Don't call me evil god

Chapter 133 Refugees
A large number of refugees collected materials such as wood boards and gravel outside the city of Ceylon and built temporary huts that could neither block wind nor rain, were cool in winter and warm in summer, had good lighting on all sides, and were fully ventilated.

These people are in a much worse situation than the homeless people in Green Harbor!
At least there is a church in Greenport that provides relief food. In addition, some big businessmen in the upper town also hold regular charity events in the lower town.

Because Carolan Lagan has established a city hall policy, the cost of the donation can offset the business transaction tax collected by the city hall!

Many of the homeless people in Greenport have lost all their properties or even been burdened with heavy debts due to extortion by gangs or fraud by unscrupulous businessmen. With no hope of turning their lives around, they simply beg on the streets. At least they can get free food and at least they won't starve to death.

There is no similar situation in Ceylon City.

The refugees here are real refugees.

Even basic food and clothing are difficult to guarantee.

Pale and thin is not enough to describe their condition. Just from what Lena saw at a glance, many people were half-lying listlessly in the shade, avoiding the scorching sun, with dull eyes, as if their souls had left their bodies.

"No one is helping these refugees?" Miranda was also a little bit unbelievable.

What she saw and heard in the lower town of Green Harbor was shocking enough, not to mention this time, seeing with her own eyes the large groups of refugees struggling to make ends meet in the shacks gathered outside the city, Miranda was simply shocked.

Gale, who was familiar with the Ceylon region, shook his head helplessly:

"I helped, but it didn't work."

"The refugee issue has been the same in Ceylon for many years."

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be that a nearby village was attacked by monsters, causing the farmland to be destroyed."

Where monsters stay for a long time, the land will be polluted and the crops grown there will become deformed.

To remove this pollution, one must either wait for the monsters to retreat and the chaotic atmosphere to slowly dissipate, or ask the deacons of the Harvest Church to use divine magic to ask the gods to bless the land.

The effect of the harvest spell is very powerful. In addition to being able to dispel polluted land, it also has optional effects such as increasing crop yields or shortening growth time.

But the number of deacons who can cast divine spells is limited.

There are too many people and too few land to take care of all the arable land.

"Once their fields are destroyed, they will continue to stay at home without income or food, which is the real way to die. They will go to surrounding towns to become refugees, begging and scavenging, and survive for half a year or a year until the pollution on their own land dissipates and they have a chance to go back and resume farming."

Gale thought for a moment and added:
Miranda was speechless.

She didn't ask such stupid questions as why these refugees were not allowed to enter the city but were stopped outside the city.

The monster attacks are accompanied by the pollution of the evil god's aura. Not only is the land polluted, but these refugees are also potential "sources of pollution."

Putting it in the city means that the entire town is likely to be contaminated by the evil god.

It was already considered lenient that they were allowed to build huts not far outside the city.

……

Pete suddenly spoke quietly:

"Actually... maybe there is a way to help these refugees now."

Gail was startled.

He and Pete both grew up in Ceylon, and the refugee problem has not improved over the years.

It’s not that they don’t want to help, but they simply can’t help enough and they can’t help at all.

The refugees are almost all pure farmers who can do almost nothing except farming and simple physical and manual work.

The number of odd jobs such as hard labor or handyman work in Ceylon is limited, and it is impossible to meet the job needs of so many refugees.

It is unrealistic to expect to cultivate their skills.

According to the church, the threat of evil gods is almost everywhere in the continent of Prentis. Almost all jobs with a bit of technical content require faith in the corresponding gods and their approval.

For example, if one wants to be a blacksmith apprentice, one must at least establish faith in Gunnir, the god of forging, and receive his blessing. Otherwise, without the protection of the gods during the forging process, the quality of the product will be extremely poor.

Mr. Moni, who runs a tavern in Green Harbor, also has faith in Dieutho, the god of wine, and blessings from the gods, which enables him to brew beer with a unique flavor instead of a bunch of sour and unpleasant products.

The reason why these refugees are pure farmers is that they have tried to believe in most gods, but in the end only the god of harvest and food, who almost accepts everyone, is willing to bless them.

Trying to help them is equivalent to supporting a group of farmers who have lost their farmland.

The cost required is a bottomless pit that can never be filled. Hundreds or even thousands of mouths are waiting to be fed every day, and no one can save them.

Pete continued:
"The God of Knowledge is different from the gods of the New Huili era. He will guide his believers equally."

“If their prayers to the God of Knowledge are answered, perhaps the Lord will show them the direction to save themselves?”

Pete's idea immediately reminded everyone.

"Yeah!" Brandon also responded, "At least it would make it easier for them to scavenge!"

"As expected of Mr. Pete," Reina asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling, "What should we do? Should we preach to them directly?"

Pete and Gale shook their heads almost at the same time.

"No! No!"

"Can't!"

Pete pointed in the direction of the dark forest in the east and explained to Reina: "This place is different from Green Harbor."

"Greenport is actually a very free city. As long as you are not an evil god, no one will care who you preach to or which god's beliefs you preach."

"The Ceylon Territory is different. It's too close to the Dark Forest. The evil god's corrupted followers and monsters are entrenched in the east."

"If a heretic spreads dangerous doctrines here and attracts the attention of the evil god, the destruction of the town would be the least of its consequences."

"Therefore, only the Church of God that has been recognized by the Glorious God Church can set up churches in towns, spread doctrines, and recruit believers."

"If any problem is discovered in a person's private preaching, he will be treated as a follower of the evil god!"

"As for the God of Knowledge..."

Reina hummed uncomfortably.

She also remembered what the mysterious Mr. Bahamut said in Green Harbor.

The gods of the Old World may not be detectable by the magic of the new Huili gods.

It is almost impossible to obtain the recognition of the Church of the Glowing God from a procedural perspective. They are lucky enough not to be labeled as a sect that believes in evil gods.

"However, it's not completely impossible."

Pete hesitated for a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, and said slowly:
"In fact, there is another way to gain the recognition of the Kingdom and the Church of the Radiant God."

Reina was stunned: "What method?"

Pete uttered six words seriously:

"The Exploration Nobility Act!"

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(End of this chapter)