In July, the heaviest rainy season has arrived, accompanied by hot summer. During the same period of rain and heat, the crops in the field were injected with majestic vitality. The corn grows rapidly, the kidney beans surround and climb upwards, and the pumpkins also cover the farmland, shading the sunlight from which weeds grow.

In agricultural production in pre-industrial societies, large livestock were not only an important source of power, but also a major source of manure. The daily feces of an adult cow will reach an astonishing 80 catties or more. In the famous grass rotation, fallow fields are planted with pastures, which are then effectively fertilized by large livestock.

However, in the closed country in the lake, due to the lack of large livestock, the compost in the village is very limited, so it can only focus on supplying part of the farmland. The farmers in the lake area followed the guidance of the priests and concentrated the compost accumulated for a year into the selected public fields to provide "vitality" for the rapidly growing crops. At this point, most of the field management has been done. The next step is to patiently wait for the divine power of the Lord God to let the crops mature and the fields harvest.

The scorching sun and heavy rain alternated, and the busy village gradually returned to calm, gestating new vitality. The king's flag of the black wolf patrolled the villages, from the western border of Sakap State, Hekou County, to the hilly eastern border gradually. And going forward, it is the kingdom of the glorious nobleman Tepopolo.

Summer is in the sky and the sun is shining. The black wolf's king flag stopped again. This is a dog-born village near the border. Amidst the massacre, three hundred personal guards, wearing bronze armor, holding shields and axes, were scattered inside and outside the village. And beside the king, there are four brave generals: Bertard, Toltek, Ozoma, and Coca. Wearing bronze helmets and heavy armor, they follow in the footsteps of the king and guard them all the time.

In the village, hundreds of young dogs bowed their heads silently, crouching quietly in the corner, like turkeys frightened by wolves. Among the young adults, Asholot, the former chief of the red salamander, was dressed as an old farmer. He looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and with his head down, he huddled in a corner of the village, not saying a word, not attracting attention at all.

"Not bad, very good! Priest Taiya, I have traveled all the way and visited more than 20 Guajili villages, and only you do the best here!"

Shulot looked at the farmland in the village and then at the altar of the Lord God, a smile finally appeared on his solemn face.

"As a newly established Guajili village that has only been established for a few months, I am really amazed that you have completed the cultivation requirement of 8 mu per square! And the two neighboring villages have only completed half of the cultivation task!"

Having said that, the king became more and more satisfied, and nodded to the old priest Thea. The other party hastened to return the salute respectfully.

"Most of the priests in the village complained to me that the dogs were unruly, lazy and slippery, and refused to work with peace of mind. Many young adults went out privately, hunting birds and animals in the mountains and forests, and went to the village of Prepeca to steal chickens and dogs... .”

"I sent someone to investigate, and I know what the priests said is true. I didn't punish them, but I just didn't like it. It wasn't until I got here and saw the village under your governance that I breathed a sigh of relief."

Shulot paused and asked with a smile.

"Priest Taiya, what governance experience do you have, can you tell me and promote it to other villages? Don't worry, I won't take credit for your achievements, haha!"

The old priest, Thea, peeked out and made sure that His Majesty was very pleased. He said the same with a smile.

"Your Majesty, everything is under the protection of the Lord God! The light of the Lord God guides me, and I tirelessly spread the faith! The light of the Lord God also illuminates the hearts of believers and influences the Guakili tribe in the village! When they believe in the Lord God, they will Listen to the divine voice and consciously obey the guidance. Then, the devotees will lead the rest of the tribe to work day and night to complete the task of spring plowing!"

"The devout? The Guakili tribe?"

Hearing this, Shulot raised his eyebrows. He looked at the old priest's expression, thought for a while, and nodded slowly.

"That's right, Priest Taiya. You have indeed done a good job in spreading the faith, and you should be rewarded! As for the pious believers in the village you just mentioned, who are there?"

Hearing this, Priest Taiya smiled confidently. He said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, there are many devout believers in the village. But there is a Guajili believer who is the most favored by the Lord God! He is the most devout, does the most farm work, and often prays to the Lord God. In just one month, he taught himself to write and master After reading the Alijing, he can even recite it! Under the gift of the Lord God, he already has the qualifications to become a priest!"

"What? One month, self-study characters? Recite the Ali Sutra?"

