Mercenaries and Adventurers

The two priests looked at each other and made a solemn decision.

"It doesn't matter. I hope that our small sacrifice can make the soldiers and their superior nobles and knights understand the trend of the church."

After saying this, Keir realized that his judgment yesterday only took into account the situation of the fleeing people and the nobles in the Cavan and Montoka territories, but he subconsciously ignored the tendencies and ideas of the various churches in the local diocese. .

Perhaps he understood subconsciously. After all, as soon as Priest Batar arrived inside this depressing and crowded level and saw the hungry people standing outside the shops on the street, he immediately released a powerful blessing that could produce food. .

From this point of view, it is not difficult to understand the tendencies of the two Saturn priests in the level.

It’s just that the Church of Saturn thinks so and does so. What about other churches?

"Then what do other churches think of so many people in the checkpoint and fifty times the customs duty?"

Keir stretched out his palm and made a sign with the number five.

The two priests looked at each other and shook their heads in distress: "Sorry, we don't know much about this. The contact between various churches is very limited. Generally, they don't talk when they meet. Even if they want to do something together, it is the noble lord who will We gathered together to do something temporary."

Keir felt like he had asked a stupid question.

If the churches don't fight each other, it's already burning incense. How can they understand each other?

I guess when everyone bumped into each other, they would just snort, turn their heads and not even look at each other, pretending they didn't exist.

"In this case, let's take action now. You two, please be prepared. Hungry people are waiting on the street outside the hotel. We can't keep everyone waiting any longer."

Kil glanced at Priest Batar, who nodded solemnly, holding an amber metal staff, and it looked like that.

The two local priests also adjusted their robes, put away some blessing props on their bodies, clapped their hands, and four young trainee pastors who were sitting inconspicuously in the corner of the hall came over and stood behind the two priests. Their clothes are very ordinary, with both long and short robes.

I didn't expect these two to have their subordinates here, but that's fine, as there is no need for Kil to take care of the situation himself after his power is exhausted.

The two priests explained to the disciples who were leading them, and then stood behind Priest Batal. This flattered Priest Batal, and after some refusal, the three finally stood in a row.

After all, compared to Priest Batal, the refugees should be more familiar with these two Saturn Priests who have been taking care of the refugees. No matter what the situation is, it will be easier to deal with them later.

"Let's go now."

After speaking, Keir strode towards the main entrance of the hotel lobby, pulling and pushing with his left and right hands.

The door opened, and the bright light of the white stone city wall mixed with the morning light of the day entered the hotel lobby.

Take into account the excited expressions of Priest Batal, the dedicated expressions of the two local Saturn priests, and the nervous expressions of the four male and female novice priests.

The light is transparent and conspicuous.

Without even looking, Keir strode to the center of the stairs in front of the hotel with his head raised.

He said loudly: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time!"

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Whispering words rang out, and the people in the originally silent southern provinces all started to whisper in unison.

One person speaking quietly will not stand out, but when hundreds or thousands of people do it together, the voices converge into a roar.

Coming at you.

Kiir forced his chest up so that all the people on the street could see him.

"As said yesterday, this morning our Batar priest will once again display God's blessing and give everyone full and miraculous food, hoping that everyone can get through the current hardship."

As Kil said, he stepped back sideways and gave up the stairs at the entrance of the hotel to the three Saturnine priests.

Priest Batal stood in the center, and most of the refugees were paying attention to him. Even when the first food donation was given last night, many people were so excited that they did not see his face clearly.

"is it him?"

"Yes, yes, that's the priest. The God of Agriculture is watching us, especially this one, and bestowing on him magical power."

"Will today be like yesterday? I was just given some food last night and didn't see that scene with my own eyes."

"I think so. Didn't everyone do what the knight said yesterday? God is watching over everyone, and no one dares to do anything wrong."

"Not everyone really distributed the food to everyone, right? I know several companies, huh~"

The person who was whispering was forced to cover his mouth and could not speak any more. His friend looked at his friend worriedly: "Don't say this, don't say this, okay? The god looked at everyone. The great and kind-hearted god didn't say anything. It means we did a good job, right?"

Seeing the big-mouthed friend nodding violently, his mouth was released.

Kiel saw that most of the people in the southern provinces were looking at the three middle priests, Batal, with curiosity and expectancy, and felt that they could not be procrastinating at this time, especially not publish long speeches.

He glanced at Priest Batal, who looked very nervous.

The young priest nodded, looked to the left towards Priest Herb, and stretched out his left hand: "Please hold my wrist."

Priest Heber nodded heavily and held his hands tightly on the young priest's left wrist: "Please, use my meager divine power to give them more food to survive."

