Chapter 461: The Separate Guesses of Three People

"Yes, a dream," Jier affirmed.

But Jier's answer made Xueya Site and Bata'er Jiaoshi look at each other, suspecting that Jier's brain had broken.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Jier knew they did not believe his explanation, so Jier walked in front to lead the way, and the three walked out of the tent and headed toward the courtyard in the middle of the Church.

Jier pointed at the lush Bio the Big Tree in the middle of the courtyard, turned to the two, and said: "It is this wise big tree. It called to me in my dream last night, first singing me a poem about its origin and life, and then singing me two prophecy poems."

"Jier, are you too nervous? Don't be too nervous. If something is lost, we will look for it together. At worst, we can call all the warriors in the team and turn this Big Tree Cunzi upside down to find it. Don't be too nervous and say strange things because of it." Xueya Site looked at Jier's nervous face, fearing that Jier's mental state had suffered due to the pressure of the lost item.

Previously, Jier had been unable to sleep due to the high pressure of leading the Refugee Team, and it was only after arriving at Sasi County that Jier's sleep seemed to return to normal. Xueya Site suspected that because of the pressure, Jier's mental state had gone wrong again, and this time it was more serious.

On the contrary, Bata'er Jiaoshi held trust in Jier's explanation. For one, he had also prayed and practiced Meditation under the shade of Bio the Big Tree, and the effect was far better than in other places; he knew this big tree indeed had some magical aspects.

Secondly, Jier was the warrior chosen for him by the Agricultural God. All along the way, they had relied on Jier to defeat strong enemies, lead the team, and overcome heavy difficulties; the Priest still had trust in Jier's abilities.

Thirdly, he was a Priest of the Agricultural God Church. These seemingly absurd words from Jier's mouth were not necessarily false; a wise big tree might really be able to grant Jier prophecy poems in a dream.

"Warrior Jier, then can you tell us about those two prophecy poems?" Bata'er Jiaoshi put his hands together and asked Jier.

Jier just wanted to open his mouth to answer, but as soon as he opened it, he got stuck. He still remembered roughly what happened in the dream last night, but when it came to the actual content of the three poems, he was a bit fuzzy.

"Ah, uh, anyway, they are prophecy poems. One seemed to say that this trip to rescue the villagers of Changmai would not be very smooth, and to deal with the danger, one needs to find a certain key messenger."

"Ah?" Bata'er Jiaoshi was surprised that the rescue operation had twists and turns.

"Messenger?" Xueya Site was more focused on the key point.

But Jier spoke vaguely, and they could not analyze anything. This was not the key point right now, so Jier quickly stated the general content of the second prophecy poem.

"Uh, the second prophecy poem seems to be about the matter we have on our hands now. Hehehe." Jier smiled awkwardly.

The other two urged Jier, so Jier had to try hard to recall the fuzzy memory, saying: "It seems to say that the Sacred Artifact was lost, and because the item was lost, we are in a mess, everyone is blaming each other, and trust is lost. And the second half of the prophecy poem seems to say that to find the lost Sacred Artifact, one needs to look back?"

"What does it mean to look back?" Xueya Site turned his head and looked behind him, but behind him were only a group of children peeking their little heads out from the doorway of the house, looking at him curiously.

Seeing this, Xueya Site was lost in thought.

And Bata'er Jiaoshi also looked back. What he saw was Priest Feilina, who had just led the believers to complete the morning Prayer. The female priest was holding a heavy copper Agricultural God Statue in her arms, intending to put this valuable statue back into the locked house of the Church for storage.

Seeing this, Bata'er Jiaoshi's mouth twitched, his face full of suspicion.

Jier also turned his head to look. Behind him was Bio the Big Tree. At this moment, there was no wind, and the branches and leaves of the big tree were quiet, quietly bathing in the rising morning sun. There was still a bit of coolness in the air. After the sun rose a bit higher, the ground would become hot, and this coolness would disappear.

But Jier did not think that this big tree had stolen the Sacred Artifact of the Agricultural God Church from his arms while he was asleep. After all, although it had some special abilities, it could not move at all, and its branches and leaves seemed to only be able to sway barely, making a rustling sound.

You say a big tree several meters high and weighing at least ten tons, in the quiet Church in the middle of the night, tiptoed without breaking any Church buildings, sneaked past the Shop Assistant on night watch for the caravan, came to Jier's tent which was far smaller than its own trunk, and waved its branches to steal the Sacred Artifact from Jier's arms, and the whole time no one discovered the movement of this behemoth.

If such an outrageous thing could really happen, Jier would accept it, indicating that he had truly opened his eyes and gained knowledge today.

What a joke, Jier shook his head, feeling helpless about his wild imagination. But he still looked at the root position of the big tree, confirming that there were no traces of recent churning in the soil here, and the moss on the soil was also in one complete piece.

