Mercenaries and Adventurers

The two of them followed Priest Batal out of the orchard. Under the leadership of the priest, they wandered around the Church of the God of Saturn in Montoka City, which was unknown in size.

It wasn't Priest Batal who was showing them around, but the young priest was just looking for someone.

Every male and female priest of the diocese he met along the way, Priest Batal would approach him and ask for the current location of a deputy dean.

Most of the priests didn't know the answer, so they greeted each other politely and walked away.

But after repeated inquiries, he still asked about the current location of the vice-president of the diocese.

"The pastor is giving lessons to the young trainee priests in the church tour."

A female priest wearing a gauze gown to protect herself from the swarm of bees answered the answer that Priest Batal needed.

"Thank you, thank you for your message. I have something to report to the vice-dean. Thank you. I hope you can harvest honey."

Priest Batal said with a grateful expression.

The female priest chuckled lightly: "If you say so, it's impossible to share my honey with you. This is honey produced by a new species of bumble bee. Whether it can be eaten depends on whether it is dedicated to the great Queen. , to know.”

Bloody Fangster's mouth was drooling. He hadn't tasted honey yet. He didn't expect that this lady could breed new varieties of bees and new honey.

Despite the greedy look on his companion's face, Kil rolled his eyes secretly.

Although sweets are good, he was tired of them in his previous life and has no need for them.

He prefers some novel foods from other worlds, except of course monster meat.

After asking for the location of the person he needed to find, Priest Batal immediately took Kil and the others to the visiting church. After walking to an open area for a while, Priest Batal pointed to the tall dome church not far away and said: "That is the pilgrimage church of this parish. The pilgrimage church is usually used to hold grand events. For rituals. Normally, it can be used to teach young trainee priests about divine arts."

They slowly approached the tall church. The building was made of large pieces of white stone. The entire surface of the building was climbed by a kind of slender and elegant green vines. It seemed that the man-made buildings and the natural plants maintained a harmonious relationship. Aesthetic balance.

There are a large number of sculpture decorations within a few meters of the bottom of the building.

However, the technical level of these carvings is limited, and the characters are somewhat out of shape, but the appearance of various crops is extremely lifelike.

The door of the church was guarded by two young priests holding long staffs. When they saw the three Kiers approaching from a distance, they raised their free hands and raised their palms to make a gesture of refusing to approach.

"Stop, outsiders please do not approach the pilgrimage church."

"Stop, the professor is teaching inside."

The two spoke one after another, causing Kiel and the others to stop when they were still ten meters away.

Priest Batal turned to Kil and smiled apologetically: "Kil, please wait a moment. I'll go in and say a word and I'll come out."

Keir shrugged: "It's up to you. It doesn't matter to either of us."

With an apologetic nod, Priest Batal walked over alone. This time, when they saw the priest who was their own god of agriculture coming, the two young priests who were guarding the church did not stop him.

The door of the church is tall and half-open at the moment, just enough for a person to walk in without leaning sideways.

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After Priest Batal came in, the sounds from the outside world gradually faded away, and it was extremely quiet inside the church.

He knew that this was a kind of magic fixed in the building, so it was not surprising. Bypassing the wall facing the door, he entered the church from the turning aisle.

The interior space is open, with a large open space in the middle, and a circle of stone benches surrounding it, but no one is sitting on these chairs at the moment. A dozen young trainee shepherds were gathering in the open space in the middle, each holding a thin book in their left hand, and waving their right hands while chanting blessing prayers.

Some people were stumbling while reciting, obviously not used to reciting standard prayers loudly in front of so many people.

Some people become more energetic as the number of people increases, shouting prayers in a majestic tone.

The old deputy dean who stood in a high position on one side of the open space shook his head at this.

How can the former type of person pray with such unconfident prayers? Although the prayers are read to oneself most of the time, they are still read to a large number of believers and people at specific times. And sometimes, the gods hear and respond to devout and powerful prayers.

So quietly, how do you drive a battleship? No, it’s so quiet, how can the gods hear it?

can not hear!

