Chapter 168: The Appearance of All Beings in the Hall and Priest Batal’s Apology

Priest Batal gradually woke up from his coma.

He looked at the unfamiliar wooden ceiling and felt the soft bed around him instead of the cold, hard church stone bed.

After lying there for a while, he realized what had happened before he fell unconscious.

"You're so impulsive, Lothar! You're a useless guy who will hold others back! Look what you've done!"

He was about to raise his hand to slap himself, but in his sore and open palm, plump wheat grains soaked in sweat fell down and fell on his face, making him startled.

Reason regained the high ground, and the young priest panicked. He finally realized how bad the consequences of his previous actions might be, instead of feeling sorry for himself here.

He stuffed the grain randomly into the pocket of his robe, got up from the bed with bare feet, looked around, and walked towards the wooden door of the house.

Kuang Tang Tang, Kuang Tang Tang.

"Damn it! He's locked up!"

The young priest became more and more anxious. When he saw that there was a window in the house and it was still open, he walked over quickly with bare feet.

Just as he was about to dig out, he noticed what was happening outside.

He was in a second-floor hotel room facing the street. On the street outside, there was no emergency scene with casualties or conflicts as he imagined.

The streets were much emptier than when they came before. At this time, a carriage just drove by without slowing down because of the crowd of refugees. Although there were still a few refugees from the southern provinces outside on the streets, they all relied on the street shops to carefully exchange some things in their hands in twos and threes.

From a long distance, he could rely on the perception ability of the Saturnine priest and sense that the things exchanged by the refugees contained the power of the Saturnalia.

"Is it God-given food made by blessing?"

His breathing gradually calmed down, and Priest Lothar Batal broke into a cold sweat, but he gradually calmed down.

He glanced left and right outside the window and found that there were no checkpoint soldiers wandering on the street, and there was no sign that the street had been cleaned with water. Looking up at the sky, the glistening white light shines from the left side of the street, making the entire street as bright as day, but the sky is still a deep night.

There was a goddess of the moon sliding from the deep horizon to the sky like noble silk. You could tell which moon goddess it represented by looking at the color. From this, you could judge the time. It seemed that not long had passed since he fell into coma.

"call--"

He let out a heavy breath and relaxed completely.

Only then did he notice the amber metal staff placed by the bedside. This precious church-blessed weapon could only have been placed here by his new companion.

Turning his eyes again, the priest saw a piece of paper with writing on the bed.

He walked over and picked it up. The room was slightly dark, so he walked to the window and read the words on the thing with the light from the white stone wall.

"Priest, I persuaded the crowd to disperse. The soldiers have dispersed. You are unconscious. I will place you in the hotel room. The door is locked from the outside. Wait a moment when you wake up. We will come to find you, Kiel."

Exhaling again, a smile finally appeared on the priest's face.

"Fortunately, I didn't mess things up. Really, if I were the only one, I would be really afraid that my good intentions would lead to an unstoppable disaster. When you go out, you really can't lack reliable companions!"

Some refugees on the street noticed Priest Batal by the window on the second floor of the hotel. The priest's conspicuous shoulder armor and breastplate were easily identifiable. Someone waved to him, looking excited.

Priest Batal noticed it and waved in the same way.

Unexpectedly, the refugees knelt down towards him in excitement and kowtowed several times.

This made Priest Batal blush. He felt that he had done nothing. What could make the fellow refugees grateful was the power of blessing. His relationship with him was not big, but it was not big. He Don't dare to be greedy for merit.

-

Boom, boom, "Priest Batal? Are you awake?"

After a while, Priest Batal, who was sitting on the soft bed and resting honestly, heard a call from outside the door.

He is Kil's companion, a caravan guard in his thirties.

"Well, I'm awake. Please open the door."

He replied.

There was the sound of a metal lock coming from outside the door, and the sound of the lock falling off.

The wooden door was opened from the outside, and Bloody Fangster stood outside the door: "Priest, Kil said that you are awake, so if you are in good condition, go down to the hall to have dinner. I have to go to the opposite door to rest, and Kil is in the backyard. The carriage will be reinforced here, and you can go find him after you finish your meal."

After explaining, Xueyaster placed the padlock and key of the house on the wooden cabinet against the wall inside the door.

"Wait a minute, just now, what happened in the end? I was unconscious at the time and didn't see it."

Bloody Fangster waved his hand: "How do I know? I was watching the carriage in the backyard. But it seems that Kiel asked the people to go down and help each other with food so that everyone can eat."

"How is this possible?"

