Mercenaries and Adventurers

Faced with Kiel's question, Priest Batal shook his head: "If I could understand, I wouldn't be a resident priest of the Church of Saturn."

"That's right, there are not two obvious reasons for that result. The seemingly normal test completely missed various places." Seeing his companions looking at him, Kil shrugged: "First of all, the three They cannot be placed together. They should be separated by a certain distance, and they must be at a distance where they cannot communicate with each other. Anyway, the information transmission efficiency of the church and nobles is much more efficient than that of rural villagers who have never been to a town in their lives. .So it is completely possible to separate all three places of the experiment.”

"Secondly, the management in the experiment was too loose. For example, in the second area, people wanted to resell food. Is it difficult for no one to stop it? Before giving food, it should be forbidden to use it except for local people. Of course. , it is completely impossible to make wine, or to make grain into other things for sale. It may be a loophole in the management of this aspect, or it may be intentional by some people, who just don’t want to do it well and want it to be messed up.”

After hearing this, Priest Batal had a complicated look on his face and felt sad. He felt that what Kiel said made sense. Each church was conducting experiments together. Although everything seemed to be going well, there would probably be some stumbling blocks behind the scenes.

Especially when this story takes place in the northern part of the empire, the various churches in the empire are not like the Kingdom of St. Halls, which is in harmony with each other, or in other words, never communicates with each other until death.

Not only do they treat each other with respect, but they also appear to be trying their best to kill each other in religious wars.

"Finally, one of the most critical issues in the areas where the church priests mainly exerted their efforts is that they took care of everything in an orderly manner during the experimental years. It seemed to be very good, and the people were fed and clothed. This may be able to prove People will not get sick easily under good conditions. But the final result of everything is that it is just an experiment. People have enjoyed a good life, but the most painful thing is to tell the people that such a good life will eventually end The end of the term.”

Seeing that a hotel next to the street was relatively clean and atmospheric, Keir asked the blood-licking grass to stop there and prepared to spend the night here: "If we finally want to return to our original life, what will the people in it think? Have we ever seen Sunny? In the sky, who would want to return to the mist to survive. I think it is good to be able to survive under the double exploitation of the local nobles for a few years. The local people did not follow the priests away at the end of the experiment as soon as possible. It's because most of their property is still in the local area. Haha, I think the really smart people should have followed the priests and left immediately, even if they lost most of their wealth."

"But maybe smart people may sell the local wealth that cannot be taken away to other people who don't understand at a low price, or maybe sell it at a high price. Who knows for sure. But no matter what, in the end, after the hard work of the priests, the local people Under his command, most of the wealth produced by the people must have ended up in the hands of the local nobles. But the educated people probably left the place. But what does it matter? The local nobles must have recruited more A group of landless people from other places moved there, and they lost nothing and gained a lot of wealth for nothing in a few years."

"Only the priests and the local people who worked in vain suffered losses?"

Priest Batal's tone was a little low.

Kil turned around: "It's hard to say that although the people lost their fields and hometowns, they received education and finally found a direction they could rely on. And the priests of various churches, although they lost several years, they still had their energy. But they have gained a group of believers and people who believe in them and are educated. It’s really hard to say who will lose and who will gain.”

"What do you think is the cause of all this?"

Keir shook his head: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say. As productivity improves, problems will always arise if social relations are not adjusted."

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The waiter of the hotel pushed aside the refugees from the southern provinces who were waiting at the door and spat at them in disgust: "Go away, go away, don't you see that you are blocking the way of the knight and the priest? Hey, gentlemen, If you have a horse and carriage, you can go directly to the backyard of our hotel from the side door here. The guys in our store are very diligent and ensure that these horses are well taken care of. Oh, what tall and strong horses they are, they must be the best. Feed it with beans.”

Kil dismounted sideways, glanced at Priest Batal who also dismounted, and then smiled bitterly.

He has not officially become a knight-level warrior, especially since he does not have the noble title of knight lord. Being called a knight like this really makes him uncomfortable.

Although he did not miss out on some of the service benefits produced by this.

There was nothing he could do. He said he was not a knight, but others didn't believe him either.

This horse, this armor, and this weapon are so sophisticated.

And you said that Kil has not received knight training? He is also undergoing knight training and has made some achievements. He is a little hesitant to say that he is a complete knight-level warrior, but half of it, Kil feels that there is no problem with his current strength.

