Chapter 655: The Divine Power Reserves of Priest He Bo and Priest Feierwusi

The two Priests looked at each other and then made a solemn decision.

"It is no matter. I hope our small sacrifice can let the soldiers and their superior Nobles and Knights understand the Church's inclination."

Hearing this, Jier finally realized that his judgment yesterday had only considered the situation of the refugees and the Nobles and Knights of Kewen Territory and Mengtuoka Territory, but he had subconsciously ignored the inclinations and thoughts of the various churches within the local parish.

Perhaps he had subconsciously understood; after all, as soon as Bata'er Jiaoshi arrived inside this oppressive and crowded checkpoint and saw the hungry people standing on the street outside the shops, he had immediately released a powerful blessing capable of producing food.

From this point, it was not hard to understand what the inclination of these two Agricultural God Church Priests within the checkpoint was.

It was just that this was what the Agricultural God Church thought and did. What about the other churches?

"Then how do the other churches view the many people in the checkpoint, as well as the fifty-fold passage tax?"

Jier stretched out his palm and gestured the number five.

The two Priests looked at each other and shook their heads in distress: "Sorry, we don't know much about this. Communication between the various churches is very limited. Usually, when we meet, we don't speak, and even if we are to do something together, it is the Noble Lords who summon us together to handle temporary matters."

Jier felt he had asked a silly question.

It was already a miracle that the churches didn't start fighting; how could they possibly understand each other?

He estimated that when everyone met normally, they would just snort coldly, turn their heads, and not even look at the other party, treating them as if they didn't exist.

"Since that is the case, let us take action now. You two, please prepare yourselves. The hungry people are all waiting on the street outside the inn; we cannot keep everyone waiting for long."

Jier glanced at Bata'er Jiaoshi, who nodded with a solemn face, holding the Amber Metal Long Staff; he looked quite the part.

The two local Priests also straightened their Robes and tidied up some of the Blessing Tools on their bodies. They clapped their hands, and four young Apprentice Herdsmen who had been sitting unnoticed in the corner of the lobby walked over and stood behind the two Priests. Their attire was quite ordinary, with both long and short robes.

He hadn't expected these two to have manpower here, but this was good; Jier wouldn't have to carry people and clean up the scene himself after his Divine Power was exhausted.

The two Priests gave instructions to the Apprentices they had brought, and then stood behind Bata'er Jiaoshi. This made Bata'er Jiaoshi feel flattered. After some polite refusal, the three of them finally stood in a row.

After all, compared to Bata'er Jiaoshi, the refugees should be more familiar with these two Agricultural God Church Priests who had always been taking care of them. No matter what the situation was later, it would be more convenient to handle.

"Let's set off then."

After Jier finished speaking, he strode toward the main entrance of the inn's lobby, pulling and pushing with his left and right hands.

The large doors opened, and the bright light of the White Stone City Wall mixed with the morning light of the day shone into the inn lobby.

It illuminated Bata'er Jiaoshi's excited expression, the two local Agricultural God Church Priests' expressions of devotion, and the four male and female Novice Priests' nervous expressions.

It made them look clear and distinct.

Jier didn't even look; he held his head high and strode to the center of the stairs in front of the inn.

He said loudly: "Everyone, you have waited a long time!"

A buzzing sound of low voices arose; the people of the Southern Province, who had been silent, all let out a buzzing whisper together.

One person speaking softly would not be noticeable, but when hundreds or thousands of people did it together, the sound converged into a wave.

It rushed toward him.

Jier forcibly puffed out his chest so that all the people on the street could see him.

"As I said yesterday, this morning our Bata'er Jiaoshi will once again perform a God-given blessing to bestow plump, magical grain upon everyone, hoping that everyone can use this to get through the current hardships."

As Jier spoke, he turned sideways and stepped back, yielding the stairs at the inn entrance to the three Agricultural God Church Priests.

Bata'er Jiaoshi stood in the center, and the vast majority of the refugees were paying attention to him, even though many people had not seen his face clearly due to emotional agitation when he gave grain for the first time last night.

