At the end of March, Ankenray finally felt tired because of the winter that was entrenched everywhere and began to give up the land he occupied little by little. The breath of spring, with the still chilly wind and the rolling thunder in the clouds, gradually recovered in the cities.

"Mom, mom, it's thunder!!!"

In the slums south of Munze, the northern city of Ankenrien, a group of seven or eight-year-old children were jumping and shuttled through the cramped alleyways. The clear sky and dull thunder were following behind him, following their footsteps, as if playing with them, and also as if reminding them of the majesty and power of nature.

A woman sitting by the alley, holding a rusty potato in her hand and was peeling heard the shouts of her child. She stopped her movements, raised the back of her hand, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and looked at the running children with a smile.

"Slow down, little Pablo, if you fall down again, be careful that your dad will hit you."

"I know, mom!"

The boy running in front stopped panting in front of the woman and glanced at the two basins in front of the woman. In the two somewhat damaged enamel basins, one contained three unpeeled earthen potatoes, and the other contained a well-skinned earthen potato. The unpeeled earthen potatoes were brown and there were soil hanging on it. The peeled earthen potatoes were yellow and soaked in light salt water, which looked a bit tempting.

It seemed that he was hungry, and the boy named Pablo Oppenheim reached out and picked up the only staple potato from the basin, and couldn't wait to open his mouth and bit it.

"Hey, my son, have you forgotten something?"

Pablo's mother, Greta Oppenheim, reached out to stop her child gently. Life in slums is not easy, and food has always been an important resource. Today, being able to buy some cheap local potatoes from the suburbs is already a rare food. But even so, Greta does not want her child to forget to pray.

"I get it, mom!"

Pablo squeezed his eyes, held the earthy potato in his left hand, placed it in front of his chest, closed his eyes and lowered his head, put it together with his index finger and middle finger in his right hand, gently tapped on his forehead, and prayed softly.

"Thank God for giving us food, Oun is above—"

"Ohn is on the top--"

Greta Oppenheim also pointed his forehead with his index finger on his right middle finger, and completed this simple blessing ceremony at the same time as Pablo. Pablo waited for his mother's voice to fall, and couldn't wait to bite it, but immediately frowned. Even if the uncooked potatoes were soaked in salt water, they still had a clear sour taste and were not delicious.

"See you're so anxious, let's cook it in there."

Greta smiled and touched the head of her youngest son, with obvious pampering in her eyes. She and her husband, three of them died in war, leaving only the youngest one. No matter how, they can't let him suffer grievances.

"Why!"

Pablo knew that the turtle potato belonged to him when he heard his mother's words. He responded loudly and rushed into the house that was made up of iron and wooden boards behind Greta. Before entering the house, he had not forgotten to wave the turtle potato in his hands to the friends behind him.

"Look, I have some local potatoes!"

"You guys go back too. Today, the suburbs sell local potatoes, which are cheap. We have bought some, and you can still eat them when you go home."

Greta was amused by her youngest son's behavior. She comforted the group of half-baby-skinned boys in front of her with green eyes, and began to peel the earthen potatoes in her hand. Although her tone was relaxed, the four earthen potatoes in front of her were the most formal food for her family in more than a month. This way of eating from Elena made the earthen potatoes, which had never entered the mainstream recipes before, a life-saving thing for a poor person like her, and also made her more determined in her belief in Oun.

"The Supreme God Oun will not directly help his believers, but will give his believers an open window. If you want to be saved, you need to find that window yourself and step over..."

Haier Mushou's words were clearly recorded by Greta. She regarded Elena and the vendors who came to the city to sell with their turquoises as a window for Oun. She used most of their family's last savings to exchange for these four life-saving foods.

"Gugu——"

Greta's belly was also screaming, and her eyes were uncontrollably looking at the potatoes in her hand, but she did not mean to pick them up and eat them. There were four potatoes in total, which were the only food in their family until her man got the meager salary next week. She didn't feel that she was qualified to enjoy one.

