Chapter 191

Father Miller's church is located on a hillside,

The church is built of green bricks, covering an area of only more than 200 square meters. It is not as big as the prayer hall of an ordinary church, but it has a lot of style compared with the small wooden house a few months ago.

Although the church is small, it has a prayer hall, confession room, warehouse and priest's bedroom. Green bricks and black tiles, high spires and thick walls are not shabby, but exquisite.

The church was actually built by Victor. In addition to building the church, Victor also donated five wild boars and a little black bread to father Miller every month, and provided him with church attendants. Victor's kindness not only won father Miller's gratitude, but also made him respected by tens of thousands of workers. This was unexpected to victor. He just wanted to please father Miller. This also shows that the church's reputation among the people is so high and its foundation is so thick that it can hardly be shaken. Victor was a little worried about this. Without the consent of the church, his big regiment battle plan would only come to naught. Fortunately, Victor's imaginary enemy is the overwhelming ant man, and the church has always spared no effort to support the Lord in resisting alien invasion.

Many sheds were erected in the open space on the left and right sides of the church, which was the place where father Miller presided over charity. It was near the evening when the young workers were about to leave work for dinner. Dozens of young attendants raised a bonfire outside the shed. They put the divided pig bones and broken meat, together with wild celery, bean and round melon, into a big pot for cooking. Vic could smell the smell of broth from a distance.

These meat and bone soup are not distributed to everyone, but only for young children, pregnant women and patients. Although the church has a great family and cause, it is not stupid enough to give food to everyone. In fact, the church has a strict system of charity. In the case of no disaster and no harm, the church does not care for people over the age of 12. But if many people starve to death, the church will be arrogant and accountable to the Lord. As a last resort, the Lord often drove those lazy people away while donating food to the presiding priest. The presiding priest will also give the LORD some convenience in return.

According to common sense, the church's charity should be borne by the church, but father miller can apply for materials there, and his charity work depends on Victor's support. When the young attendants saw Victor, the "big gold Lord", coming with his escort, they came forward to salute.

"Where's father Miller?" Victor asked a young attendant.

"My Lord, the father is making medicine in the back. I'll go to him now." The young attendant said respectfully.

"No, you take me there." Said Victor.

Seeing his companion leading the way for Viscount Randall, the other young attendants showed envy. These teenagers were selected by Victor from the children of free people to serve as church attendants of father Miller.

Church attendants are assistants recruited by the presiding priest among the children of believers, mostly young girls over the age of 12 and under the age of 16.

It is the duty of church attendants to help priests maintain the operation of the church. They usually do some chores, such as cleaning, repairing the church, maintaining order, giving food and medicine, etc. These attendants are not paid, but they can get free food and clothing. The priest will teach them to read, at least read the Scriptures and copy scriptures. The church attendants also act as the priest's assistant in treating patients, so they also learn herbal medicine and medical knowledge.

The presiding priest can recommend two church attendants to the monastery for further study every year. Once they pass the examination of the monastery, they become real priests. The poor are keen to send their children to the church and serve as church attendants. Even if they do not get the priest's recommendation, they can learn valuable knowledge. It is easy to find a good job in the future.

Father Miller took office alone and did everything himself. He didn't recruit an assistant for a whole month. When Victor learned that father Miller was unable to support his attendants, he recruited people for him in the territory. The Liberals ran around and cheered, while the members of the work point system were indifferent. Most of the children of the vassal family will not serve as church attendants, even if they are also free citizens. In fact, vassals and church attendants are two different choices for civilians. One way goes straight to the nobility and the other to the clergy.

Although church attendants are the starting point for becoming priests, they also depend on the energy of the presiding priest. The church has developed for more than 7000 years. There are many internal factions. The relatives and children of the clergy, mentors and students have already formed various complex relationships, making the church bloated. Victor suspected that the church would have collapsed if the first Pope had not established the glorious code. Although the glorious code is unbreakable, any priest who dares to step on the red line will be knocked down. But it is also very difficult for a civilian priest like Miller, who has no background and no contacts, to recommend several attendants to study the clergy.

These young attendants are well aware of their own situation. Although they can't become vassals, with the knowledge they have learned, it's also a good way to open an herbal shop in Randall and treat people's diseases and wounds. Therefore, they all want to make a good impression on victor.

The attendant carefully led Victor to the back of the church. Just as he was about to greet father Miller, Victor stopped him.

"You go down first."

The attendant bowed away and Victor went to father Miller, who was concentrating on making medicine.

