Lord of the Silver Crow

Roger lost his job this time.

My employer gave up his employment this time.

However, with Rogge’s understanding, he is sure that the boss will not really go to the buyer to explain the situation and refund the money, but when the other party comes to buy things again and wants to hire them, he will choose not to give them away No refunds.

Originally, Rogge didn't intend to tell this story.

He also remembered clearly that the reason he took the job at the beginning was that he didn't need to do it.

But why did he suddenly decide to tell the situation?

Doesn't matter?

Roger was keenly aware of his emotions at this time.

For work, for those things that affect his work, he has a little indifferent.

For some reason, he is very interested in that church.

The church on the edge of the town.

In his impression, the church dedicated to the Master of the Night had been dilapidated a few years ago, and there was no one for a long time.

And the reason seems to be because of a fire.

He is not clear about this matter.

However, I heard from another porter brother I met before that it was a fire.

Because the town is too remote, many people don't know it, but the porter brother seems to live in a location where the fire can be seen.

He said it was a terrifying fire.

Not only the church, but the nearby woods were burned clean.

Although he is not clear about the accident, he is very clear about the people living in that church.

He remembered that the one living in that church was a little girl.

Although it was rare, he did see a little girl when he passed by the neighborhood—

before.

The little girl was in that castle, no, he lived in the church for nearly ten years, and he could vaguely recall the changes in her body.

However, Rogge couldn't help but wonder, why did he think of the castle?

Although the church is indeed very big, like the castle in the story, it is obviously not a castle in shape.

Roger thought with some uncertainty.

Immediately, he glanced around.

Several people he didn't know well were gathering together to talk in twos and threes. Rogge, who didn't know his ears, heard their conversation clearly.

They were talking about what happened just now--

The performance of that employer.

But Roger has no interest.

Inexplicably, he was more concerned about that church.

Go there.

Rogge made a decision quickly.

Looking across the pedestrians whose faces were covered with veils, Roger turned around decisively.

.....

Perhaps for the first time in decades, Rogge acted like this without bringing anything to help carry it.

When he arrived near the edge of the town, Roger stopped.

Not because of anything else, but because, in his line of sight, the place illuminated by fire and candlelight is only here.

Turning his eyes slightly, Rogge quickly found the target, amidst a jingle.

The next moment, in his vision, a young man in a postman uniform appeared in Rogge's vision.

This young man, who was standing a few hundred meters away from him just now, didn't know when he leaned towards him.

and....

"Is it Mr. Roger?"

"Yes." The colleague who responded, Roger was slightly confused, guessing the other party's intentions.

A postman?

Although these employees who are hired to deliver goods are similar to postmen, they are not the same after all.

At this moment, the postman raised his right hand and handed something wrapped in black cloth.

In terms of size, that thing was only the size of a palm, but Roger could feel that it was heavy.

At the same time, the postman said:

"This is a package sent to you, please sign for confirmation."

"Sent to me?"

Roger couldn't help expressing his doubts:

"Who sent it to me? Someone sent me something?"

At the edge of this small town, in the area where most of the sight was not illuminated by the fire, Roger confirmed to the postman in front of him.

He has never been to the post office or used mail.

He was originally curious as to why anyone would pay such a high price to send and deliver mail.

That's a higher price than directly hiring porters like them.

"I do not know."

The postman, younger than himself, checked the cloth bag slung around his waist, and shrugged at him with a smile:

"Anyway, it's clearly written on it, I have to send the letter to you."

"You don't know either."

Roger scratched his head and glanced at the black object in his hand wrapped in a cloth-like thing:

"thank you very much."

At the same time, he involuntarily murmured:

"It would be great if I could be a postman."

The postman froze for a moment, then smiled:

"Haha, then you can come to us to try and see if the boss will hire you."

The more talkative postman responded with a smile and said goodbye to him and left.

"The postman... is a very leisurely job."

Seeing the other person leaving unhurriedly, Roger couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

However, he did not rush to unpack the package.

After taking a look at the package, he unfastened the opening of the coat, stuffed the package into the coat with large pockets, and stuffed it into the coat that he had hollowed out the stuffing and had room for dressing.

The pocket formed by taking out the stuffing fits the black thing nicely.

After pulling the collar and confirming that things would not fall off the road, he walked to the edge of the town.

Immediately, he saw a man.

There was a bright lamp in front of the man, and other lamps were placed around the flickering lantern.

"I need to go to church."

Roger spoke to the man very familiarly.

Hearing this, the man directly picked up a lantern when he saw him coming, prepared to use the dyed hand to light the lantern, and paused, seeming to be stunned.

"Church?" Rogge was familiar with, he often wandered around the edge of the town, and the businessman who lived by selling lanterns to people without lanterns confirmed again.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Roger, who was a little puzzled, couldn't help asking more when he received the lantern that had just been lit, covered with a cover, and escaping the flame.

"No, it's nothing, it's just that no one has been there for several years. I have stayed around here for so long, only a few times."

The lamp seller responded to Roger's doubts.

"Right. If you go to the church, take a trip to the tomb on the left side of the church and help me worship."

The lamp seller returned more than half of the money he gave, and said at the same time.

"no problem!"

Rogge got the money back, smiled and took over the job, and then, holding the lamp, he walked quickly towards the direction of the church.

He didn't walk fast, but vaguely heard another person's footsteps and greetings, as well as the response of the lamp seller:

"Hey, Xilu, why are you here..."