Heart of the Castle

Chapter 292 The Visitor of the Earth Temple

Flandara's golden face shines on the earth, and the Viscountdom ushered in a rare sunny day. The bright sunshine sprinkled on the fields and forests, driving away all the darkness without a trace, and even the half-withered grass in the hills disappeared. Revealing a trace of vitality, trembling and swaying half green and half yellow leaves in the wind.

In the fields of a farm close to the Dusk Forest, more than a dozen farmers are working hard.The weather has not been very good a few days ago, either cloudy or light snowfall, they want to harvest the last crop of oats from the field this year, and then take advantage of this rare good weather to dry and thresh.

In previous years, this would have been impossible, because it was already the beginning of winter, and although the land hadn't been completely frozen, the temperature at night had already dropped below freezing point after several snowstorms.Although oats are a relatively cold-resistant crop, they will probably be completely frozen to death by the frost at night.

However, the oats in the field are now growing very well. The brown ears of wheat hang low and the seeds are full. Although a thin layer of frost has condensed on the stalks, there is no sign of frostbite.The experienced older farmers leaned over, brushed the scythe, and cut the flakes of oats to the ground; the younger farmers were responsible for bundling the oats on the ground, and then carried them to the ground. place.The air is filled with the unique strong aroma of wheat stalks. Seeing the harvested fruits gradually piling up, the farmers are very happy, and even the hard work of harvesting seems not so tiring.

"Father Ruhr, it's almost noon, let's take a rest!"

Hearing the sound, Farmer Ruhr put down the sickle in his hand, straightened up and looked in the direction of the sound, and found a little girl who was not yet an adult running from the road, carrying a big and heavy basket.

There was a kind smile on Papa Ruhr's face. As he walked out of the oatmeal field, he beat his sore waist with his fist. "Stop for a while, everyone." The old man's hoarse voice sounded, "Eat and drink, and rest for a while, so that you can do better work in the afternoon."

Let Papa Ruhr say this, those farmers who were buried in harvesting oats put down their work and stood up straight. They wiped the sweat from their faces and looked at the fruits of labor piled up on the edge of the field, showing exhaustion on their faces. Another gratified smile.

"Lovely Alyssa, what's delicious for lunch today?" A young farmer who looked like he had just grown up and had not yet shaved his lips yelled, staring at the big basket in the little girl's hand.

"Brother Ah Dang, you are the one who is greedy." The little girl's face was flushed with sweat, and she replied as she walked towards the wheat field. "There are black bread, vegetable soup, some yogurt and cabbage, and yes, there are sausages stuffed with minced meat and mashed garlic." She looked into the basket proudly, and reported the names of all the food.

"Garlic sausage? Good Father God, how did you get this thing?" Papa Ruhr asked in surprise, the flint in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"It was sent by the lord. It is said that every manor that snatches oats has a share." Alyssa replied, walking over staggeringly.

"Which Lord Lord? Is it Lord Templeton?"

"Your family's red forehead is not so kind." Another farmer curled his lips and said, "In my opinion, it must be someone sent by Master Li Wei."

"Of course, Master Li Wei is the most kind-hearted lord...Alesha, be careful!" Father Ruhr just brought the pipe to his mouth, wanting to take a good puff, when his face suddenly turned pale, Then he rushed towards the dazed little girl like a wounded bull.

The next moment, the neighing of the horse and the screaming of the people sounded at the same time. Papa Ruhr rolled Alesha into the field on one side, and the big lunch basket fell to the ground, and all the food inside spilled out.Immediately afterwards, the two horseshoes fell heavily, crushing the basket and the contents inside. If Papa Ruhr was a little slower or hesitated a little, I am afraid that the fate of the little girl Alesha would not be better than that of the basket. How many.

Seeing this horrifying scene, the farmers couldn't help roaring, grabbing sickles, flails and pitchforks with their thick and powerful arms, and rushed out of the field one after another, blocking the road tightly.