People from the southern provinces who crowded at the door of the hotel saw the priestly robes worn by Priest Batar, especially the robes of the Church of the God of Saturn, and they all approached, hoping to beg for some food.

Not only did Priest Batal not refuse, he also looked excited and eager to give it a try.

Keir knew what the other person was going to do as soon as he looked at his expression.

So he patted Blood Grass's butt and let it and the prairie horse next to it follow Blood Fangster on the carriage into the backyard of the hotel.

Kiel stood behind the priest, with his hands on his hips, escorting the priest to release the blessing of the 'Blessed Bread' for the first time.

As a priest of the god of agriculture, priest Batar certainly carries some seeds of crops with him. He rummaged around in the sleeves of his robe, while the refugees gathered around him, waiting for the priest to take out something.

They whispered that the priest might reward them with some coins, so that they could buy some coarse bread of the lowest quality but filling their stomachs, or they could buy some unhusked rye and find a utensil. If you endure it for a long time, you can at least keep the whole family full.

But what Priest Batal finally took out disappointed everyone. Even the hotel attendant who greeted Kiel and others was a little disappointed. He also hoped that the two gentlemen could reward these beggars with some coins and let them leave early. Go buy some food, don't stand in front of his hotel.

Affect business!

Although there wasn't much business to begin with, after all, the number of caravans traveling to and from the southern provinces has been decreasing since last winter.

"Master Priest, is this all the grain? It's not impossible. At least it can keep the baby fed and not hungry." An old man wearing clothes that hadn't been cleaned for a long time came up and clasped his hands together, wanting to take over Priest Batal's hand. This small handful of crop seeds is a reward.

But he answered empty.

The old man was a little surprised. When he looked up, Priest Batal's face was not the mocking look he expected, but a smile.

This made the old man a little confused and confused. What did he mean?

"Old man, please wait a moment." Priest Batal's voice gradually became louder: "I have seen everyone's suffering. Hunger has always been the most important issue for our Church of the God of Saturn. I alone cannot save everyone. Have a full belly. But!”

Priest Batal became excited: "'Blessed Grain'! I have been given the power of the great God of Agriculture, which can increase the number of grains due to the divine power. Although the fields are still watered with wine glasses, will everyone have enough to eat today? Question! Please look! Please look! Please look!!”

The priest raised his hands and held the grain above his head. On his left chest, a green light lit up, even slightly illuminating the priest's robe he was wearing.

There were no more shocking magical sights. Apart from the fact that the grain held high by Priest Batal was shrouded in green light, the most unexpected thing was that next to Priest Batal's palm, there was originally less than half of the food. A few grains of grain seeds were spilled out of the grain seeds in his hands.

It was not caused by the priest's hands shaking with excitement.

Kiel stood behind the priest and could see clearly. That was because a magical scene appeared in the palm shrouded in green light. The grain in the priest's palm buzzed and was squeezed into two. The grain with a slight green light suddenly burst into flames. Appear, then gather more and more, beyond the palm of your hand, and then fall down.

"Hey, food!"

The old man in front of the priest looked old, but he moved quickly when facing the food. He threw himself on the ground and directly caught the fallen grain in his hand without changing his movements.

"Caught it!"

As soon as the old man sighed, behind him, the old man's sons and daughters came over in surprise: "Father, father, look, there is food! There is still food, and there is more and more!"

Everyone present was not a fool. They looked at the countless grains falling from the priest's palm in surprise, as if there was an invisible bag standing on the priest's palm, pouring clean, full and good food. Grain seeds.

"Hahahaha, this is the great blessing of the God of Agriculture, enjoy it! My compatriots!"

The priest was extremely excited. He moved his palm downwards so that it would be easier to hold it.

The refugees gathered in front of him one after another. They all stretched out their palms forward with excited expressions, trying to catch more food.

Everyone was excitedly saying strange things, some were exclaiming miracles, and some were following Priest Batal's words and calling the Great God of Agriculture. I don't know if that person was a believer of the God of Agriculture before.

Some people don't care about anything else, just pushing others out of the way so that they can hold more food.

Seeing this kind of person, Kiel stepped forward and pulled him away. He originally wanted to punch him 'gently', but when he saw this man's sallow face and thin figure , Kil sighed, and could only say dryly: "Don't crowd other people."

