Chapter 115 Communication (Part 1)
Rain, thunderstorm, heavy thunderstorm
The rain has been drizzling all day since the beginning. Fortunately, the food in the Roman territory has been dried and loaded into the warehouse, so it has not been affected by the rain.
Unlike the continuous rain and the gloom of the sky, the news about the great harvest in the Roman territory soon spread like a gust of wind, with the brilliant breath that came to his face quickly.
In the morning, it was still drizzling outside. Looking out from the half-open glass window, the light rain dripping from the sky was like crystal oil, with a pleasant mysterious power, slamming on the ground drop by drop, and then splashing the breath of soil.
Baron Rocas was sitting in his study, enjoying the pleasure brought by the rainy season in the spring while flipping through the books in his hand. He slept well last night, and when he woke up in the morning, the refreshing breath of pushing the window in his face made him feel surprisingly good.
"Good morning, sir Baron!" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded. Baron Rocas raised his head from the book and showed a rare smile at a corner of the study.
"Eat! You need to eat!" Another sound rang out, the sound was still the same as before, but the tone of voice was completely changed to another person. You can hear it as soon as you hear it. This time it should be a girl's tone of coquettishness.
The smile on Rocas's face became stronger. He simply put down the book in his hand, walked out of the table, and then walked all the way to the corner where he was just watching.
I saw a very elegant weeping plant planted in that place. The branches and leaves are green, the branches are very long and thin, and they are soft like elf hair. They are hanging down from a small basket. The basket is hung on a small hook on the ceiling, about three meters above the ground, and the branches are hanging very long and are almost on the ground.
Just where the bushes of plants were hanging down, something was hanging on the iron chain hanging down along the hook. It was a very exquisite bird cage. At this moment, a bird with very bright feathers looked very beautiful, jumping inside.
The small plate in the cage contains the best millet, and the small bowl containing clean water is also very exquisitely made, looking very small and cute, and it matches the bird's appearance. The two words just now were what this bird said. It was bought by a distant relative of Rocas from a faraway place. It can imitate people's words and looks very beautiful. So when Baron Rocas got the bird, he became treasured.
"Come on, say, I want to have a meal..." Baron Rocas walked over, then stood in front of the bird cage with a smile. Seeing that the bird had already hidden in the innermost part of the cage, he even used his fingers to push away the green plants blocking the cage, and then, speaking inducely, with a look of interest on his face.
"You want to eat! You want to eat!" It seems that you often play this kind of game. When Baron Rocas said, the bird really screamed very well.
"Hahaha... OK! OK!" Hearing the cute voice of the bird, Baron Rocas suddenly became happy and laughed.
The more he looked at the bird, the more he liked it. Although the sound was not similar, the bird was very powerful when imitating the second lady's tone.
Dongdong. There was a gentle knock on the door outside. Baron Rocas, who was in high spirits, couldn't help but look dark and asked in a calm voice: "Who is it?"
"It's me, Scrader." The person who answered was one of his confidants, who was responsible for collecting various information.
When Baron Roccard heard it was him, his face calmed down: "Come in!"
"Yes." The door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man who looked very ordinary. His appearance was the kind that would never be discovered even if he threw it into the crowd. However, the light in his eyes flashed occasionally, which meant that this person was not as honest as he looked like.
"Sir Baron, this is a letter from the Adventurer Union to you." He took out a letter as soon as he came in.
Baron Rocas took the letter, looked at the name on it, pulled upwards with disdain, then took out the letter inside and started reading it. After he finished reading all the contents of the letter, his face suddenly became very strange. He seemed to be surprised, but he seemed to be very unwilling, and he regretted it. In short, his face was very wonderful.
"Master Baron..." The confidant looked at Baron Rocas with some concern. Baron Rocas waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "It's okay, you go out first."
"Yes." Although I was curious about what was in this letter that Baron Rocas had such a strange reaction, I knew that I shouldn't ask if I shouldn't know. The confidant quickly withdrew and carefully closed the door again.
Baron Rocas's mood at this time was very complicated. In the letter just now, he received a message that surprised him very much.
The grain harvest in the territory of Romon was great, and the yield per mu was amazing, with a yield of 370 kilograms per mu and a yield of 370 kilograms per mu! Baron Rocas put the letter on the table, and then walked back and forth in the room, with his expression constantly changing.
