Chapter 53: Visiting the Agricultural God Church in Yemei Town

"Where are we going, Soye?" Lady Moya, riding on the same grassland horse as the herbalist, gripped the horse's mane nervously, her tone filled with unease and trepidation as she asked her husband behind her.

"First to Caimen Inn; Sir Jier's team is currently camping in the backyard of Caimen Inn. Uh, I and..." He paused for a moment: "I and the girl I've met in these years, as well as the child I have with her, are currently staying at the camp temporarily."

"Don't be angry, Moya, listen to me explain."

Lady Moya reached out and covered Zuojigela's mouth: "No need to explain, you said this before. These days I have been worrying that you wouldn't come to find me, but instead leave with that new wife of yours. But you came to find me after all, didn't you? And you even brought this young lord ahead of time."

She leaned back comfortably against the broad and familiar chest behind her, a look of relief on her face: "You came to find me and take me away; I am already very satisfied. As for what to do in the future, you have always been a man with ideas. I will listen to you, but no matter what, you cannot leave me and the child behind again."

"I won't, I swear! May the gods bear witness, I will never leave my Moya and Baomusi again from now on. We will always be together, neither wind, snow, nor rain shall separate us, until the day of death." Zuojigela extended his finger and made a vow to the sky.

In this other world, people rarely made vows to the gods casually, because the gods truly existed in the world. Although it was highly likely that the gods would not respond to these vows, at least in the fables passed down in life, those who broke their vows often met a miserable end in the stories, and it was highly probable that it was the punishment for the vow they had originally made.

And in the legends of some bards, the protagonists of those stories also honestly kept the oaths they had made, because if one did not keep their oath, the protagonist of the story could hardly be called a hero.

"Let's go to the camp to settle down first, and prepare two sets of sleeping bags or bedding needed for travel for you, as well as several sets of clothes suitable for traveling. In the afternoon, I will find a way to purchase a carriage large enough to put you all on it and travel together with Knight Jier's team."

The herbalist Zuojigela explained.

"Travel together? I heard that there are terrifying monsters everywhere outside. They kill people, eat people, and will burrow into human bodies, occupying our bodies and consciousness!" Moya had clearly heard about the things outside the town as well.

"My lady, that is exactly why we are here. However, your departure will have to wait a few days. Before I and Bell-Sasi's people clear out those parasitic monsters, or at least destroy the nests from which they keep emerging, the non-combatant members of the team will remain at Caimen Inn. My lady, after we arrive there in a moment, please do not be too surprised; at least many of those Dwarfs there have a good relationship with your husband." Jier rode in front, slowing his horse's pace to answer Lady Moya's doubts.

As for the kid Baomusi, this was the first time in his life he had ridden on such a mighty and majestic warhorse. Seeing the slightly lowered, fearful expressions of the people around them as they looked over, he was uncontrollably excited.

After all, he was a thin, small boy who was always bullied by the merchant's children at home; he had never experienced such a cool experience before. They rode their horses through the center of the road in Yemei Town, and whether it was the pedestrians walking in a hurry or the Town Guards holding Long Spears, they all kept their distance and showed respect to their group.

He hugged the neck of the horse, which was covered in horse armor made of Tianxuecao, and muttered to himself: "I must have such a powerful big horse in the future! I must own such a tall horse! I must have such a..."

Jier heard the child's muttering, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. This child still didn't understand that what truly made people fearful and respectful was not the horse, but the person riding the horse.

Patting his head in passing, Jier said to Baomusi in a low voice: "Grow up healthy, there will be such a day."

The child shuddered violently; the panic of being overheard while whispering to himself made him freeze, but there was no mockery or bullying, only a large hand gently stroking his hair.

This made him slowly relax and look again at the surrounding pedestrians and the streets of Yemei Town. His mother rarely let him go out to play in the past; after all, besides being an agricultural center, Yemei Town was also a mineral dye trading hub. There were many foreign merchants and travelers here, and some small, unscrupulous caravans would occasionally lure half-grown children to join them, or directly 'moonlight' in some illegal human trafficking.

Children running around on the streets would often disappear for no reason and could never be found. Therefore, mothers in Yemei Town usually kept a very close eye on their children. The villages outside the town were different, because there were fewer outsiders and it was not easy for people to go missing, so the children in the Village were often much wilder.