Shulot was very surprised. He subconsciously glanced at Hei Lang, and Hei Lang lowered his head in shame, and Ke Ka remained silent.

"Exactly! Some time ago, I heard him recite the scriptures, and my heart was shocked! It turns out that as long as you believe and pray from the heart, the light of the Lord God will naturally fall into the hearts of devout believers, enlighten their wisdom, and cleanse them. Let them obey His Majesty's will! This is definitely a manifestation of the mighty power of the Lord God, and perhaps it can be used as an example to spread in the major dioceses, so that all Guakili tribes can learn from him..."

The old priest Taiya looked pious, and while holding the amulet around his neck to pray, he told His Majesty in detail.

Shulot's eyes flashed, and his face showed understanding. He nodded knowingly.

"Excellent! Priest of Taiya, if there is such an intelligent believer, he should pass on the kingdom, or even the entire alliance! Not only will he be reused by the priests, but those who discover him will also be promoted and can be directly promoted Level one!"

"Praise be to Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity!"

The old priest Thea immediately knelt down on the ground and saluted His Majesty. Then, he stood up and shouted impatiently to the crowd.

"Arnold the devout! Quick, come here! Your Majesty the Supreme has summoned you!"

Hearing this, Asholot in the crowd trembled. He raised his head carefully, and saw hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him in unison. Ding Zhuang, a dog descendant of the village, with an envious expression, consciously separated to the two sides to make way for the boss. In just a few breaths, he was exposed to everyone like a fish caught out of the water by a fishing rod.

Asholot looked around, there were three hundred armored warriors and several brave generals. At this time, there is absolutely no hope of escaping, and they will only be chopped into minced meat. He took a deep breath, with a calm expression, and walked slowly towards the king, still holding a sharp bronze **** in his hand.

One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps... As Asholot got closer, Bertard suddenly frowned.

"Um?"

He quickly took a step forward, stood in front of His Highness, and grabbed the bronze sword at his waist.

"Put down your **** and take off your cloak."

"yes."

Asholot paused, bowed his back, and nodded yes. He threw away the **** and took off his cloak, revealing striking red hair and a dark, dusty face.

"Huh?! Red-haired hunter?"

Berthard drew out his bronze sword with a "dang", and held it obliquely in front of him, ready to launch a deadly attack at any time!

"Your Majesty, Arnold is not a red-haired hunter! All the red-haired elites in the village have been recruited by the legion."

The old priest Thea quickly explained. Then, he pointed to the crowd and said with a smile.

"You see, there are no ferocious jaguars in the mountains, and the bobcats have made their own decisions! After the tribe was completely dispersed, the young men in these villages managed to dye their hair red, pretending to be good red-haired hunters."

After hearing the reputation, Bertard saw that among the hundreds of young men in the village, one or two hundred had dyed red hair. He relaxed his vigilance a little, but still watched Arnold closely.

"Ha ha!"

Shulot took a look and laughed out loud. He looked at the two chiefs beside him and said jokingly.

"Ozoma, Miwa, I didn't expect that there are only a thousand people here, and there are so many redheads! I recruited a lot of elite soldiers from your own soldiers before, why don't you give these redheads to you?"

Hearing this, Miwa shook his head with a bitter face.

"Great chief, these young men are not even warriors. What use do I need them for? Look at their red color, it's messy, not pure at all, it's not the dye from the wasteland!"

"Respected chief, the warriors of the tribe are all recruited into the legion, and these people are just ordinary young men."

Ozoma agreed aloud, but felt a little lamented in his heart. After migrating for seven hundred miles, the tribe was disintegrated, and the tribal people were included in the banner team and settled in the village, and the rules on the wasteland collapsed. If they dared to do this in the wilderness, they would definitely be sent to the hunting grounds among the tribes, and they would not survive a year at all!

Hearing Ozoma's voice, Asholot's hair stood on end instantly, and he shivered nervously. It was only then that he realized that among the generals wearing bronze helmets in front, there was the damned Chief Red Monkey! The shameless red monkey didn't die, and has been following the death chief!

"Arnuo, why did you come here to meet His Majesty in disgrace? Why don't you hurry to the well and wash your face!"

The old priest Thea glanced at Arnold and reprimanded him. Then, he bowed respectfully to the king.

"Your Majesty, please forgive Arnold for his rudeness..."

"No problem!"

