The shrill cold wind rolled up large tracts of snow, crossing the dim space, and the world turned into a white world. Looking up, I couldn't see the sun, but I could only see the fist-sized snowflakes swept by the strong wind flying in the sky. The cold wind and blizzard blocked the sun and the sky.

The buildings in the frozen town are typical of the southern Neville style. The triangular roof is the most stable structure and can withstand the pressure of snow and strong winds to the greatest extent. The houses on the surface are made of a layer of wooden boards, but in fact the structure inside is very complex. Each house here has a five-story structure, three of which are thick wooden boards. Between each floor, there is a layer of leaves of the Damlair coniferous tree made by special technology. After special processing, these needle-shaped leaves will condense into a soft paste. After applying them between the two floors of wooden boards, they will not only have a good insulation effect, but also have a very good fire resistance. Living in a room with a five-story structure is not only warm but also safe. This is also the biggest reliance for residents on the snow field to live here.

The white snow was piled up on the roofs of each wooden house layer by layer. The translucent ice cones hang down along the eaves. Under the heat from the windows, cold water droplets slowly dripped from the ice. Before they could land, they freeze into small and round ice beads, shining under the eaves.

Another morning came in the small town. The long sound of deer sounds mixed with the noisy dog ​​barking, breaking the silence of the morning. Soon, the townspeople who were awakened by the barking of dogs and the sound of deer lit up the lights in the room, and various sounds gradually came out from the rooms. The crying of children, the shouting of mothers, the shouting of men when they work, the collision of tables, chairs and furniture, and even occasionally the friction sounds when the doors are opened and switched. The sounds are becoming more and more messy, indicating that the new day's life has begun from now. Just like countless winter mornings for hundreds or thousands of years, monotonous, but contains vitality.

In the frozen town, people have long been used to such mornings, peaceful and peaceful, and calm physically. But today, the town has broken this tradition. The atmosphere in the town is no longer calm, but is like a festival. Every household is filled with a joyful atmosphere. The sensitive children seem to sense the joy in the hearts of adults. The children who have been in a ten or even twenty days are like birds out of the cage, running out of the door in the wind and snow, playing in the ice and snow, without caring about their little ones.

My face was red from the cold. I didn't care about the two ice ripples under my nose. For a moment, the children's laughter echoed everywhere in the town. In the past, if children did this, they would inevitably get a beat, but today's adults were in a very good mood. After the children were caught by their parents, they would just slap their butts a few times at most, and then a piece of hot freshly baked bread was stuffed on their hands, and some of them were covered with a thick layer of jam. I couldn't figure out whether this was a punishment or a reward.

After a while, the town became noisier. Many families went out to wear the most beautiful clothes, put on thick coats outside, walked out of the warm home despite the wind and snow, and walked towards the auditorium for gatherings in the town. Whenever they met other people on the road, the two small teams would gather together, and the two families would come together and walk together with smiles.

Some families have a hard time, and they are the protagonists today. Although the town is very small, these families have to drive their own sled deer or sled dogs to move their sick families to the sled, and then drive their livestock to the assembly hall. However, the originally sad faces of these bedridden patients are also filled with joy at this time, as if they see the dawn of hope. Once these families carrying patients meet others on the road, enthusiastic neighbors will always come to help, help control the sled or take care of the patients. Simple actions can make you feel the strong favor in the town.

Soon, the crowds around the auditorium were increasing. If you count carefully, you will find that almost all the residents in the town gathered here. The warm atmosphere seemed to make the blizzard afraid, and the snowflakes fell in the sky were obviously less. In front of the auditorium, the mayor of the beard was not so happy. He looked at the more and more villagers gathered in front of the door with a wry smile. He just notified the family of patients with severe illness at home. However, he did not expect that the news spread by word of mouth and mouth, and in just one night, it spread throughout the town. The boring life in the severe winter made a small matter a reason for the town people to celebrate. Everyone's attitude was like a festival, which made the mayor laugh and cry.

The mayor sighed and hurriedly ran into a small door behind the auditorium. It was a special small lounge in the auditorium. Four girls were holding them in the lounge, but no one spoke. They were dazed and fiddled with machinery. As for today's main character, the silver-haired priest girl, at this time, had taken off her thick coat in the warm room, changed into a white priest robe, leaning against the chair, flipping the thick novel with a purple cover with a bored look on her face.

