Shabonny's words made Ringer feel reasonable, whether it was better to be a demon hunter or to become a priest to get money quickly, he couldn't judge it yet.

And old Velin himself was a believer, and in his words, Ringer would hear some inside stories about the priest.

He had heard that in addition to the priests, there were also wandering priests, much like the Jigong in the ancient legends of the Rabbit Country, that is, monks who were covered in dirt, unclothed, and half-insane, and Ringer listed them as priests without licenses.

But these people are sometimes seen as able to converse with God, and their crazy words can even be regarded as "oracles" in many cases, and these people have a considerable chance of becoming saints.

Just imagine, a priest without a license can become a saint, be admired and worshiped by thousands of people, and eat and drink without worrying about glory and wealth.

With one opinion, Ringer looked forward to the dark.

Murning's home is not in the village of Shoiguna, he lives in the village of Chimok.

They had to get there in the dark, they couldn't let anyone see them going to the village of Chimok, they had to get to the vicinity of Murning's house by midnight to set up an ambush.

For repeat offenders like Ringer and Shabanne, only in the nearby villages and towns there were thefts, and the police would visit Rasputin's home almost immediately, so they had to be more careful not to show any of their feet, so that when the police came to question, they would have an excuse to deny.

The distance between the villages of Shoiguna and Chimok is about five kilometers in a straight line, which is similar to the distance to the town, except that the town is in the east and the village of Chimok is in the west.

Five kilometers, usually no problem, although the snow has stopped, you can bury your knees with one foot down.

"If only there was a sleigh car."

Shabonny was tired like a dead dog, panting with his tongue out, and they could only walk, which was the only option for two poor ghosts who were suffering from the same disease.

Ringer walked in front, his legs were long and powerful, and he was a little better, Shabonny was short, his legs were short and fat, his friction coefficient was high, and the physical strength he paid for each step was almost twice that of Ringer, and he was constantly grumbling along the way, but when Ringer repeatedly promised to give him a priesthood in the future, this strong short man still came to Mindin's house without any problems.

"Very well, no one sees us on the road, not a single ghost on the road, very good, good sign, Shabonny, what do you think?"

"What a ghost, I only care if Merning sleeps."

"There's another one, the bedroom, I shouldn't have slept, damn, I didn't sleep so late, I'm about to freeze to death, if I don't do anything, I'm going to die."

"Shut up, Shabonny, you can't freeze! You've got to be a priest. ”

"Is Mooning at home, he's not easy to mess with, his fist is the size of my head."

As long as you don't make a movement, it's fine. ”

Ringer and Shabonny waited patiently in an icy ditch.

Murning's home is at the entrance of Chimok Village, as the richest man in Chimok Village, their family is easy to find, and the tallest and largest house is Murning's home.

As for Mindin, Ringer had met him, a typical giant like a polar bear, he was the chief of the village of Chimok, and he had a short temper and dared to fight the wild bears of the forest.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, there are two people who are very famous, he is one of them, and the other is Rasputin, which is now Ringer.

Rasputin was known for treachery, and Murning was known for violence.

You can't steal a horse with treachery, you need to use strength, you must not alarm Mooning, this thing is rushing, it's not easy to clean up.

While they were watching, someone came to look for Minding, and Ringer heard the news that made him happy, and that Monking's wife was standing at the door of the house and said that Minding had gone to town for a drink, and that he was going back late to-night.

This is really heaven's help, just waiting for Mourning's wife to hurry up to sleep.

Moonin's wife is called Linda, she looks very average, Ringer can't figure out why the people around her say she is very beautiful, later, he learned that before Linda gave birth to a child, it was indeed very beautiful, after giving birth to a child, especially after giving birth to three children, she became a bloated aunt, which is a common problem of Russian women, as long as you get married, angels become aunts.

Cold cold cold ..... Tonight, I don't know what's going on with Linda, she just doesn't sleep, is she waiting for her lover?

Ringer tried to rush in and knock her unconscious with a stick.

Finally, thankfully, the lights in her room went out and the wooden house fell into complete darkness.

After another half hour, Ringer stood up, trying to move his frozen hands and feet, his numb cheeks, and his unconscious ears.

Where the stables are, Shabonny is very familiar, this area, as long as there are stables, there will be a ghost-like shadow of Shabonny.

The two quietly approached the stable. The stables were locked, which was not difficult for Shabonny, and he pulled out a thin wire and tinkered in the keyhole a few times, and the door opened.

Shabonny said to Ringer, "It's up to you!"

Ringer walked into the stable, where an oil lamp hung from the top of the stable, glowing dimly.

Inside, there are three horses, yes.

Ringer saw the white horse and stepped forward, the horse let out an uneasy snort, and the hooves were gouging, and Ringer hurriedly stroked the white horse's body, the position of the horse's head.

Strangely, the white horse was quiet, and the other horses were much quieter.

Very good, very good.

As to why Ringer could make the horses quiet, Ringer couldn't figure out why Rasputin gave him natural magic.

He untied the white horse's reins with great success, led it out, and pulled out another horse.

The two got on their horses, and the thick snow was like a silent carpet, covering the sound of the horses' hooves.