Chapter 1227 - 103: Work Earnestly, Live Earnestly

Chapter 1227: Chapter 103: Work Earnestly, Live Earnestly

Even the village chief, even the noble sir, seemed like an old dog wagging its tail offering fawning flattery in front of that woman, yet she hardly ever gave them a glance, instead, she often showed concern for them, the poorest at the bottom.

Even if the other’s gaze of pity held a hint of disdain, Bachel was already very satisfied because she was going to heal his lame leg, today.

Bachel actually understood nothing, he only knew that the priest, as beautiful as an elf, had him go each day to a small temple, praying before an unassuming Shen Kan. Poor Bachel was not even clear on what prayer was, he only knew how to kneel and kowtow, and it was only after being taught by the other for a while that he learned the formal ritual of prayer, kneeling on one knee.

The priest required them to pray twice a week, no offering needed, just devout piety.

Because of devout prayer, that Shen Kan would light up with a faint spiritual light.

Then, Bachel received a bag of food, enough to get his family through the toughest times. After that, Bachel’s land was also saved, and furthermore, Bachel was arranged a job patrolling the forest, earning two Silver Dellers a month, simply needing to finish the farm work and take a stroll outside the forest across the river, telling passing travelers not to rashly enter Archer Forest.

He once saw a pitch-black shadow in that forest, a very beautiful elf, but with dark skin and crimson eyes. The other did not harm him and even gave him a game as a gift, allowing Bachel to enjoy a hearty meal of meat.

Finally, one day.

The noble priest as beautiful as an elf told him he was very devout and could receive the protection of the Black King. The priest would heal his disability for free, and from now on, he or his children could also receive protection and healing.

Bachel didn’t understand any of this, he didn’t know what it meant to be devout, he just knew that life had been getting a little better recently, and he bowed more vigorously towards the Shen Kan.

Even if the priest taught many times, each time after praying, he couldn’t help but kowtow a few times.

Because in his limited understanding, kowtowing could please noble lords.

This time.

The priest as beautiful as an elf showed no trace of disdain in her eyes, she became increasingly kind to Bachel, even writing his name in a notebook and finally giving him a black iron-like emblem.

The beautiful priest said he was now a follower of the Black King.

In the past, no one cared about Bachel, but now, because of devoutness, yes, devoutness, after being given the mark of devoutness by the priest, everything about Bachel changed.

On this day, he arrived near the temple and seemed to see an absolutely beautiful goddess traveling the mortal world.

Even the priest as beautiful as an elf dimmed in comparison in her presence. It was an indescribable charm, so beautiful it left Bachel breathless, causing difficulty in breathing—one glance, and he dared not look again.

He heard the priest addressing her as ’Mother of Great Bliss.’

As a priest, the Mother of Great Bliss had higher charm than perception. The priestesses of the Sect of Blissful Delight all possessed high charm, with fair skin, beautiful looks, and long legs. However, since their casting ability was generally perceived as lacking, they were all of a third-rate priest level.

They had a bit of ability, mostly invested in enhancing appearance.

The extremely honorable and noble Mother of Great Bliss beckoned them over, and with just a wave of her hand, sacred brilliance scattered, healing all the diseases and injuries on everyone, including Bachel.

All of this seemed like a miracle, but for the goddess-like, radiant Mother of Great Bliss, it was merely a trivial affair.

"Register them in the records, bringing them into the range of core believers."

The Mother of Great Bliss glanced arrogantly at the kneeling people, then softly instructed one of the attending maidservants, the beautiful priest, "According to the Church’s system, guarantee their medical, work, and survival, and for believers encountering difficulties, offer a measure of help."

"But the premise is, they must be devout."

Devoutness.

Bachel heard this word again.

Devotion seemed like labor. He knew a few others who, for lack of devoutness, received limited grace. It seemed like a job—work without enough effort was naturally not devout, and therefore did not attain the priest’s attention.

Bachel understood very little.

His dull mind couldn’t even count a few numbers. He believed that devoutness was working for the divine spirit, just like farming for a noble lord.

Only, the divine masters were more generous.

When the work was done well and earnestly, the priest masters were happy, and the Church would protect them and reward them.

Provide them with medical care, ensure their safety, arrange their work, and so forth.

This was the way Bachel could understand.

These beautiful priest masters didn’t care whether you were a warrior or a farmer, whether you were educated or illiterate, they only cared whether your faith was devout. Devoutness would make them see you in a new light.

The goddess-like radiant master left.

She boarded a luxurious carriage drawn by six divine white horses, surrounded by over ten knights in splendid armor, making even the noble lord’s armor treasured over three generations seem less resplendent by comparison.

Bachel soon heard another good news.

Devoutness.

Yes, again, devoutness.

As long as they served devoutly, their children would have educational opportunities, free, provided with all funding by the Church.

Devoutness is work.

If praying isn’t so easy, then spend more time on it, just like spending more time working hard.

Bachel was very foolish, he was illiterate. He only knew to pray every day, and although he no longer kowtowed, he knew that devoutness led to good days and a better future.

By the way.

He was no longer lame, he was now a healthy, strong, capable working adult male, and he dared to hunt because if injured, the priest masters would heal him, unlike before when any injury or illness could ruin his family.

That beautiful priest master had recently given him a task, to assist in missionary work.

Bachel didn’t quite understand, he just cheerfully told others, free treatment, meals provided on Church prayer days—he often repeated the meal provision three times. Devoutness granted protection and rewards, and because of his strength, the priest master gave him a sword and sent him to train with the knight guards.

He learned for a few days but could only manage three moves: chop, slash, thrust. It even frustrated the knight master to the point of giving up, instructing him to practice these three moves daily.

Before he knew it, one day Bachel suddenly realized that others would show respectful expressions when they saw him too.

Of course, he still had to farm because this was just a small village, very small. Without farming, there wasn’t enough food to eat.

Lately, his son was growing, and his appetite was also increasing.

Bachel was still the same Bachel, the Bachel who would pick up horse and cow dung from the road and treat it as treasure.

However, now many people called him, Warrior-Bachel.

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