Chapter 843: Want to make ham? Kneel down and ask the natural priest!
“What does the Sacrament of Atonement look like?”
Gretel finally heard something that made him a little curious. He barely shook off his drowsiness, opened his eyes, lowered his voice, and asked the host of the Mage Tower sitting next to him in a low voice.
He really has never seen it! Whether it is the Temple of the God of War or the Temple of the Goddess of Spring, he has never seen it!
As for the Order of the God of Nature, in Grete's impression, they are all good people. Of course, good people also get angry sometimes, and it is even more terrifying when a good person gets angry, but what is the sacrament of atonement like?
From all the experiences and experiences in Grete's past life and present life, he has only ever heard of the sacrament of atonement once:
It's like an emperor who, after being deposed by the Pope, wore the simple clothes of an ascetic in the middle of winter and walked up to the top of a mountain barefoot. Did he stand outside the church door, or kneel down, for three days and three nights, relying only on a felt blanket for warmth?
But that’s not the style of natural priests… What are their sacraments like? What do they ask the redeemer to do?
The eighth-level mage turned to look at him and sighed helplessly. Mage Nodmark, it seems that you are also the priest of the God of Nature! It was you who made the matter big in the first place and called for punishment!
The rules of the Order of the God of Nature, why do you come to ask me...
Fortunately, his voice was very low, and all the clergymen present tacitly pretended not to hear. Elder Atef quoted scriptures, and argued with Archbishop God of War and Priestess Spring Water for a long time:
"The person who blasphemed the God of War, didn't you ask him to dig out a rock of the same height with his own hands, carve it into a statue of the God of War, then wear sackcloth, carry the statue on his back on his back, and come to the temple in person to offer it to him?"
"That is the highest level of blasphemy... and it seems that you don't have a statue of a god..."
"The Duke who killed the Priestess last time was wearing sackcloth, walked barefoot into the main hall from the entrance of the temple square, and performed the sacramental confession in front of the goddess, right?"
"That's true, but you don't seem to have a temple? Do you want Count Rothko to walk into the wilderness? Or climb a mountain barefoot? That mountain is all covered with thorns!"
The same is true for hiking barefoot, walking on the flagstones of the Temple Square, and walking on the thorn bushes in the wild. They are completely different concepts, right?
They argued and argued. It took a long time before everyone finally reached an agreement. Of course, in the end, Count Luo Sikan, who rushed back from the royal capital, had to confirm it in person. The severity of the sacrament of atonement is generally closely related to the compensation paid to the blasphemer.
"Compensation for ham profits is absolutely not enough!" Elder Atef, on behalf of the surrounding Nature God Order, especially the members of the order who have selected a team and are preparing to return to Roscommon County, severely condemned:
"Why, I have raised pigs on your ancestral grave for decades. I will tell you later that I will compensate you for the money from the sale of these pigs. With such a good thing, we will also occupy the Earl's castle later.
Pigs have been raised in the castle for decades!”
"But we really can't come up with anything else..." The count's second son burst into tears. He is already several decades old, and he is usually very pampered. At this time, he really got down and started crying. Not only did he cry, but he also begged on his knees.
Almost throwing a tantrum and rolling around on the spot:
"Everyone knows how thin the profits from farming are! Our family raises pigs and makes ham all year round, barely making a little money, and most of it has to be sent to the royal capital! The money is all in the hands of the earl, and I will do it again and again.
Son, there is only so much that can be used! If it’s not enough.”
He waved his hand and drew a huge circle:
"There are still three batches of ham in the cellar, all from last year, the year before, and the year before that, waiting to be matured and sold! You can drag these away! There is no more!"
Seeing that the words became more and more outrageous. Gretel couldn't stand it anymore, coughed lightly, and joined the conversation:
"The Order of the God of Nature...does it have any property in Roscommon County?"
As far as he knows, there should be some. Near Heartland City, the Order has two small villages, and there are still a few shabby houses in the city. The Order in Nevis is quite spacious, covering two entire hills.
It all belongs to them.
What about Luo Si Kang County? It is a county after all! The sect’s industry will not be small!
After the religious group withdrew, the land, houses, and villagers who lived on this land belonged to them...
Who does it all belong to?
Who divided it up?
The living room fell silent for a moment. Behind Elder Atef, a middle-aged man came out with a face full of indignation:
"Yes! They are all! Around the inheritance place, there are two hills, a small river, and the villages by the river, all belong to the religious order! There are also other scattered pieces of land..."
He raised his hand slightly and displayed the map of Roscombe County in the air, and also outlined the former properties of the Order. Grete stared at it and quickly calculated that these properties together accounted for about 1/20 of the area of Roscombe County.
Although most of them are not very good land, the combined area is quite large. More importantly, the properties of the Order of the God of Nature have always been the last pressure reducing valve for the local area:
The lords were exploited so much that they were really hungry and had nothing to eat. In the fields owned by the cult, you could secretly rent a little bit of it; in the woods owned by the cult, you could go in and pick wild fruits without fear of being hung up and beaten...
"This land belongs to our family!" Behind the count's second son, a certain nobleman whom Gretel didn't know suddenly jumped up:
"It was bought by our family! It was bought with real money! There are transaction documents and registration with the county and city hall!"
"Our family also bought this piece of land!" Another noble kid also chimed in. Gretel slowly glanced around the living room. There were several nobles who didn't dare to speak, but there were also gloomy or worried looks on their faces.
As for Mr. Magistrate and the two temple leaders, no need to ask, it is estimated that every family will have a share in dividing the religious group's property, and everyone will have something to spend.
Want to take back the industry from everyone?
Do you want the Order of the God of Nature to offend all the nobles and powerful people in this county just after their return?
Forget it, let me do this evil thing!
"The pigs in Roscommon County are afraid that they won't be able to eat acorns in the future." Gretel lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and said softly:
"The so-called pigs that grew up eating acorns and made ham with the flavor of acorns. This unique industry is probably going to disappear."
"What?"
"What did you say?"
Except for a few clergy who remained calm, everyone present asked at almost the same time: Can we make ham? Is the industry gone?
In the entire Luosikang County, this is the largest and almost the only pillar industry that can make a lot of profits! This cannot be done. The income of the entire county will be reduced by more than 60% in an instant!
Gretel's face was solemn and his voice was cold. He said slowly:
"When I prayed at the Heritage Site yesterday, I told those oak trees not to bear too many acorns in the future. I also asked them to tell other oak trees not to bear too many acorns. These days are the season for oak trees to bloom and pollinate."
He raised his head, glanced around the surroundings emotionlessly, and looked into every pair of anxious eyes:
"Based on the speed of pollen dispersion, it is estimated that all the oak trees will have heard the news by this time. Of course, they may not listen to me?"
With a bang, Elder Atef stood up, turned around, rushed to the window, and jumped out. He didn't even have time to go down the stairs, but opened his arms and flew directly out of the mage tower like a big bird. He landed on the edge of the open space. Jumped on the trunk of an oak tree...
The second oak tree, the third oak tree. After a while, the elder returned to the living room with a solemn face and nodded to everyone present:
"They know. I asked a dozen oak trees around, and they will only produce a few acorns this year and from now on."
It falls to the ground, is stepped into the mud by wild beasts, is pecked away by birds, and is picked up by squirrels. Then, it takes root, sprouts, and grows in other places...
Enough to grow new oak trees, but not enough to feed the wild boars that roam the woods.
As for how to restore the oak tree to normal strength?
Elder Atef raised his chin high and looked around the living room resolutely at all the nobles who were anxious or pretending not to be anxious.
Then, come and ask the Nature Priest to talk to every oak tree!
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