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On the morning of December 6th, Bridge South District, Harvest Church.

"Father, please save my daughter......" The young but vicissitudes of life parents knelt before the emblem of Mother Earth God, but looked at Emlyn White with sad eyes, "Please save our daughter, she has only survived five springs." ”

Emlyn, dressed in the same style of priest's robe as Utrawski's, clasped hands and looked at the little girl who had been placed in front of him.

Drowsiness, high body fever, cough, loss of appetite...... Although they were all simple and common diseases, he, an experienced "pharmacist", could see at a glance that the other party was just a high fever caused by a severe cold, but in the expectant eyes of the other party's parents, Emlyn simply asked about the other party's condition, and then squatted down, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the little girl's eyelids to confirm.

"Don't worry, it's just a fever."

"But she was fine the day before yesterday......"

"It's just a fever."

Emlyn comforted them, but he also knew their true intentions, so he said directly to the assistant behind him:

"A potion for a high fever."

"Okay!"

The assistant replied loudly. On the side of the church, in the open space prepared for the rows of pews, a young man in a clerical robe was standing in the center of several large boiling iron pots, sometimes throwing herbs into different large iron pots, supplemented by a certain amount of stirring.

The iron pot burned a strong smell of medicinal herbs, and the white steam made the temperature of the entire church a little higher than the outside.

The assistant's sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong, strong arms.

He diligently stirred the contents of each iron pot with a long-handled spoon, so that the different medicines were boiled, incinerated, and fused together. The smell of the mixture of potions was so pungent that it was hard to get used to even a long time in the church, but both the assistant and Emlyn were used to it.

After all the ingredients prepared in advance were put away, he waited patiently for another ten minutes before scooping up the brown and black liquid inside with an iron spoon and putting it into the container brought by the parents next to him.

The sticky, pungent black potion only took up the container, and the assistant walked to the sink with the bowl and took a large amount of water under the faucet, brewing the bottle into a common fever reducer in pharmacies.

Pharmacies or clinics now sell for 5 szuler, 10 pence, a small bottle of 70 ml.

Ordinary people will pour the medicine into the water and drink it slowly several times, not daring to really take the most effective dose according to the doctor's instructions, and just such a little bit is already half of the weekly salary of an ordinary worker, obviously not all people can afford it.

After confirming that there was no problem with the overdose, the assistant quickly delivered the bottle to the patient's parents, who were waiting expectantly.

"Drink it in five portions." The assistant advised, "Don't save, otherwise the child will fall ill." ”

The parents thanked the priest and the assistant, who said:

"The fever is not a very serious illness, and dragging it at home is not good for the child, so let's go to the clinic next time."

"Yes, we'll go......"

The mother picked up the child and did not answer, while the father's face showed a trace of helplessness and embarrassment. After thanking Emlyn and his assistant again, they left the Harvest Chapel with the child and the potion.

The assistant sighed and didn't say anything.

The medicines made by "doctors" like him were countless times better than those sold in outside pharmaceutical factories, and the herbs allocated to them by the church were enough to make hundreds of medicines. Of course, he could understand the idea that some civilians and poor people who could not afford to buy medicine and could not afford to be sick had to come to the church to ask for free treatment and medicines, but in the long run, he was still a little worried about the church and his new boss.

The renovation and expansion of the Harvest Church is almost over, but the furniture and corresponding ceremonial items have not yet been fully placed.

Only the left part of the chair used to pray for the faithful was fitted with some people praying - after Fenerport gave Rune food and manpower aid, many people began to worship and listen to the teachings of Mother Earth God out of gratitude - the open space and wall on the right side were crowded with one Fenerport man after another.

Some of them were scrambling to close their eyes and rest, while others were watching the Rune people who were asking for free treatment. They also didn't mind the pungent smell of the priests' potions, which in a foreign country would allow them to regain some of their home-home feelings.

Emlyn returned to the storage room, took out some glasses and bowls, and placed them next to the large white steam kettle in the church.

"There's medicinal tea here to warm up."

He told those praying and warming themselves in the church, whether they were Fenerporters or not: "Everybody can drink for free." ”

With that, Emlyn turned and walked to the first row of prayer seats on the left and sat down.

He closed his eyes, interlaced his fingers against the tip of his nose, and began to pray silently to the Mother Goddess in his heart.

The people of Fenerport had a natural affection for the priests of their own faith, and while the Rune were still hesitating, they had already risen and quietly formed a long line in front of the kettle.

At the top of the line was a middle-aged man with a sallow face, who poured most of the light yellow medicinal tea from a clean glass, put it to his mouth and blew it, and then gulped a large gulp.