Then Priest Batal looked to the right and Priest Philvos took the initiative to hold Priest Batal's outstretched right wrist with both hands: "Young man, I leave it to you. People come from all over the country and they are not united. I hope this matter can be resolved." Let them be united, like vines, like fields of well-ploughed wheat.”

Priest Batal nodded heavily, raised his head proudly, and finally looked confidently and eagerly at the countless people in the southern provinces. These people in old and unwashed clothes also looked at him with countless eyes.

There are countless emotions in their eyes, joy, expectation, desire, doubt, hatred, and sadness.

But they all have a hint of curiosity.

Can food really be produced in large quantities without having to cultivate it in the fields, but simply by being given it by the gods?

Priest Batal raised the hands of his two companions forward, and then a faint blue light appeared on his chest, revealing his formal and gorgeous robes.

Then Priest Batal's whole body glowed with green light, and instantly, so did the other two priests on the left and right sides.

The three divine powers are connected together due to the high-level control of the powerful blessing of the 'Blessed Food'.

Priest Batal tried not to let his divine power and blessings get too involved with the divine power of the other two priests. When the blessing on his chest confirmed whether he would provide divine support, Priest Batal guided the two priests' divine power and took the initiative. Provided for blessing to use.

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In the palms of the raised priest's hands were the full grains he had held tightly yesterday. After the green light on his chest erupted, the palms also glowed slightly with the green light of the god of agriculture.

These seemingly ordinary green lights shrouded the full grain in the palm, and then a magical scene appeared again.

In addition to the original grain types, another grain type that was exactly the same appeared.

It was also the first time for the two local Saturn priests to see the power of ritual blessing. Their eyes widened when they saw more grain gradually increasing from the palms of Priest Batal's hands and sliding down to both sides.

The two of them looked sideways at Priest Batal, and then both looked around, as if they wanted to know if there was really a god of agriculture watching here at this moment.

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The refugees gradually opened their mouths, and one after another stared dumbfoundedly as the food continued to slide down from the raised palm of the priest in the middle like water.

Just as the person who saw it last night described it, there was an invisible food bag exiting on the palm of the priest's hand. The priest could get as much food as he wanted.

People spontaneously want to get closer, not only because they want to get a little bit of the miraculous contamination by getting closer, but also because they hope to get more food given by the gods.

The passage in the middle, which was originally reserved for carriages after consultation with the elderly refugees, was filled up in an instant with the crowds of people.

The one who was originally standing close stretched out his hand and leaned closer.

The three priests immediately became nervous, because the surging crowd was rushing towards them and they could not stop it at all.

"Don't crowd! What are you doing? The gods are watching you. Slowly come forward to receive the food. Everyone will leave from the side after ten seconds of filling. Make way for a gap in the side. Yes, it's you. Make way. .”

At this time, Kiel shouted with a loud voice, gesticulating and asking the people in the front row to fill their pockets with the light brown grain that had been piled into a hill on the ground.

Then he stretched out his hand on the side of the hotel door to squeeze out a passage that could lead out.

"Ten seconds to take the time, fill your pockets and things that can hold food on your body. Seven, eight, nine, ten! Add the previous time, get out of here. Hurry, or look at the other people behind, I will let you They will tear you apart!"

Keir said fiercely. The guy who was first loading food into his pockets and bagged clothes turned his head and was startled. His friends and relatives who were familiar with them stared at them as if they were someone with a deep hatred.

The one on the edge was pulled by Keir's hand, and he staggered out of the passage that Keir squeezed out.

The others were subconsciously pushed by the people behind them and followed them away from the closest place.

"Same, ten seconds each. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Leave!"

This time, there was no need for people behind to chase them away. The people in the front row consciously backed away with loads of food in their hands, shouting words of thanks loudly as they walked away.

Although there is not much food, it is enough for a family of three to cook gruel for more than half a month.

If you do nothing all day.

Then everything seemed to be on track. Kiel asked the trainee priests followed by two local priests to shout ten times. As soon as the time was up, the people in front took the food and left.

Everything seemed to be in order. The people at the front were full of expectations, while the people at the back were looking forward to it while worrying about whether the three priests could hold on until it was their turn.

They were overthinking. Although Priest Herb and Priest Fairwood were not well-known and had nothing special in the Montauca Diocese, the power of the god of agriculture they had accumulated over the past few decades far exceeded that of Priest Batal. This young resident priest imagined.

Priest Heber and Priest Philvos, one of them has about three times the amount of Saturnian power as Priest Batal, and the two together are six times as powerful as Priest Batal.

Not to mention these two priests who have been stationed at the White Stone City Wall level for many years, and they have small blessing magic items that they have made by themselves relying on local trade and transportation conditions.

Each of these small magical objects made of fine materials contains a lot of the power of the God of Agriculture.