Those riders who almost hurt people didn't mean to panic. They looked coldly at the villagers who surrounded them, and stretched out their hands from the khaki robes, showing their dark warhammers and large shields of the same color. A shield is inlaid with an icosahedron pattern in obsidian, which does not reflect light at all under the sun.Their eyes were gloomy and indifferent, and the warhammer was shaking menacingly in their hands, as if they could smash the heads of those overwhelmed bumpkins in front of them at any time.

If the terrible scene just now hadn't happened, these farmers would have been scared to step back, but now the anger has completely expelled the fear from these people's bodies, especially the young and vigorous A'Dang, his eyes are so beautiful. In the blood-red light.

"Get out of the way, country bumpkin." The leading rider said in a low voice, "otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

"You almost trampled a little girl to death just now! Didn't you see?" Ah Dang shouted, "Get off the horse! Apologize to us!"

The rest of the farmers also shook their hands and clamored.

"Yes, sorry! Sorry!"

"If you don't apologize, don't even think about leaving!"

A trace of irritable anger flashed in the eyes of the leading man on horseback, "Just by you country bumpkins? If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately!" As he spoke, he straightened his body from the horseback, and pointed the warhammer in his right hand towards He knocked hard on his shield and made a dull sound.

He was answered by the sound of spitting, and Adam was the first to hold the scythe in his arms, spitting on his calloused palm, and then ominous voices came from every farmer's mouth , They clenched the weapons that were originally agricultural tools, and then took a deep breath, with fierce and unyielding rays of light blooming in their eyes.

Just when the two sides were about to clash, two voices came from different directions.

"Stop! Get out of the way, Alyssa is fine!"

"Brother Kasadir, what do you want to do? Put down your weapons!"

When Papa Ruhr, whose head was covered with oat stalks and blades of grass, climbed up from the field holding Alyssa, a horse-drawn carriage came behind those riders. The burly man with the hooded cloak came angrily and snatched the hammer from the man called Brother Kasadir.

"Who allowed you to use the sacred weapon bestowed by my lord Cageno on the common people?" The voice of the big man was extremely dull, like the roar of the cracks in the earth. "Brother Kasadir, have you forgotten the teachings of our Lord?"

"Your Excellency, Deputy Commander Jerome, these country bumpkins who don't understand dignity blocked our way first!" Kasadir replied in a rigid voice, "Since they are blocking the sacred mission entrusted to us by our lord, they are enemies. Not civilians!"

"It was you galloping on the road and almost trampled a little girl to death!" Adam screamed like an enraged bull, the scythe in his hand shaking loudly. "We just asked him to get off his horse and apologize, but he was going to answer us with an iron lump in his hand."

Hearing Adam's merciless denunciation, Cassadir's eyes suddenly showed a menacing light, and the thick eyebrows of the deputy head of Jerome also raised. "Brother Kasadir's actions are certainly wrong, but the Giant Mountain Knight will not dismount and apologize." The beard on Jerome's lips trembled, and he said every word: "Even for sins that need to be paid for with blood the same."

"Adang, shut up." Father Ruhr, who was holding Alyssa, struggled to climb up the field ridge. When he rolled down just now, he only paid attention to protecting the little girl in his arms, and even scratched his arms and the rough leather coat. There were several openings, and dark red blood came out, but Father Ruhr didn't take this into consideration, but walked anxiously in front of the horsemen, bowed his head to greet them and said: "Dear knights, just now the farmer I am ignorant and offended everyone, please don’t take offense.”

"Papa Ruhr..." Adam showed a puzzled expression on his face, but the other farmers immediately flinched, showing panic and anxiety.

"Shut up! Adam, do you want to cause disaster for everyone?" Father Ruhr reprimanded sharply.

The carriage that had been behind suddenly opened the side door, and then an old man in a plain khaki robe stepped out of the carriage. This old man looked to be at least 70 years old, with a hunched waist, and seemed to be covered in hair all over his body. The khaki dust, whether it is hair, beard or eyebrows, is covered with a layer of indelible yellow.

