Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 580 What’s the problem?
Pearl turned her head back and forth in surprise.

They had clearly just walked a long way, but behind the torn pieces around them, what was revealed was the meeting hall of the Storm Church.

This is where bishops preached doctrine to ordinary believers and offered the simple sacrament of two small loaves of bread and a small cup of water.

As long as you have no ill will toward the Lord of Storms and are willing to show courtesy to this god, you can participate.

Although the living environment in this world is cruel, it is not that difficult to get enough food... After all, even the most intelligent lord would not prohibit his subjects from growing food crops in their own yards.

Moreover, most of the food crops have been improved by the Church of the Earth.

Although the wheat and rice that everyone likes to eat are not yet at the level where people can eat their fill, some giant melons and vegetables only require planting one or two plants, which can definitely fill the stomachs of ordinary people.

Of course, gigantism sacrifices the taste of the food itself. For example, pumpkin loses its sweetness and may even become bitter if you are not careful.

People who grow up eating only these foods must have poor physical fitness.

But this thing has been transformed into a perennial plant by the church, and the price of its seeds is only ten copper coins each, and it will almost never fail to grow unless it is watered with boiling or ice water.

People in the North don't eat this much, mainly because it can't survive the long winter here.

Anyway, there is no need to worry about not having enough land to reclaim in the North, as everyone still likes to grow food for human consumption.

Generally speaking, even if the lords did something bad, they would work their subjects to death rather than starve them to death.

After all, if civilians were suddenly faced with an irresistible crisis, they could go to the churches of the gods and pray for the Holy Communion.

Even if you go to a tiny church with only a small pastor, you will not be rejected, let alone be rejected because of different beliefs.

Besides, the bread was so bad that I'd rather eat pumpkin every day.

Come to think of it, this was advocated by the Lord of the Tower, who had not yet gone astray!
He believes that only relief food that is so unpalatable that people are only willing to eat it when they can't survive can truly save these poor people.

The gods also agreed with his statement... After all, even gods cannot easily produce real food that can satisfy the consumption of hundreds of thousands of people.

Two consecutive world crises have made the gods increasingly agree with this.

So, even though there were so many unexpected events later that most churches divided the hall into a front hall for relief and advocacy of doctrine, and a back hall where only true believers would go, this unpalatable sacrament was retained.

It’s just that the back hall will provide better food to its own believers… This is to give believers a sense of sharing in an era when people have no worries about food and clothing, rather than to feed them.

The main reason why the North doesn't pay much attention to the church is that ordinary people cannot grow plants during the long winter, so they must store enough food for their family to survive the winter before winter comes.

That already requires all your effort, so there is no time to go to church and watch the fun.

It is impossible for people to go to church to pray for those two small loaves of bread on a snowy day when you can't even see the road.

Those who actually enter Storm Church are basically devout believers who have something to ask of the church.

But a proper church would still be divided into two halls, front and back, according to tradition...even if the front hall would eventually only be used to receive messengers.

"No wonder they dared to bring this thing to the Storm Church." Looking at the antechamber that was revealed after the layers of red paper scraps were peeled off, Pearl smiled helplessly, "Priest Schroeder is really..."

Generally speaking, although there will definitely not be a statue of the Lord of Storms in the antechamber, there will at least be something representing him.

For example, a sculpture of a whirlwind with thunder hanging on it, or murals about storms covering the walls.

But here, perhaps because Priest Schroeder wanted to lure the enemy into the ravine, it was actually no different from the reception hall for the nobles.

The intricately carved murals were magnificent and beautiful, but they contained no storm power at all.

The group of enemies in front probably relied on this point to dare to play illusions in the church hall of the Lord of Storms.

Almes slowly put the threads back into his bracelet and turned his head to take a look: "Respected Lord of Storms, have you actually agreed to the request of Priest Schroeder?"

Toronto stared back at him expressionlessly, "What's the problem?"

Almes took a deep breath and gave the archmage, who spoke in a hostile tone, a gentle smile.

Lori Montez knows absolutely everything.

However, he could only figure it out on his own.

At this point, no one would doubt High Priest Schroeder's loyalty to the Lord of Storms.

Although his main purpose is to save the family's future.

