Kidnapping All Mankind

Chapter 22: pastor

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John/Playa/Ackford have been annoying lately.

Autumn is almost here.

After drinking the last sip of water in the glass, John/Praya/Ackford held the wooden bowl and sighed silently.

As autumn was approaching and the parish deacon was approaching the time of his rounds of the parish, Praia was disturbed by this thought.

Playa had received the parish deacon twice in the past two autumns, enough to know that the big-nosed man who was coming again soon was not really a pleasant character, and that this troublesome character was There is enough weight to profoundly affect your own future through the third tour.

"Pastor, the stream is ready..."

There was a low call from the door, Praia nodded gently, put down the wooden cup, and left the hut.

Pastor John, Pastor Playa, Pastor Ackford...

Pastor...

Praia smiled wryly, being called by the villagers every day, Praia sometimes felt a little embarrassed, because her identity was actually just a vicar, and only through the approval of the third inspection tour could she really get the god grade .

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

Praia is very clear that this result cannot be attributed to the harshness of the big nose. Every time he asks himself, Praia also understands that his achievements in presiding over this church are indeed not outstanding, and he does not even need to be too critical to say that he is not completely competent.

But can this be my fault

It has been three years since I came to the remote village of Aikeli, and the excitement and passion I had just put on the robe of God have long since dissipated. Facing the numb villagers and poor life all day long, Praia was exhausted and felt deeply frustrated: The formerly pretended piety is still pretending to be devout. The original ignorant villagers still cannot understand the sermons, and the tithes that could not be satisfactorily completed are still the same.

In a word, what was the belief and devotion of the village three years ago is the same as it is now, and there is almost no change.

After working so hard for so long, I can hardly see any effect and effect.

Such a result has to make Praia doubt the choice he made back then.

"Priest… "

With another low call, Praia came back to his senses, and he had already walked into the church. A small altar of stream water was set up in front of him, and Andre was looking up at himself.

Let's pray early.

Praia sighed silently again, took out the tome, and prepared to start the daily homework.

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

kindness

Praia turned her head, and by the door of the church, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was standing on the right side of a pillar, with his right hand on his chest, quietly looking at the altar.

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

The church does not prohibit the villagers from entering, but the villagers are short of time and have heavy work, so they rarely have time to come to the church, especially during morning prayers when there is no holy food and any other benefits, let alone waste time.

But the one who came in now was a young man who didn't have too many troubles. Probably because he didn't have any places to play, he was curious or just passed by, so he walked in to rest.

This is the youngest son of Old William. Praia remembered this child, this child was called Ross, and for some unknown reason recently, he washed his face and clothes all day long to make himself clean, and he would not be annoying.

Little Rose's posture was very accurate and very quiet. Praia ignored it and turned around to continue the preparations for the morning prayer.

There was not much preparation to be done. A few minutes later, Praia opened the tome made of thick parchment, and began to chant in harmony with Andre, praising the great master.

This process lasted for more than ten minutes, and Andre knocked on the small chime, Praia closed the scriptures, held up the altar, and replaced it with the stream water just brought in the morning, and the morning prayer came to an end.

After finishing this necessary daily work, Praia pulled out another thick book that was also made of parchment, motioned Andre to sit on the stool and began to teach today's lesson.

This is also a job that cannot be sloppy.

Speaking of which, regardless of life or experience, Andre is very similar to himself. He is the second son of a knight. He was sent to the priest to study theology at a young age, and he will find a way to find a god when he grows up.

Probably because of this similarity, Praia taught very wholeheartedly every day, and at this time quickly sank into the content of the teaching.

Time passed quickly, about 20 minutes later, the day's morning class was over, Praia closed the book, and Andre also stood up. At this time, there was a slight movement at the door of the church, and little Ross walked out up the church.

It was only then that Praia discovered that the youngest son of Old William had not left quietly until now.

Would you be curious about a theology course that you don't understand at all

Playa felt a little strange.

