You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 34 Believers
Iggy sneered, "Oh?"

"Actually, I just wanted to ask you."

"How do you know my name and identity as a "foyer". "

"And how did you decide that I needed your help?"

Aldis was not annoyed by Yige's questioning:

"Priest Yige, because I belong to the same church as the mayor, I often visit the mayor's office and accidentally learned about your situation."

"It just so happens that I have nothing else to do these days other than waiting for the celebration."

"So I thought I might as well come to help you."

"Although we are servants of different gods, we are both priests of the order pantheon."

"We should help each other."

Ige wanted to laugh a little after hearing what Aldis said.

And "should help each other".

It would have been a great help not to trip him up secretly like in town.

Obviously, this Aldis has a purpose.

But what if there is no purpose?
As soon as the temple is completed, the great god of ritual will turn his eyes here.

All conspiracies and tricks are bound to be invisible.

From this point of view, it is entirely feasible for Aldis to participate in the construction of the temple.

"Thank you, then, for your generosity, Reverend Aldis."

"I'm being disrespectful."

The young pastor's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he was about to answer when he was interrupted by Yige's next sentence.

"However, considering that Ligang Street is chaotic after all."

"Please let me protect you all the way."

Aldis' expression froze for a moment, and soon changed into a smiling face:
"Okay, Priest Yige."

"You are too thoughtful."

Nothing happened to Mary today.

She returned to the small but tidy and clean little room.

The moss that grew by the dirty water outside the house did not spread here.

In the center of the room was a crude wooden table and some old, rickety wooden chairs.

At the end of the entrance corridor is the master bedroom, which is the room of the Drake couple.

In the master bedroom, there is only a simple and low bed and a simple cabinet for storing clothes and daily necessities.

On the bed were several patched quilts and pillows that had obviously been patched many times.

It can be seen at a glance that they have accompanied their owners through many cold nights.

To the left of the master bedroom is the small room shared by the Drake daughters.

Two small beds were pressed against each other with simple patchwork sheets.

A few badly worn storybooks sat on a dilapidated wooden bookshelf.

The walls are covered with simple drawings that the children drew with colored pencils when they were young.

The paintbrush was a gift from old Drake when they were ten years old.

It is still being carefully kept by them until now.

Marie wandered about the house, making Pope Drake, who was sitting on the bunk in the master bedroom doing needlework to support the family, a little too disrespectful.

"Mary!" Her voice was quite loud, but it wasn't harsh, making it very comfortable to listen to. "You're not busy with church affairs, what are you doing wandering around at home?"

Seeing that she had attracted her mother's attention, Mary smiled slyly:
"Oh, my mother."

"For the sake of the gods, I will definitely tell you the truth."

"I'll say it again!" Pope continued to raise his voice, "No priest speaks like this."

"Didn't you also hear Reverend Walter preach with us?"

Mary continued to say indifferently:
"Oh, my old chap."

"I swear, I'm not his parrot."

"I"

"Mary!!" This time, Pope's voice became sharp and piercing.

Mary smiled: "Okay, Ms. Drake."

"There is nothing else to do today except decoration, so Priest Yige let me come back first."

Pope reckons the same is the case.

Nodding his head, he was about to continue working, when he suddenly thought of something, and stopped at hand:
"Mary."

"What's the matter, Mom?"

Pope hesitated to speak, which made Mary a little confused.

"You know, our neighbors on Layton Street went a lot to build the temple this time."

"Even your dad seldom went out to hunt recently. For several days, he set off to Ligang Street early in the morning."

Upon hearing this, Mary smiled, "I know."

"I also know that Dad always walks in front of the decoration workers and closely follows Priest Yige."

"Now the big brother of hundreds of families in our Leighton Street."

"It's amazing!"

Pope was slightly dissatisfied with his daughter exposing his father's background:

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Your father found a job with such a good salary for everyone to help everyone."

"It's not for being a big brother."

"Okay, dad is a good man." Seeing her mother's uneasy expression, Ma Li quickly changed the subject, "The neighbors in the neighborhood are going to renovate, so what?"

"So." Pope was still a little hesitant, which made Mary anxious.

After a while, I finally figured out what to say.

"These days, women from many families are looking for me."

"About the liturgical church."

Mary looked at her mother strangely:
"Isn't this normal?"

"Aren't they just going to repair the temple of the liturgical church?"

Said, reacted.

"Ah! You mean, they also want to believe in the great god of etiquette?"

Pope nodded awkwardly: "Although no one said anything."

"But I see that when they usually chat with me, they start to ask me how Priest Yige agreed with you to join the church without saying a few words."

"As you know, Father Earth Church doesn't need poor people like us to be believers."

"The last time Pastor Walter finished his sermon in San Zemla Square, he ignored us."

"I'm just looking for a big shot from outside."

"Everyone didn't expect to be reused by Priest Yige like you and become a preparatory clergyman."

"But even simply being a believer is a big deal."

"The Church of Etiquette attaches so much importance to you, everyone will always want to give it a try after seeing you."

"after all."

"After all, they are poor ghosts born in Leighton Street, just like me, right?" Mary helped her mother finish what she wanted to say.

Pope could only be silent.

Seeing this, Mary sighed with complicated emotions.

After thinking about it, he replied, "Mom, I can't give you a definite answer now."

"Because I haven't officially joined the church yet."

"How would it be possible to know who the church will accept?"

"That's something only Priest Yige can decide."

When Pope heard his daughter's answer, he was both disappointed and relieved:
"Then I'll tell everyone that."

"However." Mary changed the topic again, "I can ask Priest Yige tomorrow."

"He never said that he would never accept us poor people as believers."

(End of this chapter)