Serene praetorian guards guarded the village, and solemn suzerains stayed in the barn. He looked at the four walls of the empty barn, with a little surprise on his solemn face, and his slightly frowned brows were speechless for a moment.

After a few breaths, Shulot looked at the village priest Yoloki and asked in a deep voice.

"The whole clan is exterminated?"

"My lord suzerain, more than two months ago, I reported the situation of the village to the priests of the capital in the lake, hoping to get back some of the village's food from the local hereditary nobles... Then, then, the capital The priests directly dispatched five hundred temple guards to destroy the manors of the local nobles. Dozens of direct males were sacrificed, and the remaining two hundred women, children and servants were exiled to the Western Kingdom..."

"Exile to the Western Kingdom..."

Shulot was stunned, thinking of the continuous immigrants from the alliance, and fell silent. After a while, he spoke calmly.

"Yoloki, since the local nobles have been wiped out, have you ever gotten back the extra tribute collected by the village?"

"Master Suzerain, the temple guards took away most of the belongings, leaving only some food, which is barely enough for the villagers to survive until the autumn harvest."

Yoloki answered cautiously.

"The priests of the capital city promised to reduce the tribute of the autumn harvest. The farmers tightened their belts, and after more than a month of busy work, they can harvest pumpkins as a daily staple food. The fragrance of the grain during the harvest season will attract many animals and insects. If you catch them and eat them, you can also satisfy your hunger. When the corn is harvested in October, you will have more money in the days to come."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Shulot took a closer look at the scarce grain in the barn and shook his head slightly. Farmers are busy all year round, producing food and cloth to support nobles, priests and warriors, but they can only eat pumpkins and insects... Thinking of this, Shulot lowered his eyes, his expression still solemn.

"Yoloki, there are thousands of people in the village. I'm afraid the food won't be able to support the pumpkin harvest."

"Sovereign Lord, the food in the village is enough...just, just..."

"Just what? Say."

Yoloki hesitated to speak. He glanced at Shulot in fear, gritted his teeth, and knelt down suddenly.

"It's just that you are here, and if you want to rest here for one night, there is not enough food!"

"Um?!"

Shulot's expression changed, and he stared at the kneeling village priest.

Yoloki's complexion was earthy, he kowtowed like pounding onions, and explained repeatedly.

"Sovereign Lord! Hundreds of warriors live in the village, and they must provide enough food. You cannot use insects and wild vegetables to make up the number. As for the meals for you and the nobles next to you, you must eat fine grains. After a few meals, the village There is nothing left. You know, the food consumed by the warriors for a day can be equivalent to six or seven farmers!"

"A full day's food for warriors is equivalent to six or seven peasants..."

Hearing this sentence, Shulot's heart was moved, and his solemn expression changed slightly. He was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked straight out of the barn.

"Berthard."

"Your Highness?"

"Send people to take 20 days' food for 1,000 people from the moored fleet, and leave it to the local village."

"Follow your will!"

Several warriors left in a hurry. Soon, a large amount of grain was unloaded from the fleet and sent to the barn in the village. The warriors also gathered around the firepit and began to light a fire and cook.

Seeing this scene, Joloki's face showed a bit of joy, but also a bit of worry. The joy is that the food gap in the village has been filled, and the believers can survive until the pumpkin harvest. What is worrying is what he said just now, which seems to have offended the suzerain priest.

"You can't control your mouth, you can't control your mouth! If you offend the suzerain priest..."

Yoloki looked at the firepit from a distance of dozens of steps, the Sovereign Priest who was eating black bean paste, was extremely annoyed, and slapped himself twice.

He is still young, in his early twenties, and has only been a village priest for more than a year. He can't control his mouth or his heart. More than two months ago, he reported to the priests of the capital city to expose the evil deeds of the local nobles, and he also took many risks.

If he had to make another choice after staying in the priesthood of the alliance for ten years, he would probably rather let the farmers starve to death due to lack of food, and would not speak out to the suzerain priest.

The fire was blazing, and Shulot finished a bowl of black bean puree and drank a bowl of pumpkin soup. Then, he calmly wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and waved to the village priest.

"Yoloki, come here."

"Honorable Patriarch..."

Yoloki trotted over, walked a few steps away, and knelt down on the ground.