The next day was a sunny day, and the three roosters in the house near the church began to crow early in the morning, which made Praia wake up an hour or two earlier than usual.

Looking at the sundial by the side door of the church, it was still early for prayers, so Praia got up, slowly walked out of the church, and walked onto the path of the village.

Maybe it was still early, or maybe it was because of the imminent third patrol and the imminent imposition of tithes, Praia walked a long distance this time, walking and stopping slowly, When he came up with a few more commandments to persuade him to pay tithes honestly, Praia found himself approaching the wooden bridge on the west side of the village unknowingly.

This is an old trouble in the village of Aikeli. It is probably due to the years and the rain on both sides of the bridge. One side of this wooden bridge made of two logs is always very unstable. It was rickety and it was very difficult to walk. At the same time, because the soil on both sides was very soft, several villagers living nearby repaired it several times, but it didn't work.

Just thinking about this, a villager carrying pasture suddenly came across the stream and walked to the side of the wooden bridge. The villager did not step on the log on the right side carefully as before, but also stepped on the logs on both sides at the same time, walking steadily After getting over, the whole process was easy, and the wooden bridge didn't shake at all.

Praia couldn't help but let out a "huh".

At this time, the villagers had already walked across the wooden bridge. Hearing the sound, the villagers looked up and saw Praia, bowed respectfully and called out to the master.

"Good day, Avila..."

Playa touched his shoulder with his right hand, thinking of the villagers coming over, he asked curiously, "When did this wooden bridge be repaired?"

Avilia is a well-educated low class person. When talking to the pastor, he honestly lowered his head and looked at his toes, "Yesterday's yesterday was fixed."

"Did you fix it?"

"No, sir." Avilia shook his head, "I didn't build the bridge, and I don't know who it is, but Adela told me that when I passed by yesterday morning, the children of Old William's family were here , as if a lot of stones were moved up from below."

"Okay, I see. Let's go, Avilia." Praia waved his hand, mercifully allowing this low-class person to go about his own work, then walked slowly to the side of the wooden bridge, and took a closer look Looking at the original swaying log, it is easy to see several stones compacted by soil from its side.

Move rocks? Can Little Los build bridges

Playa felt a little strange.

Chapter Nineteen The Priest (Part 2)

After walking back to the church, it was soon time for morning prayers. Andre fetched the stream water and finished the preparations. The door of the church was slightly dark again. Touching his shoulders, he lowered his head slightly.

Oh

Praia's movements paused slightly, but the morning prayer was about to begin, and little Ross was also very quiet, so Praia flipped through the thick classics.

In the next few days, every time the Vicar of Praia began to pray in the morning, he could see little Ross standing quietly beside the column, and only quietly left when Praia and Andre finished teaching the class. go.

Playa felt more and more strange.

However, despite this, Praia has never opened his mouth to say a word to Ross Jr.

Because this is not the first time that such a situation has occurred. When I first came to the village of Akeli, Praia also met several villagers who came to participate in morning prayer every day, but I didn’t know until Praia started to get close to the villagers. These little cunning villagers just want to get a little benefit from themselves.

Serving the Lord and praying honestly are the most basic obligations of every lamb, and there is no reason for any special treatment for this.

Although I don't think that a child of only 13 or 14 years old like Ross Jr. has such scheming, Praia is not going to be happy because of this, and look at him differently.

Moreover, children are always a little strange. Attending morning prayers for several days in a row, maybe out of curiosity, maybe just pretending. Loth blesses, mercy cares.

Dominate everything.

Praia lightly pressed the shoulders on both sides respectively.

Another afternoon, when the sun began to set slowly, Praia sat on a pew near the middle of the church, looked flatly at the altar, and sat silently. A villager walked in lightly.

"Mr. Reverend."

Praia turned her head slowly: "Good day, Wolfe, what's the matter?"

