There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"tool……"

"Word……"

"The majority of immigrant ethnic groups..."

After I finished reading this long and tedious historical passage, which was difficult for me to understand, I saw that the two little ones were seeing stars.

This book is very well-researched, but it's probably too difficult for these two children who aren't even old enough to go to school yet.

I glanced at the two children and saw that they weren't interested in reading anymore, so I closed the book.

"Alright, that's all for today's class."

I laughed and shook the two children who were almost asleep on either side of me awake: "I haven't introduced you by your names yet."

Chapter 29 Seeing God in My Dreams Every Day

At that moment, a gentle voice rang out.

"Are you Mr. Marcus? Please forgive me for not greeting you sooner."

Hearing the voice, the two little ones jumped up from their chairs and shouted, "Father Carter! You're awake!"

The priest, who had been walking with a dignified and steady gait, dressed in his clerical robes, suddenly lost his footing when his presence was called out.

“Father, I was praying, I wasn’t sleeping,” the priest said with a squinting smile.

"But there's snoring coming from inside!" the little boy said. "I could hear it even when I was peering through the door!"

“That’s the sound of my prayer, not snoring,” the priest said, his eyes crinkling into slits as he smiled.

"But there are drool stains on your clothes!" At this point, the little girl chimed in to expose him.

"..." The priest paused for a moment, then said with a smile, "That's where the holy water was used for prayer, little one, don't misunderstand."

At that moment, a deafening alarm clock rang out from the small room the priest had come out of, almost lifting the roof off the church!

At this moment, it became clear that the priest was extremely composed; he pretended that nothing had happened and turned to me, saying...

“Mr. Marcus, I set my alarm for 7 a.m. yesterday, which is reasonable, isn’t it?”

"........."

You've been stripped down to the point where you have nothing left but your underwear! What are you pretending for?

I took a deep breath, my eyes shining with a sense of shared purpose, and stepped forward to shake the priest's hand.

“Father Carter, no need to say anything, I understand.”

“Mr. Marcus, can you tell me what you know?”

"Yes, I understand how you feel."

"Father, I really wasn't sleeping, I was praying."

"Hmm, how could a priest lie? Don't talk nonsense." I turned around and pretended to scold the two kids next to me.

The two little devils were clearly precocious for their age, and they both spoke loudly with barely suppressed laughter.

"Understood! Father Carter did not fall asleep during prayer!"

"very good."

Then I turned to Father Carter and said...

"See? This is correct, isn't it? The priest would never lie; I believe him!"

Father Carter's face, which was still squinting and smiling, suddenly showed a few stiff spots.

If this continues, the whole town will know that I fell asleep while praying!

Those two brats will definitely be known throughout the whole town!

"...Thank you, Mr. Marcus."

After saying that, Father Carter turned and walked into another small room at the back.

I asked curiously, "Father Carter, where are you going?"

Father Carter still spoke with a smile on his face.

"Go and repent for the sight of God in my dream."

...............

Fifteen minutes later, Father Carter emerged from the confessional, this time clearly not dozing off again.

Father Carter doesn't seem reliable either. He not only fell asleep while praying, but also kept talking nonsense and deceiving children. Why do people in this town all have a bit of a silly personality?

"Father, let me formally introduce myself. I'm Marcus, the new guy at the mayor's ranch."

“I know you. Thomas introduced you to me. I’ve been wanting to make time to meet you, but my daily prayers take up too much of my time.”

Listen to this! Is this even human language? A priest using the excuse that prayer is too troublesome?

"Father Carter is so young, when did he come to town?"

Judging from the priest's appearance, he was no more than thirty years old, and could be considered one of the most outstanding young men in town.

"Me? I took over the position here after the previous priest retired. It's been almost ten years now."

Wow, it seems he's a rare find among the young people in town, truly a rare breed. Most of the young people in town are native-born locals.

"It must have been tough for you, Father Carter, to be sent to such a remote town."

But Father Carter didn't express any dissatisfaction. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's not hard work at all. Actually, I asked to come here myself."

"You requested to come here yourself? Is there anything special about this town?"

I suddenly recalled the monologue I'd seen in the mine behind the hot spring resort. Had the priest discovered something unusual?

