"Eh, are there any guests, this young lady is your friend?" Father George asked strangely, and the young man Saijo Takumi's eyes widened, and he looked at the priest in confusion, and then looked at Sakura who came over with a smile on the same look.

He looked back at the priest's face suspiciously, and looked at Father George with a strange look.

"This sister has come all the way to find you, hey, uncle! You shouldn't be deceiving other people's feelings, and then this sister came to the door to settle accounts, right? Takumi Saijo stabbed the priest in the rib with his elbow and whispered into George's ear, looking at the priest with a hint of contempt.

"Stinky boy! What nonsense are you talking about! Faced with this unscrupulous fellow, he felt that his reputation seemed to be ruined on him, and the priest angrily rewarded him with a shudder.

"However, they came here for you, and they said they would play a tune for you."

Takumi Saijo covered his head with a face full of grievances, and complained in a dissatisfied whisper.

"What do you mean? Came... Coming for me? ”

There was a dazed look in the priest's eyes, and he didn't seem to understand the situation at all. And Sakura also walked over and explained with a smile.

"I heard that there is a church here, and the priest in it likes to help others, and my friend heard the news and admired you very much, so he asked me to say hello to you." Sakura looked sideways at the guitar case behind her, and when the two of them focused their eyes on the guitar case she was carrying behind her back, she gestured and continued: "I'm a traveling musician, and I usually don't know anything else, just such a little hobby, if I can, I hope I can find a time today to play a song for you alone!" ”

"Oh! So that's the case, so welcome!! Father George, who seemed to be one of those nervous characters, immediately accepted the explanation, and suddenly laughed and welcomed Sakura in.

"Musicians... Really, what a 'musical instrument'! ”

Father George led the two of them in the church, and found two random places for them to rest. As he said the word 'instrument', he glanced back at Sakura with deep meaning, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

"But this kind of 'performance' is not blessed for ordinary people to enjoy, can this young lady wait until the evening? In the afternoon, there is still some work to be done in the church. ”

Sakura was slightly stunned for a moment, then chuckled and nodded.

"Please, I'll have time when you're in the evening."

Sakura didn't think about it at the moment, this guy was afraid that he had already seen something. At least she's carrying a weapon instead of a so-called 'musical instrument', which I'm afraid has already been noticed by the other party. It's really a good judgment.,Presumably this has something to do with the identity of the other party's elemental envoy.。

The earth element, which is close to the earth, always has an ordinary person's perception of other items of different attributes in the air.

"Uncle... At night! ~~~”

The young Saijo Takumi pretended to sneer sourly, but ushered in a beating again. "Long-winded! Shut up for me, you go to sleep with my aunt at night, and you are not allowed to lie with me!" ”

"Eh~~ stingy!! I'm afraid I'll disturb your date with this young lady, right? Takumi Saijo pouted.

Father George snorted coldly, and with a rather smug smile, rubbed the boy's head vigorously.

"Humph! I know that I don't shut up yet, I'm annoyed! ”

After a while, Father George walked into the side room of the church and brought a plate of soda to quench their thirst. Takumi Saijo drank it immediately without hesitation when he got it, but Sakura took it lightly in his hand, just smiled at the other party, and didn't mean to drink.

The priest scratched his cheek in embarrassment, then sighed and whispered.

"I almost forgot, the guests who came from afar don't seem to be used to our drinks here. Don't worry, there are no other condiments, and you can drink it naturally and without pollution. ”

Takumi Saijo drank the drink in the cup to the bottom, then turned his head to look at Sakura and asked, "Sister doesn't like to drink soda, the soda prepared by the uncle is delicious!" ”

Sakura shook her head calmly, picked up the cup and sniffed it gently, not noticing any traces of magic or drugs in it, and took a sip in front of the two of them.

"Well, it tastes pretty good!"

"yes!" The priest smiled and showed his white teeth, and gave Sakura a thumbs up.

At this moment, footsteps sounded at the door.

But it was four young men from the town, carrying a stretcher and sweating profusely with anxious expressions. Sakura noticed that there was a young man moaning in pain lying on the stretcher, his right trouser leg was rolled up, and it was bloodstained with blood, as if something had opened a bloody gap.

"Priest, save this guy, this guy went to the mountain to collect firewood today and accidentally rolled down the hillside, please think of a way!"

One of the young men, who seemed to be on good terms with the wounded man, looked the most worried, and hurriedly pleaded to Father George. Sakura frowned and asked strangely, "Why didn't you take him to the hospital?" ”

Several young people had never seen Sakura, and they looked at each other for a while.

One of them looked at Sakura and explained, "This young lady shouldn't be a local, because our town is small, the transportation is not very convenient, and the hospital is on the other side of the town, too far away." So when we have a little sickness or something, we will ask the priest for help. ”

Sakura nodded, sat back and watched quietly, silent.

"You wait, I'll go in and get the medicine and the medical kit!" The priest crouched down to check the location of the wounded man's wounds, hurriedly took out the medicine and bandages prepared from the room, and after helping him to deal with them, he fixed his legs and tied them with bandages.

This busyness was nearly two hours, and after the handling of a few people to send them away, Father George quietly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at those who were so grateful, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, after a while, there were many prayers and requests for all kinds of help. At least during the time Sakura was observing, there were five or six groups of people, and Father George received them one by one, and Saijo Takumi didn't forget to give him a hand.

It was close to sunset when the two of them lay down in their chairs and gasped for breath and relaxed.

"Wow, it's finally over!" Takumi Saijo was full of exhaustion and lay without an image.

"Hahaha! That's the joy of helping people! Mmmm~~ I did a good job today, stinky little ghost, I'll show off my cooking skills today, and give you a taste of our treasured smoked premium beef! ”

"Huh? Today is so generous, didn't you say that it was brought by your hometown, and you have been reluctant to eat? Takumi Saijo's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, but his eyes were full of excitement.

The priest turned his head and looked at Sakura, who was sitting quietly on the other side with his eyes closed, and then there was a deep helplessness between his eyebrows, and then he smiled with relief.

"Isn't there a guest today, of course you have to be generous!"

"Cut, it turns out that it's still the idea of beating people!" Takumi Saijo pursed his lips and said indignantly, as if lamenting the unfair treatment.

"Well~ don't care about these little details! Hahaha!! With a rough laugh, Father George patted Takumi Saijo on the shoulder. He turned his gaze calmly to Sakura and grinned and suggested, "Miss, why don't you stay and have dinner together?" ”

Sakura slowly opened her eyes, stood up and patted her trouser legs, and shook her head gently as she looked at the slowly dimming sunlight outside the door.

"I won't bother you with this dinner, you can enjoy it! I'll come back in an hour, and hopefully you'll be ready by then. ”

After saying that, Sakura walked out of the church without looking back, leaving only the young Saijo Takumi with a puzzled face, and the priest and uncle who shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile.

Looking up in a daze, the priest looked at the mural on the wall. Jesus feasted on the twelve disciples, and the long table was full of food, but the diners had different faces and secretly harbored evil intentions.

The priest lowered his head, chuckled and whispered.

"Where's the Last Supper...