Archbishop Dimitri of Whigburg has been in a bad mood recently, very bad. Ever since he was suddenly asked by the succubus master to provide food a few months ago, his majestic, noble and majestic image has been greatly damaged.
Now all the churches and dignitaries in Whigburg feel that the Archbishop of the Morning Light Church is probably out of his mind. Instead of supporting the aristocratic forces in the church and strengthening their force and prestige, he spends all his time with untouchable peasants.
Archbishop Dimitri's current image is very kind to the ordinary people at the bottom. He does not stay in the church all day long. Instead, he often wears a cassock and appears in the fields, doing the work of gathering refugees and relocating the poor.
Although the church of the Good God usually does the work of donating food and clothing to the poor, these things are only done occasionally. No one does this work all day long. Even the priests of Ilmat, the God of Suffering,
Cherish your own very much.
But His Excellency the Archbishop's lack of pretensions has dispelled a lot of doubts in the public - in the past twenty or thirty years, there have been rumors that Dimitri was not in the right position and used some unfair means in the process of becoming Archbishop.
Now the Archbishop is staying with a group of poor people with mud-legged hands, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with him. There are often rebels in the Morning Light Church, but I have never heard of a rebel who would harm himself so much.
Medeisi kept Dimitri under control, letting him do whatever he wanted - if he wanted to cultivate useful souls, he would gather the refugees; if he wanted food, he would find a way to buy it; if he wanted more food, he would
Let the refugees reclaim the land.
Having accomplished so many practical things, Archbishop Dimitri gained unprecedented prestige among the poor people of Whigburg. Every prayer day, the church of Morning Light Church would be packed with people both inside and outside. The ecclesiological momentum of other churches could not be compared with it.
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Although the people who came were all pariahs and pan-believers with no brains, Lathander, the God of Morning Light, was also deeply satisfied with this and bestowed some divine favor on it. After all, it was nice to see so many people.
Only when he hides his thoughts and is alone, Lord Dimitri will cry secretly - I am indeed a rebel, and a dangerous rebel who colludes with the devil. But I don't know why I have become like this.
In order to explain his behavior to outsiders, Dimitri had to package himself as a loner who did not care about fame and wealth, gains and losses, and only wanted to benefit the public. In his sermons, he often said...
"I don't need to be understood by everyone, but eventually someone will understand me."
How well said, the refugees who were taken in were often moved to tears, the bankrupt farmers wished they could die for the archbishop, and the bards in the tavern began to write hymns for him. Only the nobles secretly laughed at his overestimation of his abilities.
Because according to common sense, every time a poor person is taken in, it means a huge expense. Taking in too many people will definitely lead to a loss. Once the losses cannot be sustained, those poor people will turn their backs - no one thought that there was a pervert standing behind the archbishop.
Lord Dimitri racked his brains and sacrificed his face to satisfy the succubus master's requests one after another. But about a month ago, the succubus actually asked him to raise insects according to the requirements!
Damn it, when did the demons of the abyss stop fighting to the death and start thinking about bugs? What kind of new trend is this? Unheard of!
Following the succubus's new request, Dimitri also received several handwritten booklets - "Cultivation of Earthworms by Local Methods", "New Ways to Get Rich - Cockroach Breeding", "New Ways of Ecological Agriculture - On Maggots"
Economic Applications".
What the hell is this!
After Dimitri flipped through the three pamphlets, he almost wanted to pretend to be dead - I am a high-ranking clergyman, I am a respected nobleman, I am a famous saint. Now I'm fine.
I actually want to...
Play with shit!
These three shabby books all mention the same thing - human and livestock excrement.
The archbishop hid in his room and cried silently. Others who mixed with the devil would at most have their souls devoured and become part of the bloody battle. He mixed with the devil, but his soul was not worried, but his face was not saved.
If word of this got out, Archbishop Dimitri might as well have hung himself from a rope. If he had known this, he might as well have been an ordinary priest in a monastery in the countryside.
Dimitri sighed and cried, but in the end he did not violate Medeis's courage. Recently, he obeyed the succubus's instructions, and not only was he not in danger, but his reputation increased sharply. He didn't understand each time, but he was always impressed afterwards.
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Not only has the succubus stopped being evil recently, she has been doing good things.
As a high-ranking clergyman, Dimitri has an aging appearance, but is actually strong and energetic. He could not rest after receiving orders from Medeisi. He got up at night, opened any door, and went from the church's lounge to the farm outside the city.
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Except for a few bonfires and night watchmen, the farm outside the city was dark with only a slight cold breeze. Occasionally, I heard a few barking dogs, which made it even quieter.
Dimitri was walking on a field ridge, and at his feet was the newly cultivated farmland. These fields were cultivated with newly acquired iron farm tools. There was no time to plant wheat, so they could only plant leguminous crops that did not require much maintenance.
A month ago, the succubus not only sent iron plows, but also hoes, shovels, and even kitchen knives, basins, and bowls. These things used to be purchased by the archbishop in Whigburg and shipped to the succubus, but now they have returned in larger quantities.
Dimitri inspected the iron tools and supplies, and he had to say that the quality was very good. He was even reluctant to distribute them to his farmers, but chose to sell them on the market in Whigburg, making a lot of profit.
But later, as the number of iron products increased, the archbishop gave them as rewards to the homeless farmers who were recruited and taken in. This played a very good role in improving lives, stimulating morale, and building confidence.
There is no doubt that iron tools can greatly improve the efficiency of production and life. Dimitri was originally worried about how many of his refugees would starve to death in order to meet the succubus master's demand for food. But now the problem is not as big as imagined.
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Tiankan passed by a small river, and farmers spontaneously built a dam. Building the dam was only done after obtaining iron tools. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to repair it with a pile of wooden hoes and bare hands.
By damming water and storing water, more farmland can be irrigated. Dimitri even thought that he could build canals along the river and make full use of more abandoned farmland around it. In this way, there will be more land that can be cultivated next year.
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More land can grow more food, more food can accommodate more refugees, more refugees can cultivate more farmland, and then continue to build water conservancy, so there is more land.
Dimitri was thinking and thinking, and suddenly he was stunned - why would I think about this? I am obviously a noble clergyman!
Shouldn't clergy stand under the statues of gods in the church and talk about "God so loves the world" to the believers who come to pray every day? The purpose of colluding with the devil is to climb to a higher position of power, enjoy better treatment, and have stronger power.
power......
But what am I doing?
The archbishop felt that he was really an anomaly, a rare anomaly in the entire Morning Light Church. He shook his head and walked to the rows of wooden houses. A farmer on night watch, holding a spear, walked out of the sentry post outside the house and saluted respectfully.
"Dear Lord Dimitri, we follow your instructions and have been taking care of those bugs and never slack off." The farmer's spearman whispered.
Well... His Excellency the Archbishop was in a heavy mood when he came to this row of houses and had a bad look on his face. There were many villagers around the house, who were also busy at night, and they were all extremely respectful when they saw him.
Frowning and taking a deep breath, Dimitri pushed open the door of a wooden house - a stench came out of the house, and he was stunned to push him out.