"In addition to guarding this mansion, I have another task to give you, that is, to spread the Sun God - that is, my faith to other dwarf goblins. This should not be a problem, right?"

"There is absolutely no problem. Great Master, I will do this for you. So can I ask what the specific teachings are?

Sean really didn't think about this carefully. He thought about it and there was no idea about such things for a while. "Apart from believing in me, you can just play it freely."

"I understand the great master, I'll do it now."

Sean nodded. He did not have much hope for this matter. Even if these short goblins all became crazy believers, they would not provide much power of faith. More so, as an experiment, he was ready to test the efficiency and possibility of obtaining the power of faith from many aspects.

Although his current plan is to refine magic liquid and obtain magic power, if the path of faith can be done, it will be considered an extra choice.

However, for Wednesday, the significance of this task is completely different.

When I walked out of the room on Wednesday, my heart was filled with a sense of happiness and glory, and a strong sense of mission. The great master actually gave it a sacred mission. The word "sacred" was associated with the short goblin, a race without any sense of existence.

This made it feel the meaning of life for the first time since its birth.

(Gone are the ignorant times of the past. Now I am the relative of the great master, a believer of the Sun God, a follower of the god, and an executor of his great will.)

It almost thought, and this kind of good mood continued until it went downstairs and walked back to the utility room where the dwarf goblins lived. As soon as it reached the door, it smelled the scent of roasted acorns coming out of it.

(Damn, they must be stealing again)

As soon as I entered the door, I saw other short goblins surrounding a brazier, pulling roasted acorns out of the pile of ash to eat.

Their stupid appearance and their unwilling attitude of eating without caring about hygiene and image made Wednesday feel displeased, and it became indignant when it thought of themselves as one of these stupid creatures.

But it still remembers the tasks assigned to it by its owner.

"Friends, I have brought you a wonderful news that I have found the way to salvation of our tribe!"

No one cared about the short goblins, and only looked up at it on Tuesday, but immediately started smashing acorns.

Wednesday was not surprising, it was used to the indifference of these dwarf goblins. Except for Tuesday, it was a little smarter, and the rest were as stupid as animals, especially Friday.

But it still felt a little annoyed in his heart. He raised the badge on his chest, "The great master has given me this holy emblem, let me replace him, exercise his great rights, and save you. The dark history of the dwarf goblin clan is about to pass. As long as you believe in our great master and the glory of the sun god, you can be saved."

Still no one paid attention to him, which made Wednesday completely angry. He looked at the group of compatriots, as if he was watching a group of livestock snatching food.

Wednesday's eyes gradually turned cold. It turned out of the door, took out its cane from the tool room, and returned to the room. It swung the oak stick and hit Friday's head with a stick. Friday looked at him blankly and innocently, still chewing acorns in his mouth. The expression clearly conveyed its thoughts, "Do you want to eat acorns?"

"I'll let you eat, I'll let you eat, I'll let you eat!" Wednesday waved the wooden stick and hit Friday's head hard. Friday was beaten to flee. The other short goblins were not scared. But he ignored it and drove all the short goblins to the corner. Although the short goblins were numerous, they had no idea of ​​resisting. They all formed a ball, hugged their heads, sticking their butts, and letting them beat them on Wednesday.

The more you fight on Wednesday, you get angry, and you pant in exhaustion, "Huhuhu, you trash, so foolish, so stupid, shameless, and shameless, but you don't care about the great redemption, your souls have completely fallen."

It mumbled, and even it didn't know why it got so angry.

It can feel that these tribes are afraid of it. Sometimes they are complacent about it, and sometimes they feel unreasonable anger.

“Wednesday, Wednesday.”

The voice of the ‘Great Master’ came from the upper floor. On Wednesday, it finally stopped. It glared at the group of short goblins with a fierce look and quickly went upstairs.

When I walked up the stairs on Wednesday, the anger had completely disappeared from its face and turned into the stupid, innocent, short goblin.

"Master, what do you need to serve me?"

"Clean the living room," said Sean, stretching and turning into the bedroom.