However, he would rather use such a decisive way to save the relationship than throw himself into the arms of other gods... This is indeed quite admirable.

This is not just because he is smart enough to know that it will be worse if he makes the wrong choice, or because he is sufficiently wary of the evil god.

The fact that he could do those things proves that he didn't have it.

How many smart people would choose to deceive themselves just because of a little bit of unwillingness!

What is truly surprising is that the Lord of Storms accepted it all and carried it forward.

For example, the illusion in the front hall. He definitely has the ability to break it up the moment it appears.

But the Lord of Storms did nothing.

The reaction of the gods was so cold that it was unbelievable... All the gods were looking at the fire heading towards the Goddess of Darkness, and only the Lord of Knowledge offered up his unique artifact because of their past connection.

But it’s just a divine weapon.

Then, there was nothing.

The Dark Night Goddess also acted as if she was really fast asleep.

What is it for?
Damn it, it’s almost the end, why hasn’t he seen through the fog yet?

How did he choose... Oh... It seems that this place might suppress the strength of his soul and the constant emanation of, um, some nostalgia and call for the past?

Fate told him that this was the right place.

But fate thinks this place is better, isn't it because it is cut off from the entire multiverse, but... the gods here are all able to endure and hide, and each of them is a Riddler stronger than him? -
"Master Al! Miss Pearl!"

As the debris around the front hall peeled off to the bottom floor, several disheveled knights appeared behind them, calling out to their young master excitedly.

Almes, whose meditation was interrupted, looked at their tattered armor and their sweaty faces, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Pearl, however, observed their location and asked: "You, have you been standing still?"

Isn't that right next to the entrance?

"We moved, Miss Pearl." A 12th-level knight in his thirties answered, "And we kept running and dodging.

However, it is probably just a sensory movement, and in reality it has been standing still.”

Pearl then realized that her brother Almes was actually very strong.

And she is the one who holds them back.

Pearl was still puzzled as to why Almes, who was relatively familiar with this illusion, did not go looking for these lost men, but instead tried to find a way to break the formation first.

In theory, this approach is indeed more useful, but sometimes, it is not reasonable.

For example, related to life.

Ezra had always taught them... that it was a good thing to accomplish a goal as quickly as possible, but not at the expense of those who followed him.

It is not necessary to satisfy everyone with the results, and it does not mean that there can be no sacrifices at all, but it cannot be done just for the sake of being a little faster or a little better.

Such people are not worthy to be Ezra's children.

But this time, Almes chose to go straight to the result... obviously for her.

The level 12 knight in front of her was much stronger than Pearl, but he was still in such a mess... If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on here for too long.

"I'm sorry, brother," Pearl said softly, "I shouldn't have insisted on coming."

"It's okay." Almes gently touched her head, "I agreed to it myself!
And, Pearl, if I hadn't been sure, I certainly wouldn't have chosen this course of action.

In fact, they could have chased after us like Casimir did, but...something went wrong, right?"

The knight nodded neatly: "After we got together, we planned to follow the information left by Master Al.

But we were ambushed.”

"Do you know who it is?" Almes's seemingly calm face flickered with a hint of thunder and lightning. "I can't believe you guys even joined forces and couldn't stop him."

"Although he concealed his figure, I... suspect it was Baron Watson." The knight replied solemnly, "Moreover, his strength is stronger than that of an average level 16 knight."

"Just the strength has increased? Nothing else, right?
So, how does his power compare to Casimir's?"

The burly man standing at the front, who was leisurely opening his armor box, looked over curiously.

"That's still a long way off." The knight nodded to Casimir.

"That's fine." Almes waved his hand. "No wonder you guys were able to hold on together."

Although these were Ezra's men, Casimir, who had actually been following his father all these years, usually trained against them.

If Watson strengthened his other attributes, he might be able to cause some damage to these knights, but strength... How could someone who is used to being hit by mountains be afraid of a rock!
It's strange that someone who has felt the power of the Lord of Storms would choose the attribute of strength when given the chance?

Whose path does he want to follow?
Almes quickly remembered which family was known for its brute strength.

Montes.

The former Lord of the North and Watson's former benefactor.

(End of this chapter)