Chapter 180: Don't Waste It
In the center of the church, a white cross stands at the center.
The church is completely white.
Villagers and the poor are lined up, waiting for bread.
Sis, one of the nuns, hands a loaf of bread to a child standing in front of her.
Sis's face beams. "Here's a day's worth of bread."
The boy, about the same age as Sis, has dirty clothes and dirt on his hands.
The boy takes it with a grateful expression. "Thank you very much. Thank you."
Sis smiles amicably. "It's okay. Keep fighting. You still have a lot to do in life."
Sis encourages the boy. The next person reaches out to ask for more bread.
"Here's some bread."
Sis hands the bread to the man standing in front of her, who is emaciated.
Sis nods. Time passes, and the line shows no signs of emptying.
The nuns on duty begin to change shifts. One of the nuns A very old woman walked up to stand behind Sis. "It's time for the shift change. You all can go and rest."
Each nun bowed to the old woman and walked off to find a place to rest.
Sis separated and headed into the church.
Sis entered. The room was decorated with beautiful objects.
A young woman dressed in white held a cross in her hand.
People were sitting on the chairs.
The audience was wearing what could be described as very wealthy clothing.
Handsome men and beautiful women were all listening. An old man stood in the center.
Sis walked to the edge of the room and looked directly at the old man who was speaking.
Behind the old man, a young woman held a cross.
Sis looked at the people sitting in the chairs and wearing many jewelry.
Sis smiled gently, her gaze fixed on the old man.
The man was wearing a white robe with a hint of gold, holding a large cross as big as himself, a white hat, and a cross-shaped necklace.
People sat listening to the man speak.
"This is what is called faith. God is beside us. God is our creator.
Strong faith will help people escape death and be reborn.
Believe in God, believe in His teachings, believe in trials.
Your life is a test.
All of you in this place are chosen by God.
All of you are His children. Let's talk. Amen..."
The old man pulled his hands together, both hands touching his forehead, his eyes closed.
The people seated there followed suit and spoke in unison.
"Amen--------"
Sis followed with a smile. "Amen."
As time passed, the people sitting in the church began to leave. Before leaving, he placed his donations in a jar.
The old man watched as the people left the church, chatting briefly to gain understanding.
Sis stood at the edge of the church, smiling broadly.
The old man noticed that Sis was listening.
Sis bowed to the old man and walked out of the church.
Sis walked to the front. People were still lining up to receive bread.
Sis arrived at the front of the church.
A thin, skinny boy was running at a brisk pace, his expression full of joy, having just received a loaf of bread.
The boy was running hurriedly. In the direction he was running, a man in elegant clothing was approaching.
The boy didn't have time to look ahead when he collided with the man.
A loud crash!
The boy fell to the ground, staring at the bread in his hand, and leaped forward. "Bread!"
The boy reached out, ready to grab the bread.
The bread rolled and hit the man he had hit.
The man's right foot lifted up and stepped on the bread. Smack!
His right foot stomped the bread into the ground.
The boy looked up at the man who had stomped on his own bread.
The handsome man smiled at the child. "Sorry, are you okay? I forgot to look. Are you okay?"
The man leaned forward to stare at the child.
The child wore a sad expression.
Many eyes were focused on both of them.
"My bread?"
The man looked down at his feet. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't see. Here, it's a little weird, but try it."
The man lifted his foot, which had the heel print on it, revealing a lot of scraps from his shoe stuck to the bread.
The child stared at the bread, which had changed shape.
Sis looked at him, but didn't bother to help. Even the people around him didn't bother to interfere.
Getting involved with a man wearing expensive clothes might just cause trouble.
The child looked displeased.
The audience immediately knew what was about to happen.
But before the little boy could explode with anger,
the old woman who had ordered Sis to rest stopped in front of the little boy. "What happened, little one? Do you need help?"
The old woman smiled at the little boy and bowed low.
The little boy said, "My bread's been stepped on."
The old woman tilted her head slightly, turning to look at the man who had stepped on the bread.
"Oh, I understand. It's just one piece. It's okay. Come here. I'll get you a new one."
The old woman stood up and took the little boy's hand, leading him to the man who had stepped on the bread.
The old woman bowed her head in apology. "I'm sorry. This child was careless. I hope I didn't stain your clothes. We'll make it up to you."
The man who had stepped on the bread smiled friendly.
"No need to be upset. I don't mind." It was just a little dirty. Next time, we should handle it better so we don't have accidents like this.
The old woman thanked him profusely and looked at the little boy. "Alright, little boy, apologize to this old man. I'll bring you a new piece of bread."
The little boy looked angry, but he agreed.
The little boy bowed his head. "Sorry."
The man nodded, satisfied, and walked away.
People saw that the situation had calmed down.
The old woman picked up the trampled bread and put it in her pocket.
The old woman held the boy's hand to take the bread.
Sis, who was watching from a distance, heard a voice behind her.
It was the old man speaking in the church. "Don't waste food. Do you know how many steps it takes to make bread?"
Sis thought as she looked at the bread in the little boy's hand.
"First, mixing the flour.
Second, kneading the dough.
Third, kneading the dough."
Step four: De-aerating and dividing.
Step five: Resting the dough.
Step six: Baking.
"Very good, my dear child. It's very difficult to get that thing, you know?
Don't let other people's efforts go to waste.
When other people's efforts aren't in vain,
then your efforts...
People won't go to waste.
The one who always stands by you is God.
God didn't create us...
in vain. There must be a reason for our creation."
Sis nodded and bowed her head in thanks for the guidance. "Thank you for the guidance. God will always be by our side. Amen..."
The old man nodded, patted Sis's head slightly, and then walked away.
Sis secretly glanced in the direction of an old man who was getting into a waiting carriage.
The old man got into the carriage, secretly looking at the old man patting Sis's head.
And the carriage drove away.
Sis noticed those pair of eyes.
Time passed, and in an empty place, Sis drank a training potion ordered from Rindel. It was a second-level training potion, a golden bottle.
Sis sat under a tree, her face calm. The golden potion was completely drained.
A golden glow shone through her stomach.
Light energy surged around her.
Sis began to hurriedly absorb the energy.
"Interesting. I can see through all of your schemes. Between me, the true representative
of God, and you, the self-proclaimed representatives of God,
who will receive God's love? Mister One, hurry up."
What exactly did Sis see, and what were they planning?
In her bag, there was a golden cloak depicting a goddess glowing slightly.
This cloak had been received by Arthur by the wind.
It was given to Arthur by a Seraph.