Priest Batal is a resident priest and has a special understanding of the narrow-minded side of rural people. In the village, let alone asking everyone to take the grain out to each other and spread it evenly, even if you pee, you don’t want to pee in other people’s fields.

It’s not that people are stingy, this is just a survival strategy for poor and remote villages with limited resources and little wealth to survive.

Bloody Fangster was confused by Priest Batar: "No, how is it impossible? We are all people from the southern provinces who have fled here and have a hard time. What's wrong with helping each other in difficult times? Oh yes, Kiel also borrowed The reason why you cast the blessing magic is that the God of Agriculture is watching everyone, and if everyone behaves well after receiving the food given by the god tonight, we can do it again tomorrow morning before we leave. By the way, you can do it again, right?"

Priest Batal smiled bitterly: "It's still possible. The blessing ability is restored every day. It is connected to my own divine power, but it is independent. However, it is too bold for Kil to use the name of the great God of Agriculture. "

At the end of the sentence, the priest's voice softened: "Only the god himself knows whether the god of agriculture is watching everyone. We mortals cannot use the name of the gods to do things without the consent of the gods. This is disrespectful. The punishment is very serious.”

Bloody Fangster glanced at him with blank eyes: "You are the Priest of the God of Agriculture. I don't know much about this."

After saying that, Bloody Fangster returned to the house opposite, unlocked the door, entered, lit the lamp, closed the door, and bolted the door.

Done in one go.

"Why!"

The outstretched hand retracted, and Priest Batal said nothing in the end. He keenly felt that this companion of Kiel, his fellow traveler, was a little disappointed with what he had just said.

If you are disappointed, be disappointed. He is just a priest in the village. As long as he can save his villagers and believers during this trip, he has no control over the affairs of these refugees, and he is not qualified to intervene.

Shaking his head, he put on his boots, tidied up the bed, then closed the window, held the long amber metal staff in his hand, went out, and locked the door.

Looking left and right, there was a staircase going down at one end of the corridor, and there was a faint bright light and noise.

He walked there slightly weak and hungry.

-

Priest Batal, who was slowly walking down the stairs, did not attract the attention of people in the hotel lobby at first. They were eating and drinking when they should. The busy male waiter walked out from the small corner door connecting the kitchen to the hall with a large plate of food and smiled. The smiling female waiter carried a copper wine pot and walked around outside the guest wine table in the corner of the hall. Whose wine glass was there? Bottom, she added a cup.

A businessman from out of town patted the waitress on the buttocks, and while the waitress pretended to glare at her, he laughed and stuffed a copper coin into her.

The waitress didn't care. She used the sound of coins clanging on the belly of her tight spring dress to figure out how much money she made today.

The result left her unsatisfied.

The surrounding area quickly fell silent, and the waitress turned her head in one direction when she saw the table of foreign merchants she was serving.

She also turned around and saw that it was not a refugee from other places, but a Saturnine priest who looked a little weak.

He wore a more formal robe than the usual Saturn priests, with different decorations on the shoulders and chest, and a long metal staff resting on the ground in his hand. Oh my God! The top of his long staff turned out to be a luminous gem the size of a fist.

The waitress didn't know amber, but she didn't guess wrong. Good amber can be used as a gemstone to measure its value in many places.

"Everyone."

The young priest spoke.

There was silence in the hall, even the fat cook poked half of his head out of the back kitchen.

"Please give me a stew and two wheat cakes, thank you."

The hall was noisy again, with drinkers drinking, eating, and chatting. The waiters and waitresses were still doing what they had done before. The cook also agreed with a flattering smile, retracted his fat head, and decided to use his best skills in his life to present the best Montauca stew to this big man.

But amid the usual commotion, the drinkers kept their hands and feet clean and did not dare to touch the waitresses anymore. The businessman who was eating began to calm down. He seemed to have adopted all the aristocratic dining methods he had seen before. He didn't care that the half fat chicken on the plate in front of him and the chicken butt on the knife made him look stupid.

The few wealthy people chatting no longer talked about the security problems caused by the refugees from the Southern Province in the White Stone City Wall Level. Instead, they changed the topic and talked about the corrupt situation in the Southern Province and the pity and innocence of the refugees.

The male waiters walked stiffly and secretly swallowed their saliva. However, the waitress felt that the coins sandwiched between her skirt and belly made her feel embarrassed for the first time.

Priest Batal looked around, sighed, and said, "When you're ready, call me in the backyard. I'll talk to my companions there." After that, he walked out through the wooden door leading to the backyard.

As soon as the door closed, chaos broke out in the hall.

The drinking merchants lowered their heads and gathered their red-faced heads together, discussing in low voices the priest just now.

