Early the next morning.

The morning prayers at the church ended, and the villagers dispersed.

Marcy returned home, restlessly walking back and forth, and Robert cautiously asked, "Head...... Uh, wife, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm a little worried about Severin. Marcy turned and took out a large iron oak hammer from the tool room, which was used to drive stakes, and was just as good for smashing people.

"Mother, I'll go with you. Sebins walked over with a solemn expression, a steel sword in his hand.

"Robert, put down the pitchforks! you are not allowed to go...... Sebins, I want you to go back to Pinghu Town right away...... Robert, if anything happens, go to the village guard at once, and don't go to the village chief George and the sheriff to reason. Marcy strode out of the house with a wooden hammer in her hand.

Robert looked at his wife's back, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. Sebins raised his hand and put his hand on his father's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Mom is right!"

"We've always listened to her...... Robert's face squeezed out a smile, patted his adopted son on the shoulder, and said, "We'll all rely on you from now on!"

Sebins nodded resolutely.

It was dawn, and Cali was awakened by a commotion, and he scrambled out of bed and rushed out without thinking. He tossed and turned last night, didn't even take off his clothes, and fell asleep in a daze.

"I made it! I made paper! I made paper!"

In the open space at the entrance of the workshop, Severin was jumping and laughing. Cali stared at the yellow-green piece of paper in his hand!

"Brother Cali, I succeeded! This is paper, it doesn't burn hands, it doesn't burn ass, see no, this is paper!" Severin jumped up to Cali's side, wiped his arm with paper, raised it to his mouth again, and kissed him fiercely.

Kali snatched the paper and said to himself in a trembling voice: "I succeeded, I succeeded, I am a vassal......."

At this time, the other people in the wooden house came out one after another and moved closer to this place. Cali grabbed the dancing Spencer and shouted at the boar, "Big, guard the door, don't let anyone in!"

The giant man clasped his hands on his chest, blocking the door of the workshop like a wall of flesh, trying to open his eyes wide, the corners of his mouth bent downward, and made a fierce expression. He only learned this trick when he was a child.

In the workshop, the old craftsman and his fellows kept scooping paper from the pool, and when Cali came in, they didn't notice it. The wet straw paper, stacked into squares, exudes a pungent smell. Cali thinks it's the most wonderful taste in the world.

"Master Kali, congratulations, you will be Master Kali from now on. The old craftsman handed Cali a freshly fished piece of paper and complimented him in a low voice.

"It's not poisonous, is it?" asked Cali, taking the paper.

"It's not poisonous, and it doesn't burn the skin. A fellow raised his wet hands.

Cali smiled and said, "Okay, I will never forget everyone, after I go back, each of you will give you a bounty of 100 gold soles, and you will follow me ...... in the future" He turned around and smiled at Severin: "Of course, Severin has the greatest credit, I will give you 200 gold soles first, and when I get the bounty, I will give you 300 gold soles as a reward." He took two purple gold coins out of his pocket and stuffed them into Severin.

"Big Brother Cali...... What do you mean by that?" asked Severin, blankly.

"Silly boy, this is a purple gold coin, one can be exchanged for 100 gold soles. You don't thank Master Cali yet......" said the old craftsman.

"I don't!" Severin handed the purple gold coin back to Cali.

"What? too little?" said Kali, holding the purple gold coin, smiling.

"I made the paper!" Severin's voice trembled a little, "I rented your workshop, and I made the paper!"

"You rented my workshop?what about the rent?who can prove that you rented my workshop?" Cali patted Severin on the cheek and said in a deep voice, "Everyone here can prove that you are my hired helper...... I invented paper!"

"The rent is here....... eight copper soles......" Severin scrambled to pull eight bright copper coins out of his pocket.

A fellow sneered: "How can there be a reason to pay the rent later? Hehe, it only costs eight copper soles to rent this workshop? These grass pulps are more than that? You rent a workshop with eight copper soles to make paper? Who will believe it?"

