George wandered around the Night's Watch as if he were surveying a statue, and when his eyes turned behind the Night's Watch and saw the wings of light behind him, his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
"An angel?!" He wiped his eyes hard to make sure he was not mistaken. And the heavenly servant also had a pair of light wings on his back, only a little shorter.
'Right, there is a god in this world, I almost forgot again.' Slapping his chest, George immediately lightened up. In the mythological stories of the holy canon, every believer will be received to the kingdom of heaven after death, and those who descend to the earth, are the messengers of God.
In the canon of those illustrations, as well as the church frescoes, the appearance of those angels and the night watchman will be very similar. But there is no doubt that the pattern of the armor on the night watchman is much finer than that in the church frescoes.
"Although very expensive, but just look at this face, is indeed worth the money ..." George nodded, very satisfied with this spending of his own.
George tried to talk to him, but the Yingling never answered. And in the next series of attempts, he gradually found that the night watchman was like a most stereotypical military man, only responding to his own orders.
From the behavior of the spirit, it is clear that he has his own thoughts and intelligence, and does not look worse than normal people. However, it is very unlike to communicate with people.
"Go on patrol." George finished with a sigh, not going to waste any more words.
After listening, the night watchman bowed. Then unfolded his feathered wings and flew out of the tomb.
Seeing such a scene, George raised his eyebrows slightly: 'This guy looks pretty cool. I believe that the lords and ladies working outside today will be in for a big surprise.'
There is this matter about how to blow this evening, in this moment of work, he has completely thought about it.
Back to his senses, George cleared his throat and restored his lordly majesty. Then, he turned around and gazed at the two more illusory light shadows.
He knew that this was the 'Holy Spirit' that he had told the old blacksmith.
The heavenly servant was much more hazy and could only see a rough outline of a blue body. But the two short wings of light on the back are very conspicuous!
Those who were closest to them in life may be able to sense a hint of familiarity from them. But it may be because it is a spiritual body, and has been to the Kingdom of Heaven. So the memories of the mortal world have been forgotten, or by them as a hurried gap of millions of reincarnations, simply no longer stay in the mortal world.
"Daniel ah, you are also considered to have become a Buddha on the ground... Ahem, wrong words again. But anyway I have done another good thing."
George couldn't help but smirk and touch his neck, feeling his red scarf become even more vibrant.
The divine aura on the servants of heaven, although not as much as the spirits, but is very soft, a glance can be seen, this is the good order-keeping camp of the 'people'. Occasionally the face flashes, the expression is like the figures in the frescoes on the dome of St. Vereker Cathedral, and every move is like the most standard of those saints in the holy canon.
'This most can fool the God of refuge, ah, I this small pounds, can not train such a servant to! George stroked his chin and thought: 'But it's just farmers, why make it so forced ah. It is true that the gods like such vain and hypocritical things.'
The heavenly servant seemed to be a bit smarter than the Yingling, but never spoke either, like a curmudgeonly butler. But when George said something about his needs, their flexible response and amazing memory were what dazzled George.
He just said that the crypt was too dirty, and there were a few words in the language that he wished to have the place cleaned. Immediately after that, he saw the two heavenly servants put their arms on their chests and after bowing, they started to work.
The way they work is completely different from people, as if they can magic. In the process of walking, just a gentle wave of the arm, those tombstones will soon become clean and tidy up.
Moreover, George found that those places that became clean were not only as neat and tidy as new, but even the broken places were restored to their original state.
"No wonder one can top ten, this went to the Kingdom of Heaven a trip gilded, back is not the same ah ... I have saved my castle." Looking at the crypt, which was completely changed within a few minutes, George's heart was as if those lights were pleasantly incomparable, constantly emitting brilliance: "Go, go to the smithy and find Duke, he will tell you what to do."
The two men bowed again, standard as if they were trained noble butlers. Immediately afterwards, they flew out of the chamber and disappeared.
"This training fee spent in the Kingdom of God was not spent in vain. Even when running, they are faster than normal." George felt that the wood that was difficult to carry in those lumberyards, it seemed that there was someone who could also help. The Heavenly Servants could stay outside the territory for an hour, and with their speed, they would have no problem walking 20 to 30 kilometers an hour.
The logging site is more than a dozen kilometers in a straight line from the territory, although the mountain roads are curvy and the actual distance is much greater than that. But George is remembered in the vicinity of the lumberyard is a river.
If the river transport, will save a lot of time. And a few kilometers southwest of the territory of a river, it should be the downstream of the river.
When the time comes, if these 'farmers' help, it will be possible to carry a large batch of wood at a time. Even if it is too late to transport to the territory, you can also ask the people to take over the river side.
After thinking about it, George patted his dusty hands and walked out of the crypt.
In the morning, George's heart was still under pressure to breathe a little, but now is feeling the whole person are lighter.
When passing by Rona's little shabby house, the happy George could not help but take a look at it.
The door was broken, leaking out a large crack.
He, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but curiously catcalled up and looked inside.
'As a good lord, caring about the living environment of his subordinates, this reason is reasonable, right? This house is really a little too shabby...''
George cleared his throat and walked in.
The environment inside the house was very different from what George had imagined. The woman who looked very spoiled, there was no stench in the room, but instead, after catapulting in, he smelled a faint scent of flowers. This floral fragrance he seemed somewhat familiar, like some kind of herbs. This made him feel even more curious, and also felt that he had come in more reasonable...
The environment in the stone house was small and seemed somewhat crowded. And one corner had collapsed down. The stone seems to have not had time to completely clean out, and the top was just covered with a broken straw mat.
There was no bed in the room, only a pile of weeds, yet it was laid clean and tidy. There are several neatly arranged bottles and jars in the corner opposite the 'bed'. There was also a bouquet of flowers in a clay bottle on a small wooden cabinet on the wall.
Near the bottle, there were several garlands, as well as several small, brightly colored spotted mushrooms.
Other than that, there was only one clothesline in the whole room - almost poking George's head.
Looking at the forehead in front of the white corset hanging on the clothesline, George blushed and swallowed his throat, pulling his eyes elsewhere.
The thing on the clothesline is something extremely private for the girl. Obviously the little stutterer is embarrassed to hang outside, so it is specially hung in the house.
However, but still let people see everything...
George cleared his throat, pretended to move his face, came to the top of the small wooden cabinet to look up. He found that the fragrance was emanating from the very bouquet of flowers in that clay vase.
''Fragrant God Flower? This is a real herb, after refining it into a potion, it is capable of greatly restoring spiritual power. It is rarely seen in the forest, where did that little stutterer find it?''
It doesn't look like it's going to be ground into a medicinal powder, it should just be collected because she likes it.
And she seems to like not only this kind of stuff, George after turning over some jars and jars, surprised to find that there are many other kinds of flowers and plants after drying, and even many colorful mushrooms!
And these even know some medical mountain people are difficult to identify, will not collect things, but she was collected!
These things have not been ground, that is, do, the collector did not refine them into potions prepared.
This proves that the gatherer did not intend to do so, but only interested.
Yet all of them were special herbs.
No exceptions!