Go to church? Chechen didn\'t expect that the first thing he woke up was the church. Is it Sunday? But Uncle Pedro clearly said he had been in a coma for three days. Anyway, today is also Friday.

"Why go to church?" Chechen asked puzzled.

"Let the priest exorcise you. Recently you have been stained with unclean things." speaking of the reason to go to church, Pedro is rarely serious.

Originally, Pedro had not thought about this layer, but the day before yesterday, reminded by Ruth, Pedro found that his nephew had been really unlucky since he came to the Republic with himself. At the beginning, he was kidnapped by robbers. Later, he entered the city and was bruised. He reappeared in the city and was almost killed. It\'s not cursed. What is it? Therefore, Pedro decided to go to the monastery for a mass and accept the baptism of holy water as soon as Cherchen woke up.

For this reason, he specially invited bishop kisher. The bishop readily agreed and told Pedro that he could come to him at any time.

After listening to his uncle\'s explanation, Chechen was a little sad and laughing. According to Pedro, he should be taken care of by God. Every time you encounter danger, you can turn bad luck into good luck. Even this time, although he was knocked unconscious by Bao Geng (he didn\'t know Bao Geng was Bao Hong\'s pseudonym), Bao Geng put himself behind the breast wall and didn\'t let himself face the explosion.

He tried to make Pedro believe that he was not contaminated with unclean things, but the old mercenary still insisted on taking Cherchen to church with an attitude of trusting his existence rather than trusting his absence.

Chechen couldn\'t resist his uncle and had to promise Pedro to go to church after dinner. Seeing that he had finally persuaded Cherchen, Pedro began to have lunch with a smile. He turned and ran to open the door and told the servant outside the door to bring lunch.

The lunch was very sumptuous. There are bread, vegetable soup, sausage and wine. It can be seen that after Pedro became a lieutenant, his salary increased.

Pedro took two glasses and poured Cherchen a glass of wine. The wine was not full, but only half of it; Then he poured himself another glass.

"Congratulations on your recovery, my nephew."

"I wish you good health, too, my uncle."

After drinking the wine, they picked up their knives and forks and began to have lunch.

After a while, the food in the plate was swept clean. Pedro then ordered the servant to take a clean white shirt and coat for Cherchen. After Cherchen was dressed neatly, he went downstairs, mounted his horse and went out of the door.

On the way to the church, Chechen found many people sleeping on the street. The luggage of these people was at most a small package. Some people only wrapped a piece of linen and shivered in the cold snow.

"These are people from villages near Smolensk. The Czar Russian soldiers burned down their houses, plundered their winter food, and drove them into the city. Those who have relatives and friends in the city can stay; these people who have no way can only sleep on the streets. In such a cold day, several people have to freeze to death every day."

On the horse, Pedro explained to Chechen.

Looking at these poor people, Chechen couldn\'t help feeling sad.

"Then why isn\'t the Lord of fiordo afraid of people going out of the city to destroy the enemies who invade the village head?" Chechen asked puzzled.

Pedro smiled bitterly and shook his head. He didn\'t answer the question. In fact, after becoming a lieutenant, Pedro had a clear understanding of the tactics of fiordo and Franco. They intend to use Smolensk, a strong city, to defend it, so as to wait for the end of the anti insurgency of the Republic of Poland in Ukraine or the reinforcement from Lithuania. At this time, of course, they will not waste their valuable troops on defending the village head.

But these profound military and politics are still difficult for the young nephew to understand. Even if he explains it himself, maybe he can\'t understand it.

Seeing that Pedro didn\'t answer, Chechen consciously didn\'t ask again. After so much experience, Chechen also matured and was no longer the original boy.

The two continued to walk side by side. At this time, Chechen suddenly found a gray familiar figure among the refugees in front. Because other people are sitting or squatting, only he is standing, so he is particularly conspicuous.

When he got closer, Chechen saw clearly that the figure was father sparso kuetsky.

"Hello, father." Chechen leaned over at once to say hello.

Father sparsokucktsky turned around with a large piece of black bread and a knife in his hand. He also recognized Chechen.

"Hello, child."

"What are you doing, father?" Chechen asked.

"I\'m distributing bread to these poor people. They haven\'t eaten for days. As a servant of God, how can I be indifferent to the suffering of these people?" father spasokuktsky said, gesturing the black bread and knife in his hand.

"You are really a kind man." Chechen praised.

At the same time, he reached into his pocket and prepared to give some money to father sparsokuktsky. But as soon as he put his hand into the bag, he remembered that he was wearing a laundry today, and the pocket was empty. So he had to show uncle Pedro his eyes to ask him to take out some money.

But Pedro pretended not to know the hint of Cherchen. When Cherchen looked at him for the third time, Pedro reluctantly found a Taylor.

No way, Chechen had to hand this Taylor to father sparso cooktsky.

"Dear father, please accept this from the heart of God\'s servant."

"God will bless your child and I will pray for you," father sparsokucktsky took Taylor and said with his hands folded.

After saying goodbye to father sparso kuytsky, the two horses turned a street, and Cherchen complained about Uncle Pedro\'s stinginess.

"Dear uncle, it\'s just a Taylor. You want me to signal you for so long."

But Pedro is also full of truth. In his opinion, even if the city owner opens the warehouse, it is a drop in the bucket for so many refugees outside the city. Moreover, he is a mercenary and a job of doing things with money. There is no reason to pay his own money to help these people. After all, it\'s stingy.

"Father kospaso kuytsky promised to pray for me. Didn\'t you say that I was unlucky recently and was haunted by evil spirits? Father is a highly respected man. He used to be in charge of a parish in Riga." Cherchen had to convince his uncle from another aspect.

"Why didn\'t you say it earlier!" after listening to Chechen, Pedro became excited. He did not expect that the middle-aged priest in coarse cloth should be such a person. When he wanted to come to such a priest, he obviously had divine power. If he was willing to pray for Chechen, he would be no worse than the priest of Smolensk.

So he pulled the reins and was ready to go back. Chechen caught up with him again.

"It\'s too utilitarian for you to go back now, and the church is in front of you." Chechen nuzui.

In front of them, the spire of the white church was in sight.