Severin's hand froze in mid-air, and he shouted with red eyes: "You lied to me! I will go to the police station to sue you! Uncle Wright and Uncle Tunan can testify for me!"

Everyone looked at each other, and Cali coughed dryly and said, "Severin, you said you made paper. So what did you do? The workshop is mine, the tools are mine, the straw pulp is mine, the charcoal is mine, the stove is lit by us, the water is fetched by us, even the dinner you eat is made by us, what else have you done besides watching it? You have done nothing, you dare to say that you made the paper?"

"I ...... I ......" Severin stammered, at a loss.

"Take the money and go home. Wright and Tunan, I'll naturally have an account. Cali slipped the money into Severin.

"No, I made the paper, it's the rent, and I made the paper. With a crying voice, Severin tugged at Cali's clothes and tried to shove the copper coin into his arms.

The two entangled with each other and refused, and Severin exerted all his strength to push Cali.

"Get out of here!"

Cali was furious and slammed it hard, and the boy fell backwards, tripped over the steps with his heel, and threw himself into the pool of slurry.

"Be careful!" Cali was shocked, reaching for it, but didn't catch it.

"Ahh

"Scoop him up, get him up!" Cali's face changed dramatically, and he tried to get someone, but the splash of slurry made him and his buddies back and forth.

It's over! I'm going to be hanged.......

At that moment, the boar smashed the wooden frame, and reached into the corrosive grass slurry with both hands, and scooped out the inhuman-shaped Severin.

"Hurry, hurry! The boar will send him to the village church, and Father Miller will save him!" cried Cali.

The giant man hugged the young man covered in grass tightly in his arms, smashed through the wooden fence, took two thick legs, and ran in the direction of George Village.

"Stupid pig, with the carriage, your skin will be burned!" said Cali, stamping his foot again and again, hurrying to the carriage.

"Did you make paper?" asked the onlookers.

"I accidentally fell into the slurry!" replied the old craftsman casually.

Yes, he fell into the slurry himself, not me! I'm afraid he won't survive like this...... If he died, it would save trouble, and he was afraid that Old Hank would not be strict enough....... no......! Cali was so distraught that he drove the wagon to chase the boar.

"It hurts...... Hurt...... The boar hurts!" the skin on the stupid giant's chest festered, and he could no longer bear the sharp pain of the burning of the grass, and as soon as he let go, Severin fell to the ground.

"Wild boar, throw this boy into the river first, wash off his pulp and fish it up, and we'll go in a wagon!" called Kali in the carriage.

The giant man picked up Saverin and threw it away, and the boy flew into the Silvermoon River. He did not forget the instructions of the little master, ran into the river and scooped him up again.

"You dare!" said a tall woman in the col as she rushed towards the giant man like an angry she-bear.

The stupid boar was kind-hearted and had never intentionally hurt anyone, and when he saw the menacing woman, he instinctively lifted Severin above his head, which was his way of protecting Master Cali.

As soon as Marcy turned the pass, she saw a giant ogre throw poor Severin into the river, and scoop him up to be killed on the ground, and the blood rushed to the top of her head, and she raised her hammer and rushed at the monster in desperation.

"Bang!"

Marcy slammed into the monster with all her strength. The monster didn't move, and with a "cruel" smile on his face, he would have smashed Saverin into a mess of flesh at any moment.

Anger, anxiety, and despair fueled Marcy's ferocity, her heart pulsating violently, power pouring out of her body, and the wooden hammer slamming into the monster's face. One, two, three!

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Blood splattered, and the boar fell to the ground, his face shattered.

"Boar!" Cali grabbed the pitchfork from the car and stabbed the woman frantically, "I'll kill you!"

The deformed wooden hammer came out of his hand, and a cannonball smashed into Cali's chest. Cali's sternum shattered, flew backwards, and slammed to the ground.

Time seems to be turned back, and Cali returns to his childhood.

