Matilda, temple area, prayer hall of the Church of the Just.

The girl kneeling on the mat looked at the statue in front of her, which was a very simple little wooden figure, completely different from the huge statues with gold leaf and precious stones in other churches.

But Matilda knew that the small humanoid wood carving was one of the great god's favorite gifts, and that it had been given to him by the young lady, with the unskilled craftsmanship of a nobleman and a little bloodstain.

It is now in the halls of the General Church, and these are the substitutes carved by the just maidens.

It is also a task that a fair girl is most proud of. Every girl will be proud of this.

Matilda, however, had not been given such a task, and before that had been done by a pious maiden who had carved a human form, the Lord of Justice had placed it in the hall of the Church of Justice at Fort Carter, in place of the hundred-year-old figure, who would be sent to the family of the maiden who had carved her, and would be rewarded with blessings and baptisms.

As the last girl alive in the family, Matilda doesn't know what to do in the future, her grandfather has died in battle, and the family is in the middle of the road, so she can only stand up and inject new children into the family, which has lost its vitality.

This meant that she had to abandon the people she loved, because his blood was so strong, and his lovers were so many, that he could not abandon everything and live only for Matilda's family.

My lord, is this a curse of fate on me, or a test for your believers.

Matilda bowed her head, she didn't know how to face each tomorrow.

She lost her qualifications as a paladin, the Lord of Justice would never let a family be severed by his faith, her armor would no longer shine brightly, her sword would no longer shine until Matilda had an heir, she would lose all her power about paladins, and she could not even think of it.

This is not the abandonment of the believers by the gods, on the contrary, Matilda knows that it is the gods who are protecting her.

But...... She really didn't need such protection.

Without her strength, she couldn't stand by the side of that peer, and as a mortal, she couldn't even carry his heir...... How could the people of black iron have an heir with the blood of the superior silver.

The transcendents of this world have power, but they are also protecting this world, and the bloodline is power, and it is also an alternative curse.

Every transcendent must stand in the face of destruction and death again and again, as the strongest stone in the embankment.

Therefore, the combination of the strong and the strong, the child born is the guarantee of the continuation of the family, and it is most likely to die from various accidents - chaos, shoe cultists, spirits, all like such children.

Either because it's a good offering, or because it's just tender meat.

My Lord, please give me back your strength.

Matilda wanted to fall to her knees and touch her forehead, but there was no such dogma in the teachings, and the Lord of Justice did not approve of these rituals.

Hunger controlled the girl's stomach and let out a mournful sound, and she glanced out the window, and it was already pitch black.

Go back, Matilda, it's late.

There was a sound of the hall door being pushed open behind her, it was the fair girl here, and there was worry in her voice, as if she was afraid of Matilda.

Yes, she's scared, because Matilda is scared.

The companion was afraid of her, and she was afraid of herself, for there were too many examples of poor people like Matilda who had fallen under the persuasion of Chaos.

Eventually, Matilda stood up, and she nodded, "I'm sorry for worrying you." ”

The elven girl shook her head: "No, I'm glad to see that you're okay, Matilda, fate has shown its harsh side in front of you, don't be discouraged." ”

"No, I'm the last child in the family...... Tomorrow I'll go on a blind date. Matilda said.

The Church of the Lord of Justice would recommend trustworthy peers for children like Matilda, perhaps not their own preferred type...... But it was a necessary sacrifice, and Matilda knew that her family was at the end of the road, and if she did not stand up, it would fall into the abyss of destruction.

Whether it is a father or a mother, when she is left in this world, he must not hope that one day he and her daughter will become the last gravediggers of the family.

Matilda ......

"People I like have said that everyone pays for their choices...... I've made my choice. ”

Walking past the fair girl, Matilda struggled to let the smile control her face.

"This is my Lord's test for me, and I will gladly accept it, order brings light, goodwill creates the future, my sister, good night."

………………

Watching Matilda leave, the elf girl thought for a while, and finally closed the door of the prayer hall, she walked to the hanger next to the front hall, took off her coat, she walked to the counter of the front hall, and looked at the little cub who was awakened by her footsteps: "I'll go to the inn of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, you pay attention." ”

"Where are you going, what are you doing?" The cub asked curiously.

"I'm going to Marin Gayat, I don't want to see Sister Matilda wither like this." The elf reached out and rubbed the little cub's head: "My mother has the same experience as her, she is very good with her father, but sometimes she will look out the window stupidly one day...... I don't want Matilda to be like that. ”

"Sister, why do you think so, does Sister Matilda really like Mr. Marin?" The little cub looked at her very strangely: "I haven't heard of anyone say it. ”

"You haven't met the parishioners from Fort Carter, and I've received them and heard them talk about them." After speaking, the elf girl got up: "Take care of the front hall, and if there is a problem, sound the alarm." ”

"If you don't have the scene to sound the alarm, you'll be punished!" The little cub stood up, he looked at the fair girl who walked to the gate, very worried.

