While the farmer was very worried, a polite old man dismounted from the carriage, and went to the farmhouse with the service of his servants, who was trembling and did not know what to do.

"Hello, I'm a priest from the Holy City, and I don't know if I can be a guest at your home for one night." The old man smiled and said to the farmer, his smile like a spring breeze that warmed his heart.

"Oh, a priest from the Holy City?" When the farmer heard that the other party was actually a priest from the Holy City, he was shocked, and hurriedly opened the door of the wooden fence, and respectfully invited the other party to enter.

"Thank you for your generosity, and may the Lord God bless you and your family." The priest stretched out his hand, folded his index finger on his middle finger, and blessed the serf, and the farmer quickly took off his felt hat and knelt on the ground to receive the priest's blessing.

A priest, and a priest from the Holy City, made the serfs feel prosperous, and it was believed that the blessings of the religious people from the Holy City were the most effective, because the Holy City was not the closest place to God.

"The hospitality is very simple, and I hope you don't mind." The farmer looked at the food on the table in the room and said with some embarrassment.

On the wooden table was a jar of freshly squeezed milk, a small pot of hard-boiled eggs, and onions and wild fruits, which were supposed to be three days' food for his entire family, but were all taken out by the farmer to entertain his honored guests.

"Ahem, Eugene, be sure to entertain Father Priest." In one corner of the room, on a simple wooden bed, lay a thin peasant woman, who barely raised her arm and said to her husband.

"Is your wife sick?" The old man from the Holy City looked at the coughing peasant woman and asked sympathetically.

"Yes, she coughed endlessly, but there was nothing she could do." The farmer said worriedly.

"Understood." The old man walked to the plank bed, and he looked at the peasant woman lying on a pile of hay, took out his book and muttered a prayer, and the sacred prayer sounded in the peasant's humble room.

"Brother, what is he doing?" The peasant girl on the side asked curiously.

"Shhhh The farmer's eldest son took hold of his sister, and he made her quiet, looking at the old man with longing eyes.

"May the blessing of the Lord God cast out sickness and free you from torment." The old man used a prayer gesture to draw a sacred symbol above the peasant woman's body, I don't know if the old man's prayer worked, the peasant woman's face looked much better.

"Oh, thank you, noble priest, for not knowing what I should call you." The farmer said excitedly.

"My name is Roderick, and everyone calls me Roderick the Silver Haired." The old man said with a smile.

"Auntie, uncle, are you at home?" Just as a few people were sitting at the humble wooden table, ready to eat, a woman's voice sounded from outside the door.

"Oh, it's Cousin Yolanda." The peasant girl ran out excitedly to greet her, and Yolanda walked in with a basket, she was stunned when she saw the people in the house, probably she didn't expect to see so many people here!

"Yolanda, you're here." The farmer stood up, and he nodded at Yolanda.

"Yes, I'm here to give this to my aunt." Wearing a turban, red hair under the turban, a little freckles on her face, and two rabbit teeth under her lips, Yolanda handed the basket in her hand to the farmer.

"What is this?" Just as the farmer subconsciously took the basket, Roderick reached out and took the basket first.

"Oh, noble priest, this is a relative of my family, and she often goes to the forest to pick herbs for her poor aunt." The farmer explained to Roderick.

"Herbs." Roderick opened the linen on the basket, and sure enough, he saw some flowers and plants, and he quietly handed the basket to the farmer.

"Yes, my aunt always coughs, and these mints can relieve her cough." Yolanda blinked, and she rubbed her hands nervously in front of the stranger.

"Well, let's dine together!" Roderick smiled, and he said kindly to Yolanda.

Roderick's amiable invitation made Yolanda feel very kind, and her stomach was indeed a little hungry, so she also sat down at the wooden table, and the atmosphere in the room gradually became lively, although the food was simple, and only water and milk could be drunk, but Roderick's stories from the Holy City and the city-states of the Far South filled the farmhouse with laughter.

That night, the farmer prepared as comfortable a bed for Roderick as possible, so that the honorable priest could rest peacefully and relieve the fatigue of the trip.

Early the next morning, Roderick was about to resume his journey, but just before he left, he made a strange request to the farmer.

"Could you please ask your relative, Yolanda, to come with me?" Roderick asked the farmer with a smile.

"Why is this why Yolanda is just a useless girl?" The farmer asked, surprised.

"Oh no, my dear friend, a good friend of mine is in Holkershire, but he sent to tell me that he was sick, and I thought that in addition to praying, maybe some herbs would help him." Roderick patted the farmer on the shoulder and said to him.

"Of course it's an honor to be able to help and serve Father Priest, well, I'll let Yolanda go with you." The farmer was slapped by the priest, and he only felt that his whole body was soft, and he, a lowly farmer, could be favored by a priest from the Holy City, which was the honor of his life.

The farmer finally asked his eldest son to fetch Yolanda, and the bewildered girl at first wanted to refuse, but Roderick graciously invited and let the farmer's eldest son accompany him, and Yolanda had to agree and get into Roderick's carriage.

"It's beautiful here." Sitting in the car, Yolanda looked at it in amazement, the seats were wrapped in red velvet cloth, and the door handles were carefully carved and painted, which could be described as luxurious.

"Not worth mentioning." Roderick smiled slightly, and then reopened his book and buried his head in it, as if he didn't care.

The carriage drove all the way into Holkeshire, and after crossing a stone bridge over a small river, they saw the town of Holke, where the county warden lived, and the townspeople looked curiously at the carriage that came in, and Roderick asked the coachman to stop the carriage in front of the county guard's mansion, which was the largest building in the whole town, so it was very eye-catching.

"Crunch." The door opened, and Roderick stepped out, servant of his servants, and looked up at the spired mansion, which was in fact the town's official residence, both the residence of the officials and the place of administration.

"You wait here, I'll come when I go." Roderick turned to Yolanda and the farmer's eldest son in the carriage, and strode to the county warden's mansion with his book in his hand.

"Stop, who are you?" The guards were of course guarded outside the gates of the county guard's mansion, wearing iron helmets and holding pointed shields and spears in their hands, and when Roderick approached, the guards immediately crossed their spears to block his way.

"Please tell the Holkershire Warden that the silver-haired Roderick, the Inquisitor from the Holy City, has arrived." Roderick clenched his book, he puffed up his chest, and there was no smile on his face at this time, and he said to the two guards with great majesty.

"Zong, Inquisition?" The two guards were amazed at this, and they looked at each other in surprise.