Tomorrow morning we have to open the door to welcome guests, and the old bishop has gone to the countryside to preach. He is the only one left in the church, and it will be very hard.
Fortunately, I don't have to stay up late like this often.
And it's actually not that busy during the day...
Because usually no one comes to the door...
The Miya sect he belongs to is the smallest sect, which is also known as the pheasant sect and the rural sect in the eyes of the world.
There is only one church, which was converted from an ordinary house.
There were two clergy, just him and the old bishop.
There are only a few believers, and none of them have money or leisure.
Gallo still doesn't know why his sect is in such a state of decline?
This has been the case since he joined.
Perhaps the teachings are too mild?
Or maybe there are too many gods in this world, including true gods, false gods, good gods and evil gods, and numerous sects under their sects, leading to too much competition pressure?
The old bishop may know the real situation, but he refuses to tell...
In fact, Gallo had many opportunities to make a fortune when he helped people confess at night.
But he didn't take any money.
Helping others repent is not about killing people and getting goods. This is the principle and bottom line.
And it is impossible for the goddess to allow him to act recklessly.
Yes, despite their desolation, they worship a true god!
The true God that Gallo has seen with his own eyes!
When he just traveled from the earth to this world, he didn't get any cheat cheats and was just an ordinary person.
Then he met an ice wolf.
Naturally, he was buried in the belly of a wolf.
Then, he saw the goddess.
The goddess seemed to be interested in him, so she performed a miracle and saved him...
Gallo regained his life and turned into a little boy several years old.
He was adopted by the old bishop, taught knowledge and divine arts, and grew into today's Pastor Gallo.
To him, the church is the new home of this world.
Belief in the goddess is also a matter of course.
But when he just arrived home, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a hazy figure hidden in the darkness.
"Wow!"
Gallo was startled.
"You want to scare me to death and inherit my robe?"
"After all, this robe is the most valuable in our family."
He said angrily, took off the mask on his face, and asked again:
"Why did you come back so soon?"
And the figure in the darkness slowly walked into the moonlight, revealing an old but kind face.
It was the old bishop who depended on him for life.
"I'm afraid if I don't come back soon, you'll have to eat dirt in the next few days."
As the old bishop spoke, he took out a warm baked potato from his arms and handed it over.
Gallo quickly took it, wolfed it down without any ceremony, and asked hesitantly:
"Is there anyone over there who is willing to join the religion?"
"No, that's the territory of the Bald Cult."
The old bishop shook his head with regret.
"But I helped the villagers treat their illnesses, and they gave me some food."
Gallo wiped his mouth and asked with great concern:
"Those bald heads didn't give you any trouble?"
"No, I have been very low-key and secretive all the time."
Gallo muttered with some dissatisfaction:
"But doesn't it make it look like a cult?"
"We are an orthodox religion that serves the true God and is kind to others every day!"
"There is no more orthodox sect in the world than ours! How can we act like a cult?"
The old bishop still smiled and said nonchalantly:
"do not mind the details..."
"Rather than them coming to trouble me, I'm more worried about you running over at night to trouble them..."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Gallo shook his head repeatedly and defended:
"I've always been kind to others, elegant and easy-going, so why would I cause trouble for others?"
The old bishop didn't say much, he just stared at his black robe silently...
"Why do you keep looking at my robe?"
"You don't want to pawn it, do you?"
"That won't work. This is the only thing I miss about my hometown."
He has lived in this world for too long, completely integrated into it, and has been resurrected once. The memory of the earth is already very blurry...
The old bishop shook his head and said:
"I just wanted to ask, do you need me to clean it up for you?"
"No, no, no, you are old, I can do this little thing myself."
Gallo waved his hand and said again:
"If there's nothing else, I'll go to bed."
The old bishop suddenly said something incomprehensible:
"I think you should find a woman."
Gallo suddenly stopped and asked doubtfully:
"A woman? A nun?"
"But we only have so many believers here. I can handle it alone. I don't need the help of a nun, right?"
The old bishop shook his head helplessly again.
"Forget it...good night..."
"Good night."
Gallo returned to his room, lay down on the bed, and began to confess to the goddess out of habit:
"Today I...um..."
"Perfect performance."
"Being too perfect is also a sin. I hope the goddess can forgive me."
After saying that, he immediately fell asleep.
As a result, early the next morning, he was woken up by a series of rapid knocks on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw Old John, followed by his somewhat silly son Little John.
The two of them were each carrying a bulging sack on their backs.
Old John said with excitement:
"Pastor Gallo! The goddess really heard my prayer!"
"My son, my son is back on his own!"
"The guard who imprisoned him forgot to lock the door last night, and he escaped overnight!"
"This way, I don't have to sell the land to Baron House!"
Even if you want to sell it, he can't buy it...
Gallo cursed, but on the surface he nodded repeatedly and said loudly:
"Oh! That's great, praise the goddess!"
"Praise the goddess!"
John and his son said in unison, then entered the church again, prayed a lot, and finally placed the two sacks next to the offering box.
After they left, Gallo opened the sack and it was filled with potatoes...
As expected of a devout believer, even if he has no money, he can still use other offerings.
"Although it will be enough for us to eat until next month..."
"But my whole body is already in the shape of a potato!"
Gallo said speechlessly.
The old bishop on the side looked very contented and said cheerfully:
"You can take it to the market later to exchange for some corn and vegetables."
Gallo immediately covered his face with his hands, as if recalling some unbearable past event...
"Are you going to sell potatoes again?"
"The neighbors all say that my place is a potato cult. There are potato priests and potato bishops living there, and they worship the potato goddess..."
The old bishop was still smiling.
"Haha, isn't this pretty good?"
"Potatoes are a food that every household has. It would be great if we were as popular as potatoes in the future."
"If you think about it, it's not bad..."
"Yes! I will try my best!"
Gallo nodded vigorously, then picked up the broom and prepared to clean the church.
But the old bishop grabbed the broom and said pointedly:
"Leave these trivial matters to me, you should go do something more important..."
"For example..."
"Have a good time receiving this lovely Lieutenant Undine."