After returning to Caimen Inn, Lady Moya was indeed surprised by the Dwarfs in the camp who were a head shorter than her, but fortunately, she didn't say anything strange to annoy the Dwarfs, and she discovered that her husband had a very good relationship with these Dwarfs who spoke the Human language fluently. Along the way, Dwarfs kept greeting the herbalist, which made it difficult for her to pass judgment on these Dwarfs.

After all, it was said that it was these Dwarfs who had trapped her husband for ten years, preventing him from returning to Yemei Town for a long time, which also indirectly led to her miserable life over these years.

But the friendly greetings of these Dwarfs one by one, and their respect for her husband, made her unable to understand all of this.

Zuojigela saw Lady Moya's doubts and explained simply: "This is very complicated behind the scenes. It's not something that can be explained in a sentence or two. I will explain the events of these years to you in detail tonight. You will understand then."

And next was the meeting between the herbalist Soye-Zuojigela's two 'current' wives. Jier didn't dare to watch this scene that was bound to be a storm of blood, so he dropped off the little kid Baomusi early and ran away, and when the herbalist called him several times, he ran off without looking back.

"Sorry! Sorry! Look at the time, I have to go to the Agricultural God Church in town to pick up the Priests who are joining the combat team. You try your best on your end! I've already helped you bring the people back, don't cause any more trouble!"

Jier's voice quickly faded away, leaving only the cold-sweat-covered Zuojigela behind. But sticking one's head out is a blade, and pulling it back is also a blade; he couldn't avoid this ordeal today.

Jier rode his horse and asked a few passing Town Guards on the road, and soon found the Agricultural God Church in the center of the town.

The area here was not small, but it was not the kind of church building with towering walls built all around. Because many agriculture-based villages outside the town followed the Agricultural God, when these villagers came to Yemei Town for business, they would all come to the Agricultural God Church. Therefore, although the backyard of the Yemei Town Agricultural God Church was still a closed and quiet building for serving the god, the front of the church consisted of some open-style buildings, which not only had buildings for receiving believers from outside the town but also buildings for promoting and teaching agricultural techniques.

Of course, at this time, naturally, no one had the heart to learn any advanced agricultural techniques from other places, and the Priests didn't have the heart to teach them either. Some of the buildings here were temporarily converted by the church into places for Nongshen Believers to receive treatment for injuries.

Before even getting close to here, Jier could smell the faint scent of blood from his nose. Once he got close, just hearing the painful groans of the wounded, he knew that the number of wounded from the fights between villagers in the recent period was not small.

After all, the dead villagers had almost filled the mortuary of the Church of the God of the Dead, not to mention the number of wounded, which was several times higher.

But fortunately, the number of Agricultural God Priests in Yemei Town was not just the few cats and kittens like the Church of the God of the Dead. The Agricultural God Church had sufficient manpower, and as long as they took turns performing Prayer and healing for the injured villagers, the Priests could also get enough rest and leisure.

However, the prerequisite for treatment was that you must be a firm Nongshen Believer.

Casual believers, or villagers who did not actively participate in the faith affairs in the village, did not get the opportunity for free treatment opened up by the Church Priests at this time.

And for the Yemei Town Agricultural God Church, although the conflicts between villagers caused by the project, which led to fights and other bloodshed, were damaging to the future agricultural strength of Yemei Town, treating these Nongshen Believers and subsequently converting them into devout Nongshen Believers through their gratitude was hard to say whether it was a loss or a huge profit for the church.

After all, in terms of faith, one devout believer was more useful than a dozen ordinary believers.

Whether it was the Divine Power generated during Prayer, or the fact that devout believers must form part of the ritual in some key ceremonies, as well as the role these devout believers played in assisting the church in handling affairs in various places.

All were far better than those un-devout believers who fished for three days and dried nets for two.

After all, for the young people in various villages, who would run to the Agricultural God Church for no reason? Finding a small stream to fish or playing cards with partners wasn't more interesting than kneeling before the Divine Statue and chanting Prayer words?

But how to put it, at least after experiencing this incident, when those young people were wailing in pain while holding their broken arms, they clearly understood the meaning of their elders wanting them to run to the church diligently.

At least believers who often ran to the church could have food and drink in the Agricultural God Church building in town at this time, and could also receive the magical Prayer healing from the Priests. Injuries like broken limbs that would take half a year to heal properly could be completely healed in less than half a month.

