If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

When any organization is born, no matter what its original intention is, its ultimate goal is only two.

One is survival.

The second is development.

There is nothing to say about survival, the key is development.

Religious development is to spread faith and attract believers.

But in the fantasy world, the most impacted supernatural class is actually theocracy.

The power of the pope comes from the gods, and the monasteries of the church are spread all over the land.

But this cannot change the fact that the supernatural power is also in the hands of others.

The increase in the church's preaching and voice means that the power of the king and the nobles will decrease and the benefits will decrease, which will naturally cause dissatisfaction and confrontation from the latter.

Preaching is preaching, and the cake on the plate cannot be given to you, otherwise what will we eat?

This is a game.

In the process of finding a balance point, the tithe system gradually took shape, and the nobles had to pay one-tenth of their output to the church.

But don't think about it other than that.

Especially since the conqueror established the Black Iron Kingdom, the main force of the church was suppressed in the territory of Sinnoh.

The Holy See could not move, and could only fight on a small scale at most.

There is no standard for the tithe system. Each place has its own situation. Some pay more and some pay less. Some nobles and the church are at loggerheads, while some nobles believe in the gods of the church. If they pay more, their children will become priests or enter monasteries.

But as long as the army of the Grand Duke of Fury is still blocking Sinnoh, the church cannot act recklessly.

"You can say that. This is the way the world is. There will always be many blasphemers. But humans need a home."

Garin said softly,

"You can't deny that if there are no gods, who should we pray to? There must be an object, right? He can be the Father, the Lord, God... I believe in them because I don't want to live without hope and fall into the endless underworld after death; I don't want to see the eternal life suffer and never be redeemed; I don't want my heart to be without support and my thoughts to fall into the abyss..."

Roman sat on the bench and interrupted, "Do you think the church is the light of mankind?"

Garin thought for a moment and nodded.

"It is now. I mean now!"

Roman was not angry when he heard him say that. He wanted to overthrow the entire backward era, and the Church was just one of them.

Garbage should be dumped in the garbage dump.

He actually did not oppose the gods, as long as they did not get in the way. If he cared about an existence that could not exert influence on the human world, he would lose.

But as far as the current stinking environment was concerned, Garin was right.

He saw it more clearly than anyone else.

Religion can improve social stability.

The power of faith is terrible, and it is also indispensable for humans.

You can say that the gods are meaningless.

You can say that the church is meaningless, but it is not.

Although the latter is also dregs, it can at least provide spiritual sustenance.

"You should know that the church is very sensitive to witches because of the war in the north. And I am afraid that the Grand Duke of the Split Armor will not have the strength to protect you now." Garin stared into Roman's eyes.

But he only saw that the red eyes were fearless.

The young lord extended his index finger and pointed to the sky.

"Ten thousand people." Roman raised his chin. "The Church must at least organize an army of ten thousand people to attack. Maybe there is a chance to completely destroy my power. If I don't die, the Pope will never rest in peace in this life, because I will start all over again, and next time, I will be more cautious."

Galin was silent.

I told you that the church has a far-reaching influence. How many divisions can the church send?

"Do you know how much preparation time is needed to support a battle of ten thousand people?" Roman looked at him.

"Half a month? A month? Well, just assume that he is fast. I will give the Pope ten days. His army has to cross a thousand miles. How long will it take? Is two months enough? Do you think he has the ability?"

"'Battle of Silver Moon'... There are people who think like you in history." Garin muttered.

First of all, it should be clear that Roman is not the only noble who raises witches. Some nobles also secretly hook up with some witches and use the power of witches to achieve unspeakable conspiracies.

A hundred years ago, the Lord of Silver Moon was assisted by witches and therefore fought against the church.

But the powerful noble underestimated the influence of the church. When he raised the banner of opposition, he was horrified to find that he was not fighting against the church.

The pope did not even mobilize the army, and his once familiar neighbors attacked his territory without any prior agreement.

It was only because the pope gave legitimacy to such actions, claiming that the Lord of Silver Moon was controlled by witches and fell into the abyss, that other lords could plunder the Silver Moon Territory freely without being punished by the gods.

The Lord of Silver Moon was deserted by his friends and relatives, surrounded by enemies, and defended the castle for several years, running out of ammunition and food, and his descendants were also exiled, and there was no news of that lineage.

The undercurrents and interest struggles in it cannot be summarized in a few words.

Roman snorted lightly: "Some things need to conform to the right time, right place, and right people."

Didn't he come to this remote place just to buy him time to develop?

If his fiefdom was in the hinterland of the Grand Dukedom, it would not have developed at this speed at all.

There are too many constraints. Just adjusting the work mode will attract the attention of the Grand Duke of Cracked Armor. Once the matter reaches the Dark Iron King, there will be no way to end it.

He would rather open up wasteland than stay in the Grand Duke's territory.

If he still cares about the King of Sinnoh and the Pope, then he has come to open up wasteland in vain.

Even if those two really know that he is raising witches, what does it matter?

He dared to rob even his neighbors. If the Pope dared to mobilize the surrounding nobles to beat him, he would dare to beat everyone.

A bunch of rotten fish and shrimps, are they worthy of fighting him?

"Come and help me, Garin. You are very pious, but you should be more wise. I like wise people and hate fools."

"I can't teach Gweil... I can only teach some basic knowledge at most." Garin said helplessly.

"Then come and see how this girl is?" Roman waved his hand.

Sana sat on his lap obediently, and looked at Garin curiously.

The hermit quickly understood what Roman meant. He was silent at first, and then his eyes twitched. His face and beard kept shaking, like a mouse crawling into a long and smelly boot.

"When did you awaken?" he asked.

"Recently, about twenty days."

"Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Sana told the truth about her changes. She slept soundly, woke up very hungry, and her body became stronger and stronger.

"Good, good..." Garin nodded continuously, like a dull person.

Roman frowned. "Don't give me a perfunctory answer. You have to give me an explanation for this!"

"I promised you." Garin was a little depressed, and turned to Sana and asked, "Did you awaken because of Gweil?"

"I... I don't know..."

"That should be it, otherwise it would be too coincidental. The conditions for witch awakening are very harsh, and potential needs to be stimulated, and sometimes external forces are needed to guide them. Most witches don't know they have magic potential until they die."

At this point, Garin didn't pretend anymore.

Roman thought he knew this knowledge, and his heart moved when he heard this.

"Is there any way to create more witches?"

"The Pope knows your idea, and he will definitely die with you." Garin now knows Roman's danger too well.

"I swear! - Your idea is more terrifying than blasphemy."

"Really not?" Roman frowned.

He felt that there must be such a way, but it must not be popular, otherwise there would be witches everywhere.

"It's not impossible. All women have the potential to become witches, and all men have the potential to become wizards. Compared to male wizards, perhaps because the baby takes longer to grow in the witch's belly, the blood offspring born by them can also inherit certain rare characteristics, and the price of witches giving birth is only the weakening of their power. Some people believe that the children they give birth to are not human beings at all, but potential demons. Now you understand why the Church is hunting witches."