"Is it him?"

"Yes, yes, yes, it is this Priest Lord. The Agricultural God watches over us, and watches over him especially, bestowing upon him magical power."

"Will it be the same today as it was yesterday? I was only given some grain last night and didn't see that scene with my own eyes."

"It should be. Didn't everyone do as that Knight lord said yesterday? The gods are watching everyone; no one dares to cheat."

"But not everyone really shared the grain with everyone, right? I know of several families, mmm~"

The person whispering was forcibly covered by the mouth and could not continue. Their friend looked at them with a worried face: "Don't say this, don't say this, okay? The gods are watching everyone. The great, kind gods haven't spoken, which means we did well, right?"

Seeing the big-mouthed friend nod vigorously, the mouth was finally released.

Jier saw that most of the Southern Province people were looking at Bata'er Jiaoshi in the middle with curiosity and anticipation, and he felt that he could not drag things out at this time, especially not by giving long-winded speeches.

He gave a look to Bata'er Jiaoshi, who looked very nervous.

The young Priest nodded, looked to the left at He Bo, and extended his left hand: "Please hold my wrist."

He Bo nodded heavily and gripped the young Priest's left wrist tightly with both hands: "Please, use this meager Divine Power of mine to give them more grain to hold on."

Then Bata'er Jiaoshi looked to the right at Feierwusi, who took the initiative to hold Bata'er Jiaoshi's extended right wrist with both hands: "Young man, I leave it to you. The people come from all over; they are not united. I hope this matter can make them unite, just like grapevines and well-tilled wheat fields."

Bata'er Jiaoshi nodded heavily. He proudly raised his head and finally looked confidently and eagerly at the countless people of the Southern Province. These people in old, unwashed clothes also turned countless gazes toward him.

There were countless emotions in their eyes: joy, anticipation, longing, suspicion, hatred, and sadness.

But they all held a trace of curiosity.

Can grain really be produced in large quantities without being planted in the fields, but only by the bestowal of the gods?

Bata'er Jiaoshi raised his hands, which were connected to his two companions, forward. Then, a faint green light shone from his chest through his formal, gorgeous Robe.

Then, the green light of Divine Power erupted from Bata'er Jiaoshi's entire body. In an instant, the other two Priests on his left and right were the same.

Because of the high-level control of the powerful blessing of 'Blessed Grain', the Divine Power of the three was connected together.

Bata'er Jiaoshi tried his best not to let his Divine Power and blessing mix too deeply with the Divine Power of the other two Priests. When the blessing on his chest confirmed whether he would provide Divine Power support, Bata'er Jiaoshi guided the Divine Power of the two Priests and took the initiative to provide it for the blessing to use.

In the palms of the raised hands of the Priests were the plump grain seeds he had held tightly in his hands yesterday. After the green light erupted from his chest, the palms also began to glow with the green light of the Agricultural God's Divine Power.

These seemingly ordinary green lights covered the plump grain seeds in his palms, and then a magical scene appeared once again.

Outside the original grain seeds, identical grain seeds emerged one after another.

It was also the first time the two local Agricultural God Church Priests had seen the power of a ritual blessing. Seeing more and more grain gradually increase from Bata'er Jiaoshi's palms and slide down to the sides, their eyes widened.

The two looked at each other past Bata'er Jiaoshi, and then both looked around, as if wanting to know if there was really an Agricultural God watching here at this time and place.

The refugees gradually opened their mouths wide, one after another, watching in a daze as the grain slid down continuously from the palms of the Priest in the middle like flowing water.

It was just as described by those who had seen it last night; there was an invisible grain bag exit above the Priest's palms, and that Priest could get as much grain as he wanted.

People spontaneously wanted to get closer, not only hoping to get a share of the divine miracle by being near, but also hoping to get more grain bestowed by the gods.

The passage originally reserved for carriages after consultation among the elders of the refugees was instantly filled by the crowding masses.