Shulot smiled and waved his hand. He looked at the head of Guajili dressed as an old farmer in front of him, and said gently.

"Arnuo, you don't have to be nervous. I heard that you believe in the Lord God and learn to write. You can memorize the Ali Sutra in just one month?"

"Your Majesty, I praise you! I, I can only memorize part of the chapters..."

Asholot deliberately hoarse his voice, and said cautiously.

"Oh? Then recite the passage you memorized."

Xiulot nodded with a smile, feeling good for the honest and simple leader in front of him.

"...The heavens and the earth are dark and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric. Those who obey the gods will ascend to the kingdom of heaven and enjoy peace forever. Those who disobey the gods will sink into the abyss of the earth and turn into gold and stones, and will never be free...I must believe in my god, Vizilopochet Li, His power is infinite, from the past to the future, controlling all existence, until the end comes..."

"...The sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations are listed. The Lord God is in charge of the changes in the celestial phenomena, giving the world the sunshine for survival, revealing the truth in the world with the moon and astrology, and then teaching the truth to God's servants..."

Asholot stammered, trying his best to look ordinary. After reciting two paragraphs, he quickly shook his head, indicating that he would not do it.

"Arnold, why do you only recite so much!"

Seeing this, the old priest Thea was a little anxious. He stretched out his old hand and grabbed A Nuo's arm, as if grabbing the only hope.

"The last time you saw me, you memorized more than a dozen paragraphs!"

"I... saw His Majesty... nervous... forgot... can't remember..."

Asholot replied tremblingly, with a embarrassed and embarrassed expression.

"Um..."

Shulot frowned slightly, silent. Arnold's performance like this is obviously far from the gift of the Lord God. However, the kingdom really needs a devout dog-born priest who can serve as an example of propaganda and form a breakthrough in the dog-born's beliefs. After weighing for a while, Xiulot made up his mind. He said to Tai Ya with a smile.

"Wisdom can be taught, and talent can be supplemented by education. But only piety, only devout faith, is the only way to the light of the Lord God! Priest Taiya, the devout Aluo you recommended is very good. In the Lord God It seems that he is fully qualified to become the kingdom's second-level preaching priest!"

"Ah! Your Majesty, thank you for your generosity! Arnold will definitely dedicate his life to the Lord God!..."

The old priest Taiya showed joy, and quickly knelt down on the ground. Arnold, as a model among the Guakili dogs, had just become a priest and was a second-level priest, standing directly at the end of his struggle. However, at this moment, he didn't feel any jealousy, only filled with joy. With an old smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to pull the dumbfounded Arnold.

"Arnold, why don't you kneel down and salute His Majesty!"

"Well..."

Only then did Asholot react. He only memorized two paragraphs, and ended up becoming the second-level priest of the cactus tribe? The rules of the cactus tribe are really hard to understand. While thinking hard, he fell to his knees and repeated the old priest's words.

"Praise Your Majesty! Thank you for your generosity! I will definitely dedicate my life to the Lord God!..."

Shulot smiled and looked at A Nuo who was kneeling with satisfaction. Although the other party may not seem to have a bright mind, he is honest, simple, pious and obedient, and it is rare for the priest of Taiya to find such a candidate. Well, the village management of the Taiya priest is very good, and with the credit of the recommendation, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com can indeed be promoted to the second level. Thinking of this, the king cleared his throat and announced.

"Priest Taiya, you have done a good job. The light of the Lord God shines on you. From today onwards, you are the Kingdom's second-level preaching priest..."

Not far away, Ozoma frowned. He stared at A Nuo who was kneeling in front of him, and always felt an inexplicable familiarity. The red monkey chief's eyes glanced at A Nuo repeatedly, and finally stopped on the other's red hair. His expression gradually became serious.

"This hair... this color... this, this is the dye of the wasteland! He is a true red-haired hunter!"

Ozoma was taken aback. An elite red-haired hunter pretended to be stupid and sneaked within three steps of His Majesty, kneeling on the ground, unable to see the movements of his hands at all... What is he trying to do? !

Thinking of this, Ozoma shuddered and made an instant decision. He took a sudden step forward, and kicked Anuo to the ground under the surprised and wary eyes of the warrior commander. Then, he pulled out the baton from his waist with a "bang" and pointed it at A Nuo's throat.

"Your Majesty, he is an assassin!"

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