The businessman who was eating realized that what he was chewing was chicken butt, but instead he chewed hard and swallowed it with satisfaction.

The chatting high-rollers looked at each other, and the topic changed again, from the security of the southern province to the strength of the Church of the God of Saturn and its attitude towards this matter.

The serious faces of the male waiters finally relaxed, and several people gathered together to discuss the identity and origin of the priest. Even in his dress, Priest Batal's frail look was more consistent with the male waiters' imagination of the status of a young and promising priest.

The waitress apologized and trotted to the underground warehouse of the hotel. She wanted to find a deserted place to take out the coins. It wasn't that she thought it was bad to earn coins through beauty. She just felt that it was more appropriate to put the money in a purse than to be stuck in the clothes.

-

"Kiel! You are here."

As soon as Priest Batal went out, he looked around and noticed that in the backyard near the stable, on their carriage, Kil was climbing on the top of the hood, removing the original hood cloth and covering it with a thick layer of cowhide. .

There were also several hotel clerks taking care of the merchants' horses and carriages. They squatted nearby and watched Keir's work curiously.

"Oh, you woke up, priest, have you had dinner? Go and have some."

Keir said hello, then twisted a small iron nail in his hand, placed the iron nail on the edge of the wooden frame covering the cowhide cover, and struck it 'lightly' with the small mallet in his right hand.

Dodo dodo, dodo dodo.

A small iron nail secures the cowhide to the carriage hood.

Priest Batar came over and looked up to see the Kiel warriors busy reinforcing the carriage: "I have already ordered dinner. They will call me when it is ready. What about you, have you eaten?"

However, Keir had a weird look on his face and had no choice but to hesitate and eat. After speaking, he even rubbed his cheeks.

After confirming that the Kiel warriors had also eaten, Priest Batal returned the favor to the guys who were taking care of the horses in the hotels next to him. The young men just now bowed deeply to the priest.

"Please go and do your work or rest. I have something to say to the Kiel Warriors."

When Priest Batal said this, several young men walked away on their own initiative and stopped watching.

"What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

Keir continued to put down the small iron nails, and then hit them with a mallet, doo doo doo, doo doo doo.

"I'm sorry, Kil. I didn't discuss it with you before I released the blessing. I just did it on the spur of the moment." The priest's voice was not loud, and he could not be heard if he was a little farther away.

He was a little worried that his reckless behavior just now would offend Kiel, the main force in the rescue operation.

It would be really bad if there is a gap or if you are unable to work due to anger.

Keir shrugged: "No."

"No?"

The priest looked strange.

"No, you don't need to apologize for what you just did. You did nothing wrong."

Keir said this.

His hands kept moving, placing small iron nails and piercing the small iron nails shallowly into the cowhide, and then swung the hard wooden hammer in his right hand, doo doo doo, doo doo doo.

"You are a priest of Saturn, and you should do something when you see people suffering from hunger."

Dodo dodo, dodo dodo.

"You are from the southern province. When you see your compatriots suffering, you should do something to help."

Dodo dodo, dodo dodo.

"When officially using the blessed 'blessed food' on the saved people, it is indeed necessary to test the blessing's situation and capacity in advance."

Dodo dodo, dodo dodo.

"I also have plans to find an opportunity to release the 'source of vegetation' prepared for me by the vice-rector and the powerful blessing 'summoning the spiritual beast in the heart' specially given by the God of Agriculture once or twice."

Keir smiled: "Before you can use it officially, you have to understand these blessings that can come in handy, right?"

Priest Batal relaxed and chuckled: "That's right. But thank you anyway for being able to eliminate the chaos and disaster that my really untimely trouble may cause in the end."

The priest stood the long metal staff beside him, covered his face with his hands, and rubbed it carefully.

"I almost caused an accident that destroyed others and myself."

Keir jumped off the carriage roof and landed easily.

"Don't say that. First of all, in my opinion, the situation is not out of control. Secondly, those suffering people do need help. If you didn't do it at that time, what do you think I would think of you?"

The priest revealed his eyes from between his fingers: "Cowardly?"

This is Priest Batal’s own understanding of himself.

"It's selfish arrogance and disregard. If you can't even see the suffering in front of you, and you are worried about the believers and people in your village who don't know what to do in the distance. Then such a person is a selfish person, because he only has eyes for The interests of oneself and those related to oneself are indifferent. Even if the suffering of others is right in front of you, you are indifferent."

"You're right, you're right."

Kil patted him on the shoulder: "So, I am optimistic about you, Priest Lothar Batal."

At the same time, Kil silently thought that the God of Agriculture might also have a different view of you here.