It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 845

Gretel seemed to have been punched in the face.Shaking, if it wasn't for the Phantom Horse's ability to automatically protect the summoner, it would almost fall off the horse's back.

At the banquet, the proud boast of the chef and the second son of the earl rang in my ears again:

"The pigs grow in sparsely wooded oak pastures, feed on wild herbs and olives, and when the acorns are ripe, they feed almost exclusively on them..."

"The black pig that grew up eating herbs, olives and acorns, has been carefully marinated and aged, the meat is light and soft, mixed with the unique aroma of acorns..."

"Carefully selected piglets, eating the fruit of the oak tree with strange power, are Rothcomb's delicacy, the treasure of treasures, enough to be a feast for the queen and a sacrifice for the gods..."

Such a delicacy, such a delicacy, is enough to become a representative of a region and a blockbuster product that stimulates the economy of the entire region—but what is the price? !

The price is that in the entire county, almost all the places suitable for becoming oak woodlands have been occupied by nobles to raise the unique black pigs in Rothcon County;

The price is that if the poor want to go into the woods and gather acorns to satisfy their hunger, they will be hung up and whipped...

That acorn is bitter!
Bitter!
It must be boiled for a long time to remove its bitter taste, and it must be ground into powder before it can be swallowed!
If it is not a last resort, if it is not forced to starve to death, who will go to the woods to pick up acorns to eat!

2500 square kilometers, 20 people, 80 people per square kilometer, a population density that can survive by catching birds, fishing, picking wild fruits and digging grass roots, and there will be situations where people will starve to death——

People are not as good as pigs!

People are not as good as pigs! ! !

At this moment, Gretel subconsciously clenched his palms.The fingers clenched, opened, clenched again, and opened again, the magic wave in the palm faintly boiled——

I really want to backhand a fireball, just blow up here!

Fireball is not enough!If anger can be added to spells, he doubts very much that he can rub out a big Ivan.

Sometimes, it really takes a single spark to turn into a prairie fire to clean up the filth and filth...

However, at this time, stronger fluctuations rose from the right hand side.Gretel turned his head to look, and hurriedly urged the phantom horse to lean over, leaning his body, and pressed Cerilla's palm:

"Cerilla, don't!"

Killing doesn't solve the problem!

Pure violence cannot solve the fundamental problem!
Even if we kill all the whip whippers, all the guards in this village, and even all the nobles in this county——

Oh, killing all the nobles can indeed temporarily solve the problem, but it cannot cause fundamental changes.Think about it, build a better order instead of relying on mere destruction...

"Grete!"

Cerilla backhanded, stretched out her hand, and picked him up from the horse.But Gretel was too preoccupied with his thoughts, and his movements were too violent. When he leaned forward, he almost slipped off the phantom horse...

"Uh……"

Gretel struggled and thumped for a long time, and was finally thrown back on his horse by Cerilla.As for the knight training that I have received for several months before, and I have advanced from a level 1 fighter to a level 3 fighter, cough, don't worry about it.

He coughed as majestically as possible, and straightened his clothes to make himself less embarrassed.Glancing forward again, the villager who was whipping the whip, and several other villagers standing with him, all lowered their heads in order, trying not to look up.

Is it because you are afraid of seeing his embarrassed appearance and offending him?still……

Either way, it's fine if you don't see him, or limit yourself to not looking at him.Gretel covered his ears and stole his face from the floor, urged the horse to take two steps forward, and looked down at the whip bearer:
"I know the situation. ——Since the fight has been done like this, then let's stop here today? Don't fight?"

This is a negotiation, an intercession, and an order.Gretel knew that that person would definitely agree, whether it was because he was intimidated by the majesty of a master like him, or because he was afraid that he would really throw a fireball.

Sure enough, the man threw away the whip, bowed back again and again:

"Of course, my lord, of course. Since your lord has pity on him—"

As he spoke, he turned his head back in a ninety-degree posture, suppressed his voice, and yelled at his subordinates:
"Don't let him down yet! Didn't you see your lord's order!"

