Chapter 642 Pastor

Summer harvest is about to begin, Lawrence rode the unicorn down the mountain to solve daily problems.

When passing the mining area, he saw several workers pulling heavy objects up the cliff.

Lawrence looked up for two minutes, and then came over after the workers pulled the things up.

"What are you doing?"

The workers replied: "Prophet! We are pulling the goods on the ground up. It's too slow to use a car."

Lawrence looked at the chisel marks on the cliff and remembered that he had done this before.

"Okay, I will find a way to make it easier for you to transport the goods to the mountain."

"Yes! Prophet!" The workers thanked him on the mountain.

When Lawrence left this place, in order to shorten the distance between the manor and Salier's house on the mountainside, he took a few people to burn fire and blast stones, leaving cracks in the cliffs on the mountain.

Many stones still have traces of the past, but now it seems that there is not much impact on the roads in this area.

Lawrence decided to help and continue to complete the plan of the early years, to build a bridge between Ironforge Manor and Pumice Town, and Oak City.

The bridge cannot be a traditional bridge, otherwise it will still be very laborious to transport things up.

The main purpose is to save transportation capacity and labor time.

One person can handle the work of more than a dozen or hundreds of people in the past.

The mining area mainly provides copper and iron mines. In the past, due to development and external threats, the production area needed to be placed in a safe area in the mountains.

The current military areas and institutions are also set up in places with inconvenient transportation. If the transportation problem can be solved, the benefits will be much better than simply increasing food production.

After arriving in Pumice Town, Lawrence began to study the route. In the office of the church, he studied the three-dimensional route of mountain road traffic and found the most suitable line segment.

The distance between Shanfeng Manor and Pumice Town is not short, especially the distance from the mountain to the mining area, where the terrain is very different and the mountains are majestic.

In some places, people and sheep can go through, but if the car wants to go through, it needs to be lifted up by manpower or pushed up by a group of people.

Many things in these years have been done with brute force.

Without the threat of foreign enemies, and with enough food, clothing and motivation, it should have been difficult and hard, but no one thought it was abnormal to do it for fifteen years.

No one has ever complained about such a steep mountain and such a strenuous slope.

Lawrence is so busy every day, and rarely stops on the road, and he did not notice this kind of thing that seems normal to others but is actually abnormal.

"Go and call Dashiel."

Lawrence needs several professional talents to solve the problem together, and ordered the messenger who specializes in delivering messages to deliver the message.

After sending someone to notify Dashiel, Lawrence called more than a dozen managers of internal affairs, including the heads of Ironforge and the mining area, to discuss things together.

"Tomorrow, when everyone is here, hold a meeting in the cathedral. This time it is a discussion related to technology. International students and international nuns in the monastery, as well as foreign merchants and nobles are allowed to listen and express their opinions."

Lawrence told the priest of the church about his arrangements.

"Yes, prophet." The priest agreed.

Lawrence planned to go out to investigate the height of the nearby mountains to provide data support for tomorrow's discussion.

However, there are still many daily problems to be solved today, such as regular psychological counseling.

This kind of troublesome thing comes every once in a while, and soliciting and solving some basic problems will help you understand the problems existing in all classes.

Soon in the small room of the church, Lawrence's small classroom opened.

At first, it was the pastor of the church, and then the nobles and warriors who made appointments.

After an hour and a half, when Lawrence was getting impatient and was about to call a halt, a warrior in his forties came in at the door.

Lawrence looked at the warrior, who looked respectful and nervous, and quickly lowered his ordinary head.

"Sit down and talk, what troubles do you have and what do you want to ask?" Lawrence gently comforted, smiling and said: "Let's start with who you are. I am very interested in your affairs."

The man walked to the front of the chair and sat down, his hands on his knees, with loose and dry long hair on his head, like dry grass on the stable floor, emitting a damp smell, and exuding a smell under the sun.

It hasn't rotted yet, but it's not far from rotting.

"My name is Greg. I've been here for several years. Since you defeated the pirates of Pig's Hoof City, I have been raising sheep and pigs here as a captive for many years."

Greg told his story.

The older warrior is a retired pirate of Lofen.

Greg's life is not peaceful.

When he was young, he was unknown. No one cared about his experience in his youth, nor did anyone care about his parents and brothers.

He first became famous when he looted a village of more than 50 people.

He once served Pig's Hoof City, became a noble in the war against the Southern Kingdom, and accepted religious ideas because of the influence of Lofen III.

From questioning and puzzlement to acceptance, he just became a believer in God and participated in the battle against pagans at the call of the priest.

Then he was knocked down.

After the war, he was not killed. As a prisoner of war, he became a farmer and logistics staff and was arranged to herd sheep and raise pigs.

Because he was an old noble, he was treated with many privileges by the barbarians who respected the nobles. Gradually, he learned the language and correct pronunciation of his hometown with other barbarians.

From the prime of life to old age, from the peak of life at the age of thirty to the damn powerless forty, Greg, who was bound to this land, began to think about life and the meaning of existence like most people.

Others thought about liberation and glory, and Greg, who should have been the same, sought Lawrence to solve his doubts.

"I feel pain." Greg expressed his confusion, "I think I should die, just like Andrew hopes to find a worthy opponent. I don't want to die from drinking, although that is not bad."

"I'm afraid."

"I'm afraid to die like this."

"The children said that there will be a war in five years. I don't know if I can still move at that time, whether I can jump on the ship, and maybe the soldiers who go out may not be willing to take me with me."

"I want to find something to do. I hope you can give me a task to prove my honor."

"Please, kind prophet."

Greg humbly prayed, seeking the warrior's destination and honor.

The peace and stability of these years made Greg feel afraid.

Lawrence understood this idea. Andrew should be dead, but the problems Andrew encountered did not disappear, especially in the next few years, the rest of the people will encounter similar problems.

Post-war illness is a disease that everyone will have, regardless of whether it is just or not, as long as you kill someone, you will encounter this problem.

Even if it is a just counterattack, as long as it is killing, psychological counseling is needed.

Even psychological counseling cannot solve such problems 100%. Some things are useless if the parties do not walk out of it themselves.

In the culture of barbarians, people who have abnormal reactions after killing people will be killed soon and ridiculed as cowards.

So the more mental problems there are, the more they have to kill people to prove that they have no problems. As the number of killings increases, the mental state becomes more and more abnormal.

"Try to become a pastor first." Lawrence gave a possible attempt, "From now on, you are the intern pastor of this church. Don't think about your problems, try to solve other people's problems."

Greg looked at Lawrence blankly, "I, I don't know what to do?"

Lawrence looked at the scribbled man.

"Take a shower, comb your hair, put on new clothes, and look at yourself in the mirror at the door of the church."

"If you don't want to look, look at the church's schedule and remember what to do every day."

"Greg, who used to hold a bloody weapon, is dead. You are Greg, the pastor here now. Stretch out your hand, open your fingers, and try to do something meaningful with this hand before the day you can't lift it anymore." (End of this chapter)