In a land abandoned by God, the spring has been dry for three years. The church sells water and sucks the blood of the whole village as sinners.
I dressed as the little lord here, and the first thing I did was to be signed and handed over by the deacon.
It is impossible to sign.
I built a canal and a dry spring came alive. I installed a water mill and the whole village said it was a miracle.
The church was anxious, the nobles were crazy, and even the king sent people to ask: Is he a saint or a heretic?
I'm just a contractor. But they insist on saying that I am building the Kingdom of God.
