Roger left under the personal supervision of a guard. On the way out, he pretended to casually propose:

"When will the priest come? I want to confess to him."

"There is no priest here," the guard told Roger. "Sir Heller has never had a priest here."

Roger put on a very pious look and said:

"How is that possible? I need to repent. I am a Christian. I used to go to church every week. I listened to the priest's sermons and learned to sing hymns."

The guard was surprised: "You can also sing hymns?"

"Of course, Christians sing hymns."

The guard said, "I am also a Christian and I was baptized, but I don't know anything except the name Jesus."

"Then you should know the miracles of Jesus, right?"

"No, I don't know, no one told me."

“Don’t any of you here praise Jesus?”

"Mr. Heller didn't allow it. He said that in the Judaism he believed in, Jesus was just a mortal."

Of course Roger knew.

Back then, he held a debate with Father Bobo holding "Mosquito Bites" and holding "Truth."

Whether it is the New Testament or the Old Testament, Christianity or Judaism, the Bible or the Koran, they must thoroughly defend it.

At that time, they debated from the front door to the corridor and from the hall to the altar.

The entire church was full of traces of their debate, and the house was about to collapse.

Of course he knew that Judaism did not recognize Jesus.

He deliberately talked about this topic with the guard just to bring up the topic.

Roger pretended to be surprised: "How could Jesus be a mortal?

"Jesus is the Messiah prophesied in the Old Testament. He is the savior and the Son of God.

“God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.

"This is all recorded in the Bible!"

"You know so much, but you'd better not say this in front of Lord Heller.

"He didn't like others mentioning Jesus in front of him. He once punished a guard who praised Jesus."

Roger opened his mouth wide: "Oh my God, this is a miracle!"

The guard was suddenly confused: "A miracle? What miracle and where is it?"

Roger continued to lie: "Just now, it was Jesus who warned me through your mouth."

The guard was blindfolded: "What did I say?"

Roger tried his best to deceive: "Did you know? Mr. Heller wants me to sing every morning. I was planning to sing hymns praising Jesus early tomorrow morning."

"Oh, no, you must not do that, you will be punished badly."

Roger released his winning hand: "Yes, so you saved me, but why did you warn me?

"You don't know what song I'm going to sing tomorrow morning, so this is Jesus, and it's Jesus who asked you to say these words."

"What, really? Let me think about it, it seems to be true, wow, this is amazing!"

The guard became excited and Roger began to close the net.

"So, how can we not believe in Jesus?"

"Yes, we must believe in Jesus."

“How can we not know the miracles of Jesus?”

"Of course, we, we have to know."

“How can we not sing hymns praising Jesus?”

"Yes, yes, but..."

Roger turned around and pretended to leave. The guard became anxious and said, "But I don't know, and I, and I don't know how."

Roger then looked at him with a smile: "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, I, I, I think, I think." The guard was tongue-tied.

Although Roger was shorter than the other person, he looked condescending and said, "I can teach you."

The guard burst into tears of gratitude: "That's great, thank you, thank you."

"No, you shouldn't thank me, you should praise Jesus. It was Jesus who asked me to teach you."

The guard was completely convinced: "Yes, praise Jesus."

Roger really turned around and left this time. As he walked, he said: "We must be very careful not to let Heller know."

He deliberately did not use honorifics, and the guards followed suit: "Yes, we must be very careful."

Roger went down in the hanging basket, and he thought, I'm so small, do you know what I'm best at?

It’s to bring others’ IQ to the same level as mine, and then defeat them with experience.

He suddenly thought again, I obviously have a higher IQ than him, so wouldn’t this make me sound as stupid as him?

Then he thought, I have more experience than him anyway.

Then Roger was happy again, smiling like a fool.

Roger returned to the shack and distributed the food to several thin Arab slaves.

Those few people ate it quickly after they got it, and then thanked him gratefully after eating.

Roger didn't mean to be generous. He knew that no one in this shack had any personal belongings.

As soon as he puts down the food and turns around, the food no longer belongs to him and will fall into someone else's stomach.

And now he couldn't hold it in his stomach anymore, so he simply pretended to be generous and a good person.

The next night, Roger was asked to sing again.

Most of the guards still looked at him like a dog.

But the guard who watched him closely last night looked at him like a mentor.

There were a few other people who seemed to be the ones guarding his friends, and they looked at Roger a little differently.

Roger knew not to rush yet, he thought, this was a good sign, just like yeast entering dough, it takes time to ferment, and what he had to do now was to wait patiently.

Similarly, Roger ate to his heart's content and drank with Norton until he was drunk.

Norton likes to chatter when he is drunk, and keeps talking about his ideals. In fact, he just wants to be a knight.

Roger could tell that being a knight had become Norton's obsession, so he said, "I'll make you a knight."

Norton felt energetic. He stood up unsteadily, walked to Roger and knelt down on one knee.

The guards laughed on the edge.

Roger didn't have a sword, and no one gave him a sword, so he found a broom and patted Norton on the shoulder.

Some of the guards stopped laughing.

Then Roger said: "A name is needed, a knight needs a title."

The guards became even more excited. They laughed and came up with bad ideas, talking nonsense about "butt knight" and "big hanging knight".

Norton was furious, stopped kneeling, rushed over, grabbed a guard and beat him.

The unlucky guy cried and begged for mercy, but the people around him were laughing happily at the misfortune.

The fuss continued until Norton passed out drunk.

When Roger returned with the food, he met a man waiting for him in the shack.

This man was about a head and a half taller than him, with a rather large frame and loose muscles and droopy skin.

It seemed to Roger that the Arab might have been a stout man before, maybe even a little fat.

But fat people are not allowed to exist in this mine. Under the management of the stingy Heller, no one can continue to be fat here.

Roger looked at the man in front of him. He knew that this man was a villain.

This villain is lazy and unwilling to mine, and often robs the mines mined by weak people.

And if any weak person eats food slowly, he will also take it away.

Now, the villain seems to be trying to get back into shape.
Chapter completed!