He exhaled a hot breath, his face became a little ruddy, and he licked his lips, and he said to Emlin gratefully:

"Thank you so much, Father White, I feel better and a little stronger!"

Emlyn closed the prayer for a moment and smiled businessily: "I just did a very small thing, not worthy of thanks, praise for the merciful mother. ”

"Praise be to the Mother Goddess!" The middle-aged man said, washing the glass and putting it back to the kettle.

One by one, the people in the back stepped forward and drank the diluted tea made with ginger slices and other herbs, and then expressed their gratitude to Father White and Mother Goddess.

After about ten minutes, the assistant finished cooking the pots of medicinal herbs at hand, walked up to Emlin's side, and whispered:

"Father, there are more people coming for help than we thought, and there will be more to come, do we need to apply to the church for two more pastors, or organize some volunteers to help?"

Emlyn snorted, "No one has that much time to do free labor. ”

"I understood that the church's funds could hire two temporary workers a day, and the salary was paid on a daily basis." The assistant nodded, and then he added, "Father, I didn't expect you to receive disparates, only two or three of the patients who came to ask for help today are believers in the Mother Goddess, and they didn't even do their homework before they came to ask for help, and they even stumbled over the words of their mother's prayers. ”

Hearing this, Emlyn was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, this sentence makes me feel a little nostalgic." It occurred to Emlyn that just a year earlier, at the end of last year's "Great Smog of Beckland", he had also worked with Utravsky to take in many mildly ill patients affected by the plague and provide them with timely treatment, and at that time, he had asked something similar. And how did Utravsky answer him at that time?

"They are also lives." Emlyn said carelessly, "Medicinal herbs are far cheaper than medicines, and perhaps a rescue will make them realize their mother's kindness, and they will be grateful for the kindness of their mother in their hearts, and that will be enough." ”

"Praise Mother, and praise you for your kindness."

The assistant made a gesture of holding the baby in his arms, he looked at the boss, who was younger than him in appearance, and said with a smile:

"Father, the consumption rate of medicinal herbs is a bit fast, I am the 'Harvest Priest', I want to open up a small plot of land in the backyard of the church to grow medicinal herbs and slow down the consumption rate, do you think it's okay?"

"Whatever you want." Emlin said, "You're right, we're going to have more people to ...... later."

……

"Old man, if you go in this direction, there's Trier in front of you, right?"

Leonard looked at the newspaper in his hand: "I also asked on the way, now Trier's railway system is still being improved and upgraded, and Trier has not opened a route to 'Diran', is it necessary for us to pass through Trier?" Or just bypass it and go from somewhere else? ”

"I also asked the port, and if you take domestic shipping from here, you can stay comfortably on the ship for a few days and go directly to 'Dilan'."

Parles was silent for a while, then said:

"You can decide for yourself."

"There's a 'fool' aura in Trier like you, presumably the other children of your pre-god council."

"Anyone else in Trier, too?" Leonard came to his senses and hurriedly asked, "Who is it?" ”

"Here's a hint – Bethel Abraham is now back in the Abraham family."

"Bethel Abraham? You mean Mr. 'Gate'...... This being returned to the House of Abraham...... Oh! There is also a person in the Tarot Society who is closely related to the Abrahamic family, and you mean that Ms. 'Magician' is now a guest in Trier? ”

Leonard thought for a moment before he thought of the answer, and when he heard the old man in his head snort, he knew he had guessed correctly.

Although he answered correctly, Leonard and Ms. "Magician" did not have any friendship and were not very familiar with each other, and they did not even remember each other's names. Therefore, he had no intention of visiting the other party and the Abrahams in Trier—he felt that the old man would not let him go, after all, they were not sure if Mr. "Men" would take the weak, pitiful and helpless Sequence 2 Pales with ease.

"And who else but her?" Leonard asked again.

Parles decrypted the answer, but seeing that the other party was near the church of the Creator, he did not intend to answer.

"Another ...... In your pre-divine council there are 'secret prayer men' and 'sailors'...... Are the women of those five paths extraordinary? ”

"You're talking about Miss 'Justice.'" Leonard recalled and found that he was not familiar with this young lady, but only deduced that the other party was most likely Audrey Hall through some physical characteristics and identity habits.

Since there are no familiar people, there is no need to say hello. After all, it's Monday, so what if we have a meeting this afternoon...... Even if there is no meeting, and Mr. "Fool" says that the meeting will be restarted, then he and others can still see it, and there is no need to visit now.

Leonard thought about it and made up his mind.

