There is no need for Chen Yi to stay on duty tonight, he will return home before curfew.
A narrow house perpendicular to the street. Facing the street is a leather shop and a bookstall. The leather to be sold in the market is delivered to the treasurer of the castle. The latter and Chen Yi guarantee that every foot of leather will be sold during the market. The price should be no less than five copper dire, and if the price is insufficient, the barony's treasury will pay for it on its behalf.
This price is actually higher than the average price of the leather shop in the market in recent years, but it is not much higher. I think the financial director has made careful calculations beforehand.
Behind the leather shop is the living room and dining room. The living room is connected to the study and the master bedroom. There is also a guest room upstairs. That was where Chen Yi used to sleep. After the death of his uncle and aunt, Chen Yi moved to the master bedroom downstairs. , the original guest room became vacant and became a utility room for storing materials. Further up was a small attic, where the ritual vessels and icons used in prayer were stored there, including Hedwig's Mysteries. Material.
"You're back?" Hedwig closed the book in her hand, rubbed the cover with her fingertips, and stood up to greet him.
"Of course, my sister." Chen Yi responded casually, laying dry firewood in the wooden stove, lighting it with the fire sickle on the shelf, scooping water from the water tank and pouring it into the iron pot.
When the water boils, Chen Yi slices the dried bacon and pours it into the pot together with the washed and shelled wheat kernels. For balanced nutrition, dried fruits and salt are indispensable.
The spoon evenly spreads the dull wheat paste in the iron pot. Although it doesn't look good, it's nutritionally good, not to mention it doesn't require much effort.
After dinner was cooked, Chen Yi took out the wheat paste, dug out the thick bread at home, sliced it and served it with the wheat paste. The sweet wheat paste with a faint meaty aroma fell into his stomach several times, and the bread was almost soft.
Hedwig watched her brother eating and chatted with him: "How was the night watch in the prison yesterday?"
"Actually, it's not bad. Even if I stay up all night, I can read a book to pass the time, but... overall it's quite boring." Chen Yi said.
Saying that, Chen Yi paused and then said, "Father Christopher, he is a believer in the Lord."
Hedwig didn't know why. She said strangely: "What's the matter? The priest must believe in the Lord. It would be rare and strange for the priest not to believe and to have bad moral character."
"No, I mean," Chen Yi put down the bread in his hand, "My attitude towards eating was shaken by him. I even wanted to praise the gods before eating."
"That's good," Hedwig said with joy and disgust, "I hope you will be moved to make a vow."
Chen Yi glanced at Hedwig and said with a smile: "If I become a priest, I will lead everyone to pretend to convert to paganism, and I will regret it later."
My sister shivered, her long and slender neck raised.
"What are you talking about?" the devout Hedwig said angrily, then clasped his hands together and whispered to the angel not to convey these words to the gods.
Then, Hedwig held her ears and cheeks, her fingertips touched the pale blond hair pulled into peach petals, and stared at him up and down.
Swallowing the bread, Chen Yi was shocked by the sight.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you bewitched by that pepper girl?" she asked coldly.
"What?"
"The idea of false conversion...brother." Hedwig asked uneasily and softly: "The pagans always call us stupid, stupid or even stupid. You and the pagan girl... everyone She knows how to get closer. Are you bewitched by her?"
Chen Yi didn't expect her sister to think of this, so she could only say innocently: "It's nothing, just making random nonsense."
Hedwig nodded dubiously.
Suddenly, she took a deep look at her brother, and then asked in a weird tone: "I heard Grandma Amy say...do you want to marry her?"
Chen Yi was stunned. His sister's question seemed to hit his mind. He was silent for a while, and his fingertips couldn't help but tremble. He felt the heat rush to his cheeks. He curled his lips and took a deep breath. This was a sensitivity beyond instinct.
This is the first time a family member has exposed the feeling of love, and Chen Yi has no experience with it.
"Listen to me, Hedwig, I haven't reached that point yet...well, I do have an idea." Chen Yi said frankly.
"Oh..." After hearing this, Hedwig responded somewhat discouraged, then cheered up and said, "I heard someone said that she is the granddaughter of the officiant."
Although the memory projection cast by the magic circle could not enter the leather shop, Hedwig could still see Lomea's appearance from a short distance through the wooden framed window lattice.
"Well...what are you worried about?"
"I..." Hedwig said slowly, "I'm worried about your faith."
So that was it. Chen Yi calmed down and promised her sister Wen Sheng: "I swear, I will not betray our God?"
"Really? To whom?" Hedwig asked with her face raised.
“…to our God.”
Seeing Chen Yi swearing so confidently, Hedwig lowered his eyelids and said, "No, not only that, brother, you have to swear to yourself... and to me, you don't believe it."
"Okay, I swear to you." Chen Yi smiled.
The dinner episode passed quickly. Chen Yi climbed up to the attic and selected the mysterious materials to maintain the memory projection.
Sesame oil refined from moon grass and spirit water flowers, salt, pure water, a small grain of cardamom and a small section of sandalwood... Lin Lin picked up a dozen pieces, and Chen Yi squeezed out of the small attic.
Counting the days, I think I would be able to board the Thousand Pillars of Clouds at around 0:00 tomorrow morning.
However, these days have been uneventful and uneventful, and the lights on the two bell towers will probably not be much saved.
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In the lecture hall.
The sky is slowly lowering, as if falling under the stars.
Lomea sat on the silk cushion, twirling the beads rapidly with her fingertips.
Why...the holy object senses the pale shower from Chen Yi...
Even if he thought that on the way to explore the occult, it would be inevitable to come into contact with the pale shower more or less. However, in this resurrection town that is at the mercy of spirits... there is no room for Lomea not to be worried.
"I want to ask him... No, let's go to his house secretly first." Luomea thought to himself.
Glancing in front of the icon, he silently asked for information about the prophecy of the sacred object. Lomea did not tell him about the Resurrection Town because so far, he had not received instructions from the chief priest.
"Chief Priest..." I don't know when the reciter stood up slowly, dipped in the holy water in the pool and smeared his forehead.
"What's going on? What did you predict?" Lomea, whose train of thought was interrupted, turned around and asked.
"The clown who attacked the temple and caused the sacred objects to go out of control, the man from the Torment Temple, came to Resurrection Town." Wofa read in a serious tone.
Lomea frowned when he heard this and asked, "Is his target Christopher?"
Wofa nodded and said, "The angels told me that his destiny is leading to Resurrection Town Prison."
Lomea narrowed her eyes.
"The chief priest, he must not be allowed to attack Christopher." Wofa said solemnly.
Lomea nodded.
"Salvation", that is the ancient Chinese language that Christopher, who presides over the Holy Silver Cathedral, has always mastered.