However, when the old man appeared, both Deputy Head Jerome and Brother Casadir showed expressions of respect, and then immediately got off their horses and saluted the old man.

"Your Excellency Bishop Bomano, you deserve death for letting these worldly things alarm you," Brother Casadir said loudly, bowing.

"I didn't come here for worldly things, Brother Casadeer." The old man's voice was so low that everyone had to hold their breath to hear him clearly when he spoke. "But I have heard the argument between you and these secular brothers just now. Since the fault is on your side, you have to apologize to them, and even use your wealth to make up for them. As for you," he turned to Deputy Chief Jerome and said: "This is not Giant Rock City, or even the parish of the God of the Earth, so please don't use the temple's regulations to replace the secular laws."

"Yes, His Excellency Bishop Bomano." Deputy Head Jerome replied loudly.Immediately afterwards, Kasadir nodded reluctantly, then grinned at Father Ruhr and the others with a half-smile, grabbed a handful of silver coins from under the cloak and stuffed them.

"Just now, it was me..." He said in a stiff voice, "The compensation is for you, take it."

Adam was still a little aggrieved, but Papa Ruhr moved his body to block him, put down Alesha in his arms, and took the silver coins respectfully with both hands. "Thank you noble knights and lords." He bowed low and said, and then motioned for others to bow together.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, thinking that the matter had been completely resolved, then his eyes fell on the field that had just been harvested by more than half, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he took two steps towards Papa Ruhr.

"Secular elders, may my lord Caggino bless your field forever. In such cold weather, it can still grow such good crops?"

"No, this is not my field. All the fields here belong to Lord Knight Templeton's estate, and I'm just his farmhand." Father Ruhr replied respectfully.

"Then, my lord Caggino is obviously very fond of this gentleman knight," Bishop Bomano said.

"The God of the Earth doesn't just care about Lord Templeton." Ardan couldn't help interjecting, "All the fields in the entire Viscounty are planted with oats, and they are all harvested during this time."

Bishop Bomano pointed to the sheaves of oats piled on the ground, "Are these places also planted with this crop? If so, secular elders, please go and bring me some ears of wheat."

"Of course, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Father Ruhr said, and quickly went to the farmland to carry a large bundle of oats and came back, then selected a few of the most plump ears of wheat, and sent them to Bomano with both hands before the bishop.

Bishop Bomano expressed his thanks with a smile, then took the ears of wheat and observed them carefully.Perhaps because of the gods they believe in, every priest of the Earth Temple can be regarded as a qualified agricultural and mining expert, and Bishop Bomano is certainly no exception.As the main food crop grown in the north, oats are of course no stranger to him. Just after looking at it, Bishop Bomano nodded slightly.

Even by the most stringent standards, these wheat ears can be called first-class quality: the grains are full, the ear shape is standard, and if you smell it carefully, there is a special aroma, which is only the freshest The oatmeal just comes out.

Bishop Bomano gently rubbed one of the ears of wheat with his fingers. The hard outer shell of the oats did not seem to exist in his hands, revealing a little yellowish oat kernels inside. "Good color," he said, "after full light and nourishment from the earth." Then he put the grains of wheat in his mouth, closed his eyes and savored the taste.

"Inside these wheat grains..." Bishop Bomano opened his eyes suddenly, and then blurted out with unconcealable surprise. "It actually contains a little... the divine power of my lord Caggino!"

This sentence alarmed the other people in the carriage, and a few more people came down, two of them were middle-aged men in the prime of life, wearing a robe similar to that of Bishop Bomano, but missing a yellow line on the cuff The person who got out of the carriage at the end was even older than Bishop Bomano, and he looked like a stone statue carved from a khaki-colored stone, his movements were stiff and inconvenient, and he needed the support of two other people to normalize walk.

"Bishop Bomano, what did you just say?" the oldest old man asked impatiently as soon as he got off the carriage.

