God forbids me to fall in love

"...Anyway, it's just as I said." Moen put his hands on his knees upright, and under the pressure of the eyes of his uncle's family of three, he narrated the process of his acquaintance with the gods.

"..."

The reply he got was a long silence, not even Tommy saying anything.

They haven't digested the shock yet. If it wasn't for the testimony of their aunt, they might still think that "Virnes" was a name made up by Moen.

"Moen, if what you said is true, do you know what it means?" Uncle's tone had never been so serious.

His hands have been shaking a little since he came back, and it is still the same now, the teacup he is holding is shaking uncontrollably, and a lot of tea is overflowing.

"What is that god in charge of? Moen, you should introduce him to us. You are a celebrity under the gods. This is a great favor!" My aunt is now the calmest person among them, and she has already figured it out first. After this matter, my thinking has been broadened to how to hug the thigh of God.

Her idea is simple: but all gods are omnipotent, and for a small number of believers, they must get whatever they want.

Therefore, I also became interested in "working together" with Moen.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Tommy was a little dissatisfied. He messed up his hair and looked very speechless.

"Don't interrupt." My aunt gave Tommy a blank look, and continued to seduce Moen courteously, "You see, we moved to the town, we have already moved away from livestock and farming, and it seems that it is too difficult to believe in the goddess Loamina. It's not the most suitable choice, it's better..."

"Enough!" Uncle interrupted with a pale face. His scolding was a bit sudden, and the scene was quiet for two seconds.

After a while, he eased his tone again and said, "Today...in the Goddess's temple, another unknown god descended."

It has to be said that the topic shifted very bluntly.

While sitting on pins and needles, Moen was also puzzled by his uncle's abnormality, but under the other's detailed description, the more he heard it, the more strange it became.

He seemed to know something important.

The cold and handsome god with platinum hair appeared briefly in the temple of Loamina...

Moen was stunned for a long time, and a bold guess arose in his heart.

Could it be that Vernes deliberately showed up there after hearing that he had to go to the temple of Goddess Loamina in order to satisfy his desire to see him?

Wasn't his sentence "Why didn't you go to the temple of Roamina" at that time not asking him to blame, but he didn't see himself when he went there, a simple question?

"There are some things I shouldn't say, but my dear, God is watching us, watching every one of Her believers. Be careful with your words and deeds." The uncle warned the aunt.

At the end, his voice became inaudible.

After finishing speaking, he gave Moen a complicated look, got up and said "I'm sleepy", and returned to the room wearily.

Tommy also left the living room silently. Today, he witnessed the goddess' "punishment" on the people who changed their beliefs in the temple, and he felt very complicated.

After the aunt was reprimanded, she kept a straight face and asked Moen to take her back to her room.

She was still muttering "If you become rich, don't forget about us" in her mouth, and Moen could only respond helplessly.

He guessed that something must have happened in the temple.

Uncle has never been a very reliable person, yet he has such a serious and serious side.

Is Uncle and Tommy's abnormality related to the god's emphasis on faith?

Otherwise, why is uncle so sensitive to aunt's words of conversion?

Moen didn't know.

But the result of this incident was good in a sense, because it helped him avoid the trouble of bringing his family to believe in Vilnes.

It's just that there are some side effects correspondingly, such as the atmosphere at home gradually becoming rigid, especially when Moen is present.

Since Moen moved to the town, he has found a job as a carpenter, trying to keep himself busy every day. First, the money earned from selling sheep will be spent one day, and second, to avoid the embarrassment of being in the same room with everyone. .

However, he has been out of work for a long time.

The climate of the mainland is very livable, neither hot in summer nor cold in winter.

But this winter seems to be a bit abnormal. Since the sun descended from the gods, it has snowed for many days in a row, and it is much colder than in previous years.

Every time a batch of snowflakes is about to melt, new snow will fall immediately, and a thick layer has been deposited on the ground so far, making it very difficult for people to travel.

Moen opened the curtains and looked at the snowflakes still dancing outside, feeling a little worried.