"Let's go straight to the castle by water." He said, "Let's go and see who the 'fellow traveler' you are talking about." ”

……

The preparation for creating a secret puppet town was quite tedious and tedious, at least that's what Klein had thought.

Due to the speed at which Ulorius reported the error, it was inconvenient for Crane to take him to the Source Castle, so he had to return to the Source Castle to rest first, and temporarily arranged for a secret puppet to carry part of his spirit to work with Ulropes.

In the large, brand-new, empty library that had not even had a book a minute earlier, Crane's puppet sat on one side of the table, and Ulorius sat on the other side of the table, Crane took an absorbent pen and wrote the name, age, and fate of each puppet on ordinary paper, while letting the "spirit worms" emerge from their bodies and reorganize into one doppelganger after another.

Some of these Cranes sat on the floor, some took food out of historical projections, some tried to turn other doppelgangers into their secret puppets to help them work, some tried to lure Ulorius to become their subordinates, and some embodied their beds and lay down......

Then, they separately gathered different professional books from the clutter pile and read them carefully.

These are the expertise that different secret couples need to master, so that they can play their role well and make him authentic enough in every way, even if they talk and interact deeply with outsiders, without revealing problems.

If you just memorize this knowledge, there is no difficulty for Klein.

And this time, he also cleverly chose a large number of people who had just died to become his secret puppets directly, and they had their own identities before they were alive, which also made Klein more directional.

But he must really master and be able to apply it, and he must not let a burly and sturdy low-paid wrench blurt out how effective such and such a skin care product is moisturizing, and what are the defects of such and such silk—if such a situation were to occur in a play, an opera, it might create a peculiar attraction, which can be put into reality, but it is obviously distorted, which is not conducive to the advancement of the ritual.

"How to Make Fine Wine", "Train Scheduling", "Dessert Making" ......

"Manual for the Repair of Gas Wall Lamps, Gas Meters and Various Household Machinery", "Dixi Gastronomy", "Legal Basis", "Ladies of Aesthetics", "Self-cultivation of the Clergy", ......

Klein quickly divided different doppelgangers into different majors like a university branch, and then let the secret puppet in charge of this major manage all the related secret puppets - after all, knowledge is common, and even if there is some confusion, there will not be too many mistakes, which are all small errors within the scope of permission.

Fortunately, there are not too many people in a town who really need to have in-depth knowledge of the corresponding knowledge, and most of the residents are semi-literate, or even truly illiterate, relying on experience to live a miserable life.

For these roles, Klein has a lot less to learn, like workers who go to the assembly line with little or no training.

Urorius watched the identities of each of the secret puppets that Crane had concocted, shaping their fate.

Occasionally, He asked Klein for advice:

"Does this man's fate need more embellishment? From a human point of view, his life was tragic. ”

A few of the Kleins who were immersed in hard reading raised their heads, some felt that they could give the other party's fate some turnaround, and some thought that there was no need to revise it, and finally Crane, as the main body, tossed a coin and decided that his fate would take a turn.

After a while, when the sunlight outside the window completely disappeared and the stars in the sky could be seen through the glass, Klein finally completed the fate and identity of all the people in the entire utopia.

"Angels of Destiny" wrote the fates of nearly 30,000 people in five hours at a moderate pace.

Crane looked at the mountain of papers on the table and sighed bitterly:

"It's like directing a mega movie! And the screenwriter is me, the lighting engineer is me, the prop master is me, the makeup artist is me, and all the actors are also my ......."

With Ulorius' help, Crane did feel like his efficiency had increased countless times.

After all, if you let the sometimes sober and sometimes confused ontology do this work, I am afraid that it will turn Utopia into the same sophist paradise as before.

"Well, there is a problem that must be paid attention to in the operation of the secret puppet town: although I am personally a polite and cultivated gentleman, most of the residents in a town are low-level, and whether they speak or behave, they will be vulgar...... can't hold it when playing, and you can't break through the psychological barrier. But after dawn, I will control outsiders to enter the utopia by chance, so I must do ......" Crane sighed silently, letting the surrounding doppelgangers disintegrate into "spirit worms", allowing the "spirit worms" to burrow back into his body.

And the Klein "secret couple" who is the main body is ready to return to the source castle with this knowledge and return to the ontology.

Before leaving, he looked at Ulorius and blurted out a question:

"What role do you want to play in a utopia? To be clear, I will not let the sign of God appear in utopia. ”

Ulorius was silent for a moment and asked:

"So, is it okay to turn the cross?"

TBC

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The wind slapped against the glass window, and the two of them were silent for a few seconds at the same time.

Klein said, "Yes. ”

(End of chapter)