"The Lord God testifies! My lord, I...I am guilty, I am guilty!..."

Seeing Yoloki's performance, Shulot raised his brows and said with a faint smile.

"Yoloki, what's your crime?"

"Ah! My lord, I shouldn't offend you... I should, I should let the peasants..."

Yoloki was so anxious that his head was sweating, and he couldn't say what he had thought about a long time ago.

"Yoloki, you are guilty."

Shulot put away his smile and nodded.

"Your sin is that the village was short of food. You didn't report to me as soon as possible, and you didn't ask the priests in the capital for help!"

"...ah?"

Yoloki opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Of course, it's not your fault."

When Xiulot said this, he felt a sense of emotion and sighed.

"If another suzerain priest comes here, he won't be like me."

After all, the alliance is strictly hierarchical. Although in the past two years, with the reform of the religious law, many common people jumped up and became priests of the alliance. But the lives of the peasants, in the eyes of the upper-level rulers, are still like weeds in the wind, not worth mentioning.

"Yoloki, the lord **** taught us to have a heart of benevolence to treat believers and people kindly. You are here, doing a good job! The farmers also have a steelyard in their hearts. As the priest of the lord god, you can only care for them and put They put it in their hearts, so they will be so devout believers in the Lord God!..."

Xiulot said with a gentle expression, and many sporadic fragments flashed in his mind.

The alliance's monotheistic faith wants to fight against the cross, and the "creation of the gods" is only auxiliary, and it is fundamentally based on the actions of the priests. In this era, the upper floors of the Cross Church have long been decayed. The next pope, Alexander VI, will completely tear down the fig leaf of the Holy See and ignite the flames of the Reformation. But at the bottom of the cross church, there are many poor and self-sufficient pastors who believe in doctrine, are willing to dedicate themselves, and spread the glory of the Lord God.

These shepherds are not afraid of the dangers of the wind and waves at sea, and they come to the American continent one after another, not out of greed for wealth, but out of true devout faith. They went deep into the jungle and plateau, spread the belief of the cross, and showed deceptive kindness to the aborigines, which was also the key to the maintenance of the distant colony. They are the Lord God Church, the worst enemy!

Yoloki raised his head, listening to the suzerain lord's narration, and looking at Shulot's gentle and kind face. He felt a clear spring flowing through his heart, which was completely different from the feeling given by other high priests. After waiting for the suzerain priest to finish speaking, he knelt down on the ground again, kissing the corner of the suzerain priest's clothes.

"Dear Suzerain...I, I come from a commoner family in the capital city, and I always feel the pain of the peasants...You, you are different from other suzerains, you are the saint who descended from the main **** and enlightened himself! "

"Yoloki, empathizing with believers is the most precious quality of a priest."

Shulot nodded with a smile, and shook Yoloki's hair. After this night, some long-term reform plans were born in his mind, which were related to the priests' promotion system, but it was not yet the time.

"Stay true to your heart. The Lord God will reward you!"

In front of the swaying bonfire, Shulot finally said to Yoloki. He smiled gently, but in his words, there was an implicit promise.

At noon on the second day, everyone had an early lunch and continued to board the fleet. On the shore of the lake, thousands of warships lined up and waited, and the banners of the gods fluttered. The Alliance Navy has received news from the fleet and arrived here overnight.

Anatri came in a small boat, jumped swiftly, and with a thrust of the spear in his hand, jumped onto Shulot's galley warship. Her upper body is a tight-fitting leather armor, her lower body is wearing shorts with exposed legs, and her feet are bare. Even on the swaying boat, she still ran freely, like a vigorous tigress, came to Xiulot in two steps, and knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Your Highness, the head of the Alliance Navy, Anatri, greets you!"

"Captain Anna, there is no need to be polite! It's been a long time since I saw you, and you are still so heroic."

Shulot said with a smile. He feigned it with his hand and got Anatly up.

"The alliance navy came, did they bring a purpose?"

"Haha, thank you for your praise. Two envoys are coming with the boat!"

Anatri gave a hearty smile, and stretched out his hand to point to the boat behind him.

Xiuluo looked at it carefully, and saw that the boat was staggering and slowly coming here. There were two people standing on the boat, one was an old man with gray hair, and the other was a young man with fluttering long hair.