Indicating that the big tree had indeed not moved at all.

Just when Jier felt relieved, his eyes swept over a depression at the root of the big tree. It was not too big or too small, just right for lying or sitting down. And the moss in that position also had traces of being pressed.

Jier slightly slowed the rhythm of his breathing, squatted down calmly, and touched the moss in this place with his hand, finding that there were indeed traces of being pressed.

He remembered that yesterday evening, the leader of the Long-haired Lynx Beast, Yongqi Maomao, was surprised and kowtowed after seeing Bio the Big Tree, and abnormally fell asleep here during their night activities.

It was this position.

Jier seemed to have figured something out. If a big tree could not move, pass through the locked Church at night, and then avoid the companions on night watch to sneak into his tent.

Then, what about the Long-haired Lynx Beast, which was small in stature, agile in movement, and active at night?

He glanced at the big tree that claimed to be wise, and could not confirm whether this big tree instigating Maomao to pull this off was a joke or something else.

If it was a joke, then it could only be said that its personality was too mischievous, and its intelligence was not used in the right place.

If it was not a joke, then it was not good. Would the big tree's other poems also be true? Was there any malice hidden behind it? Was the Agricultural God Church in Big Tree Cunzi in danger?

Jier did not think further, but stood up and looked at his two companions.

Unexpectedly, his two companions also had serious expressions and were silent at this time, as if they had discovered something respectively.

"Two, after hearing the prophecy poems, did you find anything?"

Jier asked in a deep voice.

"Uh, sigh, um yes, I suppose I found something."

Xueya Site scratched his hair and said helplessly.

And Bata'er Jiaoshi also had an ugly expression as he clenched his fists, squeezing them until they turned white. He did not let himself look at Priest Feilina, who was still struggling to move the copper Statue of the God not far away, and whispered to the two: "Unfortunately, I don't have, sigh—I have some guesses on my side."

Jier looked at the two, surprised that they had also discovered that it was highly likely the Maomaos who did it, so he also nodded and gestured to the backyard: "Then let's change places and discuss it. And since we have clues and discoveries, there is naturally no need to be too anxious. Let's have breakfast first, and talk about everything after eating."

The two nodded, tacitly agreeing to Jier's suggestion.

The three then walked slowly toward the backyard.

As they walked, the three had different expressions and also turned their heads to look at different places respectively.

Xueya Site looked at the children who only dared to open the door and run out to play because the three serious and heavy-atmosphere guys had walked away, and thought of his own children.

These half-grown children were at the age where they didn't understand anything, but could walk, run, use their hands, and cry. They were small, and if they didn't sleep in the middle of the night, sneaking out of the room and walking barefoot in the empty Church was indeed not easy to be discovered.

And Jier's tent was brightly colored and small and cute, and curious children were indeed easily attracted and broke in by mistake. Everyone in the caravan knew that it was the tent of Knight Jier, so except for the driver responsible for the tent assembly, others would never break in when there were people inside, so as not to offend Jier the Knight.

And if it were an outsider, as long as they had eyes and a bit of brains, they would understand that when most people were sleeping on the ground by the campfire, a person with a separate tent must be an important figure in the caravan and could not be offended.

No one would break into Jier's tent by mistake either.

Besides, Jier's tent was right next to where everyone was sleeping, and the companions on night watch could easily see an adult entering and leaving there.

But half-grown children might not necessarily be seen.

And for the children, there was nothing interesting in Jier's tent. Jier's Long Sword, although it emitted a faint light and was a precious sword, its weight of more than ten kilograms was not something children could lift.

Other than that, Jier's personal Magic Dagger was also very gorgeous and beautiful, but children who were a little older had been warned and admonished by their families not to touch things that looked expensive. Therefore, it was normal that the Magic Dagger Heart Fire was not lost.

So, the only thing left was that Sacred Artifact of the Agricultural God Church.

It looked like an ordinary Wooden Bowl and did not look expensive. At the same time, it was a peculiar translucent object, enough to arouse the curiosity of children. They might think this thing was fun and novel, but not valuable, so they secretly took this Sacred Artifact from the arms of the drunken Jier.

They took it back to the house to show and play with other little friends.

Xueya Site estimated that looking at the lively appearance of those children, they must not have discovered that when the Sacred Artifact was tilted while being held, it could infinitely pour out clear ale.

If they had discovered it, they would likely all still be fast asleep right now, having drunk too much ale out of curiosity.

If they aren't in a drunken stupor, that means the Sacred Artifact might still be tossed somewhere in the house where the children sleep, perhaps at the head of some little one's bed, or under it.

Thinking of this, Xueya Site felt both a sense of relief and helplessness.

