"So, what you asked for, the 'one ship, one stove' plan, we have done it for you, word for word."

Regardless of the cost. Carrying out her orders at all costs, regardless of working hours, is Hermarita's style.

"Very good, very good. Anything else to say? You can step back without you. ”

In the audience room of the temple, Hermita once again proudly pressed her back on her chair. Hmph, with the current shortage of magic raw materials, what else can I do if I don't want to make this trick? Do you just sit and watch the people in the cold wind one by one unable to support themselves until they freeze to death?

"Actually, it doesn't matter how many of you pariahs die—" Hemarita said a startling confession as she played with the tassels on the otherworldly wool cushions, "It's just that I'll be very troubled if you die, and there's no fun to exist here, so please continue to live hard!" ”

In the corners, powered by magic powder, the flameless stove was emitting a pleasant heat that was constantly emitting a pleasant heat, which, along with the polished stone walls, kept the cold wind out of the side chambers.

At the same time, the thousand-step stairs outside the temple were like a blade, slicing layer by layer on the air-exposed faces of the men who had just come out of the room.

"Every time I look at that girl, I can't help myself." The warmth of the audience seemed to make him dream of the impossible come true again. "What should I say? When I saw her smiling face, I felt that it was the right choice not to make her angry. ”

It was true that the furnace had been installed, but many problems had been suppressed by the priest - even the truthful report had little to do with him, and after seeing the angelic face of Hemarita, he began to feel that it was a great sin to make the living god unhappy and ruin that innocent-looking face...... As for the little things, it doesn't matter if the report is not reported.

"What the hell is this meow?! Ahh......h Ahh

On the deck of a fast sailing ship with a stove, a crowd of people gathered around a tin crate at a loss for what to do—the warmth of the area before sailing was like spring, and the crew preferred to stay next to it rather than go down deck to the cabin.

But as soon as the voyage is set, the stove without a windproof design will be blown out by the crosswind with salt spray in a few minutes. Well, aligning the bow at anchor in the wind will solve this problem, but how else will the ship sail? Not to mention casting nets to catch fish.

"Order again! For the last time! The captain waved his wand and motioned to the crew to get out of the way with great dissatisfaction. This thing looks like Niu X, and it has to be re-lit in less than a few minutes along the way, and the boat must be stopped when the fire is lit, and it is not easy to extinguish it until the stove is burning - this has not reached a good place where you can catch fish after walking for a long time, and even the breakwater of the pier can still be seen.

The fuel in the furnace still retained its temperature, and the flame easily ignited through the gap between the wood and the charcoal—but the captain's face did not soothe at all—not even the slightest.

A flaming spell slammed down, and the furnace re-emerged with the crackling sound of flames expelling moisture. The crew rushed up, wanting to surround the fire with their bodies, protect and enjoy the hard-won warmth.

"I look at this formation, eighty percent is not good." The captain leaned on the railing and complained to the captain. Their coats were thick enough to keep them warm without having to sit around the fire.

"Just this flame, do you want to burn without fear of the wind? I look at it and hang! ”

"No, Captain." The cable chief pointed to the clouds that were rising in the sky, "I mean it's not good. I can feel the wind getting stronger, and if we can't get shelter from the cabin and wait for this rain, we'd better go home. ”

The captain was silent and kicked the splinters of wood from the deck into the sea. This is the first time I went out to sea to fish, and I couldn't light the stove and had to encounter wind and waves, which really made people feel lucky.

What's worse is that there is not much money and food left in hand. The captain has been hanging a small ledger in his heart all the time lately, accurately calculating whose silver coins he has credited, and how many silver coins will be spent tomorrow, and how many silver coins will be made up by his wife and daughter on the shore next month—but the income has always been zero, and even the crew on the ship now only pay their wages when they go to sea, and the rest of them find odd jobs when they are on shore, which is much worse than before.

The mystical silence of the two did not last long. The strong wind on the starboard side hit again, causing the air in the stove, which had no windbreak, to flow rapidly, and blew out the stove in a blink of an eye.

"Shhhh

"Made, does this thing work?"

"Brothers, let's scrape together the money to go ashore and buy some magic powder to light the stove, if you extinguish the furnace here, you will suffer from it!"

"That's it!" The crew began to chim.

The captain was distraught, which added fuel to the fire of the crew. He turned around and clapped his palms, signaling all the crew on deck to listen to his orders:

"Anchor! Turn the bow of the boat! Continue back to Hong Kong and rest! ”

That's what Hermarita didn't think of at all—if the stove on deck was not designed to protect against wind and rain, it wouldn't be able to protect against storms, not even the usual sea breeze with salt spray.