The young man with long fluttering hair has a suave smile and gorgeous clothes. He is the envoy sent by the kingdom to the alliance, the fourth-level chief priest Ugos. The gray-haired old man had a kind expression, an amiable smile, low-key and luxurious clothes, and a jade necklace symbolizing the status of the royal family on his neck.

The two of them boarded the huge galley without haste. Ugos lowered his head and supported the old man respectfully. The old man took a few glances at this new type of warship that he had never seen before, sighed in admiration, and then walked slowly towards Shulot.

Seeing the familiar face of the old man, Xiulot was startled, but it was hard to believe. It wasn't until he saw the specially shaped jade necklace around the old man's neck that he was finally sure.

Shulot immediately stepped forward and supported the old man with his own hands. Then, he knelt down respectfully and saluted, and shouted loudly.

"The lord **** blesses you! Dear Uncle Kakamazin, the grand-nephew Shulot of the Holy City pays tribute to you! May you be bathed in the light of the lord **** and illuminate the entire capital...Why are you here?"

"Lord God bless!"

Kakamazin stretched out his hand and patted Shulot's shoulder affectionately. Then, he calmly and forcefully helped Xiulot up, and said with a smile.

"You are about to marry Alyssa. This is a rare event in the alliance, and it is also an important wish of the elders... I am the person in charge of your wedding!...Haha, this position is really difficult Rob, I managed to get the other old guys to back down..."

Cacamatzin is the eldest son of the elder Vewe Trakaeler. He is at least sixty years old this year and is an elder venerable in the royal family. He is the uncle of King Avit, the uncle of Alyssa, and the uncle of Shulot.

Alyssa once mentioned to Shulot that among the royal family, the elders who are the easiest to get along with are the elder's eldest son, Uncle Kakamazin.

In the hearts of everyone, the elderly are as bright and hot as the sun, lofty and ruthless. Kakamazin's style is quite different. He is strict and self-restraining, he doesn't like extravagance, but he has a bright personality and is kind to others. He rarely participates in the government affairs of the alliance, and rarely interferes with changes in the royal family, so he spends his days leisurely on weekdays. My biggest hobby is to drink some non-intoxicating light wine with a few old guys, and go to the royal garden to enjoy the flowers. If the nobles of the royal family were in any trouble, he would reach out to help, and even ask the elders for help.

One can imagine the popularity of such a noble and approachable venerable in the royal family. Shulot never expected that it would be Uncle Kakamazin, who is so old, to be the host of his wedding.

"Uncle Kakamazin, please preside over the marriage..."

Seeing Kakamazin's gray hair, Shulot's eyes flickered. He was a little moved, but also a little guessing.

The host of the wedding was neither from the Holy City, nor was he a close friend of the king, but in the end he was the eldest son of the elder. If it is said that the elder did not ask about the arrangement, he would definitely not believe it.

"It's okay, it's okay! My body is still healthy, no matter what, I can't miss such a grand event! The most outstanding young hummingbird in the royal family, and the most beautiful lotus flower in the royal family, embrace, gather, and stay together for life in this midsummer season ...What a touching scene, it is simply the blessing of the Lord God!"

Kakamazin was full of smiles, showing true feelings on UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's face.

"I watched Alyssa grow up since I was a child. She was a really good child, a beautiful elf like a cloud. Shulot, I also watched you grow up step by step. You are the greatest hope of the royal family, yes Witte's best successor! Your wedding is not only a grand event for the royal family and the alliance, but also the future of the royal family and the alliance!"

Speaking of this, Kakamazin paused, and the smile on his face disappeared, becoming serious and solemn.

"The Lord God bears witness, I will leave your wedding to me! The guards of the elders will also be appointed by me, and there will never be any accidents or mistakes!"

Hearing this, Shulot's expression became serious. From Uncle Kakamazin's words, he heard a little taste of blood and fire. He clearly understood that, as the most powerful prince in the alliance, his wedding with Alyssa was not only a royal wedding, but also a covenant for the alliance's stable inheritance.

From the alliance to the ministries of the world, there will be many people, many nobles, who don't want to see the wedding go smoothly. And Uncle Kakamazin standing here, personally presiding over all this on behalf of the elders, is the greatest guarantee!

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