Once upon a time there lived a prince. He lived well until one day he fell under a curse. And it’s so tricky that life has become very, very bad for everyone in the kingdom. Well, like everyone else - the servants of the gods and the royal guards. The first - because they predicted to the prince that only a true priest would lift the curse from him. The second - because the true ones are still not found and they have to travel around the provinces and catch priests. And the further they are from the capital, the more fidgety they become; they just have time to equip themselves for the chase. And how does all this relate to the quiet and peaceful Trier? Yes, we simply have the largest number of priests per capita. Wherever you spit, there is a priest. But you don’t need to spit at me! Although... I’m a priest too.