69novels Chapter 426 Probability is a domineering thing
Chapter 426 Probability is a domineering thing
Chapter 426 Probability is a tyrannical thing
The saint bumped into Pastor Martin, she covered her nose and raised her head, her face so red with shame that it seemed like blood was about to drip out.
Fortunately, the dim light saved the saint. Martin and Li no longer paid attention to the saint, but started chatting face to face.
"Lee, your story is very interesting. Can I join in as a listener?"
"Of course ~ but I don't want to stand in front of the church anymore."
Martin understood what he meant and brought Li and the saint into the church.
This church, which was converted from a former sanctuary, has an overall layout that is no different from a temple dedicated to the goddess, except that the statue of the goddess that was originally placed in the center of the room is gone.
Replacing the goddess is a piece of wood carving with a lot of content engraved on it.
Wheat ears, fish, sheep, flying birds, babies, coin patterns, clothes, men and women...
The saint looked at the wood sculpture placed in the center of the hall. She should have been angry that the church here refused to worship the goddess.
However, after listening to the story Li just told, the saint found that she did not have much objection. She felt empty in her heart and urgently needed something to fill her heart.
The saint knew that her faith had been shaken.
The saint sat on a bench in the church, holding the holy book in both hands and praying silently to the goddess.
"Well, I prepared some dried radish and scented tea."
Martin took out a plate of side dishes and made a large pot of tea.
Lee helped pull over a bench next to him so Martin could put his things on it.
"Dried radish with tea, this way of eating is enough to challenge my bottom line."
The church did not have much revenue, and most of the subsidies from the city hall were used to help the poor.
Li only expressed disgust but his hands did not stop moving.
Li used earth magic to extract the metal elements from the soil under his feet and molded them into three pairs of chopsticks.
Li handed the chopsticks to Martin, and placed another pair of chopsticks next to the saint. He picked up the radish and started chewing it with a crunch.
"Where were you talking about?"
"The farmer waved his hoe and jumped towards the lord."
Li felt that the dried radish Martin brought was too salty, but the scented tea was good for clearing away heat and reducing internal heat.
Next time, I’ll try to promote the method of pickling sweet radishes.
"Lord, yes, that knight lord was an elite who had retired from the battlefield. How could he be ambushed by a peasant? The lord knocked the weapon out of the peasant's hand and locked him and his young son in the castle dungeon."
The saint who was praying to the goddess fell silent at some point.
Li turned his head and saw that the saint also turned her head away and didn't look at him.
Li felt that this saint was a bit arrogant.
"The youngest son couldn't stand the environment in the dungeon and soon fell ill and died. The farmer also wanted to wait for death, but one day he found that there was no one guarding outside the dungeon."
"How could the dungeon be unguarded? Soldiers who fail to do their duty will be executed by the lord!"
The saint interrupted Li's story again, and Li had to explain to her patiently.
"The soldiers in the small noble's territory are not completely off-duty. During the busy farming season, each of them has to farm. The lord had long forgotten that the farmer imprisoned in the dungeon was also transferred from his post because of the order that all soldiers had to participate in the busy farming season."
To put it bluntly, the petty nobles of the kingdom had no management experience at all, and the administrative agencies in their territories were all makeshift teams.
Many times, when someone here shouts, "The Lord asked us to do this," everyone will rush over.
The saint gritted her teeth and didn't quite agree with Li's story. Li clicked his tongue and changed the part that the saint didn't like.
"Well, actually, the farmer took advantage of the night when the militia on duty was lazy and slept, kicked off the rotten wooden boards, and ran away directly from the dungeon."
"Kicking the board will make a sound, and the guard will wake up..."
"Are you a stickler?"
If you want to listen to the story, just listen carefully. If you don’t want to listen, I won’t tell you any more!
After Li showed an unquestionable attitude, the saint obediently picked up the scented tea and blocked her throat with the tea.
In fact, the saint also wanted to try the dried radish, but she didn't know how to use strange tableware like chopsticks.
The saint felt a little envious as she watched Martin use chopsticks skillfully.
"The farmer took advantage of the night and ran into the woods. He thought that it was better to let the ferocious beast take his life than to wait for death at the hands of the nobles. Interestingly, this time God favored the farmer."
In Li's story, there was a torrential downpour during the night the farmer fled, and in such an environment, a person alone would quickly exhaust his energy and eventually become the nutrients that the tree needs to thrive.
"Thunder broke through the sky, and the piercing thunder exploded in the farmer's ears. The farmer was frightened by the thunder. He thought that the gods were punishing him for his sins. The tree in front of him caught fire because of the lightning. The scene of water and fire mixing made the farmer pray in fear. With a snap, a charred object fell in front of the farmer."
Whenever talking about the key points, Li would pick up the teacup. His leisurely look made the saint hate him so much.
"What fell in front of the farmer was a pine pig that had been killed by lightning and roasted by fire."
"puff!"
"The farmer picked up the perfectly cooked meat in front of him and thanked the gods devoutly for their gift! The farmer thought that this was God praising his courage to escape!"
"That's enough! How could the thunder just happen to kill a pine pig and roast it so deliciously!"
The saint jumped up to refute, accusing Li's story of becoming more and more outrageous!
"Lady Saint, what do you think is the probability that the wind just happened to blow up a grain of sand and blinded your eyes?"
If all the sand and dust in the world is taken as the base number, all human beings and activity trajectories, as well as wind conditions are all taken into account, the probability of a grain of dust entering the eyes of the saint is infinitely close to zero.
But Li believed that even if she was a saint living in the temple, and even if she seldom went out, the number of times she had been dazzled since she was a child was definitely not the only one!
Probability is a domineering thing!
The saint was speechless after being rebuked by Li.
Martin was so surprised by Li's remarks that he was stunned for a moment.
The dried radish that Martin was holding fell off his chopsticks, bounced twice on the ground, and then stopped at the feet of the saint.
There was a dent in the ground caused by wear and tear, and the dried radish fell right into it.
"Go on."
"Good~ The farmer took root in the forest with the blessing of nature. He didn't know much about hunter skills at first, but the blessing of the gods on that rainy night made the farmer firmly believe that he was suitable for living in the jungle. Seven years passed in a flash, and the farmer became a skilled hunter. No creature in this forest can escape his cold arrows."
No one knows how much a humble farmer has to endure in his journey to become a hunter who has control over the life and death of his prey.
"Seven years later, the farmer who became a hunter had long since left the land. Interestingly, the knight had also expanded his territory due to his promotion to the title. Everything was arranged by fate, and the farmer and the lord met again!"