Handing back the bottle, he gratefully said to Emlyn: "Father White, thank you so much, I feel much better and have some strength again!"

Emlyn raised his chin and replied disdainfully: "This is just a very trivial matter, and it is not worthy of gratitude. You are really ignorant."

After speaking, he accelerated the speed of distributing the medicine.

After about ten minutes, he returned to the altar of the Mother Earth and complained to Father Utravsky: "You should find two more volunteers!"

Father Utravsky didn't respond. He looked at the patients and said with a gentle smile, "In two or three days, they should be cured."

"How do you know?" Emlyn tilted his head in surprise.

Father Utravsky lowered his head benevolently, looked at him and said, "Herbal medicine is one of the domains of the Mother God. As a believer of her, although not in the 'earth' pathway, you still need to understand basic common sense. "

Emlyn clicked his tongue: "I'm not interested in religion, and I don't know much about it."

Although I have often copied the sacred scriptures of the Mother Earth in recent months... He added a little resentment in his heart, and then said casually: "Father, I didn't expect you to accept dissidents, only two or three of them Believers of the Mother God."

Father Utravsky smiled indifferently: "They are also lives, innocent lives."

Emlyn stayed for a few seconds, exhaled, and then said: "Father, I have found a solution to the psychological suggestion, and I may leave here soon."

Wait, why am I bringing this up? I was touched by him, what if he locked me in the basement again? Emlyn suddenly became nervous.

Father Utravsky's expression didn't change at all. He looked down at Emlyn and said, "Actually, you don't need to find a solution. After a while, the psychological suggestion will be lifted naturally, and you can freely choose whether to come to the church or not."

"Wait a little longer, and I'll become a Mother Goddess, no, a devout believer of the Earth Mother Goddess!" Emlyn blurted out.

Father Utravsky raised his eyebrows and said with a little surprise: "I didn't force you to change your faith.

"The psychological hint I left is just to let you go back to the church every day, hoping that you can fully appreciate the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest."

"The only function of the psychological suggestion is to get me back to the church?" Emlyn's expression was dull.

Father Utravsky nodded frankly: "Yes."

"..." Emlyn opened his mouth halfway, and slowly and mechanically turned his head to look at the altar and the holy emblem of life of the "Mother Earth Goddess", as if he had turned into a puppet in an instant.

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In the evening of December 31, Tingen, 2 Daffodil Street.

Benson entered the house, took off his hat and coat, and said with a smile, "I've already booked a second-class seat for the steam train to Backlund on January 3."

Melissa, who was sitting in the restaurant with a few newspapers spread out in front of her, said worriedly: "Benson, the air in Backlund is too bad, he died of poisoning and disease caused by the heavy smog just a few days ago. Tens of thousands of people..."

"This is really a regrettable and sad thing." Benson walked towards the restaurant and said with a sigh, "But the upper and lower houses have passed the report of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee, and there will be corresponding legislation to regulate the discharge of smog and waste water. We will be greeted by a new Backlund, you don't need to worry too much."

Speaking of this, he smiled sarcastically: "When I came back from Iron Cross Street just now, I found that many factory owners from Backlund or their employees were recruiting there, saying that because of the smog and plague, there Many factories are understaffed, so they are willing to promise working hours and minimum wages, which will be much better than the current prevailing standards, haha.�

"You think it's impossible?" Melissa asked sharply.

"When more and more people flock to Backlund, it is doomed to be impossible, unless the upper and lower houses can pass corresponding bills and directly make regulations." Benson spread his hands, pointed at the dining table, and said, "Okay Now, it's time for us to welcome the new year."

There were three sets of knives and forks, three empty china plates, and three cups on the dining table.

Of the three glasses, one is beer and the other two are ginger beers.

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