Dominate the universal power...What's wrong with Akerry's village?

The farmers who started working again behind him turned into small figures, their voices were already silent, and Playa was still absent from her mind and frowned tightly.

Did they have hallucinations day and night? Or did these farmers suddenly faint together?

…or…or…or…

The hard work has finally paid off?

Until this moment, Playa was still not sure whether she was awake.

This is normal. It has been three years since I arrived in Akerri Village. Outside the church, this is the first time that Playa has heard the farmers accurately recite the holy words, and it is also the first time that the pastor has seen the villagers listening to their teachings with all their concentration.

With such a sudden change, Playa's head turned rapidly, and his mind inevitably became more dispersed, and his already empty steps became even more erratic.

In this way, he thought and walked slowly along the way, climbed through several small slopes, bypassed several bushes, and walked through a depression, and didn't know whether he had a barrier or stepped on a landslide. Suddenly, Playa tilted his right foot, staggered suddenly, and rushed out a few steps. The priest suddenly came back to his senses, but he had only had time to scream. His body, which had no hope of restoring balance, had already pounced straight towards the mud, and the dark mud and water came quickly towards him.

Oops! My robe...

No, my parchment!

I realized this most precious thing instantly, and the priest's arms, which had been swinging quickly, instantly retracted, tightly protecting the small bags stacked in blocks on his chest, while closing his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth tightly, and trying hard to open his head. His muscles suddenly tense, and he mobilized urgently all over his body to prepare for the upcoming collision quickly.

After completing all this, Praia's body was extremely tilted, and the tip of her nose could already smell the rich sour smell of mud and sewage. The moment she closed her eyes, Praia's chest immediately shook suddenly. After a strong collision, her body suddenly stopped.

So light?

Huh? Is this wrong? No sound of water? No mud?

I just felt something was wrong and before I could react, the priest felt the impact on his chest, and suddenly a powerful force came from holding Playa's tilted body and rising rapidly.

When the pastor opened his eyes again, his whole body was standing firmly again.

At this time, the terrified Praia realized that at some point, her hands grabbed the two dark arms tightly, and these two dark arms were straight in front of her chest.

Straight to your chest?

Who? Who helped me?

The pastor just turned this thought into his mind, and a sudden breath came from beside him: "Old...Old...Ho...Ho...Ho...Ho...Ho...Ho...Ho...Be careful..."

This is……

Alta's voice?

Playa turned her head quickly, and sure enough, Alta, who was half bald on her head, was standing on her right side, her face was flushed and her forehead was sweating. She was breathing rapidly while staring at herself with concern:

"Old... Master... This... Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... It's raining a lot in a few days. Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... the road is very slippery, very... Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... Hu... It's easy to fall..."

"Yes... it's so easy..." While wiping the sweat from the forehead with lingering fear, he quickly touched his chest and felt a hard stack lying in his arms. The pastor breathed a long sigh: "It almost fell into it... Fortunately, it's okay... are you okay? Why are you breathing so hard?"

"I... didn't...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...you...you're fine...you're fine..."

"I'm fine, you can take a break and stop talking..."

"well……"

The priest waved his hand and signaled that Alta didn't need to continue to answer. After a while, when Alta's chest was no longer violent, the priest's pale face also regained a little bloody color: "Alta, fortunately you are here this time, otherwise I would have to stay out of bed for another three days..."

"But..." Speaking of this, the priest pointed behind him, with some doubts: "...Arta, I walked all the way just now and seemed to have never seen anyone... Are you working here? When did you see me?"

"Old... Master..." After a while, Alta stopped breathing, but due to cramping and nervousness, the thin farmer still spoke a little intermittently: "Just... I just worked in the field above... I saw you... coming here, and I wanted to come and tell you that the road here is slippery... When I came here... I had time to say... you... just..."

The pastor smiled and continued, "I fell down..."

"No...No...you stepped on the stone, I ran...and came over..."

"Run? Come over?" The priest frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered Alta's sudden breathing before. Playa's smile immediately froze: "...Arta, where were you when I stepped on the stone?"

"I'm...I'm..."

Hearing this question, Alta frowned, looked around and pondered, "I" for a long time, but there was nothing "in" there.

Looking around and looking carefully, after a long time, Alta's eyes lit up and his right hand quickly pointed to somewhere. The voice was filled with joy that he had finally gained something after working hard for a long time: "...I've found it there! I'm there!"

"There!" There was no relaxation of Alta at all, and Playa's voice was filled with shock.

Following the farmer's dark arms and rough fingers, Alta pointed to the position, at least a dozen steps away from Playa.

It was not until this time that Playa noticed that four deep footprints were left on the muddy ground from where Alta pointed and where she was now standing.

The deep meaning is that these four footprints, or the edges and bottoms of these four deep pits, can be clearly seen in the dark mud in the inner layer. Just from here, we can fully see what kind of power was used when we stepped on these four footprints.

With such a long distance and such a short time, Praia fully understood why Arta was breathing so fiercely, and even was still a little hurrying until now.

"Old...Master..."

The priest beside him frowned deeply, and hesitated for a long time. After hesitating for a long time, Alta finally asked carefully: "Master...what are you? Just now... I tried too hard just now? Did I grab you?"

"No, absolutely not!" Playa shook her head vigorously: "Nothing at all!"

Taking a deep breath and spitting out a long time, Playa patted Alta's shoulder, and her voice was very emotional: "Alta... you are very good, I remember you!"

"You... do you remember me? I'm Alta, you know... no, you remember!"

"Haha... Remember, remember!" The priest laughed out loud and patted Alta on the shoulder again, "Okay, thank you, Alta, go to work..."

