Knight of the Light

Old Borg walked on the simple road of the village, and his head was full of factional struggles within his church. He has believed in Tarona for decades, and suddenly it is uncomfortable to ask him to reverse the doctrine.

Recently, those medical schools are all new priests, and they are the leaders among the young people trained by Hanfeng City last year. This group of people was greatly influenced by Lord Hugo and became restless after becoming a priest of Tarona.

This group of people, by giving medical assistance to the residents in the city, has a very strong ability to harvest faith and grow very quickly. Coupled with the support of lords, they are very courageous, their power is expanding rapidly, and the number of people is increasing.

In fact, the fundamentalists also admitted that the medical insurance for ordinary residents can be promoted quickly. But they are all similar to the old Borg, and at one and a half times they will really be able to lose their past thoughts.

"Ah..., hope not to fight." Old Borg muttered to himself.

The entire Northland, and even the entire Faeren continent, the disciples of Talona were discriminated against and beaten like rats. They can only hide in remote villages and towns and steal their lives. For example, Old Borg stayed in the Black Forest and was miserable.

The fundamentalists dare not anger Hugo Lord at all. Because Hanfengcheng is the only area where the'Mother of Epidemic Disease' believers can openly act, this area provides protection and gives them room to develop.

Thinking about it, the village at night is more lively. Old Borg turned his head to look at a shabby synagogue in the center of the village, knowing that it was reading newspapers routinely.

There are more than two hundred households in the village and a population of five or six hundred. Every day, four or fifty people are gathered in groups to study in the synagogue. It's all foolish and ignorant mud legs, what to learn?

But the lord has a hard rule about the promotion of the village chief-one quarter of the population must be blind.

In terms of education, Hanfengcheng is willing to spend money. The Lord Lord linked almost all benefits with education, and he publicly expressed his hatred for leading foolish and ignorant idiots.

It's good on the top, but it will be very low on the bottom.

The leader mainly promotes education, and the officials underneath must naturally try their best to implement it. Even if the wizard apprentice wants to gain new knowledge, the easiest way is to go to school to be a teacher.

This newly built village will hold a newspaper reading every night. The village head is also a young man who came out of the city. If he chooses a career after graduating from elementary school, he will have to teach a bunch of people who are ignorant and blind to learn.

"Ah... it's really difficult."

Old Berger's policies on Victor Hugo are actually quite slanderous. It is not that policies are bad, but that these policies have suppressed many noble and decent people in the past.

For example, the village chief reading the newspaper in the village hall is actually just a young man in his twenties. If in the past, he can rely on the nobility to find a decent job as a tutor, or to be a scribe and be lucky to be a tax officer.

Lord Lord said that the readers should work hard and kick the recently graduated students to the bottom to become village officials. You have to work for at least three years, and you will be promoted only if you are awarded the top grade every year.

Old Borg sighed for the young people, and there was no lord that was more difficult to serve than Victor Hugo. The kid has too many broken things, playing tricks to make the whole person.

But for the church, the foolish head will not produce any faith, just like the stubborn stone will not exist consciously. Belief is only for intelligent creatures.

And wisdom is not born, it requires acquired education.

So priests like Lao Boge are very tangled, and they also want to help promote education and, by the way, faith. But Uncle Zhou refused-whoever dare to touch Lao Tzu's education, I will destroy. I can only do this job, and the priest stands sideways.

"Victor is just breaking things."

Old Borg was very angry about this. He actually wanted to help, but he was reprimanded by the lord face-to-face, and he didn't give any sentiment—whoever dared to violate this matter would really be executed.

Therefore, although there are many more priests in Cold Wind City, such as the goddess of business, the goddess of magic, the goddess of the night, the goddess of the moon, and the goddess of life.

But no one dared to mess up and watch each other—I can’t preach, and neither of you can do it. Everyone can only obtain the power of faith from Victor Hugo alone and must obey the rules.

Reading newspapers in the village hall is basically news from all over the North. In addition, there is knowledge from the altar of faith, including astronomy, geography, and humanities.

For many villagers, this information is like listening to a heavenly book, but partiality is so attractive. Many of them have never left the place where they were born, and work in the fields every day. What they see and hear is limited.

Every newspaper will be chanted repeatedly, and some special stories are widely circulated. The residents of Cold Wind City talked about what happened tens of hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles away, which greatly expanded their knowledge.

This seems to be more gossip, but it has great benefits for the development of basic qualities and the refinement of faith.

Old Borg stayed in the Black Forest. He originally thought that he was also ‘reading poetry books’, but now he finds that the ‘ink’ in his belly is becoming insufficient.

Occasionally, villagers talk and argue, playing'Two Children Debate Day'. Ask the old Borg to make a decision, he couldn't answer it, and ran away in shame.

"Damn Victor, this was all he had done. The villagers used to cheat. I said what they listened to. I said the sun is square, and they nodded their approval.

It's getting harder and harder to cheat people now, and ignorant villagers even dare to question me. Caused me to lose face several times. "Old Borg kicked the stone on the ground like he was kicking his bad friend.

All intellectuals in Hanfengcheng have the same idea. The precious knowledge used to be cheaper now. If they do not make progress, they will be rejected and eliminated within a short time.

But only enlightened people can provide faith and be welcomed by gods. Old Borg is also in a dilemma. He could only curse a few words every day, but if anyone said Victor Hugo was bad, he stood up immediately to maintain the reputation of the lord.

Go back to your place and light the fuel lamp.

Old Borg found a book in his rucksack and looked down—this is still a sheepskin roll, thick and heavy, with limited writing and expensive prices.

Recently, Alsie is working in a papermaking workshop. It is said that book printing will be more convenient next year and knowledge will be cheaper.

"You can't do it without learning." Old Borg looked at the "Barefoot Doctor's Handbook "The First Volume of the Cold Wind City"" with emotion, "We are all forced, we are forced.

I'm just a pygmy witch doctor, why should I go through so many events? But I want to choose whether to stay in the Black Forest for a lifetime or to follow Victor and suffer. I must choose the latter, although that guy is particularly tossing. "

The title page of the Handbook also contains a papyrus, with a notice written on it-‘In order to strengthen the overall quality of the medical team and better serve the people, the qualification examination for practicing physicians in Hanfeng City will be held in July next year. ’

Those who fail the exam are not allowed to practice medicine.

"Victor Hugo, we are all old brothers who started with you. Can't we have a stable life? Will you die if you don't toss?"

Old Berger scolded even harder, but he knew that after the exam, the fundamentalist school of the ‘Mother of Disease’ must have collapsed — Victor Hugo had such a clever way to deal with any problems.

(I'm still three times after all, I hope to like to subscribe to some other world. Otherwise the background data is too ugly...)