Archbishop Dimitri of Whigburg has been in a bad mood recently, very badly. A few months ago, he was suddenly asked for food by the succubus owner, and his stalwart and majestic image has been greatly damaged.
Now the various churches and dignitaries in Whigburg feel that the archbishop of Chenguang Church is probably insane. He doesn't care about supporting the nobles in the church, strengthening the force and prestige, but staying with some untouchable farmers all day long.
For ordinary people at the bottom, the image of Archbishop Dimitri is very kind now. He didn't stay in the church all day, instead he often wore a robe and wandered in the fields, doing the work of gathering the refugees and resettling the poor.
Although the Ordinary Church of the Good Gods will give food and clothing to the poor, these things are done only occasionally. No one does this work all day long. Even the pastor of Irmat, the god of suffering, cherishes himself very much.
But the archbishop is so unassuming, it dispels a lot of suspicion in the public-in the past two to three decades, there have been rumors that Dimitri was in an improper position and used some improper methods in the process of ascending to the archbishop.
Now the archbishop is staying with a group of mud-legged poor ghosts, but no one realizes that he has a problem — Chenguang Church often rebels, but I have never heard of a rebel that abuses himself so much.
Maidès squeezed Dimitri to death, and let him do whatever he wanted—if he wanted to cultivate a useful soul, he would gather the refugees; if he wanted food, he would find a way to buy; if he wanted more food, he would do it. Let the refugees reclaim their land.
With so many things done, Archbishop Dimitri gained unprecedented prestige among the poor in Whigburg. Every prayer day, the church of Chenguang Church is crowded with people inside and outside. The momentum of other ecclesiasticism is simply beyond comparison.
Although the people who came were all mindless pariahs and pan-believers, the god of morning light Luoshanda was also very satisfied with this, and gave some grace to it. After all, many people are happy to watch.
Only when you hide your mind and are alone, Lord Dimitri will weep secretly-I am indeed a rebellion, or a dangerous rebellion in collusion with the devil. But I don't know how I would become like this for Mao.
In order to explain his behavior to outsiders, Dimitri had to package himself as a lone person who didn't care about fame and fortune, regardless of gains or losses, and only wanted to benefit the public. In his sermons, he often said...
"I don't need to be understood by everyone, but someone will understand me after all."
What a good point, the refugees who are being taken into custody are often moved to tears, the bankrupt farmer wants to die for the archbishop, and the bards in the tavern start to compose hymns for him. Only the nobles ridiculed his overconfidence in secret.
This is because according to common sense, taking in a poor person means huge expenses, and taking in too many absolutely loses money. Once the loss can't sustain, the poor will turn their faces-no one thinks that the archbishop is still standing behind a pervert.
Lord Dimitri racked his brains and spared no effort to satisfy the succubus master's requirements one after another. But about a month ago the succubus actually asked him to raise insects as required!
Really damn it, when will the devil of the abyss not fight to the death and start thinking about bugs? What new trend is this? Unheard of!
With the new requirements of Succubus, Dimitri also received several hand-copied pamphlets-"Earthworm Cultivation by Indigenous Method", "A New Way to Become Rich-Cockroach Breeding", "A New Way of Ecological Agriculture-On the Economic Application of Maggots" ".
What kind of shit!
Dimitri read through the three pamphlets, and he almost wanted to pretend to be dead-I am a high priest, I am a respected nobleman, and I am a well-known saint. Now it's alright, I actually want to...
Play shit!
These three broken books all mention the same thing—human and livestock excrement.
The archbishop hid in his room and cried silently. Others mix with the devil, at most they are devoured by their souls and become part of the bloody battle. He has been with the devil, but he has always had no worries, but he has no face.
If this were to spread, Archbishop Dimitri might as well find a rope hanging beam to kill himself. Knowing that, he might as well be an ordinary priest in a monastery in the countryside.
Dimitri sighed and cried, but after all, he did not violate the guts of Midas. He has recently obeyed the orders of the succubus, not only is there no danger, but his fame has skyrocketed. Every time he didn't understand, but afterwards he always admired...
The succubus has not only been evil recently, but has been doing good deeds all the time.
As a high-ranking clergyman, Dimit was aging inside, but he was physically strong and energetic. He couldn't rest after receiving the order of Maidess, got up at night, opened any door, and went from the church lounge to the farm outside the city.
Except for a few bonfires and night watchmen, the farm outside the city was dark and there was only a slight cold wind. Occasionally, I heard a few dog barks, which made it quieter.
Dimitri walked on a sill, and under his feet was the farmland that had just been cultivated. These fields were cultivated with iron farming tools that were just acquired, and it was too late to grow wheat, so they could only grow leguminous crops that did not need to be served.
A month ago, the succubus not only sent iron ploughs, but also hoes, shovels and even kitchen knife bowls. These items used to be purchased by the Archbishop in Whigburg and shipped to the Succubus, but now they are returned in larger quantities.
Dimitri has checked the iron tools and supplies, and I have to say that they are of very good quality. He even reluctant to distribute them to his farmers, but chose to sell them on the market in Whigburg, which made a lot of profits.
But later on, there were more and more iron products, and the archbishop gave them as rewards to the refugee farmers who were recruited and sheltered. This plays a very good role in improving life, stimulating morale, and building confidence.
There is no doubt that iron tools can greatly improve the efficiency of production and life. Dimitri was still worried that to meet the succubus owner's needs for food, he would starve to death his many refugees. But now the problem is not as big as expected.
Tian Kan passed by a small river, and farmers spontaneously built a dam. The dam was repaired after obtaining iron tools. Otherwise, it would be impossible to repair it with a pile of wooden hoe and bare hands.
By impounding the dam to store water, more farmland can be irrigated. Dimitri even thought that it would be possible to build a canal along the river and use all the abandoned farmland around it. So next year there will be more land that can be cultivated.
More land can grow more food, more food can accommodate more refugees, more refugees can cultivate more farmland, and then continue to build water conservancy, so there is more land.
Dimitri thought and thought, and suddenly he was taken aback—why would I think about this? I am obviously a noble priest!
Shouldn't the clergy stand under the statues of gods in the church and talk to the believers who come to pray every day about'God loves the world'? Collusion with the devil is to climb to a higher position, enjoy better treatment, and have a stronger influence...
But what am I doing
The archbishop felt that he was really an alien, an alien that was rare in the entire Chenguang Church. He shook his head and walked to the rows of wooden houses. A night-watching farmer walked out of the outpost outside the house holding a spear and saluted respectfully.
"His Excellency Dimitri, we have followed your instructions and have been taking care of those bugs, never slacking off." The farmer's spearman whispered.
Hmm... Your Excellency, the Archbishop, came to this row of houses with a heavy heart, without a good face. There are many villagers around the house, busy at night, and they are all respectful when they see him.
Frowning and taking a deep breath, Dimitri pushed open the door of a wooden house-there was a stench from the house, and he was pushed out in a daze.
Damn it, who came up with this idea to raise bugs