Inside the church, Donald and others sat on two benches, with Donald and Anthony in front, Stephanie, Lilo and Julia behind.

Claremont sat aside.

Some words are inconvenient to say outside.

"I know that some of you are not ordinary people. I have nothing to hide from you. Yes, the God of Harvest and Hunting does not exist. If it really exists, how dare I make wood carvings with my own appearance? This is a great disrespect to the gods. No one will be stupid enough to do such things."

Claremont's frankness made Donald feel incredible. He did not make any efforts, but told them the truth directly.

Of course, this fact can be seen at a glance for most people with some religious knowledge.

"Then why do you want to deceive these simple villagers?"

Stephanie asked.

"This beautiful lady, your question, I want to answer you with a story, okay?"

Claremont's face was as usual, and he stroked his beard with his right hand, and a smile still appeared on his face.

"certainly."

Stephanie was equally happy for the praises of an old man.

"I am a strange disciple, and my abilities are a bit special. I can transform other people's trust and affirmation of me into strength. The more this emotion, the stronger I will be. For example, if someone believes that I can lift this table, maybe I still can't do it, but if there are ten people who believe that I can lift this table, then I can lift him up!"

This is a formal self-introduction, and a statement like a preface.

"I didn't realize this ability at that time. At that time, I was just a homeless old man. But one day, I passed through a forest and saw an old man standing on the shoulder of a huge tree man, walking by dozens of meters in one step, passing through the forest. I thought it was God, so I went up and kneeled down. He just shook his head and told me, go east and one day, I will become someone else's god!"

Speaking of this, even Donald is concentrating on it. Those who can talk about God must be not mortals themselves.

Standing on the shoulders of the giant tree man... a wizard? Or a powerful disciple of wood element?

"I followed the words of the god in my heart, headed eastward, and finally came here. Do you know what this place looked like when I first came to this village? It was two years ago... I saw dilapidated houses, pale and thin villagers, barren fields and the meaningless school at the intersection... Sorry, I'm not saying that education is meaningless, I'm saying that the school with two officials and gentry as teachers teaches some institutional theories all day long. If there is even a problem with survival, it is undoubtedly extremely stupid to talk about capital and systems with the villagers."

Speaking of this, the old man no longer focused on Donald's face, but looked at the street outside the church behind them.

"At that time, I was just a wanderer passing by. When I walked all over the village, I even felt that this was a gathering place for wanderers, but I still received their help, even if it was just two or three roasted potatoes and a bowl of rice soup that could be seen at the bottom of the bowl. I saw their kindness. From that moment on, I told myself that I had found a place where I had become a god."

"I have done all kinds of work in major cities over the years. My learning ability is pretty good, so I have read a lot of books in the middle. This village is too backward. I teach them how to improve farming techniques, how to build more convenient farm tools, and how to make traps and catch prey. They know too little, so I will teach them a little bit. Do you want to ask why you don't just let them believe me, and then I can help them do more things?"

"Actually, the reason is very simple. My ability requires faith from the heart. I can't even tell them this ability, because after I say it, they will think that I have something to do, and then this trust will not be pure and my ability will not be activated."

Claremont kept saying that Donald pursed his lips, not knowing whether he should speak.

"You said."

Claremont raised his hand to signal.

"Why did you think of creating a religion?"

If you just want to help, just be a great sage. Why do you have to add an additional identity as a god-generation practitioner to yourself?

"Because I need to give them a spiritual sustenance. A year and a half ago, everything was just starting out, but it happened to have a natural disaster. At that time, almost everyone had to give up. If I didn't give them a reason to persevere, there would naturally be no village today."

Belief is invisible or touched, but in adversity, people need this kind of thing, whether it comes from the heart or from some external concept, as long as it can help overcome difficulties, it can do anything.

"Since then, they have regarded me as a god's agent. To be honest, I have a little selfishness, that is, I hope to rely on this method to gain more trust from people and help them move towards a better tomorrow."