Of course, the priests who had reached the heavens were aware of these problems, and the fishermen's wharf was still crowded with small boats, and the stoves were only suitable for use in calm harbors, and in fact, the "one boat, one furnace" policy of the present god Hermarita did not solve the problems of most small boats except for a small number of people.

Many small boats turn back as soon as they leave the port, and the fast sailing boats that zigzag against the wind at sea before the storm are just a few examples......

What's the use of telling her? The priest looked up and sighed. What about the fact that the all-knowing and all-powerful God of the world makes mistakes? They can only pretend that they have made no mistake. The battle of Elta began with the defeat of Archbishop Wataf, and the decision to use resolute means to counter Elta and the otherworldly forces was a decision made by the unanimous vote of the gods of the world, and now Hermarita's decision to adopt the policy of peaceful engagement and détente is also agreed by vote, which is right or wrong? Well, both are right, so is it clear that the 300,000 army that has perished on the continent of Elta is wrong? Was the repulsed fleet of air ships wrong?

"Priest, what you meditate on is the reason why you are suppressing the content?"

The young man's voice came from the priest's side. The priest realized that he had met the living god Noesas—and that he had not saluted.

"Belong, subordinate guilty!" The priest hurriedly saluted. "I, I don't think it's necessary for Lord Hemarita to know about that part, for the crew of the small ship can solve this little thing on their own...... Settle! ”

"Please forgive me!"

"Hahahahahaha~" Neues Asas crossed his waist and posed like a child in the second stage of secondary school, looking up to the sky and laughing. "Get up. I just saw that you didn't look right, and I was looking up at the sky and pondering, which provoked you. ”

Noysas is one of the most approachable of the living gods - according to legend, he did not participate in the "pacification" of the Red Dragon Rebellion, but on the clergy's side it is clear: he does not like to fight and kill.

In fact, much of his reputation at the Church of the Two Moons has been focused on art, entertainment, and anecdote, and some have even sworn that he has seen Neuesas go out to sea, standing at the bow of the ship with his arms outstretched.

"My subordinates know that they are wrong, and I ask God not to tell the truth to Lord Hemarita." The priest did not know where he had the courage to speak his true minds. "I don't want to see Lord God angry."

"Don't worry, if you're angry or something, these are enough in my hand." Noysas waved a few pictures in his hand—these were not candid photographs of some god of the world, but a set of propaganda photos of the downing of an empty ship that he had obtained from Rucha. "Want to see it? I can take a look at it. ”

Two minutes later, Neuesas continued to bounce down the steps to find Hermitta, leaving the clergyman standing there as if he had been struck by lightning.

Whether it was in Elta a few months ago, or now on the island of Lancasbon, the impact of these photographs has not diminished in the slightest. The plastic color photographs can be preserved into the next century, so the scene above is still alive in front of Hermarita.

"Is it necessary to find the priest, Imbizero, to answer these scenes before you for you? He could say that it was all true. ”

"Let me read it first!" Hermarita almost had her face on the photo. She was taking a nap when she was woken up by Noy Esas, so how could she not get up.

Probably the pilots who took the photos, and the civilian personnel who did some photoPS processing on the photos, would not have thought that there were so many photos that escaped large-scale battlefield clean-up and war chaos, and finally fell into the hands of the gods of the world.

"If that's the case......"

"How?"

"I thought that the sinking of the empty ship was due to an attack by a large-scale magic array, or Elta's dragoons descended from the sky and set fire to our empty ship, but now I think too much."

"How do you think about it?" Neesas asked.

"The point of going on may be gone." Hermarita folded the photographs again in numerical order, placed them on the table, and sat upright. "As for what the fools think, that's their business. In order to enjoy the admiration of the congregation for a long time to come, I feel that we must do something. Noysas, please invite all the high-ranking members of the former Western Expeditionary Army from the secret prison tonight, and those who have joined the Cierta Merchant Group to find a few more. ”

"In such a hurry? Tonight? The young man's grumbling voice sounded particularly oppressive, "Can't it be late?" ”

"No, it's going to be tonight." Hermarita made up her mind, "We have to understand as soon as possible who we are fighting against. If necessary, we have to go deep into the danger and understand for ourselves. Well, by now, it's no longer credible for anyone to say it. ”