“What is the sacrament of atonement like?”

Gret finally heard something that made him a little curious. He barely shook off his sleepiness, opened his eyes, lowered his voice, and asked the host of the Mage Tower sitting beside him in a low voice.

He really hasn't seen it! He hasn't seen it either from the Temple of the God of War or the Temple of the Goddess of the Spring Water!

As for the God of Nature, in Gret's impression, they are all good people. Of course, good people also get angry, and it is even more terrifying to get angry. But what is the Sacred Sacred of Atonement?

Grett's previous life, this life, all his experiences and experiences combined, and the sacrament of atonement that he had heard of was only once:

It seems that after the pope was deposed, some emperor wore the humble clothes of a monk in the middle of winter, walked up to the top of the mountain with barefoot barefoot barefoot and stood outside the church gate, but still knelt down, and only relied on a felt blanket to keep warm for three days and three nights?

But this is not the style of a natural pastor... what is their sacrament? What will they ask the Atonement to do?

The eighth-level mage turned his head and looked at him, sighing helplessly. Master Nordmark, it seems that you are also the priest of the God of Nature! You made the matter a big deal first and started to sue him!

The rules of the God of Nature, why do you ask me...

Fortunately, his voice was very small, and the clergy present also tacitly pretended not to hear it. Elder Aitfu quoted the scriptures and quarreled with Archbishop of the God of War and the Great Master of the Spring Water Goddess, and he said a word to me and said to me for a long time:

"Didn't you ask him to dig a rock of equal height with his own hands, make a statue of the God of War, then wear tunics, carry the statue on foot, and go to the temple to offer it in person?"

"That is a blasphemy against the highest level... and it seems that you don't have an image of God..."

"The last time the Duke of the Demonic of the Goddess was wearing cloak, wearing barefoot, and walked into the main hall barefoot from the entrance of the Temple Square, and held a sacrament and confession in front of the goddess, right?"

"It's right, but you don't seem to have a temple? Are you going to let Earl Rothcon go to the wilderness? Or climb the mountain barefoot? The mountain is all covered with thorns!"

It’s also a barefoot hiking, walking on the stone floor of the Temple Square, and walking on the thorn bushes in the wild, which are completely different concepts, right?

Fight, quarrel. After a long time, everyone could barely reach an agreement. Of course, Count Rothcon, who rushed back from the capital, had to confirm it personally. The severity of the sacrament of the atonement was generally closely related to the reparations of the blasphemers.

"It is absolutely not enough to compensate the profit of ham alone!" Elder Aitf, on behalf of the surrounding God of Nature, and especially the representatives, have selected a team and are preparing to return to Roscon County, to severely condemn:

"Why, I have raised pigs in your ancestral grave for decades. Let me tell you, just pay for the money sold by these pigs? If there is such a good thing, we will also take over the Earl's castle and raise pigs in the castle for decades!"

"But we really can't get anything else..." The second son of the count was in tears. He was a decades old and usually had a pampered life. At this time, he was really able to cry. Not only did he cry, but he also begged, but he was only to roll on the spot:

"Everyone knows how thin the profit of farming is! Our family can only make some money by raising pigs and making ham throughout the year, and most of it needs to be sent to the capital! The money is in the hands of the Earl, and I, a second son, can only use this little! If it is not enough."

He waved his hand and drew a huge circle:

"There are three batches of ham in the cellar, all from last year, the previous year, the previous year, waiting to be matured and sold! You have to drag them away! There is nothing else!"

Seeing that the more he spoke, he became less and less sensible. Grett couldn't stand it anymore, so he coughed gently and added to the topic:

"Doctagon of Nature... in Rothcon County, did it originally have an industry?"

As far as he knows, there should be some. Near Hartland City, there are two small villages in the church, and at least a few broken houses in the city. Nevis's church is vast, with two whole hills belonging to them.

What about Luo Sikang County? It’s also a county after all! The industry of the church group will not be missing!

After the sect evacuated, their land, houses, and the villagers living on this land...

Who will all belong to?

Who has divided them up?

The living room suddenly became quiet. Behind Elder Aitf, a middle-aged man walked out with anger:

"Some! All are! Around the inheritance land, two hills, a small river, and the villages by the river belong to the church group! There are also a few other pieces of land..."

He raised his hand slightly, and showed a map of Rothcon County in the air, and outlined the former industries of the sect. Gret looked at him and calculated quickly that these industries together accounted for about 1/20 of Rothcon County.

Although most of them are not very good land, the combined area is quite large. More importantly, the industry of the God of Nature has always been the last pressure reducing valve in the local area:

The lord was exploiting too much. He was really hungry and had nothing to eat. The fields owned by the sect can be rented secretly to plant a little bit; the trees owned by the sect can be taken in as you like to pick up wild fruits, without fear of being hung up and beaten...

"This land belongs to our family!" Behind the count's second son, a noble child who Gret didn't know suddenly jumped up:

"It was bought by our family! It was bought with real money! There are transaction documents and registrations for the county city hall!"

"This is also bought by our family!" Another noble child also interrupted. Gret slowly scanned the living room. Several nobles were afraid to speak, but there were also gloomy or worried expressions on their faces.

Let’s look at Mr. Master and the two temple leaders. Needless to ask, it is estimated that every family will have a share in the industry of the church group, and everyone will not be spared.

Want to take back the industry from everyone?

If you want the God of Nature to return, you will offend this county in one breath, all the nobles and powerful people?

Forget it, I'll do this evil man!

"The pigs in Rothcon County will not be able to eat acorns in the future." Gret lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and said softly:

"The so-called pigs grown by eating acorns are made of hams with the taste of oak. This characteristic industry is probably gone."

"What?"

"What did you say?"

Except for a few clergy, everyone present asked almost at the same time. Can’t ham be made? The industry is gone?

The entire Rothcon County is the largest and almost the only pillar industry that can make a lot of profits! This cannot be done, and the income of the entire county will instantly be reduced by more than 60%!

Gret's face was solemn and his voice was cold. He said slowly:

"When I was praying in the Land of Heritage yesterday, I told those oak trees not to bear too many acorns in the future. I also asked them to tell other oak trees not to bear a lot of strength. These days are the season for oak trees to bloom and pollinate."

He raised his head, glanced around without emotion, and looked at each anxious pair of eyes:

"At the rate of pollen spreading, it is estimated that all the oak trees have already known this news at this time. Of course, they may not listen to me?"

With a bang, Elder Aitf stood up, turned around, rushed towards the window, and jumped out. He didn't even have time to go down the stairs, but opened his arms and flew out of the mage tower like a big bird. He landed on the edge of the open space and rushed to the trunk of an oak tree...

The second oak tree, the third oak tree. After a while, the elder returned to the living room with a serious expression and nodded to everyone present:

"They got it. I asked about the dozen oak trees around me. This year, they will only have a few acorns in the future."

It fell to the ground, was stepped into the mud by wild beasts, pecked away by birds, picked up by squirrels. Then, it took root, sprouted, and grew elsewhere...

New oak trees are grown enough, but no matter what, it is impossible to feed the wild boars wandering in the woods.

As for, how to restore the oak tree to normal and solid?

Elder Aitf raised his chin and looked around the living room with confidence, all the anxious or pretending not to be anxious.

Then, come and ask the priest of nature and talk to every oak tree!

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