The man was originally very scared after being pulled out by Kil, because Kil's whole body was wrapped in metal armor and only his face was exposed. Not only was he very powerful, but he was also able to grab him from the crowd with only one hand, easily of.

"Yes, yes, sir, I will pick up some more so that my wife and daughters at home can have food to eat. Thank you, the great God of Agriculture!"

This person finally choked out such a sentence, and it was obvious that he was learning and selling it now.

Kil smiled bitterly and let go, letting him continue to catch the falling grain seeds.

Some refugees couldn't hold it with their hands, so they took off their dirty jackets and tried to use them to carry the food.

Kiel didn't care about this, and even asked the refugees to call their families.

The more the merrier.

"Priest Batal, don't block the door of the hotel. Go to the open street next to it. It's dark now and there are no carriages. Go to the open place next to it."

After Kil finished speaking, the priest moved toward the street in small steps, and the refugees surrounding him also moved forward little by little.

Some people heard that Kiel asked them to return to their temporary shack and call their families together to receive the food given by God. They were a little hesitant because they did not know when the food would end.

Some people listened to Kiel's advice because they didn't think that a master like Kiel would come to deceive them, so they couldn't do it, right?

So they all asked the junior children next to them to quickly return to their residences, so that everyone could come out to greet the gods.

"Hahahaha, don't worry, some are, some are! Hahahaha."

Priest Batal smiled heartily. This was the happiest moment for him in recent times. Through the gaps where the food fell, he could see the faces of excited people.

He might not be able to do anything before, but now, with the powerful ritual blessing ability, he also has the opportunity to change some things.

Such as now.

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The refugees also have a news circle among themselves, and the miracle that happened next to the hotel on the main street of the checkpoint spread quickly.

Those around me decided to go over and have a look, with the attitude that I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn’t exist. And when it finally passed, he enthusiastically took off his shirt and got closer.

The refugees, who had already filled their bags with food, rushed back to the temporary shelter carrying their bulging clothes as if they were protecting the most precious treasures.

Along the way, the grain was spilled in the bumps, and the old man who was following behind lowered his head and picked out the grain that fell to the ground, not letting go at all.

"They are all the fullest seeds. It's a miracle, it's a miracle."

As time passed, the refugees around the priest came and went. Every refugee who came came with the attitude of giving it a try, but when they finally left, they all held a piece of clothing in their arms. The food was hard to resist.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! What are you doing gathering here! You stinky mud-legs, go back to your dark shacks."

A loud voice came from the main road where Kiel and the others came from. Kiel turned around and saw a group of more than fifty checkpoint soldiers running over under the leadership of an armor-clad soldier captain.

Those soldiers all carried long spears in their hands, long swords on their waists, and were well-equipped in brown leather armor, leather helmets, and leather boots.

The refugees were like a pile of mice seeing a whole team of old cats, and they were thrown into chaos.

At first glance, he was often bullied and driven away by local soldiers.

Priest Batal naturally heard the distant shouts and the sound of approaching leather boots stepping on the ground.

He winked fiercely at Keir.

Kil coughed slightly, smiled, and took the initiative to greet the soldiers.

"Stop! Stop everyone!"

Kiel stood in the middle of the road and stretched out his hand to shout stop. The group of more than fifty soldiers actually slowed down and stopped as they approached.

The soldier captain who led the team originally looked like he was going to eat the refugees, but after seeing Kiel, he became cautious.

"You, no, who are you? Didn't you see that these people from the south have blocked the road? Get out of the way!" The soldier captain seemed to be a knowledgeable guy, unlike others who saw Kiel wearing a He was fully armored and thought he was a knight lord, but the thickness and weight of Kil's armor revealed that Kil was not a real knight.

In fact, this is not accurate at all, because not all knight armors are heavy steel armors like Crow Knights and Rumi Knights. That is the style of armor that knights from the military like to wear. As for the knights from the knight family, the armor on their bodies is not very heavy, and to the naked eye, it is not much different from what Kil is wearing.

But the other party still guessed it right. Kiel was indeed not a knight, he was only half a knight.

Kiel did not give way when he heard the other party's question. He just stood in the middle of the road with his waist in an open manner, blocking the distance between the soldiers and the priests and refugees.