John/Playa/Akford has been bothered recently.

Autumn is coming soon.

Drinking the last sip of water in the cup, John/Playa/Akford held the wooden bowl and sighed silently.

Autumn is approaching, and when the deacons are about to patrol the parish, Praia is upset when she thinks of this.

In the past two autumns, Playa has received the parish deacon twice, which is enough to understand that this big nose who will soon be back is not a good person, but this troublesome person has enough weight to deeply influence his future through the third inspection.

"Pastor, the stream is ready..."

A low call came from the door, and Playa nodded gently, put down the wooden cup, and left the cottage.

Rev. John, Rev. Playa, Rev. Akford...

Pastor...

Praia smiled bitterly. When the villagers called him this every day, Praia sometimes felt a little embarrassed because her identity was actually just a senile maid. Only through the recognition of the third inspection can she truly obtain the divine quality.

But now it seems that this inspection may require your family to pay an additional price.

Praia knew very well that this result could not be entirely attributed to Big Nose's meanness and sternness. Every time she asked herself, Praia also understood quite well that her achievements in hosting this church were indeed not outstanding, and she could not even be said to be completely competent without being too picky.

But, can I blame this?

It has been three years since I came to Akeli, a remote village. The excitement and passion that had just put on the robe had long dissipated. Faced with the numb villagers and the poor life all day long, Praia was exhausted and felt deeply frustrated: the pretended piety that was still pretended piety, the foolish villagers still could not understand the preaching, and the tithe that was originally unable to be completed successfully is still the same lack of weight.

In a word, three years ago, what was the faith and dedication in the village, and what was the faith and dedication in the present, there was almost no change.

After working hard for so long, there is almost no effect or effect.

Such a result made Playa doubt the choice he made back then.

"priest……"

Another low call, Playa came to his senses and had walked into the church. A small cauldron of streams was set in front of him. Andrei was raising his head and looking at him.

Pray early.

Playa sighed silently again, took out the divine scripture and prepared to start his daily homework.

At this time, the entrance of the church darkened slightly, and a small black shadow flashed in.

kindness?

Playa turned around and beside the church door, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy stood on the right side of a pillar, stroked his right hand and looked quietly at the position of the altar.

This is a very standard prayer posture, Playa nodded slightly.

The church does not prohibit villagers from entering, but the villagers are short of time and labor, and rarely have time to come to the church, especially when there is no sacred food or any other benefits, and they will not waste time in them.

But now the guy who came in was a young man who was not very troubled yet. He probably had no place to go for games, so he felt curious or walked by, so he walked in and rested.

This is the youngest son of old William. Playa remembers this child, whose name is Los. Recently, for some reason, he washes his face and clothes all day and makes himself clean, which is not annoying.

Little Los' posture was very accurate and quiet. Playa ignored it and turned around and continued to prepare for early prayer.

There was not much preparation. A few minutes later, Playa opened the classics made of thick parchment scrolls and began to recite with Andre to praise the great master.

This process lasted for more than ten minutes. Andrey knocked the chime, Praia closed the divine scripture, picked up the altar, and replaced it with the stream water that he had just received in the morning, and the morning prayer was over.

Completed this necessary work every day, Playa turned out another thick book, also made of parchment rolls, and signaled Andre to sit on a bench and start teaching today's lesson.

This is also a job that cannot be careless.

Speaking of which, whether in life or experience, Andrey was very similar to himself. He was the second son of a knight. He was sent to the priest to study theology at a young age, and then he found a way to find a divine product when he grew up.

It is probably because of this similarity that Playa teaches very hard every day, and at this time he quickly sinks into the content he teaches.

Time passed quickly, about twenty minutes later, the day's morning class was over, Playa closed the books, and Andrei also stood up. At this time, a slight movement at the door of the church suddenly moved slightly, and Little Los walked out of the church gently.

Only then did Playa realize that Old William's youngest son had only left quietly until now.

Will you be curious about theology courses that you can't understand at all?

Playa finds it a little strange.

The next day was a sunny day. The three roosters near the church near Chiracer's house started calling early in the morning, which made Playa wake up one or two hours earlier than usual.

After looking at the sundial beside the side door of the church, it was still early to pray. Playa got up, slowly walked out of the church, and walked onto the village path.

Perhaps it was still early, or perhaps because he was thinking about the third inspection that was approaching and the tithe tax was soon to be imposed again, Playa walked a long way, and walked slowly and thought of a few commandments to persuade him to pay the tithe tax honestly, Playa found that he had unknowingly walked to the wooden bridge west of the village.

This is an old trouble in Aikeli village. It was about the time and time. Due to the rain on both sides of the river, the wooden bridge made of two logs is always unstable on one side, and it is very difficult to walk on. At the same time, because the soil on both sides is very soft, several villagers living nearby have repaired it several times and have no effect.

Just as I was thinking this, a villager with grass on the other side of the stream suddenly walked over to the wooden bridge. The villagers did not step on the log on the right as before, and walked over steadily. The whole process was easy and the wooden bridge did not shake at all.

Playa couldn't help but say "Huh".

At this time, the villagers had already walked across the wooden bridge. When they heard the sound, the villagers looked up and saw Playa. They quickly bowed respectfully and called Master.

