When you visit Mitchell Manor, you definitely need to tidy up.

So Winters first went to the river outside the town and took a bath.

He has now learned to swim and loves swimming.

Because the burden on his left leg in the water is not as heavy as on land, it can relieve a lot of pain.

Clean your body and shave your beard.

Winters took off his tattered lumberjack overalls and carefully took out a starched and ironed officer's uniform from the bottom of the box.

There are several places on this uniform that have been mended, and although the mender's hands are very skillful, it can still be seen.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is an officer's uniform.

In the eyes of an expert, it is actually the summer uniform worn by officers of the Army Academy.

This summer uniform was exactly what Winters wore when he was escorted to Plato.

Official officers' uniforms need to be purchased by themselves, but no one in Veneta made Plato uniforms - except for the "vain" Second Lieutenant Andrea Cellini.

But even Andre's hussar uniform deliberately chose a red loincloth and blue piping that was different from that of the Palatine hussar.

When Winters was preparing for winter clothing last year, she made a cashmere coat.

But underneath his overcoat he still wore his old summer clothes in protest.

After returning to Wolf Town, Winters always wore hunting clothes.

The hunting suit is not only comfortable, but also has many pockets - something Winters likes very much as a spellcaster, and the hunting suit will not reveal his identity.

Due to all these factors, the old summer clothes are at the bottom of the box.

Because I was going to have dinner at Mitchell's house today, it was able to see the light of day again.

It would be rude to visit empty-handed, but Winters didn't have any suitable gifts - he couldn't bring money with him, right?

After thinking about it, he picked up two rabbits, plucked a few bunches of wild roses, and went to the door.

The Mitchell Manor in the sunset is quiet and beautiful, and it always gives Winters a sense of warmth here.

Girard's four hounds smelled the scent of rabbit blood from a distance and ran out to greet him excitedly.

Not only did the hounds not starve to death, they also gave birth to a litter of pups. However, because the female dog did not eat enough, her breasts were all deflated and there was no milk.

Ellen couldn't bear it, so she took the puppies back to the house to raise them and fed them goat's milk.

In this way, the four hounds returned to Mitchell Manor.

The hounds were very excited when they smelled Winters' scent.

They didn't dare to pounce on Winters, nor did they dare to snatch the rabbit. They just waggled their tails desperately, ran around in circles around Winters, and licked Winters' hand to please him.

Winters was always overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the dogs. He held the rabbit high and comforted the dogs: "Don't grab it... wait until autumn, and I will take you hunting in the autumn."

But the dogs didn't understand what Winters was talking about and thought he was going to play with them.

As a result, they became even more excited, and one of them was even so excited that he leaked urine.

"That's enough!" Scarlett came to Winters' rescue and used a branch to drive away the hounds: "Bad guy! Bad dog!"

The hounds sadly walked away with their tails between their legs.

"Thank you, Miss Mitchell." Winters breathed a sigh of relief: "Is Mrs. Mitchell here?"

Scarlett blushed slightly and took Winters' arm: "I'm waiting for you."

Little Ms. Mitchell almost looked like a boy, with her hair tied in a ponytail and trousers—something unimaginable for a "respectable" lady.

Ellen waited for Winters on the porch.

She took the bouquet and smiled lightly: "What beautiful roses, Mr. Montagne."

"Really?" Now it was Winters' turn to blush: "Actually, I didn't even know it was Qiangwei..."

He plucked these flowers casually on the roadside, leaving him with several small wounds.

"Then you must be careful. Roses have rich meanings and cannot be given away casually." Ellen invited Winters to come in: "The tableware has been set and is waiting for you."

"Sorry for being late." Winters laughed heartily and calmly loosened his waist: "But I can smell the aroma of stewed chicken from a distance."

Winters handed the rabbit to the maid and walked into the Mitchell mansion.

There was another guest sitting next to the dining table, and Winters couldn't believe his eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Montagne." Father Carman saluted and greeted him politely.

Winters was stunned for a moment, then walked up to Kaman and gave the priest a bear hug.

Father Carman was unable to resist this sudden warm welcome.

