Chapter 423 Uncle

The stern imperial guards guarded the village, and the solemn sect chief priests stayed in the barn. He looked at the empty walls of the barn, with a bit of surprise on his solemn face and a slight frown on his face, speechless for a moment.

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

"The entire clan will be annihilated?"

"Dear Chief Priest, more than two months ago, I reported the situation in the village to the priests of the capital in the lake, hoping to get back part of the village's food from the local hereditary nobles. Then, then, the priests of the capital Five hundred temple guards were dispatched directly to destroy the estates of local nobles. Dozens of direct men 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 for a moment, thinking of the immigrants who continued to move from the Alliance, and he was silent. After a while, he spoke calmly.

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

"Sir, the sect leader, the temple guards took away most of the property, leaving only some food, which is barely enough for the villagers to last until the autumn harvest."

Yoroki answered carefully.

"The priests of the capital promised to reduce the tribute for the autumn harvest. The farmers tightened their belts and were busy for more than a month before harvesting pumpkins as their daily staple food. The fragrance of grains during the harvest season will attract many animals and insects. If you catch it and eat it, you will be able to satisfy your hunger. When the corn is harvested in October, the days ahead will be more comfortable."

"Um?"

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

"Yo Luoji, there are thousands of people in the village. I'm afraid these grains won't last for the pumpkin harvest."

"Sir, the chief priest, the food in the village is enough, but..."

"Just what? Say it!"

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

"It's just that you're here. If you want to rest here for one night, there won't be enough food!"

"Um?!"

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

Yoluoji's face turned pale, he kowtowed as if pounding onions, and explained again and again.

"Sir, the head priest! Hundreds of warriors live in the village. They must provide enough food. You can't use insects and wild vegetables to make up for it. As for the food for you and the nobles nearby, it must be fine grains. After a few meals, the village will be full of food. There is nothing left. You know, the food consumed by the warriors for one day is equivalent to six or seven farmers!"

"A warrior who is well fed for one day can be worth six or seven farmers."

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

"Bertard."

"Your Highness?"

"Send out men to take twenty days' worth of food for a thousand men from the moored fleet and leave it for the local villages."

"Do your will!"

Several warriors hurried away. Soon, large quantities of grain were unloaded from the fleet and sent to the barns in the villages. The warriors also gathered in front of the fire pit and started to light a fire to cook.

Seeing this scene, Yoroki's face showed a bit of joy, but also a bit of worry. Happily, the village's food gap has been filled, and believers can survive until the pumpkin harvest. What worries me most is that what he said just now seems to have offended the sect leader.

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

Yoroki looked at the sect chief priest who was eating black bean paste in front of the fire pit from a distance after dozens of steps. He was extremely annoyed and slapped himself twice.

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

If he was asked to make another choice after staying in the priesthood of the Alliance for ten years, he would probably rather let the farmers die from lack of food than starve to death rather than speak out to the sect chief 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.

"Yo Luoji, come here."

"Dear Sect Chief Priest."

Yoroki trotted over and fell to his knees a few steps away.

"The Lord God witnesses! Sir, I am guilty, I am guilty!"

Seeing Yoloki's performance, Shulot raised his brows and smiled lightly.

"Yo Luoji, what are you guilty of?"

"Ah! Sir, I shouldn't offend you. I should, I should let the farmers."

Yoluoji was so anxious that he was sweating. He had already thought about something, but he couldn't say it at this time.

"You're guilty, Rocky."

Shulot put away his smile and nodded.

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

".ah?"

Yoroki opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

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

When Shulot said this, he felt something in his heart and sighed.

"If another sect leader came here, he would not be like me."

After all, the alliance has a strict hierarchy. Although in the past two years, with the reform of religious law, many civilian children have jumped up and become priests of the alliance. But the lives of farmers are still like weeds in the wind in the eyes of the upper rulers, not worth mentioning.

"Yoloki, the Lord God taught us to have a kind heart to treat believers and people well. You are doing a good job here! The farmers also have a scale in their hearts. As a priest of the Lord God, you only care for them and take them to heart, so that they will believe in the Lord God so devoutly! "

Xuluot's expression was gentle, and he spoke with emotion, and many fragments flashed through his mind.

The monotheism of the alliance wants to fight against the cross, and "divine creation" is only auxiliary, and it still depends on the actions of the priests. In this era, the upper echelons of the Cross Church have long been corrupt. The next Pope Alexander VI will completely tear off the fig leaf of the Holy See and ignite the flame of religious reform. But at the bottom of the Cross Church, there are many pastors who are poor and self-restrained, devout in doctrine, willing to dedicate themselves, and spread the glory of the Lord God.

These pastors are not afraid of the dangers of the sea waves, and come to the American continent one after another, not out of greed for wealth, but out of true pious faith. They go deep into the jungle and plateau, spread the faith of the cross, show confusing kindness to the indigenous people, and are also the key to maintaining the distant colonies. They are the biggest enemy of the Lord God Church!

