh, oh, yes, Miss. Lying on the ground studying something, Riotus replied, "We first got a wounded rabbit from the hunter and healed it with the light. ”

Whether it was healing or a flash of holy light, it was very effective against external injuries, and with the fact that these skills all had light and shadow effects full of sacredness, Loria could already imagine that they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

"Unfortunately, the rabbit was so badly wounded that it died. ”

“……”

"But it just so happened that after the hillbillies confirmed that the rabbit was completely ghostly, our three priests performed a resurrection spell together. ”

Most people, out of inertia, are faced with unsolvable problems and responsibilities imposed by life, and always desire to rely on a great and powerful force, saving them the trouble to think.

These inhabitants were certainly not the wise men who had gathered in seclusion, and as ordinary peasants close to the medieval world, the moment they saw the rabbit resurrected, they almost immediately asked how much possessions they had to sacrifice or how many children of individual families they had to sacrifice in order to be blessed by the great light.

The "loving and merciful" Scarlet Crusaders certainly didn't need much tribute - at least not yet.

The priests began to teach the villagers about the herbs and healing that worked, and gathered them to teach a few words that were commonly used in prayer, preaching the teachings of the Church of the Light and the stories of the great paladins and priests in the crowds—just as generations of priests had done before the spirits destroyed their homes.

The Paladins began to help the poorest of the poor in the village. Help them repair roofs that haven't collapsed, maintain tools that haven't broken down, and roam the village and go deep into the forest to get rid of the beasts that haven't killed them all—just as generations of paladins did before the undead destroyed their homes.

In the eyes of these villagers, this group of foreign turtle knights turned gorgeously into saints walking in the world.

"Praise the Light!"

When an old man saw Loria pass by, he bent down deeply, and repeated in his most pious voice a new word that he had learned from the priest not long ago.

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