He was at a loss, raised his arms stiffly, and looked at Mrs. Mitchell for help.

"Mr. Montagne is very happy to see you." Ellen smiled happily: "Father Carman."

Kaman sighed and patted Winters on the back in disgust: "Okay... okay."

Scarlett held her mother's arm and looked at the "touching" scene in front of her, with a smile on her face.

Winters let go of his arm, grabbed Kaman's shoulder, and asked in surprise: "Why are you back?"

Kaman smiled bitterly and moved away Winters' hand: "Why can't I come back?"

"I mean...how did you come back?"

"I am a clergyman." Kaman's tone was light and airy: "Of course, if you want to return to my diocese, you can return to my diocese."

Winters asked impatiently: "Do you know the whereabouts of the others?"

"Some people are separated from me, and some people have been inspired by the Lord." Kaman's eyes were a little dim: "I came back on my own."

"Where's Mr. Mitchell? Have you met him?"

Carman shook his head: "No, I have already told Madam. I have not met Mr. Mitchell."

"Sit down and talk." Ellen greeted gently: "The soup will be cold in a while."

The four of them sat down at the dining table.

Mr. Mitchell Sr. is not at home, and Mr. Mitchell Jr. is on duty in the military camp, so the main seat is empty.

The four of them sat facing each other, Scarlett sitting next to Winters, Father Carman and Mrs. Mitchell sitting on one side.

"About Anthony Priest." Winters comforted Carman: "I'm sorry."

Kaman bowed calmly and said the words commonly used by clergy: "Brother Anthony is not in pain. He is with the Lord now and has eternal life. As for the gold and silver sacrificial vessels, those are not important."

At this time, Winters didn't know what to say.

He had a vague feeling: the Wolf Town church was in ruins, and Kaman was not as sad as he was.

"By the way, Mr. Montagne." Ellen looked at Winters across the table with her light blue eyes: "Father Carman and I have discussed something, and I hope you can lend a helping hand."

"You can say so." Winters replied solemnly.

"Can you send some manpower to rebuild the Wolf Town Church?" Ellen added kindly: "Of course, your efforts will not be in vain. Father Carman and I came up with a way to get the best of both worlds."

Winters' face turned slightly red, he coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and hurriedly explained: "No... you don't have to ask me for compensation..."

Winters tidied up the cemetery, repaired roads, and rebuilt the blacksmith shop, town hall, and sheriff's office.

But he didn't care about the Wolf Town Church, and it was still a scorched ruin.

He wants to build prefabricated houses for the militiamen and prepare shacks for the refugees, so how can he have the time to rebuild a church?

Not only did Winters neglect the church, he also seriously considered demolishing the remaining stone walls of the church and building other houses - stone is a good thing, how can it be wasted?

However, considering the status of this building in the hearts of the people of Wolf Town, Winters was very sensible and did not dig the foundation of the church wall.

But since Mrs. Mitchell and Father Carman asked, Winters naturally agreed on the spot.

He has no shortage of manpower and building materials, so rebuilding the church is not a difficult task.

Mrs. Mitchell and Carman asked for only this one thing, and then it was time for the usual dinner.

Several people chatted comfortably, and Mrs. Mitchell could always continue the conversation appropriately.

Father Carman seemed to be in a dull mood, immersed in the food.

After the excitement of the reunion subsided, Winters looked at Kaman and suddenly realized: he was sitting in front of a magical user.

And he is also a "friendly" magical user.

At least Kaman didn't kill him to silence him, and it doesn't look like he wants to try to silence him in the future.

Winters was almost trembling with excitement, and his legs were shaking under the dining table.

The way he stared at Carman even made Scarlett's expression become strange.

But Winters' rationality still existed, and he was careful not to speak rashly, and continued the dinner calmly.

"We have to find a way, at least draw up an experimental plan first." Winters unconsciously stirred the soup plate with a spoon: "At least not now."

He immediately decided to draw the drawings immediately when he went back tonight! Construction of the church would start tomorrow! He promised to make the church beautiful for Carman!
To be continued...