But the latter kind of people also have problems. Prayer, prayer, the word "prayer" contains humility and prayer. It is a condensed simple ritual and contract, which is the bridge connecting man and God.

The gods don't like it if it's so loud.

Not respectful enough, not humble enough.

The old dean shook his head, these children still have plenty to learn.

At this time, standing in a high position, he saw Priest Batal coming in. The young priest changed into a formal and solemn ceremonial robe, and his face looked confident.

The corners of the old dean's mouth curled up slightly as he thought of a possibility.

Waving to Priest Batal, the young priest immediately walked around the open space in small steps.

Although they tried their best to walk without making any noise, the boys and girls who were still practicing were still affected. They all looked over curiously, wondering what the strange young priest was doing here at this time.

"Master, I, I have found the 'comer' arranged by the gods!"

Priest Batal couldn't hide the joy on his face. Although he tried to remain serious while visiting the church, his voice still contained full joy and a sense of relief after all the hardships.

"The gods have their own plans, don't they?"

The old dean smiled slightly, not surprised by this.

Because compared to mortals, things arranged by gods rarely go wrong. This is the greatness of gods. Respect, obedience and trust are required.

Priest Lothar Batal is still young and has not experienced many tests. The previous depression and disappointment are normal.

"Now that you've found the man, tell me, who is he?"

The old patriarch asked, and Priest Batal briefly described Kil's image.

"Mom, are you a warrior blessed by God? I understand, he is outside? Then I'd better take a look, haha, I'm just curious. I've recently heard some news about your Changmai Village incident, and it's not simple behind it. I hope the 'comer' can handle it."

After speaking, the old dean asked the boys and girls in the open space in the middle to rest for a while. He would go out and come back.

The two of them quickly walked out of the church, leaving only a dozen curious boys and girls chatting and speculating in low voices.

They vaguely heard words about gods and visitors, and were very curious.

But the church's rules are strict, at least for the novices like them, so no one dares to leave the church tour and go out to see what's going on.

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"Ah, good afternoon, Vice-President."

"Good afternoon, Vice-President."

The two priests guarding the door saw the vicar of the diocese coming out and immediately saluted.

The old man just waved his hand and stared at the two people chatting not far away.

Kil sparkled in his eyes, and the rich divine power of the god of agriculture circulated inefficiently through the young man's body, finally gathering into a 'bright' divine power bud.

He was satisfied with this, but the old man was more than capable.

Slightly squinting his eyes, which were almost made of the power of the god of agriculture, he saw more.

He saw the details of a wooden carving hanging on Kil's neck: "The ancient and primitive little god of the wilderness, hum."

Then came the hidden magic power surrounding Kil's body, which was adjacent to the power of the God of Agriculture: "The huge life magic power of the Warcraft, and an even more powerful unknown seal. Well, the background of this 'comer' is a bit complicated."

The vigorous human life energy in Kil's body did not attract the old patriarch's attention, because he had seen too many similar knights in his life.

In the end, the missing divine power and magic power in Kil's chest attracted some attention.

"Weird, weird, weird. Unintentional person? What the hell?"

The sudden speculation shocked the old man. Can a person live without a heart? Is this a half-human monster or a magical experiment by a magician?

But the power of the God of Agriculture was clearly focused on the opponent.

The old man looked at the church door for a while, and then turned back inside the church before Kiel noticed him.

"Priest, how is it? Can the strength of that person save my villagers?"

Priest Batal looked at the old vice-priest longingly.

The deputy dean took out a silk scarf from the sleeve of his wide robe, wiped it on his forehead and said, "It's a bit complicated. I recognize his strength."

Priest Batal breathed a sigh of relief, but then came the old priest's surprise.

"However, there is nothing special about this warrior who is watched by the great God of Agriculture. You have to pay attention. During this experience, you will see some special places. Don't ask too many questions. Don't ask too much. Think, rescuing people is the most important thing you need to pay attention to."

Priest Batal fell silent. He seemed to understand something and nodded solemnly.