Father Carter watched the two children playing by the door, a smile on his face, a ray of warm sunlight shining on him. He seemed to shift his position comfortably and nestled into his seat.

“What’s so great about churches in big cities? You have to get up early every day to pray and preach, hold Mass every weekend, officiate at weddings and funerals, and teach at church schools. If you’re unlucky, you might get assigned to the Council of Public Affairs, the College of Cardinals, or the Nine Holy Places, where you have to attend those endless meetings every day.”

"Let me tell you a secret, those old people can sit still for eight hours straight, maintaining a solemn and sacred posture. But I fall asleep in three minutes."

I finally understand why Father Carter's expression looked so familiar.

His facial expressions can be seen in many places, such as parks, squares, riverbanks, grasslands, nursing homes, chess and card rooms, and senior activity centers.

That was the contented expression of a retired senior citizen.

"Look how nice it is here! There's so little to do, the air is so fresh, and I have free time every day to do what I love. I can even teach these innocent and adorable children."

"My sleep has improved since I came here."

Thinking about how my sleep was ruined by a horse last night, I couldn't help but sigh, "Sleep is really important."

Father Carter also showed an approving expression: "Yes, sleep is really important."

Then he looked at me with a knowing look in his eyes.

Wait a minute, you almost led me astray.

How could I be the same as a heartless priest like you who falls asleep while praying?

“Father, aren’t the lessons you’re giving them a bit too advanced?” I decided to change the subject, not wanting him to think that I was in cahoots with him.

"You saw that book, didn't you?"

Father Carter said with a look of surprise.

"That book was actually from my own collection, not a textbook for teaching. But since we don't have enough textbooks right now, I'm using the illustrations as examples for our lessons."

"Is the author of that book very famous?"

I also glanced at the huge book on the table. This lazy priest must be someone important to carry such a large book.

Father Carter sighed softly and said.

"The author of this book was actually a friend of my grandfather. He was a history professor at Miskatnik University, but unfortunately he passed away a long time ago. The book was never reprinted after its first printing, and only the original sponsor's family has a copy."

Father Carter suddenly looked at me with piercing eyes.

"Would you like to hear a story about this historical manuscript?"

"Okay."

Since that book is so well-researched and richly illustrated, and it looks like it was written by a scholarly old man, what interesting things could it possibly contain?

"The story begins with a gift my grandfather received on his sixtieth birthday."

"A tall man who looked like a tropical sailor handed over a bound manuscript. The first half of the manuscript was a series of reinterpretations of history."

"The first half of this manuscript, filled with imaginative ideas and solid research, immediately captivated my grandfather. But the second half abruptly ended, disappearing as if chopped off with a knife or axe."

"My grandfather read through the half-manuscript with great enthusiasm and excitedly recommended it to his friends in his history enthusiasts' club."

"But a strange thing happened: the book was delivered to all the members of the History Enthusiasts Club on the same day and at the same time."

"While everyone was looking at each other in bewilderment, a cautious member noticed that each person's manuscript had a different section in the latter half."

"Some discussed a particular land policy of the religious empire, some repeatedly emphasized the population problem of the primitive empire, and others simply described the totems of the seaside ruins aimlessly. Even more outrageous, some people's manuscripts ended with just a scribbled doodle."

"According to on-site statistics, the 34 incomplete manuscripts contained 16 original historical documents, 9 archaeological site reports, 5 ancient territory reconstruction maps, and 4 meaningless doodles."

“My grandfather did not take the manuscript with him when he went out that day, so he rushed home in the rain to check the manuscript and find out what was going on.”

"To his utter horror, when he turned to the last page of the book, he saw what appeared to be someone writing on the spot. Words appeared one by one on the manuscript, expressing gratitude for his grandfather's previous generous support, and a passionate eulogy was written on the spot..."

I opened the manuscript in utter shock, quickly found the last chapter, and my heart pounded.

The last page felt incredibly heavy, pressing down on my fingers and making them tremble slightly. I had to rub it several times before I could finally turn the page.

It clearly read: "You've been scammed!"

"........."

"Father Carter, may I ask what this means?"

"As you can see, it's a ghost story."

"Oh, I've been tricked."

"Yes, Mr. Marcus."