The ideal ark in terra

"This is the situation at the moment, if we really don't pay the food, then everyone has to discuss it together, everyone doesn't pay, and there must be no traitors, you know?" said an old woman in the village who knew how to read and write after reading the newspaper.

"Got it. "

Doctor, this should be fine, we're going to go to Lettania Krai for an expedition." The Shining whispered in my ear.

"No, Shining, it's not far from it, because among these people, there must be people who will take the initiative to hand over the food. I looked at the villagers who were looking at each other with a worried face, but I had evil intentions.

"Why, it doesn't seem to be any good to take the initiative to hand over the grain?"

"Because of the small profits, or... In spite of oneself. I moved my fingers, and although I accidentally rubbed Shining's chin, I didn't notice.

What I mean by that is to get the Shining's ears to come over me.

"What is the most lucrative thing to make in a place like this?"

the Healer's Shining immediately uttered something I hated the

most in my life.

"Of course, it's [refined or synthetic dependent drugs that make the mind hallucinating]. However, those high-end goods should not be able to be consumed here, and it is estimated that the food is [spear soil], and I don't remember the professional academic name very clearly.

"You're actually right, um, by the way, I think about it, Letania seems to be a big producer of [addictive art], for example, the first [synthetic art] came out of Letania. It is said that they also used this thing for pilots and the military... Ahem, it's too far, I'll tell you this, in fact, the vast majority of people in the countryside are backed by usury by aristocratic landlords. "

What is that, loan shark?" said Shining, rubbing his head, confused.

"For example, if you borrow a lot of money from me, and I want you to pay it back, you have to charge a lot of extra money, which is called interest, and if the interest rate is very high, it can be called usury, do you understand? "

I see, Doctor, are you saying that these villagers can't really afford to pay back their debts, and the reason why they haven't paid off their debts with their lives is because the old man feels that they are still useful, right?" Shining, the first time I saw him, I thought she was very smart, but she didn't have any formal education, so she looked ethereal, but a little immature.

"That's right, that's what it means, because most of those loan sharks and the villagers just say that they don't pay the grain, but in fact, when those soldiers come, they all rush to hand over the grain, do you believe it?"

"If it's the Doctor, I'm sure I'll believe it. But what should be done in this case? If that's the case, then they have to hand over the grain, because the grain can be sold, and they pay the grain is equivalent to paying off the debt in disguise, as long as the old man says it another way, then they can collect the grain, uh, a very simple question, why is it so troublesome?" The Shining was a little angry at this time.

"Those who live in the courtyard don't care about the villagers who want to eat food, and if they continue to behave like this, they will only increase their own sins, even if they are reincarnated in hell 900 million times, so let me deepen my sins and put an end to their suffering. The

Shining picked up the staff in his hand and prepared to go out.

In the case that I didn't intervene to intercept it, the headline of the card extinguishing soon after should be [The tragic destruction of the local nobles of Sandomierz].

"Shining, violence alone won't solve the problem, and if we really want to kill them, it's not for us to kill them, but for them. I pointed to the villagers.

"What do you expect them to do?" Shining said, looking at me in confusion, "I've seen countless villagers like them in the past when I became an apostle to help others. They are not even willing to accept the help of others, and are willing to degenerate and destroy themselves.

I shook my head and said, "That was the circumstances of the past, which led them to suspect the so-called gratuitous help." That's their fear of the unknown, and we have to find a way to get rid of their fear.

"What are you going to do, give an open lecture like you did in Rhode Island?"

"No, I'll just tell them, just don't pay your debts." Villagers in several nearby villages, I have asked Fiametta to contact us, and today we will hold a federation, as long as they can prove that they have paid off the debts that they should have repaid, they will not care about the interest, and if they can't pay it off, they can only tie themselves to the chains.

What they lose is the chain of usury and bondage that they can't pay off, but what they gain is a whole new world. "

Why do the people in the surrounding villages listen to Fiametta?"

"Because that Miss Immortal Bird is from Lateran, and all the villagers in this area believe in the Lateran religion." I didn't reply confidently because I don't believe in religion myself, and even though I've seen the power of religion firsthand, I'm still not at ease.

But my worries were swept away by a broom after a few dozen minutes.

It was in the village priest's house, which was still some distance from the cathedral, so people often came to the priest's house when they prayed.

The place to pray may be in the kitchen, it may be in the basement, but it is not clean.

I looked at the men, women, and children who were kneeling on the ground in unison, with their index fingers clenched.

Suddenly they felt like the faithful believers of the Dark Ages thousands of years ago, and there was said to be a refuge in the rock formations of Sargon, which was said to have been a thousand years ago.

While I was still thinking about this, the prayer was over, and the broom walking on the ground got my shoes, and I said sorry a few times and quickly ducked away.