For some serious injuries that seemed certain to be fatal to outsiders, because there were many Agricultural God Priests in Yemei Town, they could also concentrate the Priests to hold Divine Power healing rituals for the seriously injured.

And these Nongshen Believers who were brought back from the brink of death would inevitably be grateful for the church's healing, and the whole family would become the most solid supporters of the Agricultural God Church in the future.

"Knight Jier is here! Please come in quickly!"

When Jier rode his horse to the front of the church gate, a young Novice Priest who had been waiting there welcomed him in.

Although Jier had not been to the local Agricultural God Church when he passed through Yemei Town last time, even though he still held the title of Agricultural God Warrior. But because he led Priest Bataer south, whether it was settling hundreds of refugees in Babotali Valley or rescuing hundreds of villagers from Changmai Village, the Agricultural God Priests of Yemei Town knew about these news through the words of the Agricultural God conveyed during their daily Prayers.

Especially on the night of the celebration of the establishment of Xinxiwang, when the Agricultural God himself appeared, this made these Agricultural God Priests who remained in Yemei Town regret it endlessly. They all hated themselves for not thinking of going up to help Priest Bataer when the refugee team passed through Yemei Town. If they had followed Priest Bataer at that time, not only could they have participated in the subsequent series of successful achievements, but they could also have seen the great Agricultural God with their own eyes and offered their own insignificant names to the great deity. Even if the deity only remembered them as a person, it would be an achievement worth boasting about for a lifetime for these ordinary Priests.

But unfortunately, they did not favor Priest Bataer's actions at the time, thinking that just him and this young Knight Jier, it would not be an easy task to bring more than eight hundred refugees safely to the Southern Province of Sasi County.

Not to mention how to find a place for these eight hundred young refugees to settle down, and the matter of rescuing the villagers who had their village broken into and were abducted. Both of these things had a high probability of not being done well, and once they failed, it would be a mark that the Priests could never erase in their lives.

So at that time, they used the excuse of the tens of thousands of villagers gathered outside Yemei Town and no one went to help Priest Bataer.

Of course, they all regretted it now.

Staying in Yemei Town these days, everyone found it difficult to make any contributions, while Priest Bataer, who went south, succeeded repeatedly and successfully saw the great Agricultural God who had descended.

This was a moment that many Priests had never experienced in their entire lives.

They regretted it to death, so when Jier came to Yemei Town again, Jier, who was identified by them as a lucky general, immediately received high-standard hospitality from the church Priests.

The horses were led away and taken care of by special Novice Priests, while Jier himself, under the reception of two young Priests, first took a simple tour of the entire Yemei Town Agricultural God Church, and was specifically taken to the hall in the church where they prayed to the god.

It was solemn and dignified here. The tall Divine Statue of the Agricultural God was in the image of a robust Priest, and there were some farmers and peasant women bowing and listening to the lecture around it. The Divine Statue of the God of the Seasons was also there, in four small rooms built separately around the hall, receiving prayers from believers individually.

Generally, in whichever season it was, the Priests would guide the believers who came to the church to pray to the Divine Statue of the season goddess on duty, hoping that they could bring appropriate wind and rain, sufficient sunlight, snowfall, thunder, and other seasonal changes.

But it was best not to be too excessive. Because it was located in the Southern Province, it was best not to have snowfall in winter here. Once there was snowfall in Sasi County where Yemei Town was located, the vast areas in the north would have a hard time getting through the winter.

Just like now, in front of the Divine Statue of the Goddess of Summer Prosperity, there were believers and Priests praying and kowtowing to the goddess at any time, hoping that the goddess could bring a rainfall to Yemei Town, even if it was just a little bit.

However, up until now, not a single drop of rain has fallen in Sasi County since the beginning of spring.

Fortunately, because of the parasitic Monster this year, the original agricultural production has all come to a standstill, so although they are still praying for rain, whether it falls or not does not matter much to Northern Sasi County.

"Warrior Jier, would you like to join us in paying homage to the gods?" inside the hall of the Divine Statue, the Priest who was guiding Jier asked him.

Jier felt a bit awkward; although he had a complicated relationship with the Agricultural God Church, he did not actually hold Faith in them.

If he really had to kneel and kowtow twice before the Divine Statue, he could do it; after all, this deity was a righteous god and had done quite a few practical things for the people. But if he did not hold Faith yet still knelt and worshipped, how would the Agricultural God view it?

He, Jier, still wanted to establish some connections with other churches in the future.

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