As soon as the morning dawned, Ringer got up.

Eating an authentic Russian meal in a row, Ringer felt a little greasy, and he needed to eat some rabbit country food.

Ramen, last time I was ready to treat the three demon hunters, but I was disgusted by others, saying that you are rubbing a ball of noodles on the board, what do you want to do.

When the ramen was ready, he grabbed Shabonny by the ears and pulled him up.

If you have something good, you have to share it with your friends.

'Good morning, Shabanne,"

"Good morning, Father Rasputin."

"Let's have breakfast, we're full, we've got something to do."

Shabonny looked at the earthworm-like food on the plate and was curious: "What is this?" ”

It's called food, let's eat it. “

Shabonny was holding a knife and fork and couldn't figure out what to do, and he found that Shabonny was eating food with two small sticks.

"God, you have a knife and fork next to you, why do you use a stick?"

Then you can use a knife and fork, but unfortunately, there are too few condiments to achieve the desired taste. ”

Shabonny struggled to push a noodle into his mouth with a fork and exclaimed, "It's delicious!" ”

He threw the fork away and grabbed it with his hands.

Ringer made a large pot of ramen, and Shabonny ate more than half of it, until the noodles stayed in the esophagus of the throat tube and could no longer be squeezed down, and Shabonny did not stop.

"Is it delicious?"

"Yummy, Father Rasputin, how did you make such delicious noodles?"

"It's good to eat, and when we're full, we'll have to get down to business."

"What are you doing?"

"Go and turn yourself in."

Ringer looked at Shabonny with a smile.

Shabonny was stunned at first, jumped up, blinked his eyes several times, and said: "Rasputin, you won't tell me that the breakfast just now is the last breakfast for us to say goodbye to the church and the role of priest, right?" I'm not enjoying it yet. “

"How is that possible?"

"Then what are you going to do with Michal, you have to wait for him to come to you, so it's better."

Ringer said: "I've thought about it, it's better to take the initiative, besides, didn't the three demon hunters come out?" “

Shabonny smiled and said, "I know that you are reluctant to let that female knight die, right?" “

Ringer laughed, "You're wrong. “

"No, that's what you think, don't think I don't know what's going on in your heart, is she as beautiful as Morinda?"

Morinda, one of the unmarried girls in the village, heard that Rasputin used to harass her, but since Ringer crossed over, let alone harassment, Ringer has never looked at her, and he feels that Rasputin's aesthetic views are very problematic.

A girl with the same waist as a hippopotamus, Ringer really can't afford to have the slightest appetite.

"Dude, listen to me, demon hunters are not a good thing, don't get close to them, it's not good for us, we and them are not all the way, by no means on the same road."

Shabonny said such a thing, and Ringer was strange.

"You have a prejudice against demon hunters, tell me your reasons."

"This is what I heard from a guest who seemed to have a very high status when I was getting a haircut in the town, when I talked about the demon hunter, he was angry like a wild wolf, and when he got a haircut, he was so angry that the barber's razor almost cut his throat, just a little bit, he said, the demon hunters are outlaws, they have nothing to do with the church, they are very insidious and despicable people, they are a group of elusive people who can't see the sun."

Ringer couldn't help but laugh.

Shabonny was surprised by Ringer's reaction: "Isn't that enough? “

"Yes, it's not enough.

"Don't laugh! I'm serious, very serious, and the old man said that few people who get close to the Demon Hunter will end well. That's why I said that being a priest has nothing to do with being a demon hunter, and unfortunately, I couldn't stop you, and I was tempted by you to go into the Dark Forest, and as a result, we almost lost our lives. ”

"It's the first time I've heard you say such philosophical words, it's fresh, Shabonny, it makes sense, I'm just in the spirit of humanity, are they missing, shouldn't we call the police?"

"That's okay, but it's not worth it to have mercy on them, it might hurt you, they're just for money, they're just for money, they're selfish, they're bloody, they're no different from mercenaries, the only difference is that they're helpers of the church, they have the halo of the church on their heads, that's it, that's it, I don't want to see you close to them, and besides, they're all dead, and we're talking about this now, is there any need to discuss it, I've said so much, did I convince you, my Father Rasputin?"

Ringer got up, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "You almost convinced me, but did you see their bodies?" ”

Chabonny drank the wine down.

"Fill it for me."

"Yes, my talented teacher."

Shabonny sighed again, and then said: "Yes, I didn't see it, but there is a ninety-nine percent chance that they will hang up, isn't that enough?" ”

"Of course it's not enough, but there's still one percent left, Pastor Shabonny, just say, to go?"

Shabonny looked out the window and teased, "I want to go, how do I go?" Do you want to walk over on your own?"

"Let's find a way to get a sled."

'Who in the village would dare to give us a sleigh?' Father Rasputin, they must have thought that these two bastards would definitely take my sleigh and sell it in town for a stack of bills, and then go to the bar to hand out a few, go to the kiln and leave a few, and leave the last one to use as paper to wipe your ass, and finally come back and say, I'm sorry, your sleigh was stolen by bandits halfway down the road. '

Ringer has a headache, Rasputin's character is indeed too bad.

"Is there any other way?"

"Unless you grow wings and fly into town."

When winter comes, there is no one in the village who will go to the town, not even the butcher Hirshlin, who often goes to the town to slaughter cattle, and Ringer is very helpless.

The solution was figured out by people.

It would be nice to have a telephone, Ringer thought of this, and knew that he was dreaming, no one knew what a telephone was in Russia in this era, and what it looked like.