Because of Roland's presence, the atmosphere at dinner was quite relaxed and pleasant, and there were no surprises.

Even the old dwarf, who was still drunk, just ate with his head down and didn't say a word.

By the way, dinner was served with pies, broth, and some mead. The workmanship is not exquisite, and the seasoning is not very much, but the amount is enough. The broth is full of meat.

After all, the mountain people are a people who have no meat and are not happy, and the hunters eat a lot and are hungry quickly, and the broth in the homes of the mountain people with slightly better families has to be simmered slowly all the time. In case someone gets hungry in the middle of the night, they can go to the kitchen and scoop a spoonful of broth to drink.

Just like the broth that Roland drank before, outside of winter, if a traveler is thirsty, he can go to the door of the mountain people and ask for a bowl of broth to drink. Giving free broth to guests is also a sign of mountain hospitality.

For the mountain people, the word "grain" is basically equivalent to "meat". In the mountains, there are so many monsters in Fararo that they are almost a disaster, and sometimes the hunter trap digs a little deeper, and even a trap can catch several prey. In this case, meat is even cheaper than refined flour in Farajo. That's why bakers are so popular with little Lim – not that little Lim is particularly fond of bread, but because fluffy white bread is a luxury in the eyes of Fararo's children.

And compared to bread, which is not easy to store, meat and potatoes are quite easy to store during the winter. It's so cold that the underground storage room works even better than a refrigerator.

However, eating meat alone will naturally make it easy to get tired. Therefore, the people of Fararo have practiced good cooking skills one by one during their long career in meat. At the very least, cooking broth is a basic skill that everyone knows. This is also the reason why you can often see mountain inns and mountain people taverns in other places. If the mountain people were the bosses, there was only money left for the cooks - even if the inns and taverns were not owned by the mountain people. Generally speaking, there will be at least one mountain man among the cooks.

The people of Fararu are natural foodies. Unlike the spicy Suze people and the sugar-loving Titan people, the mountain people prefer to use the heat and herbs in the mountains to develop the flavor of the ingredients. Of course. This custom is also inextricably linked to the lack of seasonings in Fararuo.

Salt is added not to enhance the saltiness, but to enhance the freshness; Sugar is not added to accentuate the sweetness. It is to make the umami taste more mellow and not greasy. Paired with a simmering broth, crispy pieces of meat, fragrant herb leaves, and potatoes that soak up the soup, it makes for a very pleasant dinner.

After dinner, Roland returned to the room that Condin had prepared for Roland.

They were all interested in not bothering Roland—after all, the priest of Tyre was in need of evening prayers when the sun was setting. Except for the atheists in Karal, everyone else can be said to know this.

After Roland had previously revealed his bishopship, Condin had put aside the moment, but Hornal's attitude had changed significantly.

To put it simply, it has changed from friendship to respect; From the attitude towards friends to the attitude towards superiors. It seems to be an increase in prestige, but it seems to be a lot more alive when it is manifested. Even after Little Lim said "I want to play with Brother Roland" at the dinner table before. Hornal's first reaction was to apologize to Roland. Even though Roland smiled bitterly and said that it didn't affect anything, she resolutely rejected Limu's request.

Roland could understand the reaction.

It was probably because Hornar was afraid that little Lim would say the wrong thing if she was ignorant, or that Roland would be angry because of the child's unique naughtiness. After all, the status of the bishop is really a bit high for an ordinary hunter family.

Even Conding is also a golden rank. No one would think that a Golden-Tier Archbishop and a Gold-Tier Hunter were on an equal footing. Roland has naturally been accustomed to this for a long time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to disguise himself as a druid in the first place.

And Roland had no problem with Mrs. Coruman's overly cautious attitude. Although Roland was suspicious, he was not suspicious to the extent of becoming ill. And although Roland doesn't hate small children, he likes to be quiet. If you can be alone for a while, it can be considered a good entertainment.

After dinner, the sun was already setting in the west, and dusk was approaching. The candles in the house have been lit.

Roland folded his hands and faced the sunset, his eyes slightly closed and began to pray softly.

Of course, the object of his prayer was not Tyre, who died at Roland's hands, but the Sleeping Mentor.

In Roland's slow and melodious prayer. The Sleeping Tutor appeared in the room at some point.

She sat on Roland's bed, sitting in the same position as she had been for a thousand years, her hands crossed with her fingers in front of her face. looked at Roland with interest, who was concentrating on prayer, but did not say anything to interrupt Roland's prayer.

It is not the same as the prayer of the pastor of Tyre. Roland's prayer lasted for a long time. Rather, Roland saw prayer as a way to relax.

Coming to the world of Faense for more than a month. Roland had basically become accustomed to being a clergyman.

The light-hearted feeling of praying made Roland feel comfortable. The process of close contact with the mentor is a kind of baptism of Roland's soul.

In the blink of an eye, more than four hours have passed. What brought Roland to his senses from prayer was a knock at the door.

Roland slowly opened his eyes. The silver-gray flame in his eyes was gradually extinguished.

At the same time that Roland opened his eyes, the mentor disappeared into the room at the same time.

Roland was in no hurry to open the door. He first replaced the candle that was about to burn out, lit it, and then slowly opened the door.

It didn't surprise Roland—

The man at the door was the gray-haired and gray-eyed boy.

Roland saw that he was covering his right eye in pain, and did not say anything, nor did he close the door, but sat silently on the throne and turned to look at him.

The boy walked in obediently, then closed the door and locked it. In the dim candlelight, he walked up to Roland, and knelt on the ground without warning, completely lying on the ground.

Roland's face didn't change in the slightest. In the dim candlelight, Roland only showed half of his chin, and the upper half of his face was completely hidden in the darkness.

He leaned slightly to the right, leaning on the armrest, looking down at the little gray-haired boy.

Or rather, look at the rebellious undead who served Koranwo.

"Are you guilty?"

There was silence for a long time, and then Roland said indifferently.

The moment he spoke, the little boy shuddered.

"Under the conviction of sin."

"Then," Roland's voice was flat, "from now on, your sins are forgiven." ”

"Yes."

The little boy replied without the slightest surprise, and with great reverence.

He asked, looking up in a choked voice. His gray eyes were filled with tears. The gray covering the right eye had cracked open, revealing the blood-red pupil inside.

Then, his next words completely exceeded Roland's expectations:

"I can...... Loyal to you? (To be continued.) )

PS：…… I guess you're hungry now (turning heads)