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"Gah—"

The small wooden door was arbitrarily and violently pulled open, shaking off not only a thick layer of dust but also several pieces of wood chips.

However, the comments section went a bit off track:

[This guy even knows sign language? That's a bit of an odd skill build...]

[Let's stop here. Doctors, after all, deal with patients from all over the world. It's reasonable for them to learn some sign language.]

[This dad, a recent graduate and beginner sign language apprentice, is here to debunk the myth: what he just said has absolutely nothing to do with the Holy Son!]

[The priest told them to get lost, but the big shot asked if he could move in with just his bags.]

[Thanks to the person above for the translation.]

The main issue is that last season, he couldn't communicate in his local area by yelling either.

If a wounded soldier has lost his voice, is hiding behind enemy lines, or has lost his hearing due to a shrapnel attack, he needs to be treated using sign language.

All they know are tactical and medical vocabulary, plus some everyday greetings...

There's nothing we can do; the overall economic climate is bad.

He casually stepped aside, gentlemanly making way for the few large rats that had run out, feeling no remorse for his hasty answer.

Sita stared at the several skinny, large rats, hissing his tongue. To distract himself, he asked:

"Was that middle-aged man the gravedigger?"

"Judging from his attire, he should be a priest." Aurora stared at the door, her brow furrowing slightly. "But boss..."

"According to the usual religious system, deafness and muteness are considered physical disabilities..."

In some places with extreme beliefs, especially in the context of the Middle Ages, this was even a sign of "divine punishment" or "uncleanliness," disqualifying one from even entering the core sanctuary, let alone becoming a priest to lead a ceremony.

This town seems prosperous, and that Willie looks like he's only interested in profit. How could he allow a disabled person to stay in the church?

"Whether it's real or fake, this town is perfectly constructed, so why would there be a flaw here?"

Is it a clue or a trap?

"Oh, for God's sake, Aurora, you're being too serious."

Nathan walked up to the peeling cross, made the sign of the cross, and said in a relaxed tone, "Look at our situation now, we've inexplicably stumbled into a stage play, isn't that the biggest absurdity? Compared to that, a weird town with a weird priest is perfectly normal."

I just said it was normal.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from the right side of the church.

All eyes turned to the source of the sound—

Ivan stood before three confessionals lined up in a row, his eyes clear and bright. He held up half of a moldy, openwork wooden door, with bits of wood still falling from the broken hinges.

"...I swear, I didn't use any force at all!"

He swallowed hard. "Boss, I just wanted to check if there were any rats inside. This damn door is trying to scam me!"

Looking at the confessional room that had been pulled down, door and frame together, Ren Yi remained silent for two seconds.

"I believe you." He nodded, stating calmly.

"Since you're so interested in this door, then I'll leave the church to you tonight."

Ivan's eyes widened: "Boss... you want me to build, fine, but cleaning? Shouldn't Klaus be the one doing that?"

"If you don't clean, then tomorrow you'll have to perform riding a unicycle on a tightrope and throwing maracas. You can choose."

Ivan immediately shut his mouth, shoved the door against the wall, and obediently went to find a rag.

Assign tasks to cleaning the "office" and then gather the rest of the people together as you please.

He just told the priest he wanted to stay overnight to see his reaction. It seems there's no immediate danger, so he can go ahead and cause trouble.

"Time is of the essence, let's get down to business."

Let's earn our first pot of gold first.

"Aurora, stay and supervise Ivan. Klaus, Nathan, Siddo, come with me."

"A circus...how can it not have a tent?"

......

The morning light slanted across the desolate cemetery.

Outside the church...

Perhaps it was the most bustling day in the entire town's history.

A dimly lit, cramped room.

Father Myriel awoke from the simple wooden plank; to say he awoke was more like it was time for him to get up.

She sat up straight, combed her hair perfunctorily, and put on the black robe that had turned gray... Hmm?

These clothes... are new.

Oh, right, it was brought by that young, mute stranger from out of town yesterday.

He put on his brand-new robe, which he hadn't worn in a long time. After hesitating for a while, he picked up his rusty razor and prepared to shave and wash up.

how many years?

He doesn't remember.

Father Myriel walked toward the anteroom, preparing to begin his hopeless prayers, day after day.

But today the situation seems a little different.

As soon as he reached the center of the main hall, he noticed ripples spreading across the surface of the murky holy water basin, and heard noisy conversations, children playing, and cheers coming from outside.

The commotion at the church...

In his distant memory, it seemed that such occasions only occurred when newlyweds got married.

Father Myriel's brow furrowed.

Oh, and those strangers who came last night, are they still lingering in the church?

He dragged his heavy steps toward the tightly closed door.

"Squeak—"

The heavy wooden door was slowly pulled open, and the long-awaited morning light stung Miri's eyes. He subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light and squinted to see.

The next second, he froze.

As far as the eye could see, the wind, whipping up bits of grass, fell silent as it crashed into the colossal structure ahead...

A giant circular tent?!

It wasn't just a makeshift troupe made of a few broken planks—

The tent roof was pieced together from dozens of huge animal hides of different colors. Although the stitching was scraggly, it exuded a savage vitality.

Following the edge of the wall downwards...

It was actually a single, continuous piece of red python-patterned fabric, semi-transparent in texture, with each scale's pattern reflecting a dark red, blood-red light.

As the morning breeze stirs.

The scales undulated, and at first glance, it looked exactly like a prehistoric giant python coiled up here!

If Vanessa were still alive, she probably would never have dreamed that her molt would be used as a greenhouse.

The entrance design is so ostentatious, it's hard to tell whose idea it was.

The quartz pillars on the left support the outline of the enormous snake's head; on the right, the skin-like tail meanders and hangs at the edge of the entrance, like a drooping snake's tail.

The main entrance was located precisely under the python's head.

The entire town turned out today.

Those we met yesterday, and those we didn't, all changed into unpatched vests by the men and worn their treasured woolen hats by the women.

Milia walked unsteadily into the crowd.

The crowd pushed forward, exchanging warm greetings, yet a vacuum formed around Myriel—not in space, but in spirit.

No eye contact—

The townspeople seemed to have completely removed him from their knowledge.

My gaze pierced through the throng of heads.

Below the python's head was a long wooden table, with a casual hand resting on the edge, where an exquisite wooden box sat.

"Two gold coins. Please come in."

The townspeople in the front row eagerly handed over their coins, the clinking of the coins producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Follow the gold line and find an empty seat."

Sita stood beside Renyi, holding a basket of berries and handing them to a passing child.