Under the heavy snow weather, they didn't go out for several days.

The last time he went out was four days ago to install a wooden cabinet for a family, and bought some ingredients on the way back.

If the snow does not stop, livelihood will become a big problem.

Although the scale of the snow is not considered ferocious, it cannot stand the frequency and duration.

Moen even suspected that if this development continued, it might lead to a snow disaster.

Sighing deeply, Moen bit his lip and pulled the curtain back.

There is no fireplace in his room, and the temperature in the room is very low, but when you think about it, there are still many homeless people, how can they survive in the ice and snow?

Moen's heart sank a little bit with the extended imagination.

But he couldn't keep worrying like this, so he turned and opened the pillow again, and picked up from underneath the small piece of polished wood next to the silver-white pebble.

These days, every time he feels upset, he carves two strokes.

It's a bit ridiculous to say it, he wants to carve a wooden icon for the god.

Although the materials used are not refined, and it is not as magnificent as the giant holy statues standing outside other temples, it can be regarded as a little thought he spent as a believer.

Although the finished product probably won't be on the table.

After an afternoon of meticulous finishing work, the icon was just finished when I prayed before going to bed.

"Dear god, the weather has been getting colder recently. Your believers are a little worried, will this turn into a snowstorm..." Moen shivered in response to the situation.

Strangely, after shivering, his body gradually warmed up, and his cold hands and feet became warm little by little, as if the temperature of the room had suddenly risen.

Moen carried the wooden figurine in his arms, and added a sentence to the prayer like a ghost - "I have prepared a gift for you, a wooden icon made by myself..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was suddenly empty.

The fingers that were tightly clenched were released irresistibly, and then the icon disappeared out of thin air.

"This, this..." Moen shook Wu Wu's palm in a daze, a little unresponsive.

At this moment, he heard a "click", and a familiar pebble fell down in front of him. The stone bounced twice on the ground, rolled over and stopped in front of his knees.

Moen now understood that it was God who had accepted his gift and had taken away the icon.

He wiped his hot and sweaty palms on his trousers, picked up the stone with both hands excitedly and brought it to him, and saw that it was engraved with two dots and an arc

God gave him a smile back.

God means, He likes this gift.

Moen stood up, held the stone and jumped twice, threw himself on the bed excitedly, wrapped himself in the quilt, and rolled several times.

God accepted it in such a timely manner, maybe he has been paying attention to his actions a few days ago, maybe the temperature in the room is also God’s favor for his believers?

Moen was shy and happy by his own imagination.

But this happy moment was unfortunately interrupted by a hasty knock on the door

"Moen, pack your bags! There's news from the border that a war is coming!" Uncle's anxious and flustered voice came from outside.

Moen's figure froze, and he tore off the quilt and poked his head out, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

There has been no war on the mainland for nearly a hundred years.

Everyone has faith, and where there is faith, there are constraints. War seems to everyone to be a distant and unimaginable thing.

But it's happening now.

It happened on this black winter day when the snowstorm was approaching.

……

Vilnes fished out a wet little wooden figure from the pool. He impatiently used his sleeve to absorb the moisture on it, then held it in one hand and looked at it.

It can't be called lifelike, and it can even be said that the depiction of the face is too blurred, but God is very satisfied.

His toy library is updated.

Vernes first poked the little wooden figure's stomach with one finger, and then covered it with his entire palm, rubbing the lines and patterns on it.

But in the next second, his movements stopped suddenly.

The gentleness and slight joy on his face were replaced by displeasure and confusion. Vernes stood up, stuffed the wooden figurine into his sleeves, and walked out of the temple slowly.

"What are you doing here?" He looked at the gods with different expressions outside his temple, and frowned slightly.

The gods headed by Yemiga did not make a sound, but Otenubo let out a sneer.

Cam Simon, the god of justice in the world, stood up.

He looked into Vilnius's eyes and stated expressionlessly: "Virnis, please follow us to the sacred tree..."

"Accept the trial." Yemijia interrupted with a smile, opening her lips first.