The little vine carefully picked the small leaves, and the cane was tangled around the small tree. The forest was very dark. Richard picked a few leaves and then carefully observed whether there were no small vine nearby that had not been picked, but what disappointed him was that there was no one here.

He remembered the number of 148 trees. Maybe he would find such small vines in the next forest. In this way, he could earn more silver coins.

He was also considered a person living near the forest, but he did not notice that there were such small vines in this forest. This kind of small vines that were not even named were just useless in the eyes of most people, but for those who have mastered special power, this is a precious medicine.

The forest was dense, but also dangerous. Richard carefully wrapped the leaves and then walked back along the way. Here, there were unlikely to be dangerous monsters, but the poisonous snakes hidden in the soil and branches were even more terrifying.

After Richard walked for half an hour, the forest was sparse and the open space became more. He knew that he was about to go to the village. He was only nineteen years old now, but he was a veteran of four years of adventure. He had participated in two mercenaries, but he never talked about the second process afterwards. His body was strong and his adventures made him look very calm. His only material wealth was the broad sword he always carried on his back. This was the only valuable relic left to him by his father. Of course, for him, the father who was once a small team leader, the skills he taught him were the greatest wealth in his life.

When he walked outside the village, it was already afternoon. The sun was shining brightly. He saw the sun shining on a small temple in the town. This temple was a temple of gods very early and long ago, but because no priest was willing to come here, it was abandoned for a long time.

When I walked to the door, the walls of this temple were very monumental. There were traces of wind and rain corruption everywhere. However, now, although everything has not changed much, it feels completely different. As long as I approach this temple, I can feel a sense of sacredness permeating.

"Pastor Anne, are you here?" Richard shouted as soon as he walked into the temple. Then he looked at the simple altar a little uncomfortable. There was a simple name on the altar, and he had never heard of the so-called God Rubuetta.

For most ordinary villagers, it is difficult for them to understand the difference between God and God, let alone have a deep understanding of God's teachings. For them, they can provide some medical services and satisfy their minds, which is enough.

"I'm behind." A voice came over.

Richard hurried to the back, behind the temple was a small garden. Now the young priest cultivated it and planted many flowers and plants. Richard saw him busy in front of a small piece of plant.

"Pastor Anne, I have picked the leaves you want." Seeing a wooden table next to him. He picked up the kettle on the table without hesitation and poured half of the pot into quenching his thirst.

Annien stood up, wearing a simple white robe with a very strange double-circle badge on it, the inner circle was black and the outer circle was white, and his face had become very plain. There was no trace of half-elves anymore. He looked carefully in the bag, and then nodded: "It's rare that you have picked four hundred and eighty-one leaves, and I will pay you four silver coins and eighty-one copper coins!"

As he said that, he took out five silver coins and said, "There are nineteen copper coins left. Just as the errand cost you bought for me last time!"

Richard took five silver coins without hesitation: "I'll send me a mere 19 copper coins? You know. I've officially tested the second-level warriors in the Adventurers Union, and the daily employment cost is at least two silver coins."

"That's your life-salary money. If you have something, you have to fill it with your life. How can you feel as risk-free and comfortable as you are now? Go back to buy some meat in the town, and your mother needs to take care of it now. Besides, you made your mother worry more in the past? Most of the root causes of the disease fell at that time." Annien glanced at him, carefully counted the leaves, and then said that.

Speaking of this, Richard suddenly fell silent. He took the silver coins and said nothing. The hard life in the village made him go out to act as an adventurer at the age of fifteen. However, the so-called adventurer, at this level, is actually cheap labor and cannon fodder. They do the hardest and most dangerous work, but receive the cheapest and most meager rewards. In addition, the medical expenses that must be paid for from time to time, after four years, they have not made much money, but have added many scars to his body.

My son became a monk and his mother was worried, let alone such a dangerous job? After a few years, my mother was worried about her day and night, so she fell into trouble. If it weren't for the young pastor in front of me, she might have... she was not in the mood to speak again. He nodded and went out. The town was not far from here. It was indeed a good idea to find a hunter I knew to buy some meat for my mother to make some broth.

After a while of busyness, the light had turned to the west. At this moment, I heard a sound in front of me. Annien walked out of the small garden behind me. In the small temple in front, several old men were cleaning and cleaning. When they saw him coming out, they quickly bowed.

Annien smiled and said a few words to them. These old people were all from the village. In order to gain a foothold in this village, he used the second-level healing magic technique to cure several old people. Unexpectedly, these old people became believers of the "God of Rubuetta" and came to the temple to help with miscellaneous work before dusk every day.

After a month of getting along, Annin was already very familiar with them. He took out a stack of bread and said, "It will be tiring to work, so you guys will take it and eat it first."

He also had a relatively comprehensive understanding of this small village. There were only 79 households in the village, with a total of about 350 people. Life was quite difficult and food was lacking. These elderly people who had lost most of their ability to work consciously and unconsciously allocate less food at home to save food to the young and strong labor force in their homes. This was not intentional cruelty, but helplessness in survival.

"Thank you, God Rubuetta, thank you, Pastor Annien." The old man thanked and agreed, and took the dough, but almost no old man ate it immediately. Based on his experience, he knew that these old men would take the dough home and give it to their sons and grandchildren. Some were voluntary, and some were forced to do so due to the pressure of their family. Annien saw this situation. This is the real situation in this world!

In the 26th century, there were free juice on the roadside, and anyone who had a basic food supply and welfare at birth was very surprised by this hunger situation - he realized that he had always been at the top of the world, whether it was a lord or a magician.

Annien carefully felt the sadness and helplessness of life. A noise came from afar. More than 20 people were constantly gathering in the temple. Most of these people were old people and women. They cooked supper in advance and participated in the prayer meeting before the sun set.

"Don't talk!" The old men who were cleaning the temple were now maintaining order, shouting, and the sound below became smaller, and then they quietly looked at Annien in front of the altar.

"There is light of the God Rubuetta, and this light illuminates the soul. Everyone who loves Rubuetta, believes in Rubuetta, and in his name will also be loved by Rubuetta."

The prayer is simple, but it must also be closely linked to the subject. The people below shouted dignifiedly. Every time they shouted, they would kneel down and worship the altar. According to the rules, the prayer was nine times, that is, nine times.

Feeling the power of faith that began to permeate the air, Annien felt like crying. This feeling came from the real feeling in the faith - it was careful, and a glimmer of hope in despair, and a desire in humility. This is the true belief of most human beings.

They do not know the doctrine, they do not know philosophy, and their beliefs seem changeable, but in fact they are very pure and simple - that is, under the heavy burden of survival, in the difficult life that is painful and breathless, in the repeated and numb days, humans at the bottom still exist, hopes for the future, and even fantasies.

The little girl has the fantasy of a prince charming riding a horse, but how can adults not have such hope in the deep hearts of their heavily wrapped hearts?

I hope it will be better tomorrow, I hope the Tianaka will collect a few more pounds of wheat, I hope my son will have a promising future, and one day I will come back to pick up my mother who has worked hard all my life to enjoy the happiness, and I hope the price of the acquisition in the town this year can be higher. I hope I can catch a hare tomorrow, adding a rare delicacy to the family who has not eaten meat for half a year...

So many simple and humble hopes may be hidden for a lifetime and not spoken out in normal times, but if there is an appropriate medium, in this short prayer, these people who are oppressed by life and society and are oppressed by the most pious beliefs, will speak their hopes to God... This has forced Anne to be moved.
Chapter completed!