Those who had been standing nearby reached out their hands and leaned in even closer.

The three Priests immediately grew tense, because the surging crowd was rushing toward them, and there was simply no way to stop it.

"Don't push! What are you all doing? The gods are watching you; come forward slowly to receive grain, and once each person has filled up for ten seconds, leave from the side. Make a gap on the side—yes, you, make a path."

Jier shouted at the top of his lungs at this moment, gesturing for the people in the front row to fill their pockets with the light brown grain that had already been piled into a small hill on the ground.

Afterward, he specifically reached out to clear an exit path on the side of the inn's entrance.

"Ten seconds to take it, fill your pockets and whatever you have on you that can hold grain. Seven, eight, nine, ten! Add that to the previous time, leave here. Quick, or look at the others behind you; I'll have them tear you to pieces!"

Jier spoke fiercely, and the guy at the very front who was stuffing grain into his pockets and gathered clothing turned his head and was startled; his familiar friends and relatives were staring at them as if they were people with deep-seated grudges.

The one on the very edge was grabbed by Jier and stumbled out through the path Jier had cleared.

The others were subconsciously pushed by those behind them and followed, leaving the area closest to the front.

"Same thing, ten seconds each. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Move!"

This time, without needing those behind to drive them, the people in the front row consciously retreated while clutching their grain-filled loads, shouting words of gratitude as they walked away.

Although there wasn't much grain, it was enough for a family of three to make thin porridge and hold out for over half a month.

If they did absolutely nothing all day long.

Afterward, everything seemed to get on the right track; Jier had the Novice Priests following the two local Priests call out the ten-second count, and once the time was up, the people in front would consciously take their grain and leave.

Everything seemed to become orderly; those near the front were full of anticipation, while those in the back were both expectant and worried about whether the three Priests could hold out until it was their turn.

They were overthinking it; although Priest He Bo and Priest Feierwusi were not famous and had no particular specialties within the Montoka Diocese, the Divine Power of the Agriculture God they had accumulated over several decades was far beyond the imagination of Bata'er Jiaoshi, this young Village Priest.

The storage of the Agriculture God's Divine Power in either one of Priest He Bo or Priest Feierwusi was about three times that of Bata'er Jiaoshi, so the two combined had six times that of Bata'er Jiaoshi.

Not to mention the small items imbued with Blessing Divine Art that these two Priests, who had been stationed at the Baishi Chengqiang Guanka for many years, had crafted themselves by relying on the local commercial and transport conditions.

Each of these high-quality Divine Art trinkets contained a significant amount of the Agriculture God's Divine Power.

Although the two Priests could not speak because they were involved in the Blessing Divine Art, after years of tacit understanding, they only needed to exchange a glance to be certain: if they wanted as many of the masses today as possible to obtain a portion of grain, they had to extend the duration of the blessing as much as possible.

It was just Divine Power; they would use up everything they had accumulated over the years today!

The two Priests used their free hands to either lightly tap or rub their respective Divine Art blessing items one by one, replenishing the consumption of Divine Power.

Bata'er Jiaoshi felt the Divine Power of Priest He Bo and Priest Feierwusi flowing past his two wrists, and he was increasingly astonished by the Divine Power accumulation of these two.

Everyone held the position of Pastor; could the difference in the amount of the Agriculture God's Divine Power really be this great?

Yes, it was just that different; although no one said it aloud, the refugees who had witnessed Bata'er Jiaoshi releasing the god-bestowed grain the day before were still puzzled that, in such a short time, the duration of the grain blessing had already exceeded yesterday's time.

But it seemed, today would be different?

Jier leaned against the inn's door, which had been closed again, the expression on his face gradually turning to admiration.

He had to admire them; the help provided by these two local Agriculture God Priests was truly great. Because the time that Bata'er Jiaoshi had maintained last night by exhausting all the Divine Power in his body seemed to be no big problem for these two Priests providing Divine Power today.

It was effortless, not a strained effort to maintain.

