Chapter 831: Reclamation (Part 1)
A fishing village, just like the meaning, is a village where fishing makes a living.
Ferconsey said in an order: "Have you drawn the route just now?"
"Sir, you have calculated it and drawn it." A calculator said.
Since the world is full of fog, for the sake of traffic safety, calculation and painting are very important, so it has developed instead.
Gradually, the village is getting closer and closer.
"Hey, someone!" Someone immediately noticed it.
"Prepare for the battle!" Heckling said, drawing out his sword.
In the distance, the fishing village has seen that the highest part of the fishing village is a lookout, which is a coastal area that must be built to watch the weather and watch whether there are monsters along the coast.
On the fishing village, there is a simple wooden pier with several small fishing boats on it, which rippled with the waves that gently hit the pier.
However, when we arrived at the dock, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's a caravan, Lord Priest!" It's obvious that the caravan with the mark of God Romon.
"It's been three months, is it still going on?" Furconsey thought.
The boat leaned onto the dock, the other party glanced at it and saluted: "Sir Pastor!"
The other party was five soldiers, and the others were busy.
At the corner of the pier, at the end of a large fisherman's house, there is a very simple but very spacious building, which is a warehouse.
"Sir, it happens that two people on our side are injured. Can you help us treat them?" said a warrior.
"Okay, you are all believers of our Lord, and I have an obligation to save." Ferconsey said.
"Thank you, Lord Pastor!"
Under the guidance of one person, I entered the warehouse. The warehouse should have had debris, but at this time, the tempting fragrance kept emitting.
Several people were resting, and a long wooden table was filled with people.
There was a blanket not far away, and two people were lying on the blanket.
Apart from the distance, there was a pot, which was actually cooking and roasting a pig.
"Hey, there are pigs here?"
"Master, I probably didn't have time to catch it, and it almost turned into a wild boar." The warrior said, "It's just a cheaper one now."
"This is our captain - Lu Pomer."
This is a woman in a group of travel clothes and cloaks. She saluted Fokonsi without saying much.
Ferconsey smiled, held the holy emblem and began to pray: "My Lord, may your grace be given to your Lamb."
The light flashed... A trace of power penetrated, and the damage of the two people quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Thank you, my lord." The two of them said quickly.
The woman took out two gold coins and handed them to the priest. The priest nodded and accepted it.
This money must be collected because God's power cannot be provided for nothing.
"By the way, are you here checking things?"
"Yes, the valuable things have been plundered the previous few times. Now, we are going to demolish the house and transport all the available wood back."
“This is more difficult.”
"There is no choice. You have to find some work to do. Come on, we are very lucky this time. Let's get this pig and have a meal together!"
"Thank you very much." Fokansi said. Although his mission was to patrol the sea area, it didn't matter if he was resting now, and it was still a long time.
Salante City
"Okay, you're here, tell me about the situation in other territories." The carriage stopped in the village where he was inspecting. Bishop Kanrongpa slowly walked on the road outside the village, looking at the deserted fields on both sides of the road, with a faint smile on his face.
Because it was already early spring, tender grass began to emerge on both sides of the road. This was near the village and the sun was still bright. When you walked to a big tree, Bishop Kanrongpa suddenly stopped and said to a knight who had been following him.
"Yes." The temple paladin who followed him saw Bishop Kanrongpa ask, answered carefully: "Thank you for the kindness of my Lord Romon God. After leaving the territory, my subordinates investigated the situation in other territories. Everything went smoothly. In other territories, no rumors were found that there were several territories that had begun to plow early, and the scene was very lively."
"Oh? So early? What territories are there?" Bishop Kanrongpa asked inadvertently.
"There are the Earl Hartod and the Viscount Lit, which are already in spring plowing." The knight replied.
"These people attach great importance to farming. So, what about other territories? Didn't they move? What are those lords doing in their daily lives?" Bishop Kanrongpa continued to ask.
"The other lords did not perform anything out of the ordinary, but they did not attach great importance to farming like those lords." The knight answered truthfully.
"Oh." Bishop Kanrongpa nodded and fell silent for a moment, because he was standing under the tree, the sun was pouring on his face, making his expression not very clear.
The knight didn't dare to speak anymore, let alone leave. He stood beside him and waited quietly.
"Some people are really troublesome..." After a while, Bishop Kanrongpa sighed faintly and spoke again.
The Knight did not know who the bishop was talking about, and did not dare to ask, so he continued to act as a sculpture.
"Our territory has also begun to be busy today. Let's accompany me for a while." Bishop Kanrongpa said, turning his face.
"Yes, Lord Bishop." The Knight naturally followed the order.
The two of them were riding horses. Bishop Kanrongpa looked in a good mood. As he walked along the way, he sometimes admired the grass beside the road, and sometimes looked at the sky with a calm expression and couldn't tell what he was thinking.
However, the knight had long been used to Bishop Kanrongpa's appearance, and was not surprised at all, but just followed him silently.
From outside the city, the fog gradually became a little bit because it had reached the periphery.
However, because it is not very far from the city, the fog is not very heavy.
Time passed quickly, and the sun had risen from the depths of the mist in the distance to the top of their heads. This light also made the thin mist become less and less dimmed, and did not have much impact on their journey.
"It has arrived." Bishop Kanrongpa suddenly said.
Unlike the unmanned farmland I just saw, I could see some people in the distance.
The figures were gone in the faint mist, and it was clear that they were busy reclaiming the land.
Although the fog is not thick, the fog gradually moistens people's hair, and the cool feeling is a little chill.
