Is this still possible?
Eryi opened Judy and Dale's personal panels to check their status respectively. They did not have the effect of accelerated recovery, but after praying before meals, the faith of both of them increased.
The faith of the local indigenous people here seems to be maintained by daily prayers, and their faith decreases almost every hour, so they need to pray three times a day.
This includes an hour-long prayer of the Scriptures once a week and prayers before meals three times a day.
Group prayer is more effective, so people go to church regularly to attend weekly scripture prayers.
Eryi quickly opened her profile and found that none of her information had changed. Her Faith was 0, indicating she didn't believe in any deity. Her Recovery status had increased by 20%, a status she only achieved after activating it at the cost of one skill point.
[Are you sure you want to spend 1 skill point to activate the Prayer skill?]
【yes. 】
She had 2 unused free skill points before, and after using one, she had 1 left.
This skill was like a pillow for her. Since arriving in the magical plane, she'd been squeezing time into practicing her skills daily, and her basic curse dispelling skills were almost upgraded. Fatigue recovery was crucial to her, and she'd already bought nearly every piece of furniture that could speed up recovery.
Although the two men and the wolf didn't know what had happened, they could see that Eryi's mood changed from being pretty good to being very happy.
On the table sat a large plate of roasted whole chicken and a large plate of fried chicken. The fried chicken had been broken into smaller pieces before frying, to coat each piece in egg and breadcrumbs. This was actually fake fried chicken; it wasn't fried directly, but rather brushed with oil and then oven-baked to crisp up the breadcrumbs. This resulted in a lower oil intake and a crispy crust.
The main reason is that oil is quite expensive here. The oil used to fry one pot of chicken can buy a lot of chicken.
"Come on, divide it up." Eryi picked up a knife and cut the roast chicken into pieces. She said to Dai'er, "Would you like a drumstick? Or would you like wings?" She saw Dai'er's eyes flickering to the drumstick for a moment. "Then we'll have the drumstick."
"Thank you." Dai'er picked up the chicken leg and took a bite, chewed it again, and then took another bite, and then she couldn't stop.
People on this plane don't use sugar coloring when grilling meat. Most children prefer sweet foods, so even if it's made with a sugary sauce mixed with something less than perfect, brushing a few layers on the crust before grilling can add a richer flavor.
Fluffy dragged its own portion to the ground, gnawing non-stop, occasionally picking out bits of grass from between its teeth. It was very satisfied with its share, which was several times that of the other three humans.
Eryi's favorite part of the roast chicken is the ribs; the ratio of skin to meat is perfect. She chewed the meat on the bones as if they were bones. She just wanted some fat otaku happy water—but unfortunately, there was none. She could only drink juice diluted with water, because the freezer didn't have ice cubes, and the ice in the juice was made by Fluffy using magic.
Judy silently forked a piece of chicken breast, wiping her sister's mouth from time to time.
"You can dip this in fried chicken." Eryi recommended the homemade mayonnaise and ketchup to everyone, then took the lead and dipped a piece of fried chicken into the mayonnaise. The internet is so powerful that even the recipe for the sauce is clear to everyone.
"This has a crunchy texture and a sweet and sour flavor. Dale, try it too." Judy was a little surprised; she had never eaten anything fried before. After all, oil on this plane was a relatively expensive ingredient. No one except the nobility, wealthy merchants, and especially wealthy magicians would use it for frying. The recipes of the nobility were only for their own tables, and the strange things fried by magicians were generally not to be eaten.
The dry-frying method is a cooking method that became popular after the air fryer became popular in the modern world. No one in this plane does this yet.
"Does the High Priest know everything?" Dai'er snapped her lips and stared with her big eyes in surprise.
After the meal, Fluffy licked his paws contentedly.
Judy said goodbye to Dale and left. After walking a few steps out of the treatment station, she leaned over and asked, "Are you tired? Do you need your sister to carry you?"
"Dell isn't tired."
"good."
Judy had a vague feeling that this shop called Healing Inn was not simple, and her employer was definitely not an ordinary priest.
Not only did she own a priceless space-law building and a magical carriage, but she rarely spoke of her deity or the related sacred texts. She used to work as a weaver at home, working from dawn to dusk. Even though she could rest at home, she was exhausted every day.
In the past, when I would take Dale to church every day and pick her up after work, she would always look a little tired, especially on the way home from church, when she would occasionally need to carry her on her back.
She should be more exhausted than Dale after a full day of work and waking up early every day to prepare brunch for two, but she didn't feel tired. The nightmares she'd been suffering from since her parents' death had gradually faded, and she was getting less sleep than before. It wasn't that she had trouble falling asleep, but rather that she woke up earlier and felt more alert. This change probably started when she started working at the treatment center.
She had also considered the concerns of her neighbor's aunt.
Not all gods in the world can bring happiness to people, and the god who was driven away is one of them.
Several years ago, a god named Garcia quickly gained a foothold in Sunset City, won unanimous praise in the upper class, and developed many believers with firm faith.