"Your Excellency, Vice Archbishop Beria, look at these oats!" Bishop Bomano walked over a few steps and handed the ears of wheat to the old man. The old man's skinny palm touched the ears of wheat, trembling slightly stand up.

"That's right, it's...really...my lord...the power of God Kagino..." His aging body trembled like a dead leaf in the cold wind, but he still raised his trembling hands and chanted loudly Rise: "Praise be to my lord Caggino..."

"Praise my lord Caggino, the earth is supported by a thick chest, and the trumpet of abundance is your voice, sound, and the golden autumn will appear in a moment!" With the cooperation of many men who are accustomed to singing prayers, it is like a burst of sound coming from the depths of the earth, which is pleasant to the ear and has an indescribably majestic and heavy feeling.

When the singing sounded, all the villagers, including Adam, who had been aggrieved all the time, lowered their heads sincerely, and offered their respect and prayers to the god Kagino who carried the majesty of the earth.Of course, many people secretly added an object of prayer in their hearts at the same time, and that object was not a high-ranking god, but the young and heroic Lord Li Wei.

After the Lord's Prayer fell silent, the eyes of the vice archbishop of Beria were still shining with tears. He pressed the ears of wheat on his chest devoutly, closed his eyes and felt it silently for a while, and then again He opened his mouth and said, "Bishop Bomano, and other brothers and children, this is a miracle... a real miracle! The God of the Earth has... blessed this land!"

"Yes, there is indeed the power of the God of the Earth in this land." Bishop Bomano replied, "But Your Excellency, the Vice Archbishop, we cannot be so simple. This is the blessing of my lord Cageno." .Because there are also some blasphemers who can steal the power of our Lord and forge something similar to a miracle."

"The blasphemer who stole the divine power of our lord is unforgivable!" one of the senior priests supporting the vice archbishop of Beria said loudly.

"Yes, there is indeed such a possibility. Brothers, I was too excited just now." Deputy Archbishop Beria lowered his eyelids, looking tired and old, "Bishop Bomano, whether it is the blessing of our Lord or Stealed by the blasphemer, these ears of wheat that contain the divine power of our lord warm my body, and I hope to use them to fill the vacant space of this carriage."

"Of order, Your Excellency the Vice Archbishop." Bishop Bomano bowed deeply, then turned around and said to Papa Ruhr: "Secular brothers, please sell these oats out of devotion to the God of the Earth, we You can buy it at ten times the market price, okay?"

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, please take it and use it. These oats do not belong to us, but I can guarantee that Lord Templeton, the lord of this field, will also be happy to get this opportunity to serve the Temple of the Earth!" Lu Father Er bowed again and again, and then asked the farmers to carry the oats from the field in bundles, and piled them on the ground.

Bishop Bomano once again expressed his gratitude, but he didn't think this kind of measure was so generous. In his mind, the actions of these farmers could only be described as generally pious, so when he hurriedly left, he didn't look at the See the strange gleam in Papa Ruhr's eyes.

Seeing the group of people in khaki cloaks protecting the carriage and rushing forward, Adam's face showed anger again. He slapped the ground fiercely, and said angrily: "Lu Father Er, these people are not good people, they almost trampled little Alyssa to death just now, why didn't you take this opportunity to snatch some silver coins from their hands?"

There was a wry smile on Papa Ruhr's weathered face, "Adang, those people's money is not so easy to get, and I'm worried..." He shook his head again at this point, "Probably not, after all, the Temple of the Earth His reputation has always been very good, but..." Papa Ruhr's eyes flashed a struggling expression, and finally he sighed, patted Adam on the shoulder and said, "I'm still a little worried, let's do it, wait a minute You ride my old horse, take Alyssa to meet the lord, and tell him exactly what happened just now, hoping to help him."

"Lord Lord?" Adam scratched his hair hesitantly, "You mean Lord Templeton?"

"Of course not, it's Master Levi Ston." Father Ruhr said, "Our red-headed master is not so trustworthy."

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