In a panic, the two men untied the farmer from the rack and dragged him to the Great Horse.Gretel jumped off the horse, raised his hand, and healing spells fell, wiping away the blood on his body:
"feelling better?"

The farmer barely got up, his legs gave way, and he knelt down in front of Gretel again.Gretel sighed helplessly:
"Get up, get up.—are you better? Can you walk with me?"

As he spoke, he touched the space bag and threw a piece of bread over.The farmer didn't have time to get up, caught the bread, lowered his head, took a big bite, and then took another bite.He choked immediately, knelt on the ground, his face was red from choking, and he rolled his eyes.

Gretel: "..."

He had no choice but to make another rough water bottle with the magic trick, filled the bottle with water and handed it over.While watching him drink, he secretly mobilized the spell model, ready to recruit a force field palm to do Heimlich's first aid at any time.

Fortunately, after the farmer took a few sips of water, he actually flushed the bread stuck in his throat.He took a few more bites, treasured the remaining half of the bread, stuffed it into his arms, and bowed deeply:

"No problem, my lord. You can send me anywhere you want!"

"That's good." Gretel frowned and looked at the ground. Fortunately, there was just a lot of mud and no cow dung or pig dung.He looked left and right:
"Take me to your fields to see."

"I have no fields, my lord."

"Then, take me to the land you planted!"

The farmer pulled his tattered clothes to cover his back, and led the way with a sad face.Gretel followed behind, listening to him keep pointing:

"This land belongs to the lord... the crop is wheat... this year's harvest is not good, no, there is no harvest at all..."

"This piece of land is also owned by the lord...it was planted by the Lothar family...they also planted wheat...wheat? Last year's wheat, the lord transported it away, and didn't leave any...It's like this every year... "

"This one? This one is fallow and planted with some alfalfa. I hoped to raise a sheep. Sheep? The sheep will be given to the lord..."

"This piece of land is made of potatoes... The yield of potatoes is high! Such a small piece of land can feed our family!"

Having said that, the farmer touched the bread on his chest and laughed contentedly:

"And the lord doesn't want potatoes, yes, he doesn't. We can keep all the potatoes and eat them for a year! But this year there are no potatoes...It's too cold, the potatoes can't grow..."

Gretel walked slowly, pointing and asking questions.From the farmer's answer, he roughly figured out the cause of the famine:
All the land in Russell Cornshire, or almost all the land, belonged to lords large and small.The lords don't care how many tenant farmers there are, anyway, it doesn't take much manpower to watch and drive the pigs——

Give them enough land, and the pigs can find grass blades and acorns to eat without starving to death.

Then, the little land that remained, which was more arable than oak-grown, was for the most part grown in wheat.Some were fed to the lords, and most were transported away, possibly dragged off to be sold.

Considering that Earl Russell Kang, the eldest son of the earl, and most of the local nobles are not here, and in the distant capital, the possibility of these harvests being dragged to sell and exchanged for money for the nobles is too great. too big.

As for the local sharecroppers?
Isn't this giving them back the land?As long as the lord's land is planted well, the rest of the land's harvest will all belong to them!

What about a big pile of potatoes!Feed them, no problem!

"Did no one tell you that there will be a big famine this year, and ask you to stockpile food?" Gretel asked slowly:

"Did no one lead you to rush to grow grain, lead you to pray, and lead you to use holy power to produce grain?"

"...No, my lord." The farmer bowed deeply, his dark back was almost bare under his tattered clothes.Even if the weather is not hot, beads of sweat keep rolling down:

"A cousin of mine in the south of the city rented the land of the mages and helped the mages a lot. They repaired the warehouse and carried the grain. It is said that they can borrow grain from them and pay it back next year."