No one in the family likes a stupid big guy who is good and useless, and neither does Cali. But he will give the boar food, and as long as the stupid big man follows him, he can show off his power in front of the other children. It wasn't until everyone knew the boar's temper that they began to bully both of them. The boar didn't know how to fight back, but he always used his body to protect Cali, and later learned to lift him above his head so that the others couldn't hit him, and then Cali was stoned badly....... No matter how much Cali insulted him and beat him, the boar just giggled and followed him...... It is unknown when Cali began to treat the boar as a brother, although he never recognized it as his brother.

"Boar ......" Cali scrambled towards the motionless giant man, his consciousness sliding into the dark abyss, vomiting blood from his mouth.

Severin's chest heaved and heaved, he was already out of breath, and he clutched eight copper coins tightly in his hand.

He just called my mom yesterday...... Looking at her adopted son who was skinned, Marcy couldn't help but kneel on the ground and cry.

The crowd gradually gathered around, and there was a lot of discussion, but no one paid attention to the two people in the shade of the trees not far away.

"Such injuries can only be saved by His Majesty's personal Great Recovery Technique. Tournans said.

"I'm not a pope now, I'm an observer. Clement put his hands behind his back and said flatly: "Observe their contentment, joy, jealousy, anger, strife, sorrow, despair, and death....... observe the root cause behind this, observe Viscount Randall's response, and observe our future." ”

Turnans said hesitantly: "I didn't expect this woman to be further violent, if Viscount Randall bypasses her and cultivates me to redesign the secret form, she will be the second Nelson in the future." ”

"The Martial Arts Secret Form is an important gain for us, do you want me to hand it over to Viscount Randall completely?" asked Turnans.

"It's up to Victor's choice. Clement smiled slightly, and said, "Miller won't intervene, will he?"

"I've already hinted at him. Turnans said with a solemn expression.

Clement asked uneasily, "What did you imply?"

"I ...... I told Miller that there was not enough medicine in the church, and that the priest should not abandon the virtue of labor! He was kicked out by me to collect medicine....... no one else could find a priest in the church. Tournans touched his shiny head and said, "Even if Miller is here, he won't be able to save them." ”

Clementa nodded and said, "The divine right belongs to the church, and the power belongs to the lord, and we have no reason to interfere with Victor's judicial power. ”

"Uh...... His Majesty...... ...... over there," Tournans glared at as he pointed to the hills not far away.

Clement followed Tournans's finger and saw an old man with a basket on his back and a thick linen clergyman's robe, running down the hill.

"Get out of the way!" the old priest yelled as he ran, and the onlookers quickly moved out of the way.

"Great, Father Miller is here. ”

"Get out of the way!"

"Great! Now they're saved. ”

The Pope and the First Paladin looked at each other, and Miller walked in, raised his hands and chanted: "The Lord says, hurt away from the believer." White-gold runes emerged from his fingertips, shining with divine brilliance.

The platinum rune split into three, flying towards Kali, the Boar, and Severin, and the injuries of the three men healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Miracles!"

"Praise be to the Most High, and may the light of the Lord shine forever on the earth." The people knelt down and sang in unison.

"Level 2 healing! how is this possible?!" Turnans exclaimed.

"Divine Favor...... Is it already this point?" Clement whispered, looking up, his eyes already white-golden.

Level 5 True Vision allows any otherworldly being to be hidden, whether knights, otherworldly beings, or wizards, they will be exposed to the eyes of the caster.

"How so?" said Clement, his eyes back to normal, incredulous.

The Pope himself was not sure that he could save three dying people at the same time, and Miller was able to easily do so with only a second-level healing technique. Clement would not be surprised if the Holy Power in Miller's body was more dazzling than the Pope, but his Holy Tattoo was only second-level, and although the Holy Power was pure, it was dim and irrelevant, like a candle flame that was about to be extinguished.

How could a god who was about to be destroyed have such power?!