There is also a shed behind the chapel. Several church attendants are busy under the shed. They classify, grind and extract the juice of various herbs and put them into different containers. An old man in a coarse linen robe puts the juice into smaller pottery. This old man is father Miller.

Father Miller is not handsome, short and thin, with wrinkles on his face. His appearance and temperament are completely an old farmer, but his way of dispensing medicine is awesome. Every time father Miller prepared a small pot of medicine, he brushed his hand over the mouth of the pot. The white golden light reflected into the pot from his fingers. Then he went to prepare another pot of medicine, and the girl attendant next to him sealed the mouth of the pot with a wooden plug in a pious manner.

The alchemists under Victor's command can recognize nearly 3000 kinds of plants and can prepare hundreds of potions with different functions. Their effects are much stronger than ordinary potions, but they are much worse than those configured by father Miller. In addition, alchemists will not configure drugs to treat diseases, because alchemists can't use them at all. Father Miller used only the most common herbs, but the effect was almost omnipotent. I'm afraid the gap lies in the application of divination.

Victor stood outside the shed for a moment, and several attendants who dispensed medicine saluted him, but father Miller was unaware. Victor coughed and said, "good day, father Miller."

Father Miller looked up blankly. When he saw Victor, the old priest said with a trace of embarrassment in surprise, "Lord Randall, you're here. Oh, Lord Randall, good day."

Miller was originally an honest farmer. When he faced the nobility, he was not as free and easy as other clergy. On the contrary, he was somewhat submissive and would not talk about the Lord of glory. Victor and Miller had been dating for some time, and he knew something about his temper and temperament.

"Father Miller, I haven't seen you for a few days. You've made a lot of potions."

In the corner of the shed, there are more than 100 sealed small pottery pots, all of which are made medicine. Father Miller looked at the pottery pot and the herbs on the other side, and said in embarrassment: "Sir, I have done a lot recently, but I guarantee that the herbs are collected separately, and the quantity of herbs can be restored next year."

"It doesn't matter. You haven't used as much herbs as wild boars. Now the number of wild boars has been reduced a lot. Collecting this herb won't have an impact on the territory." Victor smiled and comforted and asked, "father, there are still a lot of potions left in the last batch. Why do you make so many“

"That's good, that's good."

The old priest breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "it's time to harvest crops, and the cold water season is not far away. I can make more medicine to help those weak believers through the difficult water season."

More than 10000 people gathered here to do hard work, which will inevitably lead to death and injury. Moreover, they are short of food and clothing. In the face of the declining season of all things, those old and weak will be eliminated first. Victor has nothing to do about this. He must first ensure the stability of his people. As for the survival of these people, Victor has tried his best. But the old priest seems to have the intention to leave Think, this is not what Victor wants to see. Miller is his scheduled presiding priest.

"Father Miller, Randall collar will have a big harvest. I want to invite you to preside over the harvest celebration of Randall collar. What do you think?" Victor asked tentatively.

Presiding over the harvest celebration is the duty of the chief priest of the territory. During the celebration, the priest will guide the people to thank the Lord of glory for his gift, so as to more devoutly believe in the Lord of glory, which is also an important achievement of the presiding priest. Miller has never presided over the harvest celebration. Victor's invitation made him a little excited, but he said dejectedly: "Well, I'm afraid I can't be the Lord. I just came here temporarily to preside over the educational administration here. The church will soon send brothers to take over my work."

right enough!

Victor frowned and said, "the people here need you. Other priests don't use magic... HMM."

The church forbids priests from abusing divination. In fact, it forbids free treatment, but victor often sees Miller healing people with divination. He even uses divination to strengthen the effect of medicine, which is definitely a serious violation.

Miller smiled awkwardly. Victor simply said, "the population of Randall's collar is about to exceed 7000. As a rule, I can apply to the church for a territorial presiding priest. I want you to be the presiding priest of Randall's collar. I will try to persuade the church to agree. What do you think?"

Miller was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "forget it. I'm just a secondary priest with limited ability and can't perform the duty of redemption. These believers need a competent presiding priest, who can apply for more assistance. You and Baron finicos also need the support of the church."

Victor wanted to talk to Miller about the wizard, but he didn't expect father Miller to leave. Seeing the scheduled duck flying away from the table, Victor was in a hurry.

"Father Miller, with all due respect. You have a noble soul. If you want to help more people, you should try your best to win a higher position, rather than let other priests pick your fruit."

