Chapter 849 Want to Make Ham? Get Down on Your Knees and Beg 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 a little 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 hasn’t seen it! He has never seen either the Temple of the God of War or the Temple of the Goddess of Spring!

As for the Order of the God of Nature, in Gretel's impression, they are all good old people. Of course, good people also get angry sometimes, and it’s even more terrifying when a good person gets angry, but what does the Sacrament of Atonement look like?

From all the experiences and knowledge Gretel had in her past and present lives, she had only ever heard of the sacrament of atonement once:

It was like an emperor who, after being deposed by the Pope, wore the simple clothes of an ascetic in the middle of winter and walked barefoot to the top of a mountain. Did he stand outside the church door, or kneel, 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 would they ask the redeemer to do?

The eighth-level mage turned to look at him and sighed helplessly. Mage Nordmark, it seems that you are also the priest of the God of Nature! You were the one who made the matter bigger and raised an eyebrow to punish me!

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 clergy present tacitly pretended not to hear. Elder Atef quoted scriptures and argued with Archbishop God of War and Priestess of 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 go to the temple to offer it in person?"

"That's the highest level of blasphemy...and it seems you don't have a statue..."

"The Duke who killed the Priestess last time was wearing sackcloth, walked barefoot into the main hall from the entrance to 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 Earl Roscommon to walk into the wilderness? Or climb a mountain barefoot? That mountain is all covered with thorns!"

Hiking barefoot, walking on the flagstones of the Temple Square, and walking on the thorn bushes in the wild are completely different concepts, right?

Quarreling, bickering. It took a long time for everyone to reluctantly reach an agreement - of course, in the end, Earl Luo Sikan, who rushed back from the royal capital, had to confirm it in person. Generally speaking, the severity of the sacrament of atonement is closely related to the compensation paid to the blasphemer——

"It is absolutely not enough to compensate for the profit of ham!" 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, and 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. I am several decades old, and I am usually very pampered, but now I am really embarrassed and crying. Not only did she cry, but she also begged on her knees, all she had to do was throw a tantrum and roll around on the spot:

"Everyone knows how thin the profits from farming are! Our family only makes a little money by raising pigs and making hams all year round, 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’s only so much you can use! 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 more he spoke, the more outrageous he became. Gretel couldn't stand it any longer, coughed slightly, and joined the conversation:

"The Order of the God of Nature...does it originally have an industry in Roscommon County?"

As far as he knows, there should be. Near Heartland City, the cult has two small villages, and there are still a few shabby houses in the city. The religious order in Nevis is so vast. Two entire hills belong to them.

What about County Rothcombe? Then it is a county after all! The sect’s industry will be huge!

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, his face full of indignation:

"Yes! There are all of them! - Around the place of inheritance, 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 a map of Roscommon County in the air, and also outlined the sect's former properties. Grete stared intently and quickly calculated that these industries together accounted for about 1/20 of the area of ​​Roscommon County.

Although most of them are not very good land, the combined area is quite large. More importantly, the industry of the God of Nature has always been the last pressure reducing valve for the local area:

The lord had exploited him so much that he was really hungry and had nothing to eat. In the fields owned by the cult, you can secretly rent and plant a little bit; in the woods owned by the cult, you can go in and pick wild fruits at will without fear of being hung up and beaten...

"This land belongs to our family!" Behind the count's second son, a nobleman whom Gretel didn't know suddenly jumped up:

"Our family bought it! We bought it with real money! There are transaction documents and registration with the county and city hall!"

"Our family also bought this piece of land!" Another nobleman also chimed in. Grete slowly glanced around the living room. There were several nobles who did not dare to speak, but there were 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 sect'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 questions at almost the same time. Can't make ham? The industry is gone?

In the entire County of Roscommon, 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 was praying 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 fell to the edge of the clearing and threw himself 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."

Falling to the ground, being stepped into the mud by wild animals, being pecked away by birds, being picked up by squirrels. Then, take root, sprout, and grow elsewhere...

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 with determination 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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