"Master Pastor..." Being watched by a master, Wolfe was a little cautious, and he involuntarily put his right hand on the stool next to him.

"Cough..." Praia coughed lightly.

Wolfe immediately remembered that the tables and chairs of the church could only be touched by inferior people like himself on very important occasions. He quickly retracted his right hand and rubbed each other in embarrassment, "Master Pastor, my wife brought water last night Into the middle of the water, started talking nonsense this morning, did not wake up, begging the master to give holy water."

"It is the master who bestows the holy water."

Praia was used to the villagers' nonsense and random understanding, and he shook his head helplessly. Praia walked to the altar, took out the scriptures, chanted for a few minutes, took out a small spoon, and scooped out a cup of holy water from the altar , and poured it into a small wooden bowl that Wolf respectfully praised next to him.

"Almighty." Wolfe bowed, slowly turned his body upside down, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Wolfe turned his head, and the pastor pointed to the rake held by Wolfe's right hand, "It's time to harvest pasture these days, why do you still use this? Is the sickle broken again? The church still has a few handles, which can be lent you using."

Speaking of this, Wolfe's originally sad face turned a little better, "Thank you, master, I finished mowing the pasture yesterday, and my sickle is fine. I brought this to get rid of the thorns on the west side of the field."

"The thorns in the west?" Praia recalled, and soon remembered how many stubborn thorns there were in the west of the village. Look at Wolfe's rake: "Can you get them off with this?"

"I can't get rid of it." Wolfe shook his head quickly, "This is just a convenient way to gather weeds and leaves. Little Ross from the old William's family thought of a way to pile up a few piles of grass, dig a few holes, and place several places at the same time. They can be burned by setting fire, the thorns in their fields have been burned for several days, and they have not grown any more.”

Little Ross again

"Okay, I see, let's go, Wolfe." Praia waved his hand, and he began to feel a little strange again, and at the same time, he also quietly became more curious.

This quietly born emotion suddenly increased to the highest level when the evening approached.

At that time, Andre began to prepare dinner, and Praia began to take a routine walk before the meal. When he walked to the east of the village and was about to go to the worst part of the village, the pastor was surprised to see Holset, Freeman, Richard is leading his sons holding stones, shoveling dirt, and sweating profusely to occupy the road.

Seeing the leisurely pastor, a dozen people quickly stopped and bowed.

"Old Holt, what are you doing?"

"Master." Holset raised his hand to the top of his half-bald head, and took off the hood that didn't exist at this time. "Before it's time for dinner, let's repair the road."

"Road repair?"

Although there are only a dozen steps on the road, so many people working together will probably not take much work, but this is a matter of the whole village, anyway, everyone has to take this road, Holset, How could the Freeman and Richard families do it themselves

Praia couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart: "The three of you started building roads?"

"Master." Freeman also bowed, "It's not just us building the road, Avilia, Wolfe, and Old William are also working ahead."

"Ah?" Playa was even more surprised, "Why do you want to repair this bad road

"My lord..." Freeman bowed again: "Laziness is a sin that should be avoided. Laziness makes people ugly and never beautiful..."

Laziness is a sin to be avoided, laziness makes people ugly and never beautiful again…

This is indeed what I said, but did you just remember today

For a while, Praia was speechless, but fortunately, the honest Richard took over the conversation: "Sir, we will move the pasture for the last time in these few days. Old William said that this road should be repaired so that we don't have to worry about it every day." Repairing wooden carts is not worth the delay."

old william...

Thinking about William's taciturn appearance in his memory, Praia couldn't connect the idea of road construction with this old tenant farmer, and thought about Freeman's usual forgetful and flustered style, Praia didn't think so either. This guy can remember his own sermons.

That being the case...

Thinking of the completely different behavior of old William and Freeman, and thinking that the lessons he taught Andre recently happened to be about commandments and sins, Praia logically thought of the little figure who listened in the church every day recently.

Could it be that you can talk to this little guy

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