It is a good thing the item isn't lost, but the children will clearly be in for a severe scolding because of this. A beating is also very likely; if not for them being so young, he estimates that for stealing such a vital item, having a hand chopped off would even be possible.

Because Priest Bataer kept sneaking glances at Priest Feilina, he ended up being noticed by Priest Feilina instead.

The female priest let go of the bronze Divine Statue on the ground in dissatisfaction, beckoned to Priest Bataer, and shouted, "Luosa, you fellow, seeing me work so hard, you don't even know to come over and help me!"

Then she muttered: "It's a loss that I help you so much every time; all these years, which of your troubles haven't I smoothed over for you? Honestly, every time I finish helping you, you run away so fast, as if my Big Tree Cunzi were a bandit's den, and then when something happens later, you come crying and begging me for help again."

Priest Bataer heard part of the female priest's complaints and his face turned red, but he took another look at that Divine Statue made entirely of pure copper.

This thing is worth a fortune; it would take at least ten or twenty thousand copper coins to melt enough copper, then pour it into a pre-made mold, and after it cools, perform careful carving.

His Changmai Cunzi Church only has a wooden Divine Statue. Even that was only made after he invited two Carpenters to work busily for half a month.

The contrast in financial strength between the two is obvious.

Of course, the scale of Changmai Cunzi and Big Tree Cunzi is different, and their accumulated wealth is different too.

But Priest Bataer looked left and right; with seven or eight courtyards of varying sizes and over twenty rooms of different areas, the Big Tree Cunzi Agricultural God Church really exceeds his Changmai Cunzi church by too much.

The believers are the same.

Changmai Cunzi has fewer than one hundred Nongshen Believers, and the number of devout believers is even smaller. And what about Priest Feilina's Big Tree Cunzi?

Just seeing that the entire village is under her control, one knows that basically the whole village here are Nongshen Believers, and the position of a devout believer is something the Villagers must strive to earn through their performance.

Every time she goes to the Yemei Town Agricultural God Church to report for duty, Priest Feilina's assessment is always the best grade, while his own is just ordinary.

Of course, this includes the fact that Big Tree Cunzi has a longer history of settlement, a larger population, is located further north, and many villages around it that want to reach Shichui Cunzi, Yemei Town, and other places mostly pass through Big Tree Cunzi.

At the same time, there is the Dashu Bi'ao revered by the Nature Sect; every year or two, there are believers and pilgrims of the Nature Sect from the north who come to Big Tree Cunzi to inspect and make pilgrimages, and these pilgrims who come to seek wisdom from Dashu Bi'ao are also quite generous with their spending.

In short, Priest Filina-Brisiman is better than him, Luosa-Bata'er, in every aspect.

Whether it was when they were studying under their teacher in the past, or later when they were apprenticing in the villages, or afterwards when the two were stationed in separate villages, she was always better than him.

So, Priest Bataer thought painfully, so, is it because of jealousy?

Because you are better than me in every aspect, I simply cannot accept the fact that I obtained the Sacred Artifact bestowed by the Agricultural God before you?

So you had to steal it, and even if you threw it away, you couldn't let me be better than you?

Could it be like this?

Feilina?

Jier increasingly suspected that Mao Mao did it.

No, it should be said, it was Dashu Bi'ao behind the scenes who instigated the long-haired lynx Beast, having them secretly take the Agricultural God Church Sacred Artifact from his arms in the middle of the night. Then, leave behind a Prophecy Poem to highlight its own mystery?

But if it were like this, how would it eventually resolve the incident of this lost Sacred Artifact?

Let the Mao Maos admit it themselves?

But Yongqi Maomao can speak Human Common Language; wouldn't it be exposed as soon as it's asked?

How could it guarantee that Yongqi Maomao wouldn't betray it?

Thinking of this, Jier secretly thought something was wrong; he narrowed his eyes, thought of something, and walked quickly toward the carriage where the Mao Maos lived.

The two companions also followed quickly behind Jier; although they didn't know what Jier was going to do, they just followed for now.

Jier thought as he walked quickly, if Yongqi Maomao died, then none of the Mao Maos would be able to speak Human Common Language fluently, and at that time, it would naturally be impossible to point out that it was Dashu Bi'ao instigating it from behind.

And the lost Agricultural God Church Sacred Artifact might not have been placed in a very mysterious location; if Jier really couldn't find it, he would inevitably have to seek help from Dashu Bi'ao again because of the Prophecy Poem.

At that time, Jier, having a request, would have to agree to some conditions from Dashu Bi'ao, and he would likely find the Sacred Artifact, which appeared to have been hidden by the Mao Maos, amidst a series of mystifications from the other side.

That is roughly how it is.

Jier judged.

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