"Okay, lord, I'm going..." Turning around, Alta took two steps, quickly turned back: "By the way, lord, the road above is also very slippery... Also, after passing the slope of the Holy Talisman, the soil has been very loose these days... And, somehow, there are many thorns in the land of Thold by the stream... And..."

"Forget it, forget it..." The pastor waved his hand quickly, "I can't go there anymore... The time is almost over, I'd better go back to the church to prepare for morning prayer..."

"Go back? If you go back..." Alta followed again: "It's not easy to walk back... There are two trees falling down in front, and you have to climb over... The cow stepped on the mountain a while ago, and it was full of mud... and... and... and..."

"Forget it!" At the end of the conversation, Alta simply clapped his hands: "There is nothing to work in the field. I'm going to go to the east of the village to borrow my uncle's plowing ox... Master... Let me go back with you..."

Fifty-seven Good People (Part 2)

"…Master…I'll go back with you?"

"Go back together...?" Praia looked up and down at Alta, and was a little surprised.

"Yes, let's go together... The work in the field here is almost done, and I just happened to go home... I went to the east of the village to borrow the oxen from my uncle's house..."

"The work in the field...is almost done?" Hearing this, Playa couldn't help but look at Alta up and down again.

It is obvious that Alta knows almost nothing about the skills of lying---

Even if I didn't notice the robe sleeves and the mud on my face of the farmer opposite, I didn't see the plow cart that had not yet reached halfway through the ground; just the obvious unnatural expression on the farmer's face, and the worried look when I looked back several times, the pastor was completely sure that "the work in the field here" had never been done, and "returning to the village with myself" was not "by the way".

"No……"

Wait for a moment...

"No need" Just as the first syllable was spit out, Playa suddenly paused slightly:

A moment ago, I just stepped on the air, and although I didn't really fall into the mud, my legs were still a little weak until now. Moreover, it was indeed not too early, and there were extremely important three-page parchment rolls in my arms...

After a little consideration, the pastor felt that it was better to be careful. It seemed that there was no harm in letting Alta accompany him back to the village...

As for the work that Alta was delayed, Playa smiled slightly. If Andre had not lie, Alta would not have to make up for the extra time. He just needed to wait for early prayer and ask Los to see the Alta's house to see the oxen. The farmer must have been grateful enough.

Making a quick decision, Playa looked at the far away first, then nodded, patted Alta's shoulder, "Okay, you go back and pack up the plow truck first... Let's go back to the village together..."

You can go and clean up the plow truck first... Alta's eyes lit up immediately: "Okay, please wait for me for a while... and come soon..."

The speed of "immediately" was quite fast. After a while, a wooden shovel and a wooden hoe were hung on the left shoulder and a plow cart on the right shoulder. Alta returned to the priest. The two of them set out onto the path back to the village together.

I stared at the road under my feet and walked carefully. After only a short while, the pastor realized how lucky I was just now. I took absent-mindedly all the way, and I actually walked to the west of the village peacefully before the first situation occurred. I finally understood how difficult it is to walk under my feet, the slippery and muddy roads, the bumpy water, and the small paths full of thorns and stones...

With such a path, Playa naturally no longer has the mood to talk and no time to take care of her.

He focused on choosing his feet on the ground, walked around two hills, climbed up a gentle slope, and passed through a large bush of woods. After a long time, when he suddenly became clear in front of him, finally, Alta next to him suddenly breathed a long sigh, and his tense face began to relax, and his expression became much more relaxed.

What's wrong here?

The priest was a little strange. He looked around and saw that there were still rolling hills in front and strips of fields around him.

What's wrong?

Before Playa could ask questions, Alta wiped his sweat and finally removed the pastor's arm that had been consciously or unintentionally placing it behind the pastor, ready to hold the pastor's arm at any time.

"Okay, lord..." A sense of ease came out of Alta's voice: "At this point, the hard road is almost the same..."

“A hard road?”

"Yes! It's all the fault of the cowherd!" Alta showed a look of hatred and pointed behind him: "The road nearby was easy to walk, but it turned out that it was not that bad. It was just a few days ago that the damn Brown drove the cows in the village everywhere and stepped on them to what they are now..."

"Here..." Playa raised her eyebrows and looked around, "Is this the place where oxen plowing in the village?"

"Yes, don't you know... By the way... you haven't come here... I have to wonder if..."

Alta raised his right hand, "Master... Look, the hillside farther ahead is where Green fell. The most difficult turn just now was the bad road that Brown stepped on with herd of cattle. Now where we are standing, Baker hits the stone... and..."

Alta raised his arm higher and pointed far forward: "Look there... my cow hurt his hoof when he passed there..."

"So..." Praia thought about it, and couldn't help but wonder, "In this case, isn't we the most accidents in oxen and the most dangerous roads? Why is it almost the hard road to walk here?"

"It was indeed like this..." Alta nodded affirmatively: "At the beginning, there was no way to get down here. There were mud and big pits everywhere. It slipped down the slope inadvertently. Several neighbors fell all over the mud here..."

"But..." As he said, Alta pulled out a few stones from the side of the road and filled a small puddle in front: "For the blessing of the farming officer, two days ago, the old William's family borrowed three oxen. When he returned home after plowing the land in the east, he dug some stones from the stream and dragged them here..."

"Have the road been repaired?" the pastor asked quickly, unable to wait.

"Most of the repairs..." Alta nodded: "Put down the stone and put it a little, and it will take half an morning to go. It's all work. Old William doesn't have much time... The rest of the work, anyway, has dragged the stones to the side. When we walked here, we picked it up, filled it up, and got it a few times, and it was almost the same..."
To be continued...