"Your Excellency has a point." Miller nodded in agreement, but before Victor could be happy, he said, "but I still can't promise you."

What is a saint, regardless of personal gain and loss, adhere to the faith in the heart is the saint, and Miller is the saint! Victor understood that no matter how many people there were, Miller would say goodbye to Randall. But what happens if you change a priest? Priests are not civilians without knowledge and backing. They are scholars and extraordinary, and there are powerful forces behind them. Those alchemists who have no father, no mother, no wife, no son, no desire, and extraordinary strength will inevitably attract the attention of the priest. Unless the population of Randall territory is large enough to cover up the traces of alchemists, there will be big trouble.

Miller was born as a farmer with limited knowledge and low status in the church. His report to his superiors was either shelved or thrown into the dustbin. He was the best person to preside over Randall's educational administration!

I'm afraid I can't do without some blood!

Victor touched the purple gold coin that had not yet covered the heat, gritted his teeth and said, "these people are also the children of Baron finicos. I am an ally of the York family. I will never sit idly by and watch the children of the allies have no food and clothing. Let's go!"

"My Lord, I hear you and the York family are very poor... What are you going to do?" The old priest whispered.

"I have private money!" Victor has a bitter mouth, but he looks cool.

"Your Excellency, you are a generous and kind Lord. The Lord of glory will protect you!"

"Shouldn't it be said that the great lord of glory bless you?"

"Er... I think the Lord of glory will protect the merciful and generous Lord!"

Victor sighed and decided to talk to father Miller about wizards.

"Father, have you seen a wizard?"

"No!" Miller said firmly.

"I've seen witches purified in Heibao town. I'm worried that these devil's children will harm my people. Does the church have any preventive measures against this?" Victor asked expectantly.

Miller said, "you can hold magic detection prayers to identify wizards."

"Can you hold such a ceremony?"

"Yes! But it takes a lot of white crystal to hold magic detection prayer, and wizards don't use magic, and magic detection prayer can't find them from ordinary people. Therefore, we will hold magic detection prayer ceremony only after we find the traces of magic."

Frustrated, Victor asked reluctantly, "is there no other way to identify it?"

"There are no other identification methods, at least I don't know." Miller shook his head, thought again and again, and continued, "but..."

Victor hurriedly asked, "but what?"

"But there are ways to resist witchcraft!"

Victor was overjoyed. He could not make complaints about the old man's big gasp. He asked eagerly: "what method?"

"Sir, do you have purple gold coins?" Miller looked left and right and asked mysteriously.

Is this blackmail? Victor was disgusted in his heart, but he honestly handed over a purple gold coin.

The old priest took the purple gold coin, wiped it back and forth with his sleeve, looked carefully, put it in his mouth and bit it. Finally, he asked, "is it true? When I saw the purple gold coin for the first time, I felt different from kinsol."

"Really!" Victor said expressionless.

"Really good." With that, Miller returned the purple gold coin to victor.

"Sir, as long as you take this purple gold coin with you, the wizard can't help you!"

"Why?" Victor asked in amazement.

"Sir, there is a mountain on the front seal of the purple gold coin, and there is the sun in the upper right corner of the mountain. This mountain is the holy mountain of light, and the sun is the kingdom of God. The purple gold coin is the emblem of our Lord, which can resist the harm of wizards." Miller explained.

"So purple gold coin or amulet?! I thought the front represented the supremacy of divine power and the back represented the power of the kingdom." Victor murmured, "is this the secret means of the church against Wizards?"

"Of course it's not a secret means! I've known it since I was a child, my parents know it, and everyone in our village knows it. Adult, you can ask any farmer, and I'm sure he knows it!" Father Miller vowed.

Victor: "

After a long time, it turned out to be a farmer's rumor! Nima's, an old stick. Victor wanted to cry without tears. He didn't give up and asked, "are you sure this isn't what the church told you?"

"Do you need a church to tell me what everyone knows?" Father Miller looked at Victor puzzled.

Victor twitched at the corners of his mouth, handed the purple gold coin to father Miller again and said, "please show a magic skill on the purple gold coin."

"Why?"

Why else? A dead horse should be a living horse doctor! Victor pondered for a moment and said hesitantly, "I admire the great lord of glory, but I am a noble after all... You know most nobles are not pious enough, I think... If there is a divine skill on it, maybe... It will work..."

Father Miller's face turned positive and became sacred and solemn.

"Child, believe it or not, he is there."