"There is a proverb in the halfling, love and food, not to be disappointed...... I felt it fit well for today's situation, and I left. ”

Watching her walk out of the door, the little cub was very unhappy and slapped her hands in front of the counter.

He must tell the Bishop, he thought so, and went to the flap on the inside of the counter, and was about to open the lid and walk out of the counter, when he suddenly heard the door open from the prayer hall.

The little Toby Rabbit immediately blew up, his ears trembling with his ears erected high, until he saw an ordinary-looking young man leaning out half of his body.

He stretched out his fingers and made a quiet little movement at the edge of his mouth, plugging the bunny's scream back into his mouth.

"Have your sister go to Marin." He said.

"Why, my lord!" The little rabbit thought it was strange.

"Because I don't want to see the flowers wither, I don't want to see misfortune happen, and I don't want to let a desire to save be disappointed." He said so, then stretched out his hand and tapped lightly on the little cub's head: "Remember, I've been here, your four-leaf sister was assigned by me, remember." ”

"Hmm!" Although there was a little pain in his forehead, the little rabbit nodded vigorously, and his long ears flickered.

"Good, good night, my child, and don't forget our agreement." He smiled and retreated back to the prayer hall, smiling before closing the door.

Then he closed the door.

The little rabbit standing at the counter was silent for a moment, and then sat down on the reception chair.

If just now he was thinking about complaining to the Bishop, now he is the most pious messenger of the Lord of Justice.

………………

Marlin, dressed in a dressing gown, sat in the hall, enjoying the rare bedtime pleasure like the apprentices who had soaked in the bath, and Logan lay on the bed over there, enjoying the press of an old man, after all, an authentic Sidney Southerner.

"Marlin, you should try this." Logan said.

Marin shook his head, he was also a southerner, he couldn't accept this, besides, with his current body derived from the blood of giants, would an ordinary presser really be able to complete this job with a difficulty of dozens of years.

Logan also began to shake his head, but he was lamenting Marlin's incomprehensible feelings: "Pressing is a part of the bath, Marin, if you don't accept this link, you just don't understand the true joy of bathing." ”

Marin tilted his head, gave the man a roll of the eyes, and then flipped through the page of the newspaper, just in time to see the contents of the seventh page - Silent Hill Lord Cel Kate arrived in the royal capital today, and the council was evaluating the damage to his realm.

I see, it seems that His Majesty Morvis does have something to do.

Turning the page hastily, Marin saw a new title – Marin Gaiatt, the new rich man at Fort Carter and his twenty-seven ...... (Giant's language), how did I not know that I had twenty-seven beautiful girls.

Sitting up straight, Marin watched the whole process, and found that this is a title party at all, none of the real girls are mentioned, and the ones mentioned are some that he doesn't even know, and the author's taste is too terrible, how can he even dare to write about kobolds, I, Marin Gayat, have Ptsd for dog creatures!

No, Marin pulled out the messenger and wrote a note to the president of the Dwarven Chamber of Commerce, and asked him to find someone to use sticks and sacks to organically combine with this author, Mr. Bartman Rowland.

It's not that he can't go, it's just that his appearance is too recognizable, unlike a few dwarf drunkards, who just beat people and lose money.

Releasing the messenger, Marin turned his head, turned the page, and then, like the apprentices in the hall, noticed a knock on the door of the inn.

"Who?" An apprentice filmed himself with a protective spell, and then spoke under the cover of a companion who had drawn his gun on one side - the mentors liked to engage in this kind of surprise attack, and although Marin was there, he was considered a mentor.

"Is Marin Gayat there?" There was a nice sound outside the door.

Marin stood up and walked to the door: "I'm here, who." ”

"I am a just girl of the Church of the Righteous Lord, can you go and meet Matilda." The elven girl looked at Marin, who was wearing a coat with the emblem of the Church of the Just Lord.

"What's wrong with her?" Marin asked curiously.

"It's not convenient for me to say it here, but trust me, please be sure to go and see her, now, right now."

Marin thought for a moment and nodded, "Then please allow me to change my clothes." ”

"Great, she's in the hotel, I'm going to church now, please hurry up."

After saying that, he turned around and left, looking at her back, Marin decided to go over and take a look.

On the way back to his room to change clothes, Marin noticed that the apprentices looked at him with adoration in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" Out of curiosity, Marin asked.

"Mr. Marin is amazing, this is the twenty-eighth." A little cub said this with a newspaper.

Marin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Don't listen to newspaper nonsense. ”

At the same time, the fury in the heart is completely uncontrollable with a (elven language) - Mr. Bartman Rowland, you are dead!