"Yes, master." Wednesday bowed to Sean's back. It picked up a broom and swept all the debris on the living room floor into the poke, but accidentally caught a glimpse of something inside.

It was a painting, and it was kneaded into a ball.

It curiously unfolded the painting slowly. In the painting, there was a sun hanging high in the sky. A person with his hands raised high stood under the sun, as if he was basking in the sun or soaring the sun. That face was vaguely the face of the owner.

At that moment, Wednesday's soul seemed to be concentrated and received some kind of divine revelation. It stared blankly at the painting, which lasted for several minutes.

Looking at the pattern on the painting, it seemed like it was back to that afternoon. When the master called it and brought it to the world, it was like this when he saw the sunshine outside and the man in the sun from the hole in the tree.

It suddenly realized, like a revelation, yes, this is the revelation given to it by the great master, the idiots, who had long forgotten the feeling of living in the darkness, they had already forgotten the feeling of horrifying beasts wandering around, and could drag them out to eat them at any time, they had already forgotten the feeling of hunger and cold.

The masters of these ungrateful beasts treated them so well that they forgot all this hard-earned, and it was time for them to relive the dark past.

Wednesday's mouth gradually became ferocious. It rushed into the lounge with a wooden stick and drove all the short goblins out.

"Work, you lazy people, all get up to work for me!" It scolded loudly, instructing these goblins to get busy.

Generally speaking, this mansion needs to be cleaned once every three days, and there are daily necessities, but on Wednesday I felt that this was too leisurely for them, so it decided to be stricter.

First, cleaned the inside and out of the mansion, then cleaned the stables and sheep pens, and then split wood. This short goblin was not very capable of working, but on Wednesday, they were forced to complete it in groups.

By the time all this is done, the sun is about to set.

However, things are not over yet.

On Wednesday, all the dwarf goblins rushed into the basement.

The smell of the dead treasure robber can still be smelled in the basement, the strange smell mixed with dry blood, stale dust, rotten internal organs, and sweat odor, making the basement odor stink invincible.

In addition, it is also very cold here because it never fires, and it is especially cold in winter, so they rarely come here on weekdays.

But now we've rushed them all in on Wednesday.

"Give me a good reflection here until the moment of your enlightenment comes, the great master is kind, and he will save you from the darkness, but only the awakened ones deserve to be saved. Look at the icon of the great master and deeply understand the meaning of it."

It stuck the painting onto the wall of the basement, and then locked the basement door from outside. A faint light was cast in the gap on the wooden door, and the landing point of the beam was exactly the location of the sun on the painting.

All this was carefully arranged on Wednesday, and it believed that only in this way could its stupid race understand where the greatness and redemption of its master's path to.

After doing all this, it went upstairs with peace of mind.

Just in time for supper.

Sean asked while picking up the stewed pot from the stove, “We will eat stew tonight. Can slurry eat meat?”

"I'm not very clear about this, but I'm willing to try it." Wednesday said respectfully.

Sean shrugged, divided the supper into a plate and placed it in front of Wednesday.

On Wednesday, I inserted a piece of meat, looked at the fibers and fascia on it, and smelled the oily smell from the meat. This was the first time it ate meat, which reminded it of an afternoon when I lived in a tree hole. A wild wolf dragged one of its companions away. When the wild wolf swallowed his companions' flesh outside the tree hole, it witnessed the whole process in fear. At that time, an idea came to its mind - eating meat. What would it feel like?

That memory has long been forgotten by it, but at this moment it suddenly appears in my mind again, and it is extremely clear.

It put the meat into its mouth and chewed it carefully. The taste was stronger than it thought and the taste made it a little uncomfortable, but it was very happy to eat it on Wednesday.

Now it knows what it feels like to eat meat.

The next day, the owner went out early. On Wednesday, he opened the basement door and drove the dwarfs out again. They finally looked a little bit like they were, anxious, trembling, and their eyes were scared. When the sun shone on their faces, they would cover their eyes with their hands.

They show a tame, forbearance, and at the same time they come with an extremely calm expression.