"Mom, the pyroxene is no longer bright!"

Pablo, who was still excited just now, walked out with his head hanging down, looking annoyed. Greta knew that the pyroxene, half the size of a palm, was used with stinginess, which had supported their warmth for half a month. Now, he had finally exhausted his last heat.

"Here, use this."

Greta took out a thumb-sized pyroxene from her belt. It was not big, but it was very high. It was the last reserve of their family. She knew she shouldn't use it, but she could not resist her children. Pablo looked at the pyroxene and his eyes flashed, but he did not take it.

"Mom, forget it, I'll eat it right away. They said that raw potatoes can be eaten."

As he spoke, Pablo turned around and entered the house. Greta endured the hunger in his stomach, put away the pyroxene, and began to peel it silently. It was indeed edible to eat without cooked pyroxene, but it was not delicious, and it could even be said to be very unpalatable. In order to save the last pyroxene in the family, her son was so sensible, which made her nose a little sour.

"Ohn is above, may we be rich in food and clothing-"

Again, pressing her index finger and middle finger on her forehead, Greta completed her simple prayer. She picked up the enamel basin containing the three peeled potatoes and turned into the room.

"Son, mom goes to the church. You look up on this basin and don't give anyone to you when you come. Do you know? This is your father's meal. If he has nothing to eat, we will have no money. Do you know?"

"Um!"

Pablo nodded, his voice was not loud and his eyes were firm. Greta smiled, took out a rusty potato from the basin, took a cloth bag, and hurriedly left her slum. She walked through the streets and alleys, walked past one dilapidated building after another, carefully avoiding the corpse in the darkness in the corner, and finally stopped in front of a magnificent building made of stone, four or five stories high.

"Opinheim!"

The two young men standing at the door saw Greta, raised their right hands and saluted.

"Ohn is on!"

"Ohn is on!"

Greta returned the gift and walked through the heavy wooden door among the two soldiers to enter the church. The stone-stacked church interior space was huge, and the dome that was gathered upward from the bottom was filled with windows. The sunlight shone into the church from the window, reflecting a distinct column of light in the air.

"You're here?"

Among the light columns, Haile Scott, who was standing, turned around and looked at Greta with a smile. The light columns hit Scott, making Greta feel a little dazzling.

"Yeah, Lord Mushou."

"Then let's pray first, the evening prayer is not yet time."

Haier Scott nodded at Greta and asked her with concern.

"I heard that there were farmers selling grains outside the city today. Did you buy them?"

"Some local potatoes can only be covered with belly," Greta did not hide his thoughts in front of Scott. "Mr. Mushou, when will our days end in such a miserable way?"

"The suffering of this life is to repay the sins we bear, such as devout faith, and after death, you can live a peaceful and happy life."

"I see."

Greta lowered his head, slowly placed the index finger and middle finger of his right hand on his forehead, and chanted in a low voice.

“Ohn is on.”

“Ohn is on.”

Scott and she repeated the same movements, their eyes calm and deep. After chanting the Lord's prayer, they began to recite the original text of Revelation. The low voice echoed in the specially designed church, arousing countless resonances. People who worked or prayed in the church heard their prayers, stopped working, and joined the reciting team. So the voice became louder and louder, and finally formed a river of voices with great power, and echoed in this newly built church.

Haier Scott, who bowed his head and recited, was feeling a little excited when he heard this magnificent echo. It has been half a year since he arrived in Munze, and this city that was almost massacred was slowly recovering from his life. His Ouen religion was also questioned, excluded, and neglected from the beginning, and grew to the point where he had a belief in almost the entire city. Ouen religion denied the Three Gods’ statement about the supremacy of the Three Gods, put forward the concepts of suffering and sin, gods and hell, and persuaded people to be kind and live a life of bliss after death.

