The sound of the village chief's knock on the door echoed through the courtyard, and Hamlin waited in the back for the other to open the door. But after a long time there was no movement, and Hamlin unconsciously guessed: I'm afraid that there is no one in the church at this time? Just as he was thinking, a voice suddenly came from behind: "It's not a Sunday, what are you doing here?" Hamlin was startled by a sudden voice from behind—he really jumped. Hearing the movement behind him, the village chief behaved very calmly, turned to look at the comer: "Father, it's okay." As he spoke, he made a gesture in his hand that Hamlin couldn't understand, put it on his chest, and bent down slightly. The priest also bowed in return.

Seeing the village chief's movements, Hamlin knew the identity of the visitor: it was the priest of the church, Mr. Harpy. No wonder the village chief would call him old man, looking at this gray hair and snow-white beard, even though he was in his early fifties, the village chief looked old, called him uncle, and the old priest Harpy deserved it. However, compared to the white hair and beard, Mr. Harpy's body was not the appearance of an old man, he was tall and burly, and even the wide missionary robe could not hide the bulging muscles on his arms. Hamlin is not short in the first place, and he is even taller in this world where his nutrition is not as good as in the previous life, but standing next to this old priest, he can only look up - the old priest is half a head taller than Hamlin. Moreover, the old priest did not have a kind smile on his face, the old priest who looked at the two of them with a serious expression solemn expression, and a huge scar on his face was scratched from the tip of his left eyebrow to the corner of his mouth. Looking down from above by such an oppressive face, Hamlin felt that his face was about to turn bad: "You...... Hello. ”

The priest did not reply, but looked at Hamlin with fixed eyes, and bent slightly as if to see it for good. Hamlin only felt that he was on the top of a big mountain, and sweat slowly broke out on his forehead: Could it be that his secret has been discovered?

Fortunately, after a while, the priest straightened up and looked at the village chief: "This child just hasn't rested well, not sick." The village chief couldn't help but laugh: "Father Harpy, we are not here to see a doctor. "Because everyone usually has their own things to be busy, except for the necessary Sundays, that is, when they are sick and need a doctor, they will come here, so the old priest directly preconceived that someone is sick and comes to see a doctor. However, hearing the words of the village chief, the old priest paused slightly: "Then come in first." As he spoke, he pushed open the door of the church.

Pushing open the door, Hamlin was finally able to see clearly after he came into the world. It has to be said that the interior of this church is also very simple, there are no ornate decorative reliefs, no exquisite mythological frescoes, and even no decorations. When the door was opened, there was a one-man tall wooden statue, a man with vines on his body stood in the center of the statue group, with a crown of thorns on his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of a smile, which made people unconsciously feel good; to his right was a fruit tree bearing a lot of fruit, the branches bent by the fruit hung down to the man's shoulder, and a bunch of fruit fell on the man's outstretched right hand; on the man's left lay a stag, docile and lovely. To the left of the statue stood a table with a candlestick on it, because it was daytime, and the sun was shining brightly on the church, so the candle that was half inserted in the candlestick was not lit, and on the right was a small altar with a basket of fruit, and it is not known which believer had sent the offering. The passage between the statue and the gate, with a few benches next to it, seems to have been used for everyone to pray on Sundays. Even the benches are only made of wooden planks and sticks, not to mention unpainted. Even the planks themselves are not straight enough, and the legs that make up the benches and the sticks on the armrests of the game are not the same height, and they look crooked. I'm afraid it wasn't the priest who did it himself, Hamlin complained in his heart. Because I know that my secret has not been discovered before, I am more relaxed now, and I am even in the mood to complain.

The priest walked over to the table next to the statue and pulled out the chair under the table and sat down: "Sit down, and then explain what you are here for." If it's a seriously ill patient, then wait for me to get the medicine kit. "No, no, we didn't come this time because of illness. The village chief said, "It's just because we're having a problem, and we want to be able to listen to the gods." Ask the gods to guide us in the way, we are your faithful lambs. As he spoke, the village chief saluted in the direction of the idol, with infinite devotion in his expression. The priest replied, "Then let's pray." As long as you pray sincerely in your heart, the gods will be able to hear your questions. ”

The village chief then walked up to the idol, knelt down, folded his hands on his chest and began to pray, while Hamlin was beside him, not knowing what to do. The priest saw his embarrassment: "You just sit down and wait, and it will be all right soon." ”

Hearing this, Hamlin sat on a bench. Because the legs of the chair are not the same length, it is a little awkward. Fortunately, the village chief did not pray for a long time, and after a few minutes, the village chief stood up and saluted again, and made it to Father Harpy: "Father, as the eyes and ears of the gods in the world, please listen on your behalf." The priest saluted: "Speak out if you are confused, Lamb lost." ”

The village chief said, "Yes, because we have an idea that we may bring the village to prosperity together, but there is no way to implement it, so I beg the gods to guide us on what to do." "Oh, and that? you say. The priest heard it and became a little interested. The village chief scratched his ears and cheeks: "I'm stupid about this, I can't say it clearly." Hamlin, you say. ”

Hamlin was not frightened, walked over to the table, and began to explain to the priest what he had told the village chief yesterday. The priest listened attentively, and from time to time he asked questions about why he was sure that the manure would increase the yield of the crops when it was ripened. You must know that in the past, everyone did not manage much after planting, did not apply fertilizer, and only watered when the precipitation was insufficient. And many times, the harvest is due to miracles, by the gods with the corresponding godhead, their priests prayed before planting, and even this consumes a lot of energy from the pastor. If mortals had the means to increase their own production, would that have an impact on the gods' belief in a bountiful harvest? Father Harpy couldn't say for sure, so he thought for a while, but he didn't come up with a clue until it was almost noon. Looking at the two of them, who were a little restless, Father Harpy said to them: "This is not a trivial matter, I cannot make the decision. But I would tell the Lord about it in my evening prayers and ask for His teaching. If there's any news, I'll let you know this Sunday. ”

Hamlin was a little disappointed, but he had no choice but to return to his village with the village chief. The next Sunday is three days later, and before that day,