In the past, before organizing a sacrifice, Saint Leah would start preparing long in advance and adjust her mindset to be the most sincere.
As for this sacrifice, let alone adjusting her mindset, she would have even forgotten about it if the elder hadn't sent her a letter.
This also caused her to come too hastily, and she wasn't mentally prepared yet...
And these days, every time she prayed, she had to pray to the ice sculpture of her master.
What’s even more amazing is that it has become a habit after just a few days.
Without Master's image here today, she felt insecure, as if something was missing...
I can't concentrate at all.
I have to find a way to cheer myself up.
Otherwise, if the elders found out that she was in poor condition, it would be difficult to explain.
The red wine process was over, and Saint Lea slowly put the wine glass back on the table.
At the same time, a hand unconsciously reached deep into his sleeve and grasped the ice sculpture of his master hidden in his arms.
Yes, she always carries the master’s ice sculpture with her.
So you can pray anytime and anywhere to keep your mind steady.
If I secretly put Master's ice sculpture in my hand, no one should notice.
Saint Leah picked up another palm-sized, paper-thin pancake from the wooden table, raised it above her head, and said:
"This is the flesh and blood of the Holy Lord. She sacrificed herself for us."
While she was talking, she also secretly hid the master's ice sculpture behind the bread...
Seeing the holy image of Master, Saint Leah immediately felt much more at ease.
Just watching the tribesmen below praying sincerely for the bread... I always felt that they were praying to the statue of the master in her hands, not the Holy Lord...
What the hell am I doing that's going to cost me my head?
If they found out that she openly took out the statue of her master and asked all the tribe members to pray during such a grand ceremony, the elders would really kill her!
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