There are many priests in New England, and more priests are unsuccessful.

Without spending much effort, Williams found several priests.

They stood together, lined up, and were scrutinized by Doug.

Doug's eyes swept from one end to the other, and his different heights were like mountains. "I need you to help me teach my children how to read and read, but I can't preach in this process. Leave now if I don't want to."

Among the six or seven priests, three of them turned around and left silently after hearing Doug's words.

Even though it’s great to have money!

Even though they are poor!

But poverty will not let their faith be covered with dust.

These three priests, the pious, followed their faith.

The remaining three priests, one of the middle-aged priests with a little gray hair, said, "Dear Mr. Doug, kind, give the children food and knowledge, but why can't they be bathed in the arms of the Lord?

You are so kind, like a lost lamb…”

"go out!"

Before he could finish speaking, Doug pointed to the door and said.

"road……"

"go out!"

The middle-aged priest who was interrupted again turned around and walked to the door, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Doug's face, he could only shake his head.

The remaining two priests are relatively younger.

One dressed like a normal priest, while the other didn't look very normal.

Although he could barely be seen as a clergy in his clothes, his unruly expression, sighing stubble, and loose movements could not associate him with the sacred in any way.

"What else do you do besides the identity of a priest? Let me tell you first."

"I... I usually write articles to newspapers, The New Haven Times, and... The New Haven Daily..." said the first priest who looked more serious.

"What is the signature?" Doug asked, flipping through the newspaper on his desk.

"No...no signature. What I wrote will...is sold to people in need, including the right to sign. I am just to make money." The young priest said here, lowering his head in shame.

Doing is one thing, but saying it is another.

He also had expectations for the future, dreams and ideals.

However, when he woke up, he realized that dreams were just dreams.

"I know." Doug nodded without comment, turned to ask another priest, "Where are you?"

"Sell fake medicine." said the young man who looked fancy and fancy.

"Sell fake medicine?" Doug repeated in a questioning tone.

"I press the tapioca flour into tablets and sell it as medicine. Some people will be fine after taking it, while others will be beautiful." said the fancy young priest.

"..." Doug was speechless. This was the first time he saw such a righteous person selling fake medicine in this world.

However, tablets without active ingredients may not be useless.

Medical means do not heal the human body, but help the human body heal itself.

Although placebos like cassava chips have no physical effect, they will give strong mental hints, which will enhance their immunity to some extent.

Doug looked at the remaining two, the bottom of the priests, and the losers among the losers, and began to make difficult choices.

Is it a priest who doesn't even want to sign?
Chapter completed!