"Miss Pastor." The mayor rubbed his hands awkwardly and said embarrassedly: "It seems that something is wrong."

"Small question?" Lina, who had her head down, rolled her eyelids, and her fierce eyes looked at the mayor from below her eyelids, and snorted coldly, "Is everyone here?"

"Ha, heh, heh." The mayor laughed dryly, scratched his head and said, "How did you know."

"You can guess it even if you guess." Lina claped the novel in her hand, and there was no joy or anger on her face: "What's more, when the four of us came here, we had already seen a large group of people coming here."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Pastor." The mayor said helplessly: "I originally notified less than twenty families, but I didn't expect...why would I go and kill them away now and leave only the families that need treatment?"

"I've come here, what's the point of driving them away?" Lina snorted, stood up in her arms, smoothed the wrinkles on the priest's robe, and finally sorted out her hair, saying to the mayor: "I guessed that there will be the current situation yesterday. Let them all come in. If you stand outside for a long time, and if you have a few people with freezing illnesses, I will have to work harder."

"Okay." The mayor is now used to the awkward attitude of the pastor, and runs out of the door connecting the lounge and the auditorium with joy on his face. He opens the door of the auditorium and puts the townsmen in, while shouting and scolding: "Slow down, slower, why are you anxious? Little Stoon, what are you trying to squeeze your father? The ground is so slippery, what if you fall to him? Walker, what about your woman? Didn't you see her just now? Oh, beating your son behind, you should beat him, and if you don't beat him, you may not have to do anything. Old Dak, you

My daughter didn't come today, haha, it's inevitable that young girls are young. OK OK, you guys are all quieter. This time the priest is a very powerful adventurer. They kindly help us believers of the goddess to cure diseases. If you make you so noisy, if you make them angry, then I will see what you will do. Now shut up, let the patient come to the front first, Leeds, Karen, let you two prepare a long table for use as a bed, and a chair, you two little bastards should be quicker."

Soon, the seven or eight people who were most seriously ill were helped to lie down on the long table. Most of these people were elderly people, and only one was still middle-aged. When everyone was busy, the four girls had appeared quietly in the auditorium. At the moment they appeared, especially Lina, the auditorium suddenly became quiet. Many young men in the town blushed and glanced at the silver-haired girl, but they were immediately educated by the young wife beside her with skillful pinching and twisting skills.

Lina held the book and wanted to get the greatest support. She made the timid she ignored everyone's gaze and walked slowly along the table. Her eyes glanced around each patient, pointed to one of the old men and said, "Take it home directly."

The family members who were with the old man were immediately panicked, especially the old man's son, a man in his forties, who shed tears in front of hundreds of people, threw themselves to the table where the old man was lying, and said anxiously: "Pastor, please show him again, please think of a solution, me, me, me..."

"If you want to take you home, take it back quickly." Lina snorted coldly and glared at the old man's son: "Go back and ask the old man to quit drinking. You can go downstairs and walk around in three days, and you can go out in ten days."

"Ah?" The old man's son opened his mouth wide and looked at Lina at a loss: "So you didn't mean to say that he was his father..."

"Hmph, I don't care about my body at all. I'll sleep in the snow when I get drunk. It's strange if I don't have any trouble." Lina said angrily: "I don't care who you believe in, but at least you are all people who share the kindness of the goddess of earth. They don't pay attention to their life and health at all. I don't like such people the most. You, that is, you remember, you can't let him drink a glass of wine in the future, so that he can live for at least twenty years."

"Sir, you can't do this." The old man lying on the table groaned, "Can I drink less in the future? I'll drink one cup every day, no no, no, a small cup."

"Yes." Lina said with a smile: "Drinking as much as you want, as long as you are not afraid of rolling in bed every day for those years, I have no objection."

After sneering, Lina ignored the old man who was muttering with a sad face. She walked to the first table and frowned suddenly. She leaned over and pressed the old man's waist. Her voice became very gentle: "Does it hurt? The injuries you suffered during the hunting before?"

"Yes." Lina's completely different attitude towards the two made the patient feel a little at a loss, and she could only nod her head blankly and said, "It was still more than ten years ago."
Chapter completed!