After the population increases, the fog does not dissipate in one day. There is a process that according to calculations, it will also disappear after several times. Therefore, it doesn’t matter if you plant it now. After some time, it will even dissipate here.
The knight was wearing casual clothes and his hair was a little wet. He looked at Bishop Kanrongpa next to him, but found that his style was still not damaged.
"Do you know what they are doing?" Bishop Kanrongpa glanced around him slightly, his eyes very serious.
"They are reclaiming the land." The knight replied
"Yes, they are reclaiming land, constantly reclaiming wastelands outward, helping Viscount Sarant to improve the strength of the territory. Only when their strength is strong will our strength be strong. My Lord Romon will definitely bless us." Bishop Kanrongpa said: "My Lord Romon is the God of Nature and Punishment. With his blessing, we will definitely get a great harvest, so we don't have to cultivate a small piece of land carefully like before."
"Praise my Lord Romon, whose Word spreads to the vast land." The knight then continued respectfully.
"Okay, let's go and take a look, the count is here too." Bishop Kanrongpa said in the distance.
"Yes, Lord Bishop."
The two walked towards the direction where they were reclaiming new land.
On the land where the new land was cultivated, Viscount Salant (Master Haboba) was watching the scene of Kaiken with his several guards.
As a lord and a noble mage, it is impossible for him to go to work in person. Being able to come here to patrol is already a serious and responsible expression.
"...Yes, a lot of them have been cultivated this morning. If this continues, it will not take long for the wastelands in my territory to become farmlands that can be cultivated. With the blessing of my Lord Romon God, I will not be afraid of not getting a great harvest." Master Haboba looked at the busy scene in front of me happily and said.
"Sir, what you are saying is that with the blessing of my Lord, God Romon, the Sarante leader will surely prosper more and more." A knight beside him said with a smile.
"Did you notify the temple a few days ago?" Suddenly thinking about this, Master Haboba asked.
Because a few days ago, the priests in the temple were busy spreading their faith by 30,000 newcomers, and they were busy preparing for the cultivation of new land, so he did not go over and disturb him.
"Don't worry, sir, my subordinates have reported it." said his guard knight.
"That's good." Master Haboba nodded and felt relieved.
Because of the tradition of the foggy world, the temples and lords in each territory are discussing things together. Without the support of the temple, a territory will perish in an instant.
In other words, one temple and one god can only be limited to the scope of a territory. In order to survive, they must protect the existence of that territory.
The cooperation between the two has continued many years ago. Although they cannot be said to have great trust between each other, unless they are to be destroyed, there is no possibility of betraying each other.
"Sir, the one who came over there seemed to be Bishop Kanrongpa!" a knight suddenly reminded.
"Bissar Kamrongpa?" Master Haboba looked over and sure enough, he saw two figures, gradually becoming clearer.
When he looked over, the two of them were not far from their place. They could see very clearly. The one who walked in the front was Bishop Kanrongpa. Following Bishop Kanrongpa was a paladin in the temple.
"Biden, why are you here?" As they approached, Master Haboba asked.
"Oh, I heard that the territory is reclaiming new land, so come and see if it starts reclaiming today?" Bishop Kanrongpa asked, looking at the busy people not far away.
"Yes, this piece of land was reclaimed this morning, and the speed was not slow." Master Haboba said with satisfaction.
"Is this a piece?" Bishop Kanrongpa kept looking into the distance. At this time, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and fell on Master Haboba's face. "It's still not fast enough."
"Are it not fast enough?" Master Haboba said in surprise: "This piece of land alone can already allow us to collect a lot of food..."
"The food is still not enough... far from enough..." Bishop Kanrongpa sighed inexplicably.
Master Haboba's heart was moved. In fact, he knew that the temple was preparing to annex other territories.
If you want to annex other territories, you need to prepare a lot of food. If you don’t have enough food, how can you have the strength to develop your territory and then go to war?
Thinking of this, he nodded and agreed with Bishop Kanrongpa's statement.
"Then what should we do?" he asked.
"Mobilize all the leaders who can be mobilized and reclaim new land." Bishop Kanrongpa said.
"I'm afraid, there must be more than 30,000 people?" Master Haboba said in surprise: "Will this be too many?"
"Are you afraid of too much food? Of course, the more the better, the time is tight." Bishop Kanrongpa said: "Besides, those 30,000 people have already developed a simple faith after a period of time."
"When the territory is reclaimed, the people who cannot be accommodated in the city will gradually be distributed in the cultivated farmland and build villages. I expect that our current population will dissipate the fog within 30 miles, and it can reclaim 200 square kilometers of land, which can accommodate fifty villages."
"Well, you said it right, 30,000 people, it's time..." Master Haboba nodded and quickly agreed. "Okay, let's do what you said."
"By the way, when reclaiming new land, there is one thing that must be paid attention to." Suddenly, Bishop Kanrongpa said with a serious expression.
"Oh? You said." Master Haboba asked.
"Although we need more farmland, some forest areas cannot be touched, which is something that must be paid attention to. You also know that my Lord Romon is the God of Nature and Punishment. His Word is given to the earth, including forests. If we touch the forest, it will definitely provoke my Lord's anger. At that time, good things will turn into bad things." Bishop Kanrongpa said seriously: "As for the small jungle, it doesn't matter."
"Don't worry, we will pay attention." Master Haboba nodded and responded.
Even if Bishop Kanrongpa doesn't say this, they will pay attention to it. This is God's will and way and cannot be violated by mortals.
Chapter completed!