Chapter 845: The Sacrament of Atonement of the Order of the God of Nature
Earl Rothkom, the eldest son of the earl and the main nobleman in the county, finally appeared in the county town after seven days.
The heart is burning with anxiety and the dust is everywhere.
We drove all the way from the royal capital to the nearest port to Aiolan Island;
I found a fast boat that was about to leave. I couldn’t care whether it was a fishing boat or a cargo ship. I rushed to Aiolan in a bumpy day and night;
He borrowed a fast horse from the nearest nobleman and continued on his way...
It’s impossible not to hurry up! The letter from home clearly states that if we don’t come back quickly and reach an agreement with the God of Nature Religion, then it will be Nivis and the Royal Capital Religion who will be furious and raise an army to hold them accountable!
The elder in the royal capital is level 16! Level 16! Not to mention, if he messes with the legendary elder who is practicing in seclusion somewhere...
After running away half their lives and rushing to the county town, the only tasks left for them were to sign the agreement, press fingerprints, and...
Perform the Sacrament of Atonement.
The requirements for the atonement sacrament of the Order of the God of Nature are not that demanding. Elder Atef said simply:
"Since you have offended the Land of Heritage, I will apologize to every oak tree in the Land of Heritage. Is that okay?"
"Sounds okay." The leaders of the Temple of the God of War and the Temple of the Spring Goddess looked at each other and nodded. It is better to atone for the oak tree than to atone for the gods and nature.
Who knows how far the atonement goes for such a lofty and illusory thing? Everyone just listens to what the clergy say!
"No problem!" The earl's second son, who was also at the negotiation site, nodded:
"How to atone for sins? Lay flowers to every oak tree, offer sacrifices, burn incense? Should the sacrifices be made of cattle and sheep? Or pigs? Can chickens and ducks be allowed? Or..."
His cheek twisted in pain. If Gretel were here, he would definitely give him a sign of "angina pectoris, radiating to the oral area":
"Bury a ham under every oak tree?"
"Oak trees don't need those." Elder Atef slowly shook his head:
"The oak tree does not need flowers, spices, or other sacrifices obtained by harming nature or other animals and plants. All the oak tree needs is sunlight, rain, dew, and fertilizer."
In an instant, the archbishop of the Temple of the God of War and the high priest of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring almost laughed out loud.
…It’s better to let them place sacrifices!
At the end, Count Rothko stood in the crowd of all the prominent figures, looking up at the dense oak forest on the hill, in a daze.
Beside him were a shovel, a wooden pole, two buckets, and a dung scoop. A cart of water and a cart of dung.
"The servants of the God of Nature will guide you forward." Facing the Earl himself, Elder Atef's face was so serious that there was no crack at all:
"No blade of grass will trip you up, and no thorns will block your steps. Then, you need to dig a piece of soil under each oak tree, water it, fertilize it, and cover it."
"Your Excellency, you are already a knight after all. This job shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"
Earl Rothko looked down at his clothes. In order to maintain the Earl's dignity and to protect himself in the thorny jungle, he wore a lambskin coat, solid breeches, and heavy cowhide boots...
His cheeks twitched unconsciously. So, are these things all stained with feces?
"Your Excellency, please!"
He raised his hand indifferently. Next to him, a young nature priest took a few steps forward, knelt down on one knee, pressed his hand on the grass and prayed softly. For a moment, the grass and trees swayed and silently moved out of the way.
Count Rothko's face twitched again. He picked up the bucket, scooped a full bucket of water into the water truck, and looked at the dung truck hesitantly. His face was embarrassed, and he begged in a low voice:
“Can I get my children and grandchildren to help out?”
"Okay." Elder Atef replied readily. After a pause, he added:
"However, the first ten trees, as well as the ring of trees surrounding the clearing at the top of the inheritance place, must be done by your own hands."
Earl Rothko was really helpless. He struggled for a moment between falling out on the spot, having his entire family killed, and being humiliated and laughed at in the county for a hundred years. In the end, he picked up the dung ladle.
A foul smell hit his face. Count Luo Sikan held his breath and stepped back three steps in a row. The surrounding spectators either frowned, were disgusted, or cast spells to drive away the smell and get rid of the dirt that might be blown by the wind:
So disgusting!
So disgusting!
If even a tiny bit of these things get on your robe, you will have to take a bath, purify yourself, and burn incense to eliminate the smell!
Only the priests of the God of Nature remained calm and looked straight ahead. There was nothing unusual about them: stink? What’s that? Among the worshipers of the God of Nature, who doesn’t farm? Who doesn’t deal with these things?
Gretel also remained calm.
Of course, he was able to behave like this not because he was used to farming, nor because he had been in hospital emergency rooms for too long, but he was used to smelling all kinds of stinks.
This kind of performance is purely due to his foresight: the bubble technique is activated, the mage armor is activated, and the wind barrier surrounds him. Let alone the wind blowing, even if someone throws it with a manure spoon, it is guaranteed not to touch it.
A little bit of a stink.
The earl's eldest son, second son, youngest son, and all adult or semi-adult grandsons, under the earl's cold eyebrows, followed them in one by one. The one who carried the bucket, the one who carried the shovel...
Go to a tree, kneel down, and pray (someone knelt unsteadily on the slope and slipped or tripped more than once). Dig a hole with a shovel, pour out the manure, bury it; water it; under the leadership of the priest of the God of Nature
Pray again.
Then, move on to the next tree...
"Snapped!"
The dung scoop fell from his hand and flew far away, spreading brown and yellow on the grass blades of the forest. And the poor Earl didn't know which pit he stepped on, but he tripped over the grass blades and fell straight down...
"Ah, father!"
"Lord Earl, don't worry, you can walk slowly..."
"vomit……"
The count struggled to raise his head. The natural priest who had just guided him stood far away, his face unchanged and his eyes unsquinted. The young face was full of things that had nothing to do with him, and there was not even an expression of ridicule. .
His face, posture, and eyes were all clearly saying one thing:
"It wasn't my hands or feet, it was you who threw it yourself..."
There are at least hundreds of oak trees up and down this hill. There are dozens more that need to be watered by his own hands.
Count Luo Sikan lowered his head and looked at his clothes, shoes, and hands, and suddenly felt sad.
After this round of atonement ceremony, when he walks out of the forest, will he be stinking in the wind?
I will never provoke the Natural God Cult people again! Write it in the family tree and tell future generations that I will never provoke them again!
These good old guys got angry and started to stir up trouble. This is really a joke!
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