Having said this, envy rose in the farmer's eyes.Gretel nodded secretly:

It seems that the local mage's tower in Rothcomb County was still working last year.Unlike the local lord, it really doesn't do anything about personnel.Also, the council will inspect and assess the Mage Tower every year. For those who fail, the resources of the Mage Tower will be reduced, and the host will be transferred...

He has personally experienced how inconvenient the research work is for the magician who lost the mage tower.For this reason, the local mage system will work hard.

"But we can't, my lord, we can't. We are the lord's people, we can't work for the mages... Besides, there is not so much food to borrow..."

Gretel closed his eyes sadly.Behind him, Cerilla had already leaned over from the phantom horse and asked impatiently:
"What about the priests of nature? What about the servants of the God of Nature? Didn't they take care of you?"

"Sorry, beautiful lady." The farmer subconsciously took another two steps back, for fear of bumping into this beautiful lady with delicate clothes—even if she has pointed ears:
"I don't understand... what are you talking about, I don't understand..."

"That's it."

Gretel took up the conversation.

He took out the oak stick from his breast pocket, breathed out the power of nature, and the oak with the short length of the pen lengthened in the wind, and turned into an eyebrow-level stick.The phantom on his body turned slightly, and the exquisite mage robe turned into a rough linen gown:

"That's the kind of person. Go to the village, go to the field, heal you, give you advice on what to plant—have you never seen such a person?"

"No, no." The farmer kept shaking his head and kept backing away until he fell into the field ridge with a "plop" and fell on his back.Gretel turned his head in disappointment, turned to the back and squeezed each other, carefully following the villagers:
"Have you met?"

"...I've heard of it, my lord." After a long silence, an old farmer—or rather, a farmer who looked older came out and bowed deeply:
"When I was young, I heard from the elders in my family. When they were young, they would dress up like this and come to our village to treat the sick, deliver babies, and teach us how to grow grains. But then they disappeared. In my whole life, Never seen..."

no yet?

Priest of the God of Nature, no longer walking in this county?

what happened?What made the servants of the God of Nature abandon this land?
The mage tower didn't report it?Last year, the parliament ordered that the parliament and the Church of the God of Nature cooperate to produce grain and store food. The Mage Tower did not report this news?

Gretel was awe-inspiring.He walked slowly through the village, checked the storage situation (no one dared to open the door, but they couldn't stop the mage's secret eyes), and asked several villagers.In the end, the manager of the tenant was terribly frightened:
"Don't hit people! Don't take revenge on them! I'll come again! Let me find out that you hit people, and I'll kill you!"

In order to increase the credibility of his speech, he also manifested a fireball, holding it in his hand and shaking it.The big fireball crackled and exploded in his palm, roasting the village chief's hair into curls.He backed away, brushing the ground with his heels, and kept bowing:
"Definitely don't fight! Definitely don't fight! Master Mage, don't worry! I will never touch them with a finger!"

Gretel ran to four villages in a row the next day.After running down five points, except for the real estate and tenants occupied by the mage's tower, which can indeed survive, the other areas are completely hard to say.

Especially the territories of the nobles in various places, and the territories of the Spring Temple.The Temple of the God of War is a little bit better, but it can only be maintained so that the soldiers can eat enough, and the families of the soldiers can also eat until they are half hungry and half full...

Most importantly, why did the Church of the God of Nature disappear?
Gretel returned to the Mage Tower full of doubts.When asked bluntly, the presiding mage hesitated:
"I was also transferred from another place, and I have been here for less than 20 years. When I came, the Church of the God of Nature had already left... After inquiring a few times, it seems that they have some conflicts..."

No, who did you ask?

Local lord?

Local shrine?

Have you actually asked the Church of the God of Nature in the next county?
Gretel was very speechless about the host's ability to handle affairs.He rubbed the center of his brows, and asked seriously:

"So now, where is the migration job card? The local lord refuses to let people go? What methods have you used?"