Wednesday was very familiar with this expression. It used to use this expression to face human adventurers, those fierce beasts, and those vicious wizards.

This is the only way for the incompetent dwarf to restore his color when facing all the dangers in the world.

"It seems that it will take some time." Wednesday thoughtfully, muttered to himself, and swung the stick again, "Hurry up and work, you lazy guys, you guys will not chop yourself up."

Throughout the day, we tried our best to toss the group of short goblins on Wednesday. By the time the short goblins who had been working hard for a day were completely out of energy.

But despite this, acorns are absolutely not available, and food is left only to those who are valuable.

Standing in front of a group of short goblins on Wednesday, he changed into his tone like a charlatan, "Now you can feel the greatness of the sun." It pointed to the setting sun in the distance, "When it is shining by the sun, you should be grateful, thank you for the warmth and care it gives you, but you have ignored all this and regarded it as a human being. Now you are about to return to darkness again, this is the only end of the ignorant person

But you still have a chance to be saved, and even at the last moment, the great master will not give up on you.

Now, with me, praise my Lord—your God! Praise the Sun!”

"Oh, great master, savior of the dwarf goblin, suppressor of the undead, punisher of the greedy, non-human, god of gods, I am here to praise your glory"

"Talk you idiots and let me hear your voice."

But the short goblins couldn't speak. They opened their mouths in vain, but there was no sound.

Wednesday knows why, but not completely, it can't speak before, although language and words have long been engraved in its mind, but it has always been silent, as if it was a taboo, indescribable, inexplicable, but it is untouchable until the master awakens it from the darkness of death

But it decided not to accept the result. If it could speak on its own, then they would definitely be able to speak, just sending them into the darkness.

"Your silence will bring disaster, your ruthlessness will be punished, and God's mercy will not come to those who are unbeliever."

It swung the wooden stick and smashed the short goblins on the heads, trying to drive them into the basement, but the short goblins learned the semen this time and refused to move no matter what they said. They let the sticks beat them on Wednesday, but they just hugged them in a ball and hid there.

"Ah-ah-ah," Monday finally made a sound, although it was just a meaningless wail. Wednesday nodded with satisfaction, which was an ideal beginning.

It considered whether to give it a little reward and let Monday stay as a role model for other naughty people, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided to say it later. Prayer should be rewarded, but it must be pious enough.

It stuffed an acorn into Monday's hand and continued to drive them away. When it found that it couldn't work, it ran to the kennel beside it.

The coal ball was gnawing a meat bone. Seeing that Wednesday, he just raised his eyes and continued to fight against the meat bone.

"Coal balls, I need your help."

The coal ball took a look at Wednesday and continued to gnaw on its flesh bones.

On Wednesday, I picked up the holy emblem on my chest, "Oh, the great beast of destruction, the messenger of God, I need your help."

The coal balls sniffed the scent on the badge and finally stood up.

It followed Wednesday to the dwarf goblins and showed its fangs.

After a low growl, the short goblins were finally scared. Compared with the pain of darkness, it was obviously the wild beasts that were even more terrifying. They pushed and shouted, and were once again rushed into the basement on Wednesday. The moment the wooden door in the basement was closed, "like"

Wednesday thought I heard it wrong, "Who is talking?"

"Praise-Praise"

Wednesday nodded excitedly, continued, continued.

"Praise my Lord, your God."

"It is my master, your God!"

“My Lord, your God.

It was a while before I could react to the problem of language logic after Wednesday.

It decided not to care about this detail, and looked at Monday in surprise, the latter looked at it in horror, and kept muttering "Praise my master, your God, praise the sun." The language became more and more coherent and fluent.

This made Wednesday excited, "Come out, you can stay outside tonight, I guess you must be hungry, I have prepared acorn cakes, and as for the others - keep sinking in the dark."

On the third morning, Sean was woken up by a sound early in the morning. He looked out of the window and saw Wednesday carrying a group of short goblins doing morning exercises. They raised their hands to the sun, shouting something, as if enjoying the baptism of the sun.
Chapter completed!