And what struggles he was making in his heart were unknown to outsiders.
"Master Baron!" At this time, an internal magistrate happened to come in from outside and report the crop yield in the territory this time to him...
Baron's territory, first of all, the Interior Official
The second is the tax officer who collects taxes on commerce and agriculture, and the second is the judicial officer who manages territorial cases and public security, and finally the army directly belonging to the Baron - a town guard.
Originally, the Interior Official was in a good mood. After all, with his efforts, he still used his own strength to fiddle with the fields under Lord Rocas' name and the harvest was also very good. He believed that he would definitely get commendation from Lord Lord when he came here this time.
However, Baron Rocas, who had read the account book, his face gradually became gloomy. He snorted and smashed the account book onto the desk.
The poor Interior Official was stunned. He didn't understand why he had done his job well enough, so why would he still be criticized by the Lord? Could it be that he was too happy when he came and took the account book wrong? It's unlikely.
Then, he was driven out and did not understand what happened to the Baron today when he left the castle.
The Baron, who continued to stay alone in the study, felt even worse, especially after just reading the crop yield of his own, he simply didn't like anything.
At least, as he walked back and forth, the bird's occasionally cries failed to open his eyebrows. The servant who came in to deliver the tea was also troubled by him. In short, his mood was in a good mood today, but after reading this letter, he was completely destroyed.
And just when he was alone in the study and was depressed, there was an extremely peaceful scene in another place.
In the Temple of the Goddess of the Earth in the town, outside the main pastor's homework room, the breath of spring is so strong. A large cluster of beautiful flowers grow outside the house, exuding the beautiful atmosphere of spring. A woman in white robe is standing on the steps, looking at their swaying figures under the watering of the rain, and then smiles faintly at the corner of her mouth.
At the age of sixteen, he was wearing a female throne of a priest, with a relatively high mouth, revealing his slender and white thighs, with green floral belts, and his delicate and slender waist, with his soft eyes clear.
There were three patterns on the white priest's robe, showing her priest level. At this time, looking at the raindrops all over the sky, she seemed to be thinking about something. Of course, it was Elini, the lord's daughter, who finished her prayer.
Only after Alini became the presiding priest did she understand the difference.
To preside over a temple is to preside over a base connected to God.
The power of God, the faith of the people, and the Force are all based on this as the local center. There are many opportunities to study the essence of divine power in depth and learn higher-level divine arts freely. If done well, it will also attract additional attention in the God's sequence...
The priest who does not preside over the temple is not a good priest. Alini is becoming more and more aware of this.
In the past six months, she finally put the temple on the right track and focused on leadership prayers, preaching, healing, and preaching.
Every time she prayed, she could feel the subtle changes in God's power field. Every time she preached, if the believers could understand the goddess's teachings more clearly, they could also be reflected in the holy power... Unconsciously, from the expressions and eyes of the believers' listeners, the faith of the entire town has improved slightly and obviously, and even the holy energy on the altar of the temple seemed to be more active and vigorous...
As a pastor, she always showers with the power of God. This feeling is really hard to describe. The fourth level road seems not far away, which makes her indulge in this for a while and forget everything...
"Hey, have you heard of it? Something happened to the druid in Romon's territory..." At this moment, a whisper came from the aisle. For some reason, when he heard Romon's name, Elini's face turned slightly red. Then, she carefully retreated back to the homework room, closed the door, looked at the aisle outside, and her ears stood up.
The three assistant pastors came over there at this time, and they were talking about some recent news as they walked. What they were talking about was the harvest in the Roman Territory. In their mouths, Alini, who was hiding in her room, heard about the harvest in the Roman Territory.
"The yield per mu is 370 kilograms? How is this possible?" The people outside had gradually walked away. Alini gently pushed open the door and appeared again on the steps. The wind blew gently, causing the corners of her white robe to rise gently, revealing her white thighs. The sky was floating with raindrops, slanting down, and some dripping on her body, gradually soaking her robe, revealing the ups and downs of the woman.
Before she could realize how tempting the female body was at this time, Alini walked from the temple platform to the steps, stood in the open space, looking in the direction of the Roman territory, with her expression on her face very surprised.
As the priest of the goddess of fertility, she is not unfamiliar with this and understands the key. This is not easy, even the druids are the same.
Chapter completed!