Pioneering

Chapter 126 New Chess Pieces
On an open field at the west end of Bull Village, the villagers who were attracted by Bute's alms looked at him eagerly, expecting to go to work soon after listening to the preaching and taking the food from the alms.

Early spring is also the busy season for farming.

"Ahem—"

Standing on the stone pile, Bout cleared his throat. After two or three days of high-intensity missionary speeches, he quickly faded away from his greenness and immaturity, and his not-so-strong body exuded a convincing temperament.

"Gentlemen and ladies, what do we get for our hard work and hard work?"

"In exchange for the exploitation of the Yige nobles, in exchange for the tithe of the Sea God Church, in exchange for poverty, hunger and cold for myself and my family."

"Why do we keep enduring this life? We deserve better!"

Although Bout's impassioned speech did not awaken these villagers angrily, there was also a faint light of hope in their eyes.

"You damn heathen! Without the protection of the knights, you would have died at the hands of monsters; without the glory under the crown of the sea god, you would not even be able to drink a drop of water..." A stone cursed resoundingly Throw it at Bout.

Boot sensitively moved past the stone, and listening to the surrounding villagers' discussions, he knew that the person throwing the stone was the head of Bull Village.

"Mr. Village Chief, I am not against the nobles, but I despise the nobles of Yige;
And it is even more ridiculous to say that without the Sea God, we would not be able to drink water. Everyone knows that the world is shaped by the great creator Zoya. Didn’t the creator create water? ' Bout shot back, slightly exasperated.

"You, you." The chief of the Mediterranean village with limited culture is naturally debating Bout, who has honed his eloquence for several days, hesitating and hawing.

"You dirty bedbug, bitch raised by a dog..." Matt, the village chief who couldn't argue, was about to scold directly, and rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, wanting to beat up the skinny chicken in front of him.

"Ugh-"

Seeing the village head who was significantly taller and stronger than the surrounding villagers pounced on him like a wild bear, Boot sighed, knowing that he couldn't save himself this gift today.

Seeing that the village chief's huge fist was about to be piled on him, Bout recited "metal skin. iron" in his heart at the critical moment.

In an instant, his white-yellow skin turned gray-black with a metallic luster, and the village head's fist was also driven by inertia to slam into his face.

With a sound of "Dang—", the village chief's face suddenly turned red, and his fist became swollen visible to the naked eye. The pain caused him to roll on the ground with his right hand in his arms and cry out in pain.

And Bout only took a few steps back, unscathed.

"Mr. Village Chief, do you still want to do it?" Boote tore off the magic spell, and his skin quickly returned to its original state, staring at him coldly and asked.

The village head, Matt, glanced at Butt resentfully, and with his fists in his hands, he walked out of the crowd in disgrace.

Bout didn't have the idea of ​​cutting grass and roots. Firstly, the gift was precious and he was reluctant to use it indiscriminately. Second, it was unrealistic for him who had never been stained with human blood to suddenly become decisive.

It is also a bit inappropriate to kill their village chiefs who are still preaching in front of everyone.

Looking at the villagers whose eyes became eager again, Bout continued to shout: "Everyone, as long as you are willing to submit to my lord and be my lord's lambs, I assure you that you can also have this magic spell that I just cast. kind of power."

"Don't you want to be an admirable transcendent?

Don't you want to eat well and dress warmly?
Do you want your offspring to be ordinary people for the rest of their lives? "

While speaking, Boot picked up the stone that the village chief had thrown at him just now, and performed the magic spell of "turning a stone into silver", to show the greatness of the God of Wealth to these bitter people again.

And the word about descendants directly broke the defenses of these villagers and made them break away from their habitual belief in the Sea God.

"Mr. Priest, please tell me how we should believe in and worship this majesty."

"Yes, yes, just say it."

……

The villagers asked Bout eagerly, and Bout grinned, showing a little yellowed teeth, as if what he saw was not a group of ragged civilians, but precious gift points.

He took advantage and said:
"In this case, please allow me to introduce to you my god's teachings, the teachings of the God of Wealth Church..."

"As for the sacrifice, haha, my god is in charge of the world's wealth, so how can we value the meager sacrifices of us lambs?"

"You just need to pray to my god and offer your most devout prayers."

"My God's prayer is:

Great existence from the blue star, you are the master of metal, you are the pioneer of machinery and industry, you are the master of wealth, under your protection, I will obtain wealth equivalent to labor. "

"After reading the prayer, you will be able to see the greatest gift of my God - the divine spell panel, which requires you to pray daily to obtain gift points to perform divine spells, or to complete my god's will to obtain gift points..."

The preaching on Bute's side was in full swing, and the village head, Matt, ran home cursing all the way.

After entering the door, he wanted to call his wife to find him some cold water to apply to his right hand, but found that his wife and son hadn't come back with him, and they were still listening to the pagan preacher Bout.

Matt's cursing suddenly became louder, but this time his wife and children were also included in the cursing.

Tired of scolding, Matt still didn't have the guts to go back after all. He muttered and found a towel for himself, grinned and put a cold compress on his right hand. .

"My Lord and my God, I thank you for giving me the fountain of life—water;

Thank you for giving us the vast and rich ocean;

Thank you for loving us, a group of undeserving people, with a long, wide, high and deep love.

……

Praise be to my Lord and my God.

Hear such humble prayers of your people, in the holy name of the benefactor, Sea God Sri, God bless. After finishing the prayer, Matt, the village chief, fell asleep with his devout belief in the sea god.

A lazy afternoon is always full of sleepiness.

In his sleep, in a blurred dream, Matt was imagining that when he became a priest of the Church of the Sea God and became a famous figure, a figure exuding a hazy and sacred blue light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Sea God Siri chose to deliver the oracle this time, not an extraordinary clergyman in the Church of Sea God, but an ordinary middle-aged farmer. Like the last time, he directly instilled the oracle, and Matt would have to die on the spot. .

So Poseidon chose to convey his oracle in a dream.

"Matt, Matt, I need you." The figure looked down at Matt and said aloofly.

"Oh my lord, my god, I would give anything for you." Matt fell to his knees, prostrating devoutly, trying to kiss his boots.

Poseidon suppressed his disgust, and after Matt finished kissing the boots, he said coldly: "Very well, in view of your pious belief, I will issue my oracle to you.

Complete the mission I gave you, and you will get everything you dream of, wealth, fame, status, beauties, everything! "

"It's like this, here are three questions and three answers, you need to keep these firmly in mind, and then go to Brian, a god will come in four days, you have to..."

(End of this chapter)