"We came to the door several times to ask, please put pressure on the local temple, and wrote to the capital, asking the royal mages in the capital to help put pressure on it."

The eighth-level mage who presided over the mage tower, in front of Gretel, who was also an eighth-level, couldn't stand upright at all, frowning and sighing.He talked about his efforts one by one for half an hour:

"I've thought about everything, but they just don't respond. We can't just lift the table and kill all the nobles here... and we can't lift it..."

The irrefutable statement, Gretel believed to be true.At yesterday's dinner, the people who attended the God of War Temple and the Temple of the Goddess of Spring Water all had rank nine or above.Although the local aristocratic patriarchs have all run away, according to Bernard, there are two knights who can fight him for a while...

If these forces gather together, the Mage Tower will be able to protect itself, and it would be a joke if it wanted to kill the nobles.

Then how to apply pressure?
The local host looked at him eagerly.Behind the host, a fifth-level mage and two second-level mages looked at him eagerly.

According to the general habits of the mage council, most of these low-level mages are the children of local nobles.The mage tower wants to overturn the table, and these people probably won't be able to help. There is a high probability that they will report the news, or even delay it...

Gretel sighed.

If it was him, with all his strength, he would be able to overturn the table—if he really tried his best to open a big fireball, and push the power of the fireball technique to level 9 or even level 10, it should be fine.

Carrying out the signboard of the council and the signboard of the teacher, it is really impossible, and do it together with Cerilla?To be honest, an adult silver dragon is more than enough to suppress the nobles of the entire county, and it is guaranteed that they will not have redundant words.

Gretel believed that the host of the mage tower in Rothcon County must have thought so.However, the parliament sent him here, certainly not thinking so.

death, the people suffer.Xing, the people suffer.If the local social order can not be broken, try not to break it.Think about it, is there any way to do this well within the rules...

He was full of anger and smoldering, and he wanted to yell.At this moment, a bell rang crisply, and soon, an apprentice was holding a rectangular wooden box, walked quickly, and opened his head at the door.

"what is this?"

The presiding mage raised his voice to ask.The apprentice bowed and said:

"It's a gift from Earl Rothcomb to Master Nordmark—can it be delivered now?"

The wooden box was sent to the center of the living room, and the lid was lifted.A ham lay quietly in the middle, wrapped in crimson silk, only a small section of pure black hoof was exposed.

Gretel felt the pure, familiar force of nature without undoing the silk.

"This is……"

"It's Rothcomb ham. The best kind." Following the apprentices into the Mage Tower, the knight who came here to present gifts bowed deeply to Gretel:
"My lord Earl said, I hope His Majesty the Mage will like it."

Gretel lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

"Like it? I do like it--I like it a lot."

The envoy breathed a sigh of relief and left with confidence.Gretel stared at the ham for a moment, then raised his head and looked directly at the presiding mage:
"Can I have a map?"

"what?"

"Give me a map." Gretel still had a smile on his lips, but a layer of ice was frozen in his eyes:
"Roscon County, and the map of the surrounding counties. I'm going to go around and take a look-the surrounding counties, if not, the few counties farther away, there will be no God of Nature Sect does it exist?"

"There must be!"

Mr. Master shivered, immediately let the students in, and copied a detailed map.Cities, mage towers, hills, water bodies, lord's manors, temples, all appear vividly on the map.

Gretel lowered his head, brushed his fingertips inch by inch across the surface of the map, and stopped on the mark of a big oak tree:
"I'll take a look. Tomorrow, at most the day after tomorrow, I'll be back. At that time, I hope you can let me visit the ancestral land of Earl Rothcomb's family, can you?"

He walks away.Take Cirella, take Bernard.Walking to the wilderness, walking out of the border of Rothcomb County, he immediately changed into a cloth robe and rode on the back of a silver moon deer——

In his hand, among the eight green leaves on the head of the oak stick, a small black and white snake swims up and down endlessly.

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