When Garcia registered with the Believers' Union, his priest claimed that the power of the gods was related to controlling destiny. The Believers' Union did not have any doubts at the time. After all, there were many new gods with unknown abilities, and it was very common for them to have duplicate abilities. The registration was successfully passed.
This deity's full name should be the God of Misfortune. A new deity wouldn't possess immense power, and the so-called control of fate actually meant transferring one person's misfortune to others.
His believers will naturally be fine and will benefit, but others will be in trouble.
The God of Light has many followers, and His power is even more widespread, so Garcia's followers did not attack the followers of the God of Light. Instead, they targeted those without faith, followers of new gods, or followers of gods with less powerful powers.
Judy's parents were very unlucky to be chosen.
Those days happened to be the harvest season, and the goddess's protection took effect at this time. Most of the divine power was used for crop output, which dropped sharply.
It's unclear whether Judy inherited the bad luck of some unlucky person, or perhaps it was the bad luck of several unlucky people, but the death of Judy's parents seemed inexplicable, all due to minor accidents. The same was true for Tom's parents, who all died in accidents.
After similar incidents became more frequent, this matter attracted the attention of the Believers' Union, and eventually the belief in this god was listed as one of the gods prohibited from belief in the empire.
The aftermath of this incident lingered for a long time, and those whose fate was transferred by bad luck were feared and loathed by others. These were people whose fate had been transferred by the gods. It must be said that Judy's family was still accepted by her neighbors, who were truly wonderful people.
As for whether this god will make a comeback?
His name has not disappeared from the list of the Believers' Union.
Judy didn't think her employer was a priest of that kind of deity. After all, a hallmark of such churches was their relentless pursuit of profit and rapid recruitment. Eryi hadn't even been preaching. His most recent activity had been acquiring mana and selling mana-replenishing stones, and he was quite generous with it.
The high priest even gnawed on the bones himself in order to leave the meatier parts for them!
For the first time, Judy felt her faith waver.
I'm so sorry, Goddess of the Harvest. Since we have no land to farm, perhaps our family needs to change their faith.
Eryi threw the dishes into the dishwasher and lamented that cooking was too tiring, thinking of hiring a part-time cook. She didn't notice a small prompt in the system prompts at the bottom of the control panel.
[Believer 1]
Putting himself in a praying state, Eryi returned to the lounge early, opened the building panel, put the self-service savings machine into the lounge, and prepared to make a sprint to upgrade the primary curse dispelling to the intermediate level within one day.
Eryi raised his fatigue value to 80. Not long after he lay down, several adventurers entered the treatment station. One of them looked to be dying.
Because lamp oil and candles are expensive, and it is not suitable to go out at night, most shops in Sunset City will start to close after 18:00, including the church.
The only places still open were a few taverns, inns, and the Adventurer's Guild, with staff on duty at the front desk, but only until 7:30 PM at the latest. After all, Sunset City's gates locked at 6:00 PM, so no matter how late someone turned in a quest, it should have been completed by 7:30 PM. The Healing Inn was a special case in Sunset City.
The business hours are 24 hours, the door is open, and the lights are never turned off even if there is no one on duty in the reception room.
A few minutes ago.
Several adventurers encountered some unexpected problems while on a quest. In the past, they could just spend some coins to buy some potions or pay some money to a priest in the church, but unfortunately, it was too late today and all the shops were closed. They tried to go to the Adventurer's Guild to ask if there were any pharmacists who had medicine on consignment, or if the Adventurer's Guild would sometimes sell some basic medicine.
After spending 50 silver coins to buy a bottle of healing potion and applying it to the injured person, there was no improvement at all.
The archer was furious: "Is this medicine fake? Why doesn't it work after I drank it?"
The receptionist, who was about to close the door, was displeased. He came over to take a look and accused, "The wound is all purple. How can ordinary medicine help? Where have you been?"
"We've accepted the mission for the Red Parrot Snake Eggs... Is this the time to talk about this? Is there any other way?" the trap master said.
"You didn't even bring the antidote to take this quest?" The receptionist was speechless. He pointed at the opposite side and sneered, "Other places are closed. Otherwise, you can go to the treatment station across the street and see if it can help. I have to close too. Don't disturb my party tonight. Goodbye." He was not happy with these adventurers who took the quest without preparation. He had some impression of this quest and had reminded the other party many times to remember to buy the antidote.
The adventurers who were kicked out stood in front of the healing station, a little hesitant.
The archer asked tentatively, "Have you ever heard of anyone being healed here?"
"No." The swordsman replied.
"That's because no one has ever been in there," the trap master said hesitantly.
"But there's no one inside now." The archer pried open the door and peeked inside. "My adventurous soul, is this using space magic? I thought what they said was fake. Is this going to be three times bigger?"
"What?" The swordsman was so exhausted from carrying his companion on his back that he could hardly lift his head.
"Go in and take a look."
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