"Well, you go with him. I will have your luggage and things packed and sent to the parish in the southern province. After the work is completed, you can pick it up yourself. As for the luggage for this trip, hum, Go to the gate to find Father Morel, he has luggage ready for the trip at any time, please get one, I have already told him."

Priest Batal bowed deeply and said nothing, except for one sentence: "The great God of Agriculture bless you."

The old priest waved his hand and walked away: "Gods are in the same world as us. If you come to my position one day, you will understand. Go and live."

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Priest Batal strode out of the tour church and attracted the attention of Kiel who was chatting: "Are you ready?"

A smile appeared on the young priest's face: "Okay, let's set off now. I can just pick up a long-prepared luggage at the church gate, and I won't come back after that."

"That's a good thing. There is one more priest accompanying the army."

Kil shrugged and followed Priest Batal who was walking in front.

They went straight to the church gate this time, so they followed the regular path like a field to the gate without going around much.

The few priests guarding the gate were still sitting and praying in front of a hanging wooden painting as they had done when they arrived.

After Priest Batal walked over, he whispered something directly to the leading middle-aged priest. The priest named Morel got up and went to the side room to tinker for a while, and took out a huge box containing many things. Backpack.

"A large number of things needed for a long journey are prepared in it. You can take a look at it yourself. It contains at least half a month of provisions for living in the wild, as well as a complete set of equipment needed by the priests for self-defense. They are all carefully prepared. Far away. May you travel safely, and may you find your way back just like the four seasons."

"Thank you for your blessing. Farewell."

The two nodded, and Priest Batal carried the large and obviously heavy luggage backpack on his back with great difficulty.

Miraculously, after putting the thing on Priest Batal's body, he moved his hands and feet with a look of surprise, as if the weight of the luggage had suddenly disappeared.

He turned to look at Priest Morel. The middle-aged priest smiled and nodded to him.

"Some blessing upon the luggage, thanks to the power of the great Lord."

Kil was extremely curious, and he also wanted to have such a blessing.

I don’t know how much they will sell it for.

But Kil immediately shook his head. He felt that he was thinking too much. Just looking at this large building in the central area of ​​the city, the Church of Saturn in Montauca Diocese knew that people were not short of money at all and wanted to spend money to buy it. It was purely I think too much.

After Priest Batal packed up, the three of them walked out of the Saturnalia Church and headed west out of the city to the military camp outside Montoka City where Kendall's army was temporarily stationed.

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The city is still prosperous. In the afternoon, there is a constant flow of traffic and people in the city. Most of them are caravans entering the city from outside the city. They are loaded with various high-quality products of Cavinland. Under the management of these hard-working businessmen, the meeting will In the following period, it was transferred to many places around it.

Not only does it include the now chaotic southern provinces, but also other neighboring countries directly south from here.

It even includes neighboring countries that are at war with the nobles of the southern provinces.

After all, it has nothing to do with the nobles of Cavan Territory or Montoka City in the western province, right?

Even if the nobles of the Western Province are loyal, they are still loyal to Earl Wedel who rules the Western Province. What do the nobles of the southern provinces do? They are not familiar, really not familiar.

When leaving the city, Kil and Bloodyost were even exempted from body search because they were in the same group as Priest Batar.

This kind of convenience was unexpected by Kiel. As a city that mainly relies on trade to make its fortune, the city gate inspection of Montauca City is still very strict. A single small businessman must hand over even a small amount of goods carried on his back. There is a customs fee for leaving the city.

Whether it was a copper coin or an iron coin, the tax collectors and tax collection soldiers at the city gate were all eager to ask for money.

Of course, some large chambers of commerce or caravans with the Church of the God of Wealth brand do not need to go through such complicated inspections. They all pay a fixed amount of money to Viscount Montauca.

Kil noticed this when he entered the city. He thought he would need to be inspected when leaving the city, but he didn't expect that just because they were following Priest Batal who looked like he was about to travel far, they walked out of the city gate unimpeded.

“It’s so convenient!”

Kil said to Priest Batal.