"Then why are you building so many new houses and telling the villagers that it is for future believers to live in."

Since you have to ask, let’s say all the doubts.

"Those houses are actually for young people who are not well-off now and are preparing to marry and have children. They say they are new believers, but they are not much different, right?"

"So that's it...I have one last question, how does it feel to be a respected great sage and be believed wholeheartedly?"

Donald raised his eyebrows and asked immediately.

"It feels? Well... the hardships I endured in the past were worth it."

With eyes facing each other, Claremont looked directly at Donald, his eyes unshakable.

As he said, he turned his head to look at Stephanie, who nodded slightly. Claremont's mood was always stable and he had no negative feelings for them.

What else can you say? Can such a person really expel him from this village?

After a brief chat, Donald took a few more people out. When they walked to the door, they found that there were already many villagers waiting for them at the door, including the couple who invited them over before.

"I saw you enter the village chief's house. Have you helped the village chief bully the great sage?"

Someone asked in the crowd, and this made many people look at them with hostility.

Although Donald was not afraid of being stared at by dozens of people, he also felt it was difficult. He couldn't fight them, right?

But soon his attention was attracted by some people in the crowd, and he began to look at them carefully.

"They just came to ask me for questions. My conversation with these people is something to be happy about, not what you think."

Claremont came out specifically to help them clarify, and this etiquette was thoughtful enough.

His words were obviously much more useful in this village than the village chief. The villagers' eyes when they looked at them were immediately full of kindness, as if anyone who was recognized by the great sage would be a good person.

Donald turned around and bowed to express his gratitude, and the others did as well. Only Lilo was still focused on the snow ball that had just been touched from the stone next to him.

The group returned to the street to stroll.

"Donald, although he is fake, what he said seems to be true. How can we expel such a kind person?... Even if we expel him, I'm afraid that once we leave, he can come back easily and continue to be this great sage. The village chief will definitely not be able to stop him. In this way, how should we explain to the village chief?"

Stephanie scratched her head with some worries. She was actually a little moved by what Claremont did.

"The ladies in this village are so beautiful..."

Walking on the road, Donald suddenly said something like this.

"Ah! What are you thinking? We are talking about the serious matter now!"

As a girlfriend, although the two of them didn't have much close contact, Stephanie had never lost to other women in jealousy. When she heard Donald's words, she immediately became furious. She put her hand on the soft flesh on Donald's waist and started twisting the next second, but she was caught by Donald.

"What I said is the main business."

Turning around and pinching Steffini's chin and turning around, Donald smiled mysteriously.

"This is not a serious matter. You are bullying me and believe you. I saw it just now. Your eyes kept sweeping from the crowd. I thought you were looking for something, but it turned out to be looking at women... Are they as good as me?"

He put his hands on Donald's neck and shook his swaying relentlessly. Finger, who had been staying on Donald's shoulder, had to jump on top of his head and turn into a "white felt hat".

Anthony, who was beside him, looked at the direction where the crowd had just dispersed, and then smiled and said, "It's true, they are all pretty."

“Hahaha~”

Donald laughed as soon as he heard this, and Stephanie's cheeks were so angry that she was red.

Until the winter festival, they did not go to the village chief to report on the situation.

On the one hand, Donald has not yet determined what the facts are. On the other hand, as they are, there is no need to explain anything to the village chief.

When night fell, the village began to become truly lively.

The stage and surrounding buildings around the fire pit at the intersection have been built. The villagers each walked out of the house with their own best dishes, and soon filled the entire long table.

"Have you thought about how to expose him? Or do you want to be straightforward..."

The village chief, who had been waiting at home for a day, was obviously a little impatient. He didn't come with the dishes. Generally speaking, he would not attend this festival.

"Wait a little longer, didn't you say that he would go to communicate with God alone after 12 o'clock? That's the best opportunity."
Chapter completed!