United Kingdoms

- Have a drink? There's always time for that with an honest man. But you know what bothers me – how is it that you say bandits have been bothering you for so long, but you haven’t even seen them once? You live here, Lek, you go around, you do things, and I bet you’ve seen them at least a hundred times. And what’s the story with Viggo? - Helmut asked both of them his last question. - Just friendly neighbors?

- Well, it just didn't happen; I haven't seen them myself, honestly. Ask the elder, or maybe the farmers or the miller; they should definitely know what's going on.

But now, some successes can already be observed: dozens of aristocrats enlightened by our faith voluntarily donated money to help those in need, improving living and working conditions. We only need to wait a little longer, and then, I am sure, your future will become much brighter, and the prospects for spiritual improvement will become even closer.

Having finished listening to the clergyman's instructions, the hunter sighed heavily. "So, that's how it is. People are right when they say that people of the church know more than we do. I guess I'll go hunting tomorrow and start reconnecting with the world, maybe my life will start to improve. Thank you, Father!"
Thanking Ahelsius once again, the hunter left the church and headed home.
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The house that Ahelsius' group was supposed to visit today turned out to be significantly richer than yesterday's. Of course, it couldn’t compare with the mansions of aristocrats or wealthy merchants, but it was good in its own way. All members of this family are very talented and successful in their chosen crafts, and this is how they earn a living. The house belongs to an elderly woman named Greila, and currently she lives there with her grandson Paris and his girlfriend Xamelonna. It so happened that the women didn't get along at all – the old woman can't stand her grandson's friend, and she, in turn, wishes her a speedy death.

- What's going on! - The young man, as could easily be determined by his annoyed face, was not happy about the appearance of church people at his doorstep. "Grandma, what are you doing?"
- Be quiet! You don't listen to me; maybe they will convince you," said the old woman, carefully examining Ahelsius and his small squad from head to toe. "Aren't you too young for such work, son?" There was dissatisfaction in Greila's voice, but soon she softened her tone. "But then again, the Church probably knows who it sends, never mind."
- Madam," Delos intervened in the conversation, "do you even know who you are talking to? Show some respect!"
- You'll grow up to my age, brat, then you can tell me what to do, but until then, wipe the milk off your lips and shut up.
It was clear that Delos was ready to lose patience, which was very unusual for him – apparently, the old woman had touched a nerve.