"Ri'an, Avilia..."

Playa stroked her right hand and thought of the villagers coming over, she asked curiously, "When did this wooden bridge be repaired?"

Avilia is a very well-educated inferior man. When talking to the pastor, she honestly lowered her head and looked at her toes, "I was repaired yesterday."

"Did you fix it?"

"No, lord." Avilia shook her head, "I didn't build a bridge, and I don't know who it was, but Adra told me that when I passed by yesterday morning yesterday, the children of the old William's family were here, and it seemed that there were a lot of stones coming from below."

"Okay, I get it. Go, Avilia." Playa waved his hand and mercifully allowed the inferior to do his job. Then he slowly walked to the wooden bridge and looked at the originally shaking log. He could easily see several stones compacted by the soil from beside it.

Moving stones? Can Little Loss build a bridge?

Playa finds it a little strange.

Chapter 19 Pastor (Part 2)

After taking a walk, he returned to the church. It was soon time for morning prayer. Andre took the stream and finished the preparations. The door of the church darkened slightly again. Playa raised his head, and Little Los stood next to the pillar, stroked his right hand and lowered his head slightly.

oh?

Playa paused slightly, but she was about to pray early, and Little Los was also very quiet. Playa opened the thick classics without any choice.

In the next few days, every time Playa Demother started his morning prayer, he could see Little Los standing quietly beside the pillars, and when Playa and Andre finished their teaching courses, they quietly left again.

Playa felt it became more and more strange.

However, despite this, Playa never spoke up and said a word to Little Los.

Because this situation is not the first time, when I first arrived at Akerri Village, Playa also met several villagers who came to attend morning prayers every day. However, when Playa began to get close to the villagers, I realized that these little cunning villagers just wanted to get some benefits from themselves.

To serve the Lord and pray honestly is the most basic obligation of every lamb, and there is no reason to receive any special preferential treatment.

Although he did not think that a child like Little Los, who was only thirteen or fourteen, had such a scheming, Playa was not ready to be happy and encouraged by it and looked at him with a different eye.

Moreover, children are always a little strange. They participate in morning prayers for several days in a row, perhaps because they are curious or pretending. Playa doesn't want to be disappointed soon. What's more, if Little Los is truly close to the Lord and serves sincerely, the Lord will naturally bless Little Los and take good care of him.

Dominate the omnipotent.

Playa gently pressed the shoulders on both sides.

Another afternoon, the sun began to slowly set the mountain. Playa sat on the bench near the middle of the church, staring at the altar in a flat manner, and sitting silently. A villager walked in quietly.

"Master Pastor."

Playa slowly turned around: "Ri'an, Wolf, what's the matter?"

"Master, Master..." Wolf was stared at by a master, and his right hand couldn't help but put his right hand on the bench next to him.

"Cough..." Playa coughed gently.

Wolf immediately remembered that the church tables and chairs could only be touched by a lowly person like him on very important occasions. He quickly took his right hand back and rubbed them awkwardly, "Pastor, my wife fell into the water last night. She started talking nonsense this morning and never woke up. She asked the master to give him holy water."

"It is the Lord who gave the holy water."

Playa was used to the villagers' nonsense and random understanding. She shook her head helplessly. Playa walked to the altar, took out the divine scripture, chanted for a few minutes, took out a small spoon, scooped out a cup of holy water from the altar, and poured it into a small wooden bowl that Wolf respectfully held next to her.

"Mastering omnipotence." Wolf bowed, slowly turned his body back, ready to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Wolf turned around and the pastor pointed to the rake that Wolf held in his right hand, "We should have harvested the forage these days, why are you still using this? Is the sickle broken again? There are still a few churches that can be loaned to you for use."

Speaking of this, Wolf's originally sad face improved a little, "Thank you, Master, I had finished cutting the grass yesterday. My sickle is fine. I brought this to get rid of the thorns on the west side."

"The thorns on the west side?" Playa recalled, and soon remembered that there were several stubborn thorns on the west side of the village. They could not be cut off by the knife, could not be dug out, and could not be pulled out. The pastor looked at Wolff's rake in confusion: "Can you use this to get rid of them?"

"It can't be removed." Wolf shook his head quickly, "This is just to gather the weeds and leaves. The old William's little Loss thought of a way, piled up a few piles of grass, digged a few holes, set fire to several places at the same time, so that they could burn them. The thorns in their fields had been burned for several days and had not grown any more."

It's Loss again?

"Okay, I get it, you go, Wolf." Playa waved her hand, and began to feel a little strange again, and at the same time, she also quietly became more curious.

This quietly aroused emotion suddenly grew to its highest level as it approached the evening.

At that time, Andre began to prepare dinner, and Playa began a routine walk before meals. When he walked to the east of the village, he was about to walk to the worst section of the entire village, the pastor was surprised to see Holset, Freeman, and Richard leading his sons to hold stones, shovel the soil, and occupy the road with sweat.

Seeing the leisurely pastor, more than a dozen people stopped quickly and bent down and bowed.

"Old Holt, what are you doing?"

"Master." Holset reached out and raised his hand to the top of his bald head, and took off the hood that did not exist at this time. "We will repair the road before it's time to eat."
To be continued...