Unexpectedly, the young priest just shook his head: "It's not that simple. I only go out of the city once, and of course they won't check me. But if I go out and come in carrying big bags like this every day, I still have to check. The soldiers and the government office The church has respect, but that respect has its limits."

"That's right. That's the truth. Let's go. There is a fixed barracks in the west of the city, which is where our army is temporarily stationed. Speaking of which, the businessmen who followed our army all the way are also quite cunning. If they don't have to enter the city When doing business, most people don’t spend the night in the city, which saves them a lot of taxes.”

Keir babbled.

Bloodfangster knew this very well. He explained to Keir: "But transactions and trade in the city are protected. This protection lies in the witnesses of the transaction and the contract of the transaction. If there is a problem, you can directly contact the government office or The trade guild and the Church of the God of Wealth will judge and judge. At least we can get some justice after being deceived."

He shrugged: "Outside the city, let alone the guards who maintain law and order, they will crack down on illegal transactions outside the city under the guidance of the Church of the God of Wealth. Don't look at me like that. Big cities have big city rules, not stipulations." It’s illegal to conduct local transactions because you don’t pay taxes to the city, but you enjoy the trading environment around the city. This is illegal, right?”

Kil nodded speechlessly.

"So not only will you be illegally arrested by the city guards, but you will have to bear the responsibility for anything that goes wrong when you trade with others. Believe me, Kiel, there are many bad guys who make a living by defrauding foreign businessmen. . There is a legend in the local tavern that they have also set up a guild to share information and deceive the big fat sheep from out of town, so that they can be driven here in a convoy and escape home naked."

Keir was amused: "Haha, what a man driving a convoy here and escaping home naked. Doesn't anyone care about this?"

Bloody Fangster smiled mysteriously: "No one cares? Maybe the people behind these scammers' intelligence are some people in the city! This is a deterrent to make the new and unruly businessmen from other places behave well. The tax is a powerful deterrent to trade in the city."

Keir burst into laughter: "That's so right, haha."

Priest Batal also smiled and shook his head. This was the first time he had heard of these things.

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After leaving the city, the roads to the west are either dirt roads or big cities. The roads outside the city have been repaired. The main roads are simply paved with stones, and some of the small roads extending to the left and right are paved. Finely broken stones were placed to facilitate the movement of people, horses and vehicles.

There is no field outside the city. There are still a large number of houses, but they are concentrated on both sides of the main business road, and they are all large hotels and hotels for business travelers to stay and repair. They are the kind with backyards for parking vehicles.

Then came the vast fields and countless farmers and women working in the fields.

The fields are not endless. There are some small row houses made of wood near the road in each field.

A lot of farm work that takes care of the fields has to be done with things in these small houses.

Keir noticed that some small houses were slightly higher and filled with dried stems and leaves of crops, while others were used as fertilization areas. There were swarms of flies flying around above the houses, which could be seen from a distance. arrive.

Of course, these houses built in the fields outside the town do not store livestock and precious farm tools. Farmers will not store these things even if they drive their livestock in and out of the city gate every day, or carry them on their shoulders to and from their homes and fields. Leave it in a field unattended at night.

The farmers in a circle around the city live in Montoka. In the fields farther away, satellite towns and villages will be established around Montoka, so that farmers can live there close to production.

Because if the distance is too far, farmers will waste a lot of time just going back and forth between their homes and their fields every day.

Speaking of this, Priest Batal excitedly told the two of Kiel about some special features of Montoka City. Different from the countryside where he was before, this kind of big city even organized some low-cost rental carriages every day under the organization of the Church of the God of Agriculture, specifically for believer farmers to take carriages to and from the fields inside and outside the city every day.

This trick instantly saves a lot of walking time. Not only people can ride on it, but also the animals who plow the fields can go back and forth by car. It provides great convenience and attracts many farmers whose fields are far away from the city to become agricultural gods. A devout believer.

"Oh, this is really amazing." Keir praised.

As he spoke, the military camp, which was a little far away from the city, was approaching.