A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

After being told many things by Philly, Father Thun also realized this.

And Father Thun did indeed do a lot of things under Philly's guidance.

However, limiting their activities to the capital city was no longer sufficient.

Previously, the capital was the origin of various events, but now the center of these events is beginning to shift.

If Father Thun wanted to continue suppressing the world's distortions and chaos, he couldn't stay in the church indefinitely.

But Father Thun was not an adventurer and did not have a heart to travel the world.

Father Thun looked at the statue beside him with a bewildered expression.

Father Thun, who worships "Gaidor the Old Man of Guidance," always helps others find answers, but when he himself is confused, who will help him find answers?

Saving the world? Taking care of these children?

The two things were simply too difficult for the priest to weigh.

“Saving the world…ha…” The priest gave a bitter laugh; what a strange phrase it was.

Saving the world single-handedly? That kind of thing probably only exists in novels.

A gust of wind blew in from the church entrance.

The surrounding candlelight flickered.

Only the tattered oil lamp hanging on the "Old Man of the Lamp, Gader" still shone brightly.

That was a blood-burning lamp, but now that it's broken, it can no longer burn blood.

It can only serve as an ordinary oil lamp.

Whether it was the old priest or Father Thun now, they are both dedicated to helping and guiding others.

But when it came to the whole world, Father Thun always had a strange feeling.

It's too big, the responsibility is too great, and too abstract.

It feels unrealistic.

If we're talking about helping the world, does that include helping those who do evil?

This includes beings as vile as the mage who killed Father Thun's family.

The thought of this would inexplicably irritate Father Thun.

"Humans can be extremely evil, or they can be extremely good." The old priest's words echoed in Thun's ears.

"Sigh..." the priest sighed.

“I will go, I will go and resolve the distortion and chaos,” Father Thun said to Philly.

“You’ve said that many times already,” Philly said, her arm around Father Thun.

Every time Philly said these things to Father Thun, Father Thun would say, "It's not time yet."

“I’m curious, what are you waiting for?” Philly asked.

“When I find someone who can take over this church.” Father Thun lowered his eyelids.

“That Sister Lizbern?” Philly thought of the girl who had just left.

Father Thun still didn't lift his eyelids.

He neither confirmed nor denied Philly's words.

"So it really is her?" Philly released her arms from Father Thun and floated in mid-air.

"You want her to take over your church?"

"But have you ever considered that she might take over your job?"

"Taking care of children, repairing churches, everything is still such a troublesome job."

"There is no reward, only giving."

Do you think that noblewoman will do as you wish?

Philly didn't believe that Lizbern, that noble girl, would take over the church from Father Thun.

“Phillie, do you know that we always impose our own ideas on others and selfishly force our own values ​​onto them?” Father Thun touched the ring on his hand.

Philly tilted her head, looking at Father Thun with a mixture of understanding and confusion.

"Thun, what are you trying to say?"

“If Lizbern is unwilling, I will wait for the next one to appear,” Father Thun said, bowing his head and turning his back to Philly.

"If the next person is unwilling, then we'll just have to wait."

"I don't want to give up what's in front of me."

“Thun, you’re not prioritizing things,” Philly said regretfully to Father Thun.

"In that case, when exactly can you set off?"

"One month? One year? Ten years?"

The world is clearly more important than this church.

“You’re right, I didn’t know what was important.” Father Thun stood up.

“…” Philly fell silent.

“Children, it’s time to rest.” Father Thun stopped talking to Philly and called out to the outside.

“Okay!” the children answered in unison. The people of Vinipado, who live there, mostly rely on this side of the sea for their livelihood.

They could choose to sail, fish, or develop the tourism industry.

Everything is inseparable from the sea.

The sea that Vinipado relies on sustains countless people.

The mirage was especially lively in the early morning.

The freshest seafood appears at the sea market in the early morning, which explains why the sea market is so lively.

Large numbers of people are rushing to buy the freshest seafood.

In the crowded city, there was a man walking with his back bent.

This man wasn't hunchbacked; he was just used to walking like that.

Walking like that gives the impression of being listless.

The man had messy, unruly hair, dull eyes, and dark circles under his eyes.

Just like someone who has stayed up all night for a long time, they are listless.

His tattered linen clothes indicated that he was a poor fellow.

This guy reeked of stench; it's unclear how long he hasn't showered.

Pedestrians instinctively kept their distance from this slovenly man.

"Is that the guy Redip?" A fishmonger whispered to a customer next to him after seeing the man.

"Who else could it be but that guy?" The customer buying fish shrugged.

“Celebrity Redippo,” the fishmonger chuckled.

Of course, this statement was meant to mock Redip.

However, the fishmonger wasn't lying.

Vinipado is not a particularly large city, but most people in Vinipado know this guy, Redip.

In a sense, Redip is indeed a celebrity.

A lazy, good-for-nothing, utterly decadent good-for-nothing.

As for why he is like this?

Rumors circulated that his lover abandoned him, and he also lost his family, suffering a heavy blow.

Because of this blow, he never recovered.

Before this, Redip was apparently a model student.

Redip's despondency is understandable and everyone can see it; no one could bear such a thing.

However, if people initially felt some sympathy for Redip, now all they feel is disgust.

Redip's slump didn't last just a day or two, but for several years.

Redip spent every day like a useless person.

She was so depraved that her terrible appearance alone was enough to make people want to stay away.

Not to mention his somewhat gloomy personality.

No one would feel any goodwill towards such a slovenly and gloomy person as Redip.

It's fair to say that refraining from verbal or even personal attacks against Redipple is already quite good.

After all, people will always choose to bully the weak.

When talking about such an annoying character, the conversation can become more cheerful.

Just like the mirage right now.

"Hey, Redip, did you go back to sleep because you couldn't catch any fish?"

"Hahaha."

"Judging from his expression, that's obviously the case. Do you even need to ask?"

The people in the city burst into laughter, treating Redip as a joke.

Redup has somehow become a laughing stock.

But there was nothing that could be done; Redip was just too ridiculous.

He would casually go out to sea to fish every day, and then go home and sleep soundly.

I don't even know how this guy survived.

Everyone knows that Redip has his own simple thatched hut, but what he eats is something that really piques everyone's curiosity.

"I really don't know what you're doing alive?"

"Hey, Mr. Redip, aren't you going to promote your survival methods?"

"Haha, I'd also like to know how you manage your life."

Redip is now just drifting along, with no ambition and no concern for his future.

Even if I starve to death at home tomorrow, no one will be surprised; on the contrary, they will think that such an ending is reasonable.

They are too lazy to do their work, don't get along well with others, and don't even care about their own lives.

It's surprising that such a person is still alive.

You can't sense any vitality in Redip at all.

"Oh," Redip scratched his messy hair and gave a casual reply.

"Haha, this guy actually responded to us." Laughter rang out.

"He actually answered, and it was just an 'oh.' Redip's tone was quite arrogant."

"Don't laugh at him like that, at least he responds, hahaha." A passerby was advising someone else, but he was also laughing uncontrollably himself.

Redup glanced at the laughing men, his heart unmoved.

He's been given the cold shoulder countless times over the years, and he's gotten used to it.

These people's words had no effect on Redip.

It won't ignite Redip's fighting spirit, nor will it make Redip more negative.

Redip doesn't strive for anything, nor does he feel he can go any further into negativity.

Bearing the rumors and gossip that filled the city, Redip quietly left with his hands in his pockets.

"I'll just avoid Haishi next time," Redip thought to himself.