The four seasons in Sevia may not seem obvious. Even though it has entered November, most of the trees here are still green, the grass is also green, and the sea of flowers is still brilliant. If you didn't accidentally see the maple trees beside the church quietly turning yellow and red leaves, it would be difficult for anyone to notice it. The footsteps of autumn.
The cows and sheep are still minding their own business, gnawing on the grass and basking in the sun, and are extremely calm; the pigeons and wild ducks by the Essour River flutter and jump into the river to take a bath when they are full; the cats on the roadside lazily sit sideways. Lying down, he looked curiously at the passers-by.
The windmill beside the farm rotates slowly, and there is a little laughter from time to time in the tavern. In the square, there are classic statues of saints looking up at the spire of the Church of the Mother Earth not far away.
A new nun came to Mother Earth Church two weeks ago. She often plays the harpsichord during mass ceremonies, and sometimes helps out when the church hospital is short of nurses. Many believers are curious.
The children at the dock would proudly tell the adults that they saw this mum getting off the boat from Feneport City, and then the adults would write it down as a topic for the next chat.
And the wives who had seen this nun were all muttering, why did such a girl become a nun?
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"Sister, you are such a beautiful nun!" the old lady looked at Agnes and said with a smile.
Agnes' movements under her hands paused for a moment, then she nodded with a smile and said softly:
"Thanks."
The little priest next to him couldn't help laughing. When Agnes looked over, he quickly lowered his head and turned his attention to the work in hand.
Agnes ignored the little priest's reaction, carefully bandaged the old lady's wound, and then said with a smile:
"Okay, ma'am, luckily no bones were hurt this time, but you still have to be careful when walking in the future."
The old lady smiled and nodded.
"Will your child come to pick you up?" Agnes asked softly.
"They will be here soon," the old lady replied.
"Okay, let the volunteers take care of you during this time." Agnes said with a smile, gathering the things under her hands into a small box.
She walked out of the room carrying the little box, and the little priest followed her.
"You blushed just now, Sister Pagani," the little monk said with a smile.
Agnes nodded slightly and said calmly: "I feel it. This is my problem and comes from my wrong vanity."
The little priest waved his hands nervously and quickly explained.
"No, no, no... people in Sevia are just more enthusiastic, you have to understand, Sister Pagani."
"That lady just likes you better, that's why she said that."
"I understand." Agnes nodded and said, "But to be honest, my understanding of medicine is not very deep, and I am not suitable to be too involved in the treatment of patients."
"Really? I think you are quite professional. We are always short of manpower." The little priest shrugged helplessly.
Agnes shook her head helplessly and said: "Forget it, the evening prayers are about to begin, I should go back."
"May the Mother Goddess bless you." Agnes skillfully drew a triangle and a vertical line on her chest.
"May the Mother Goddess bless you." The little priest made the same move.
Agnes took off her apron and walked out of the hospital.
The evening breeze in Sevia was gentle and slightly cool, causing Agnes's somewhat heated face to gradually recover.
Agnes knelt down, picked up a maple leaf on the roadside, and showed a smile.
"It's very peaceful," Agnes rubbed the leaf stems with her fingers, letting the leaves spin in her hands. She said to the leaves in a soft voice, "It's beautiful, but it's time for me to leave."
"Did you hear that? I said, I should go." Agnes tightened her fingers slightly, and the petiole between her fingers broke, and the leaves fluttered to the ground.
Agnes was stunned for a moment, dropped the remaining leaf stalk in her hand, turned around and walked towards the church.
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"Sister Pagani."
"Sister Pagani."
Agnes smiled and bowed to the priests and nuns who greeted her one after another.
"Bishop Cornet." Agnes bowed slightly to the bishop and saluted.
The bishop with a long beard also smiled and nodded.
Agnes walked into the group of nuns.
Vespers began, and Agnes followed the nuns in singing a hymn.
"Praise be to you, source of life,"
"Praise be to You, Mother of all,"
"Praise be to You, O Master of all prosperity and decay."
"We are your sons and daughters who sojourn on the earth,"
"Better us with your kindness and goodness,"
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"We follow your lead,"
"Our mouth declares your praise,"
"May Mother Goddess have mercy on us and help us,"
"Praise the Mother Goddess!"
After the evening prayers, the priests and nuns left the auditorium, and Agnes stayed where she was, waiting for Bishop Cornet.
"Child, what's wrong?" Bishop Cornette stopped packing his things and looked at Agnes and asked.
Agnes hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I think it's time for me to leave, Bishop Cornet."
Bishop Cornette was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "That's right, you have indeed stayed for two weeks. I remember that you were just going to see how we preached."
Agnes nodded and said nothing.
"You really don't want to stay, child?" Bishop Cornet asked, looking at Agnes.
Agnes shook her head slowly before speaking softly: "I have where I should go, Bishop Cornet."
"Yes, you have made up your mind to go to the Southern Continent to preach." Bishop Cornette sighed and shook his head.
"Okay, when do you want to leave?" Bishop Cornette asked.
Agnes thought for a moment and said, "I will set off for Bodivia on the days that belong to the Mother Goddess."
"The day after tomorrow, okay, I understand." Bishop Cornet nodded, thought for a while and said, "Then you can take a walk around Seville tomorrow. Seville is still very beautiful."
Agnes bowed slightly, turned around and walked out of the auditorium.
"Sister Pagani!" Bishop Cornet called, slightly raising his voice.
Agnes turned around and looked at Bishop Cornet suspiciously.
"You will become a perfect nun." Bishop Cornet said after a long time.
"I believe that the name 'Pagani' will one day become a model for nuns, and her deeds will be recorded in the Lives of the Saints."
"thank you for your good wishes."
Agnes smiled and nodded, turned and walked out of the auditorium.
