Middle-aged Adventurer Kein’s Good Deed

Various statues of gods are dedicated to the Artian Church in the city of Ern, together with the Lord God Audia.

Having received many wood-carved statues of the Good God Altena from the people of the village of Kuko, Kane decided to ask the church to also worship the Good God Altena.

It is thus an operation to gather faith in the Good God Altena in many places.

"Of course, I don't mind putting it down because it's the family god of Lord Audia..."

Sister Sylvia looked at the wood-carved statue of Altena and seemed to feel something.

"Mr. Silvia."

"Maybe it's my fault,"

Kane got a little lost, but decided to tell Sylvia the truth.

"Artena, the god of goodness, was my childhood friend, Artena's soul became a goddess."

"I was... I thought maybe because I had the same name, and I thought the statue was very similar to the shadow."

Apparently, Sylvia was aware.

For Sylvia, who has raised orphanage children, Altena is just as important a child as Kane.

It's been twenty years since Altena died, but for Sylvia the High Elf, who lives a long time, it's no different than it was yesterday.

The grief I buried with my own hands remains strong in my chest, without being able to save my son's life.

"Artena said she'd been watching over me the whole time, even when she died."

"Yeah, Kane was good, too. I want to talk to her again, too."

With tears in her mysterious silver eyes, Sylvia strokes the statue of God with love.

"They say people's prayers for good will be a force for Altena. I think if we strengthen our power as gods, we'll be able to talk to Mr. Sylvia, too."

"Yes... I shouldn't. He's already a god, so you have to call him Artena."

Wiping tears with a handkerchief, Sylvia knelt down and offered a devout prayer when she worshipped the statue of Artena, the god of goodness, on the altar.

Kane also joined hands so that Altena and Sylvia could patrol each other again.

A solemn air flowed into the church, that was then.

"Oh dear. Dear Sister!"

"Help me!

A lot of people's voices made the church table noisy and the injured man put on the board was brought in.

An elderly man is suffering by holding his arm down.

"Ugh, my arm..."

The painfully groaning man's face was completely blue.

Although my right arm was completely severed from my shoulder and I managed to hold it down with a bandage, there is terrible blood seeping through my wound.

"Well, what's wrong with this!

"The eagles are residents of the village of Tochi, near the city. Master Sister, please help me. I can't do this anymore."

"How did this happen?"

As Sister Sylvia is treated, Kane asks the villagers what's going on.

"If the village chief went to sue the lord's mansion for such high taxes, it would be such a terrible trick."

Kane frowns when he talks about a sudden doubling of taxes.

"Who would do that?"

"Your lord's trail, my son Custer, comes out and says, 'From now on, I'm your lord, you won't forgive me for taking the liberty' and tells me to show off my village chief's arm... Ugh"

You remembered that time, the villagers wept.

"Sister, how is the treatment?

"I can stop the wound bleeding for now, but unfortunately, I can't hold my arms together. If it was right after he was slaughtered, it would still be because too much time has gone by."

"Oh no! If I lose my arm, the village chief won't be able to work in the fields anymore!

"Dear Sister, help me somehow!

The mayor of the village, whose blood stopped from the wound due to the treatment, stopped the villager from cramming into Sister when he woke up half from the board with a blue face.

"Stop, you guys... just treat me, I'm grateful"

The villagers disappear after being scolded by the village chief, who is the one who suffered the major injury.

I can't help you, it's not Sister Sylvia's fault.

But Kane also knew how the noisy villagers felt.

The village of Tochi is a thriving farming village that wholesales wheat and vegetables to the city of Ern.

Taking an arm from a poor peasant who lives wearing dirt is tantamount to taking a life.

Kane worries if he can do something about it, and he finds out.

"Wait a minute!

Kane even went to his house to check out the silver lily flowers blooming in the garden.

"... good"

Only a little 'Shizuku of Life' remains.

Upon gathering it, Kane returned to the church to connect the arms of the village chief of Tochi village and apply them to the wound.

"Ugh, my arm!?

The village chief of Tochi Village opens and closes his connected hands with the face that he cannot believe.

"Guys, the village chief's arm is connected!

The villagers, who were depressed, turn into joyful expressions in sight of miracles.

"Kane, how the hell did you do that?

Asked by Sister Sylvia, Kane answers.

"Thanks to Artena, the god of goodness, for her" Shizuku of Life ", which heals all wounds"

"Oh, did you say Master Artena, the god of goodness? What a thankful god!

"I can't believe you're doing such a miracle, let's be the patron saint of the village of Tochi!

The simple villagers, they are all haunted.

But the village chief of Tochi village, who was treated, asked Kane with a sinking face.

"I don't know who you are, but when it comes to" Shizuku of Life, "it would be a drug so expensive that the eyeballs pop up. We don't have much money to pay."

The knowledgeable village chief seemed concerned about the cost of the treatment.

"No, I'm not going to have money. Because it's not mine, it's what Artena, the god of goodness, gave me."

Kane hastily said so, and the village chief of Tochi Village, who rose loosely from the slab where he was sleeping, remained grounded.

"Sincerely. My name is Linnell, village chief of Tochi village. Thank you again. Say anything I can."

"No, keep your head up. Please take care of yourself. I really didn't do anything, thanks to Artena, the god of goodness, so please tell Artena if you want to thank her."

"Really? Still, I'd like to know just your name."

Kane had no choice but to give her a name because the injury would be rubbed off by the village chief who had just recovered.

"I say Kane. He's just an adventurer."

"Really? Dear Kane,"

"Yes, I would appreciate it if you would make Master Altena the patron saint of the village. God empowers people with their prayers of gratitude. Would you worship the statue of the god of Artena in the village of Tochi?"

That's what Kane says, giving the village chief the wood-carved statue.

"I will receive the statue of the god of goodness, Artena, for once. The village of Tochi was just about to be revealed to God."

Upon receiving the statue of the god of the good god Altena in an important way, the village head of the village of Tochi offered a deep prayer to the statue.

The simple villagers also pray together because they are all faithful people.

"Is this about the tax double?

"That's right. If they take taxes twice as much, winter can't pass. I was also a straightforward sue for trouble about what to do as village chief...... on this I would really appreciate your help from Lord Artena, the Good God"

Even if the village chief's arm has healed, the request for a tax of double has never been resolved.

When it comes to that story, the villagers in the village of Tochi are dramatically elevated.

"I haven't had a bad reputation for a long time, but I didn't think Master Custer was that bad."

"Forgive my idiot son such tyranny, what the hell does your lord do?"

Gradually, the conversation becomes painful lord criticism.

"That's right. How many lord sons are you allowed to tyrannize?"

"Really, you stupid son of a bitch!

"If you can't tell your lord, let's show him to the kingdom in conjunction with the other villages"

"That's right! Yes!"

Uplifted, I heard yelling from the church table.

"If you think about what the villagers are getting together to say, the next step in a direct lawsuit is to talk about rebellion!

An arrogant aristocratic young man stood with the city's adventurers and escort soldiers.

The luxurious cloak worn by the young man was the twin-headed eagle crest of the Count Randall family.

Seeing it, the villagers turn their faces bright blue.

"Ka, Master Custer!

"Why are you here!

In front of me was Custer Randall, son of the lord, the one whose villagers were speaking ill of each other.