What greeted Dylan's vision was a young man who looked a little smaller than him, the hands of the little boy were filled with soft holy light from the unlucky ghost who had passed away from breathlessness, and the unlucky ghost with a blue face gradually regained its rosiness with the young man's holy light treatment.

While the little boy rescued the patient, he did not forget to criticize the careless sleeper priest. In the face of the stinking scolding of the young man, Mr. Sleeper was speechless, and could only show an embarrassed smile, "Your Excellency, while hypnotizing and building dreams, you should also pay attention to the actual situation, this is really difficult, it is very difficult to build dreams." After all, we haven't been promoted to the Great Priest realm yet. ”

"Then leave a few people to pay attention to the reality, I have reminded you a few times. Aprile is the god of dreams, but you toss...... I mean, you're actually under the command of the God of Nightmares, aren't you? Deliberately sabotaging the god of dreams? The young man in a white priest's robe squinted his eyes and said deliberately.

The sleeping officer who was detained on the spot with a cauldron under the command of the "Nightmare God" changed his face greatly, and hurriedly shook his head, "No, no, no! We believe in the crown of April, not the evil demon god who creates nightmares for people! ”

Looking at the Sleeper Priest who was about to swear a poisonous oath, the little priest nodded slightly. Being said to be under the command of the Nightmare God is absolutely unbearable for the people of the Church of the Sleepers.

The young priest looked at the patient who had recovered from his sleep under his hand, and after a moment of silence, he looked up at the sleeping priest in front of him again, and said, "I know that you have few people, and many people can build dreams and work hard, and you can also do more propaganda. But this is the fourth time that someone has been sent to me to rescue me, and your side is too dangerous. Well, I'll give you an idea, you find some ordinary people and ask them to pay attention to the safety of the hypnotized person. ”

"Ordinary people? …… Your Excellency, the ordinary people in our station will get sleepy after staying for a long time, and it is likely that when we are hypnotized, they will fall asleep together. The Sleeper Priest smiled bitterly twice, the air in the temporary station of the Sleeper Church was filled with the power of sleep, ordinary people would fall asleep first after staying for a long time, how could they have time to pay attention to those who were hypnotized.

No wonder I was always sleepy just now, obviously I slept well last night, it turned out to be this reason. Dylan, who was listening to the conversation between the two priests, suddenly realized.

Hearing the bitter words of the Sleeper Priest, the young priest couldn't help frowning, and after thinking for a moment, he proposed again, "I see. Why don't you get a few more beds, recliners, or whatever? ”

“…… There's no money. ”

The voice was full of helplessness and confusion, in this regard, the sleeper priests are really powerless, in order to maintain the expenses of their own churches on weekdays, the appropriations of the first six churches are spent, and they still want to buy more beds, recliners or something during the event, do you want to live?

"Borrow!"

Hearing the young priest's words, Dylan nodded in agreement.

That's right, I really can't afford to buy a bed, a recliner or something, so I won't borrow it. If you borrow it, even if you ask for rent, it will not cost too much, after all, the missionary activities supervised by the United Church have traditionally lasted only two days.

"Your Excellency, you are also participating in the event, and you also know that the temporary residence we occupy now costs money, and it takes too much space to put a few more beds or something, and it will cost more to exceed the land area. And let's be honest, after this event and before the next subsidy, we even have to consider whether to eat only one meal every day. ”

The thin Sleeper Priest wiped away his sad tears.

Why is there such a poor church?

Sure enough, this church of the sleepers is a pit, no wonder even the priests look hungry and skinny, well, this church can't be added! Dylan, who was silently watching from the side, looked dumbly at the Sleeper Priest who was crying bitterly, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart that the church he chose to join was the Shining Church.

“…… Because...... Because everyone prefers cultivation, they prefer to immerse themselves in the dream kingdom built under the crown of April more than church activities. Seeing the little priest's shocked appearance, the sleeper priest said with some embarrassment.

"After all, there is everything in the dream? And looking at you like this, I guess you can become stronger in your dreams. Well, it looks like a group of severe Internet addicts who have extremely low requirements for material life. The young priest said.

Severe internet addiction? What is that? Sounds like a disease, too? Dylan looked at the little priest with some curiosity.

Seeing that Dylan and the Sleeper Priest were looking at him in confusion, the young priest shrugged his shoulders lightly and explained: "It refers to you people who dream every day and don't even bother to eat, in other words, how can you have no money in this case, as far as I know, the support and subsidies of the six major churches for the small churches under their command are quite high." ”

"The subsidy is normally enough, but the nutrient solution prepared by the pharmacist is expensive! There are often people here who dream for seven or eight days, and they can't bear it without nutrient solution. ”

"Dreaming for seven or eight days...... Awesome! The corners of the little priest's mouth twitched, and he looked at the sleeping priest with admiration.

“…… Okay, let's not continue to discuss this aspect, let's continue to talk about beds or something. I just thought of another idea. You know the Church of the God of Artisans, the Church of the Craftsmen that was promoted to a medium-sized sect decades ago. ”

"Well, how can I not know."

"Let's see if you can get in touch with them and let them carry you on the mission, and the Church of the Craftsmen is the stuff they make, and there should be beds, chairs, and so on. You join forces with them, they provide beds, you provide sweet dreams, and you should be able to achieve win-win cooperation. ”

"Great idea! I'm going to talk to the bishop. Thank you very much, Your Excellency! ”

After listening to the young priest's narration, the thin priest's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly saluted the young priest, then turned around and rushed back to his own sect station.

The young priest glanced at the back of the thin priest of the sleeping man who disappeared into the crowd, and turned to look at Dylan, who had been playing soy sauce here for a long time, "And ...... Won't you go back with the priest, your Excellency? Or are you a friend of this person? ”

The young priest said as he pointed to the middle-aged man sleeping in the makeshift hospital bed.

Dylan quickly shook his head and said, "No, it's not." I just happened to meet them, and then I was a little curious about the situation here. ”

"Oh, that's right." The young priest nodded slightly, then turned around and pulled out a notebook out of nowhere, and began to write.

Hey? Wait a minute? Wait, why did you start taking notes? I'm still standing here, won't you entertain me? Isn't it still a missionary activity? Dylan was stunned, and the next moment he stared at the young priest in front of him who was taking notes.

During a missionary activity, a church member ignored the missionary activity, left the unbelievers aside, and happily wrote his own notes? Dylan has participated in so many missionary activities, and it is the first time he has encountered such a priest with such a personality.

“…… Well, what denomination are you from? Dylan, who was standing awkwardly, hesitated and asked the young priest.

"Ancient Cult of God. What's wrong? The young priest in his notebook looked up and looked at Dylan with some inexplicability.

Inexplicably your uncle! I have participated in nine missionary activities, and when did those priests not greet me warmly, how did they come to you like this? Dylan looked at the young priest with a pained expression.

"Don't you solicit believers?"

"Move. Oh, by the way, do you want to know more about our ancient Yas? I'm looking for flyers. The young priest clapped his hands, and it seemed that he finally knew what he should do, "Sorry friend, it's my first time participating in this kind of event, so I've been documenting some of the things I encountered in this event. Ah, the flyer was found! ”

Dylan looked at the young priest in silence, raised his hand to take a piece of paper from the other party's hand, and Dylan looked down.

'Ancient Ya Divine Sect, believe it a little, and there will be no shortage of meat anyway. ’

？？？ Dylan black face question mark.

What the hell is this propaganda, so casual?!

You ancient Yasian cults are poisonous!