During the fiercest period of the Roninger war, the city was full of sorrow, and the teachings of the Oenz religion were rapidly popularized, laying the initial foundation for Haier Scott. Later, Prince Wenfeng recovered the city and the people's livelihood was slowly restored. The Oenz religion did not collect faith taxes. The believers served the people for free and tried their best to save lives and help the wounded further deepened their presence in Muenz. When Roninger surrendered, 70 to 80% of the ten people of Muenz had begun to believe in the Oenz religion. This church was also built at that time.

The voice of prayer gradually fell, and the believers memorized a chapter of "Revelation" and returned to their respective work. Greta Oppenheim was the guiding priest in the slums. She was silent for a while and looked at Haile Scott with bright eyes.

"Come on, let's talk here."

Haier Scott led Treta Oppenheim to the front seat of the church and asked her sideways.

"How did the Taren neighborhood recently? I heard that the food price rose last week and starved to death?"

The Taron neighborhood is the neighborhood where Greta is located, the old town of this city, the slums.

"Well, there was no work for a winter, so many people fled. Some people said they wanted to go to Ailena, saying that as long as they work hard, they would be full and give it to the house. But here is so far, I don't know if they can arrive. Sixteen more people starved to death last week. Our believers have done their best to share the food, but everyone is hungry and there is almost nothing to share."

"I asked for some food from the city lord, and I left some for the church for porridge. If you find some people, take them all back."

"Thank you, Lord Mu Shou."

Hearing that there was food, Greta stood up excitedly and saluted, but was held down by Haier Scott. The O'Neon priest system adopted a new system that Scott himself thought of. Most priests were part-time priests like Greta Oppenheim, who chose to take responsibility for believers with good reputation, good popularity and fairness in the group he was in. The church would not pay wages to these people, but would only provide some things and human help in times of difficulty. This system isolated most pseudo-believers who wanted to take the opportunity to make money, ensuring the purity of the church team. And those very few full-time priests were reviewed by Haier Scott one by one. They were his loyal believers and would not have the intention of disobedience.

"Now that spring is coming, the factory in the city will start soon. After the war, everything is in trouble. It takes hard labor to build houses and buildings. Your men should find jobs one after another. With work and income, they will not starve to death and their lives will continue to live. The will of the Supreme God Oun, the prophet Tata, also experienced the suffering of labor. They cannot resist, cannot question, and can seek happiness in suffering, and can wash away sins and enjoy the gods."

Hearing Haier Scott begins his mission, Greta quickly pressed his forehead with his middle finger and index finger, "Ohn is on."

“Ohn is on.”

Scott replied with a greeting and asked about the missionary work in the Taren neighborhood. The middle and lower classes of poor people have always been the main missionary objects of the Ouen religion, and the results have always been good. When he asked casually, Greta answered the missionary work in the slums seriously. She followed the teachings of the Supreme God Ouen, with humility and love, kindness and tolerance, and guided believers to help the poor and suffering people, and absorbed many believers. The two chatted about the missionary matters in the slums for a while, and it was time for evening prayers. Haier Scott and Greta said goodbye softly and walked to the front of the church.

Every day, the official prayer of O'N's The Church, and Haier Scott must preside over it himself. There are a large number of believers coming to the church, and the huge hall is almost full of people. When the bell rings, Haier Scott raises his right hand, puts his index finger and middle finger on his forehead, and chants.

“Ohn is on.”

“Ohn is on.”

The believers also spoke, their voices neatly and lowly, with unpredictable power. Greta stood in the front row of the prayer team, infected by this solemn atmosphere, without thinking, and immersed in this religious atmosphere.

The prayer lasted for an hour and ended. Believers and part-time priests said goodbye. Haier Scott went to the back of the church to change into a simpler robe, went out from the side door of the church, and boarded a carriage without any signs. The four strong young men who had already been waiting next to the carriage were boarded one by one. The coachman waved his whip, and the horse neighed softly, leaving the church that the masses donated spontaneously.
Chapter completed!