"Truly, comparing people makes one want to die, and comparing goods makes one want to throw them away."

Jier muttered to himself.

However, even so, Jier's opinion of these two Priests hadn't actually improved much. After all, these two couldn't truly solve the problems encountered by the refugees who had fled from the Southern Province into the Baishi Chengqiang Guanka.

They could neither truly alleviate everyone's hunger nor make the church within Montoka City exert its power to guide or change the decisions of the nobles of Montoka City.

To revoke the fifty-fold crossing tax.

They could only barely use the resources in their hands to try their best to keep the children among the refugees from dying of hunger in large numbers. Before meeting Bata'er Jiaoshi and creating this current opportunity, they had an abundance of the Agriculture God's Divine Power but no way to use it.

Without the blessing of 'Blessed Grain', none of that Divine Power had a channel to be transformed into use.

After all, the Healing Divine Art that could treat pain could not alleviate slow and long-term hunger.

Until the sun climbed over the eastern city wall and two hours had passed, only then did sweat begin to appear on the foreheads of the two Priests.

The small Blessing Divine Art items on their bodies lost their halos one by one; it was clear that the Agriculture God's Divine Power within them had been siphoned off by the two Priests to provide for the bottomless pit that was the blessing technique.

Once these were used up, it was the turn of the two Priests' own Divine Power.

They performed excellently; in the two hours that had passed, one hour was supplied by their own Divine Power.

Even though the refugees in front only had ten seconds each to obtain grain, so much time had passed that everyone had long since obtained a portion of grain.

When some refugees wanted to obtain a second portion of grain, they cautiously and humbly asked the three Priests, and Jier took the initiative to step forward and greet them: "It's fine, all come, all come. Please share this grain among yourselves! Provide for those who haven't come and for the Southern Province refugees who need help. Come quickly, don't let the kindness of the gods and the Priests go to waste, and don't keep this grain that gives off the fragrance of food waiting!"

Once Jier spoke, although the three Priests didn't say anything, Jier had been leading these actions since yesterday, so as soon as he spoke, young refugees came over to obtain grain again.

Jier looked at them and said: "After you go back, share this grain with the elderly, pregnant women, and children who fled with you, and you also need to provide help to the people who just arrived here. If they are hungry, please share some grain."

Some thick-skinned young people lowered their heads and mumbled their agreement, while some young people who valued their promises agreed solemnly.

When Priest He Bo and Priest Feierwusi both rolled their eyes and fell backward, their Apprentice Herdsman Priest Apprentices hurriedly stepped forward to hoist the two fainted Pastors up and support them into the inn to rest.

Bata'er Jiaoshi first took the plump grain seeds in his hands, looked at them slightly, and then put them away. Afterward, he rubbed his arms, which were sore from being raised for so long.

"How is it?"

Jier asked.

"The two Priests leave me in awe, just like seeing the vast fields of the plains for the first time. I still have many areas where I need to work hard. So, is this the end?"

Jier looked carefully at the large number of people on the street outside the inn: "No. Look, they are so numerous; after receiving the grain, they didn't return home or hide the grain, but are waiting here."

"What are they waiting for? The god-bestowed grain has ended."

Jier held down the shoulder of Bata'er Jiaoshi, who wanted to set off on his journey: "There are elders among the people coming over; listen to what they want to do. I have a premonition; this is a good thing, it is the right thing."

"Hmm?"

Bata'er Jiaoshi looked at Jier in surprise: "What premonition?" He subconsciously made a gesture of Prayer.

Jier smiled lightly: "A man's premonition."

"Hmm?"

This time, Bata'er Jiaoshi was even more surprised; he looked at the young Knight Attendant who was only seventeen or eighteen years old and felt that these words coming out of Jier's mouth had no guarantee at all.

Jier sighed: "I swear on my heart, is that enough?"

At this, Bata'er Jiaoshi folded his hands and stood side-by-side with Jier on the steps outside the inn's main entrance, watching as over a dozen elderly people walked over, supported by young girls.