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Chapter 851 The Sacrament of Atonement of the God of Nature Order

Earl Rothcomb, the eldest son of the earl, and the main nobles in the county finally appeared in the county town after seven days.

Anxious, full of travel and dust.

——Rushing all the way from the royal capital to the nearest port to Aioland Island;

I found a fast boat that was about to sail, whether it was a fishing boat or a cargo boat, I couldn't care less about it, and rushed to Aiolan in a bumpy day and night;

I borrowed a fast horse from the nearest nobleman, and continued on my way...

You can't hurry!The letter from my hometown was clearly written. If you don’t come back quickly, you should quickly reach an agreement with the God of Nature Cult. When the time comes, the thunder will be furious, and it will be Nevis and the Royal Capital Cult that will be the ones to question!

That elder in Wangdu is level 16! Level 16!Not to mention, in case a big boss at the legendary level is provoked...

Running away with half their lives and rushing to the county town, the only task left for them is to sign the agreement, press their fingerprints, and...

Perform the Sacrament of Atonement.

The requirements for the Sacrament of Atonement of the God of Nature Church are not so strict.Elder Aitfu said bluntly:

"Since you have offended the place of inheritance, you should apologize to every oak tree in the place of inheritance. No problem?"

"Sounds okay." The leaders of the Temple of the God of War and the Temple of the Goddess of Spring looked at each other and nodded.It is better to atone for the oak than to atone for God, for nature—

Who knows how far that kind of tall and illusory thing will go to atone for sin?It's not that what the priests say, everyone listens to it!
"No problem!" The earl's second son, who was also at the negotiation scene, nodded repeatedly:

"How to atone for sin? Offer flowers to each oak tree, offer sacrifices, and burn spices? Should the sacrifices be cattle and sheep? Or pigs? Can chickens and ducks be used? Or..."

His cheek twisted in pain. If Gretel were here, he would have given him the sign of "angina pectoris, radiating to the oral area":

"Under every oak tree, bury a ham in it?"

"The oak tree doesn't need those." Elder Aitfu shook his head slowly:
"The oak tree does not need flowers, spices, or other sacrifices that are obtained by harming nature or other animals and plants. What the oak tree needs is sunlight, rain, and fertilizer."

For a moment, the archbishop of the Temple of War God and the chief priest of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring almost laughed out loud.

... It's better to let them set up sacrifices!

In the end, Earl Rothcomb stood in the crowd of all the dignitaries, looked up at the dense oak forest on the hill, in a daze.

Beside him, a shovel, a wooden pole, two buckets, and a dung scoop.A cart of water, a cart of manure.

"The servants of the God of Nature will guide you forward." Facing the Earl himself, Elder Aitfu's face was tight, without even a single crack:

"No blade of grass will actively trip you up, and no thorn will hinder your footsteps. Then, you need to dig a piece of soil under each oak tree, water it, fertilize it, and cover it."

"Your Excellency, you are also a knight after all, this job shouldn't trouble you, right?"

Earl Rothcomb looked down at his clothes.In order to keep the earl's dignity, and to protect himself in the thorny jungle, he wore a lambskin coat, solid breeches, and heavy cowhide boots...

His cheek twitched unconsciously.So, are these things going to be stained with feces?
"Your Excellency, please!"

He raised his hand lightly.Beside him, a young natural pastor stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and prayed softly with his hands on the grass.After a while, the vegetation swayed and made way for a path without a sound.

Earl Rothcomb twitched again.He picked up the bucket, scooped a full bucket of water in the water truck, and looked at the dung truck hesitantly.With embarrassment on his face, he begged in a low voice:

"Can I get my grandchildren to help?"

"Yes." Elder Aitfu replied readily.After a pause, he added:
"However, the first ten trees, as well as the ring of trees on the top of the Inheritance Land and surrounding the open space, must be brought by you."

Earl Rothcomb was really helpless.He turned his face on the spot, the whole family was killed, and he bowed his head and was humiliated. He struggled for a moment between being laughed at in the county for 100 years, and finally picked up the dung ladle.

A foul smell came over my face.Earl Rothcomb held his breath, and stepped back three steps.The surrounding audience may frown, or feel disgusted, or release spells to get rid of the smell, and get rid of the dirty things that may be blown by the wind:
Disgusting!

Disgusting!

Even if these things get even a little bit on the robe, they have to take a bath, cleanse themselves, and burn spices to eliminate the smell when they go back!
Only the priests of the God of Nature remained unchanged, staring straight ahead, without any abnormality: smell?What is that?Who doesn't farm the servants of the God of Nature?Who doesn't deal with this stuff?

Gretel didn't change his face either.

Of course, it's not because he's used to growing fields like this, and it's not because he's been in the emergency room of the hospital too much, and he's gotten used to all kinds of bad smells.

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.Not to mention the wind blowing over, even if someone splashes it with a dung spoon, it is guaranteed that there will be no smell at all.

The earl's eldest son, second son, youngest son, and all adult or semi-adult grandsons, under the earl's stern brows, bravely followed in one by one.A bucket carrying a bucket, a shovel carrying a shovel...

Walk up to a tree, get down on your knees, and say a prayer (someone gets kneeling on a slope and slips or trips more than once).Dig a hole with a shovel, dump the manure, bury it; water it; pray again under the leadership of the priest of the God of Nature.

Then, move on to the next tree...

"Snapped!"

The dung ladle was thrown away, flying far away, and sprinkled brown and yellow among the grass leaves in the woodland.And the poor Earl, he didn't know which pit he stepped on, or he tripped over a blade of grass, and fell straight down...

"Ah, father!"

"Master Earl, don't worry, you can walk slowly..."

"vomit……"

The count struggled to raise his head.The pastor of nature who had guided him just now stood at a distance without changing his expression or squinting.On the young face, it was written all over that he had nothing to do with himself, and he couldn't even see the slightest mocking expression.

His face, posture, and eyes all clearly tell one thing:

"I didn't do it, you fell it yourself..."

And this hill, up and down, has at least a hundred oak trees.There are still dozens of trees that need to be watered by him.

Earl Rothcomb looked down at his clothes, shoes, and hands, and suddenly felt sad.

After this round of atonement ceremony, if he walks out of the woods, will he be stinking against the wind?

I will never provoke the Deity Sect group again!Write it in the genealogy, tell future generations, and never mess with it again!
This group of good people got angry and made a fool of themselves. This is for real!

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