Although the two priests couldn't talk because they were involved in blessing magic, they had years of tacit understanding and just looked at each other and they were sure: If there are so many people today, if they want to get as much food as possible from them, Then you have to try to extend the duration of the blessing.

It's just divine power. Today I will use all the energy I have accumulated over the years!

The two priests used their free hands to activate their respective magical blessing objects one by one by tapping or rubbing them to replenish the consumption of divine power.

Priest Batal felt the divine power of Priest Herb and Priest Philvos flowing through his two wrists, and he became more and more surprised by the accumulation of divine power by these two men.

Everyone is in the position of shepherd. Is there really such a big difference in the power of the God of Saturn?

Yes, there is such a big difference. Although no one said this, the refugees who saw the scene of Priest Batal releasing the God-given food yesterday were still confused. In such a short time, the time of blessing food has exceeded yesterday. time.

But it seems, will it be different today?

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Keir leaned against the hotel's reopened door, a look of admiration gradually forming on his face.

I have to admire the help provided by these two local Saturn priests. Because the time it took Priest Batal to exhaust all the divine power in his body last night seemed not to be a big problem for the two priests who provided divine power today.

Easily, not trying to maintain it.

‘It’s true that people have to die when comparing with others, and goods have to be thrown away when comparing goods. ’

Keir muttered to himself.

But even so, Kil's sense of the two priests has not improved much. After all, these two people cannot really solve the problems encountered by the people fleeing from the southern provinces in the White Stone City Wall Pass.

It would neither allow everyone to truly alleviate their hunger, nor allow the church in Montauka City to mobilize its power to guide or change the decisions of the nobles in Montauka City.

The fifty-fold excess tariff will be cancelled.

They can only use the resources they have to try to prevent the refugee children from starving to death in large numbers. Before they met Priest Batar and had this opportunity, they had sufficient power of the god of agriculture.

Without the blessing of ‘blessed food’, there would be no way for those divine powers to be transformed and used.

After all, the healing magic that can cure injuries cannot relieve slow and long-term hunger.

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It wasn't until the sun rose over the eastern city wall and two hours had passed that sweat began to form on the foreheads of the two priests.

The small objects of blessing magic on them had lost their halo one by one. It was obvious that the power of the God of Agriculture was removed by the two priests and provided to the blessing technique like a bottomless pit.

When these were used up, it was the turn of the two priests to use their own divine powers.

They performed brilliantly, one of the two hours being supplied by their own divine powers.

Even if each of the refugees in front of them only had ten seconds to obtain food, after so long, everyone had already obtained some food.

When some refugees wanted to get a second supply of food, they cautiously and humbly asked the three priests questions, and Kiir took the initiative to greet them: "It doesn't matter, come all, come all. Please share this food equally! Are you here?" People and people in the southern provinces in need of help, come quickly, don’t let the good intentions of the gods and priests go in vain, and don’t let the food that smells like food wait for a long time!”

As soon as Kiir spoke, although the three priests did not speak, Kiel had been leading these actions since yesterday, so as soon as he spoke, young refugees came over to get food again.

Kiel looked at them and said: "After we go back, distribute these grains to the elderly, pregnant women and children who are fleeing together. We also need to help the new people here. They are hungry, so please share some grains."

Some young people with thick skin lowered their heads and agreed, while some young people who were interested in the promise solemnly agreed.

When Priest Herb and Priest Philworth rolled their eyes and fell backwards, their trainee pastors and apprentices hurried forward, picked up the two unconscious pastors and helped them to the hotel to rest.

Priest Batal first brought the full grain in his hand to his eyes, looked at it briefly, and then put it away. Then he rubbed his sore arms that had been lifted for a long time.

"How about it?"

Keel asked.

"The two priests took my breath away, as if I had seen the vast fields in the plains for the first time. I still have a lot to work on. So, is this the end?"

Kil carefully looked at the large number of people on the street outside the hotel: "No. You see, there are so many of them. After receiving the food, they did not return home or hide the food, but waited here."

"What are they waiting for? God, the food given by God is over."

Kiel held the shoulders of Priest Batal who was about to embark on the journey: "Some old people among the people came over and listened to see what they were going to do. I have a hunch that this is a good thing and the right thing to do."

"Um?"

Priest Batal looked at Kil in surprise: "What's the premonition?" He subconsciously made a praying gesture.

Keir smiled softly: "A man's premonition."

"Um?"

This time, Priest Batal was even more surprised. He looked at the young knight attendant who was only 17 or 18 years old, and felt that there was no guarantee at all when these words came from Kil's mouth.

Keir sighed: "I promise with my heart, okay."

Now Priest Batal put his hands together and stood side by side with Kiel on the steps outside the hotel door, watching more than a dozen elderly people walking over with the support of the girl.