Little Phoenix came to me at this time and said, "Thankfully, the priests of the villages in this neighborhood are basically amiable old men, and there are no lewd demons like the cardinals, alas, the bishops like that are simply ruining the reputation of the Lateran religion." But

in fact, similar scandals are not only exposed in Casimir, Syracuse and Iberia, but also in fundamentalist religious countries that have a particularly low status of the opposite sex, but there are definitely more of them.

When I took off my mask and walked into the house, many old people recognized me at a glance.

"Why is he?",

"When the demons were fighting, I heard about

him...", "Why did someone like him

come to us...", "He has been missing for more than three years..."

, "Did he come to us to start a war?".

"Who knows, he's not a demon, but he can become the leader of the demon..."

"It is true that such a person appears in our country, indeed, there is some danger. "

Because of the need to spread religion, these pastors have grown up in church schools since they were young, and they have received much more knowledge than the villagers who have been farming all their lives.

They would gather in a circle, discuss something, and then choose someone to come and shake my hand.

"Hello, evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, allow me to call you so, for it was a title that was published daily in the newspapers of that period. "The old man knew at least 30 years older than me at a glance, but he still nodded in front of me.

Is the demon second only to God?"

"I motioned for the old gentleman to sit down, but observed that the people around me had to wait until I sat down before I could sit down.

I couldn't help but wonder why the people of Casimir were so in awe of me that all my grades had been achieved in

Cazdale "The evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, in fact, we know very well that the old man who is old and dull and mediocre is actually blackmailing us, but what can we do? Our duty is to make more people believe in God, and neither the land nor the food has much to do with us. A dozen of us old men, combined with your prestige, can make that bastard collect a little less food, but that should be the limit of what we can do. After

the old priest at the head finished speaking, several of the surrounding people nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the dozens of acres of land in my family are just a little bit of something, and now I have to hand it all over to the people of the Maca family, my heart has been writing there in a low voice, that is our lifeblood, if it is boiled into porridge, how many people can we help?"

"Yes, yes. "

Except for a group of us, the rest of the room chimed in, and when I looked up again at the mystery plastered to the wall, what little respect I had for the unknown authority was gone.

After listening to them, I didn't speak immediately, but motioned for Miss Immortal Bird to come over.

"What are you doing?" Miss

Immortal didn't know what I was going to do, but she leaned her ear over anyway.

"Is this the so-called good guy you came to?"

"This... What's wrong? I feel like they're all very good, and they're kind-hearted, I... Not to mention, they're the best people I've ever met. Miss Immortal said.

Because she usually spends her mind on being by her side, Mosti immediately has no knowledge of the Kazdale Civil War, so she has no reverence for me.

That's pretty good.

"To tell you the truth, even if I made a mistake, I thought that there would be a few intellectuals who came out of the church school, but I didn't expect that they were all such people, maybe I should find a few young people, not these old people. Their ideas are deeply ingrained, and there is no trace of the collision of old and new ideas. "

I said to Miss Immortal Bird carefully and quietly.

"A few old gentlemen, I have heard that the gods you believe in can free people from the sea of suffering and enter heaven after death, but don't your gods have the power to make the living enjoy the same treatment as heaven?"

"

Wouldn't it be a good thing for you to help the Maca family loot the common people?" I said, grimacingly placing the newspaper on the table.

"Dozens of nearby villages have schools that are churched, and church schools are funded by local nobles. Every year, five or six young believers who excel in Xi are sent to universities in big cities to study theology and then return to become pastors. I got up from my chair as I said this.

"You were all supported by the Maka family, how could you take their money and not do your job?"

"Nonsense, how can you demon tarnish people's innocence out of thin air?!" several old men got up from their chairs and pointed at my nose and scolded me.

"The devil's tongue does not speak lies, but spells that can confuse people's hearts. Listen, what this demon said, he is not only slandering us, but also slandering our faith, if we don't drive him away, then our faith will be trampled on!"

I said.

At this time, Mostima and the old village chief who had sheltered us appeared at the door, and walked in step by step.

"Little Doctor, I seem to have heard it outside just now, they call you a demon, are you so powerful?" said the old village chief, sitting down where I had gotten up and left.

"No, no, no, I'm far more powerful than a demon, and I can eat it raw in one bite. "

Oh, can you eat God?"

"If it's raw, it's not going to work, you have to cut it into slices, and if you can add a little sauce, that's fine, it's going to be very spicy."

"I see, it looks like you're just an ordinary person.

"Because only man can eat God and the devil at the same time, whether God eats God or the devil eats the devil, isn't that not appropriate? "

You guy?!" said the old priest, looking very angry.

At this time, the old woman glared at them a few times, "I have heard about it, I know it all, I also know that you are lending usury to my children for gambling behind your back, and you are also the one who helps those people to collect food together, and the harvest has become more and more powerful in the past few years, don't you know how to be satisfied?"

This old village chief is not an official official, and he does not have any rights in his hands, but he is highly respected in the village.

Most importantly, she is a real farmer, a middle peasant, and the most expensive asset, is a cow.