Yoloki raised his head, listened to the story of the Patriarch, and looked at the gentle and kind face of Xiu Luote. He felt a spring flowing through his heart, which was completely different from the feeling given by other senior priests. Waiting for the Patriarch to finish speaking, he knelt on the ground again and kissed the corner of the Patriarch's clothes.

"Respected Patriarch Priest. I, I was born in a civilian family in the capital, and I often empathize with the hard work of the farmers. You, you are different from other Patriarch Priests, you are a saint who was personally enlightened by the Lord God!"

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

Xuluot smiled and nodded, holding Yoloki's hair. After this night, some long-term reform plans were born in his mind, which were related to the promotion system of priests, but it was not the right time yet.

"Stick to your original intention. The Lord God will reward you!"

In front of the swaying campfire, Xiuluot finally said to Yoloki. He smiled gently, but there was a promise in his words.

At noon the next day, everyone had lunch early and continued to board the fleet. On the lakeshore, thousands of warships were lined up waiting, and the flags of the gods were fluttering. The Alliance Navy had received the news of the fleet and rushed here overnight.

Anatri came in a small boat, leaped swiftly, and with a spear in her hand, she jumped onto Shulot's galley. She was wearing tight leather armor on her upper body, shorts that exposed her legs on her lower body, and bare feet. Even on the shaking boat, she still ran freely, like a vigorous tigress, and came to Shulot in two steps, kneeling on one knee to salute.

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

"Captain Anna, no need to be polite! I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still so heroic."

Shulot said with a smile. He stretched out his hand to let Anatri stand up.

"Did the Alliance Navy bring a decree?"

"Haha, thank you for your praise, Your Highness. There are two messengers coming with the boat!"

Anatri smiled heartily and pointed to the small boat behind.

Shulot looked closely, and the boat was shaking and slowly moving towards here. There were two people standing in front and behind the boat, one was an old man with gray hair, and the other was a young man with long flowing hair.

The young man with long flowing hair had a suave smile and gorgeous clothes. He was the envoy sent by the kingdom to the alliance, the fourth-level chief priest Ugos. The gray-haired old man had a kind expression, a friendly smile, low-key and luxurious clothes, and a jade necklace around his neck that symbolized royal status.

The two boarded the huge paddle-sailed warship slowly. Ugos lowered his head and respectfully supported the old man. The old man looked at this new warship that he had never seen before, sighed, and then walked slowly towards Xiu Luote.

Seeing the familiar appearance of the old man, Xiu Luote was stunned, but it was a little hard to believe. It was not until he saw the special jade necklace around the old man's neck that he finally confirmed it.

Xiu Luote immediately stepped forward a few steps and supported the old man with his own hands. Then, he knelt down respectfully and saluted, shouting loudly.

"Bless you, Lord! Respected Uncle Cacamatzin, the nephew of the Holy City, Shulotte, greets you! May you bathe in the light of the Lord and shine on the entire capital. Why are you here?"

"Bless you, Lord!"

Cacamatzin reached out and patted Shulotte's shoulder affectionately. Then, he helped Shulotte up calmly and powerfully, and said with a smile.

"You are about to get married to Alyssa. This is a rare event in the alliance and an important wish of the elders. The person in charge of your wedding this time is me! Haha, this position is really hard to grab. I finally got the other old guys to give in."

Cacamatzin is the eldest son of the elder Weve Trakaeler. He is at least sixty years old this year and is an elderly and respected person in the royal family. He is the uncle of King Avit, the uncle of Alyssa, and the uncle of Shulotte.

Alyssa once mentioned to Xiu Luote that in the royal family, the elder who was easiest to get along with was the eldest son of the elder, Uncle Kakamazin.

In the hearts of everyone, the elders are as bright and hot as the sun, lofty and ruthless. Kakamazin’s style is completely different. He is strict and self-controlled, does not like extravagance, but he has a cheerful personality and is kind to others. He rarely participates in the political affairs of the alliance, rarely interferes in changes in the royal family, and spends his days leisurely. My biggest hobby is to drink some light wine that is not intoxicating with a few old guys and go to the royal garden to enjoy the flowers. If the royal nobles encountered any trouble, he would also lend a helping hand and even go to the elders for help.

It is easy to imagine the popularity of such a lofty and approachable venerable person in the royal family. Shulot never expected that such an old uncle Kakamazin would be the host of his wedding.

"Uncle Kakamazin, could you please come and officiate the wedding?"

Looking at Kakamazin's gray hair, Shulot's eyes flashed. He was a little moved and a little guessed.

The host of the wedding was neither from the Holy City nor a close associate of the king. In the end, he was actually the eldest son of the elder. If the elder had no involvement in the arrangement, he would not believe it.

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

Kakamazin smiled, his face showing genuine emotion.

"I have watched Alyssa grow up since she was a child. She is a truly good child, a beautiful elf like a cloud. Shulot, I have also watched you grow step by step. You are the greatest hope of the royal family. You are Alyssa. The best successor to Werther! 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!”

Having said this, Kakamazin paused, the smile on his face faded, and he became serious and solemn.

"As witnessed by the Lord God, your wedding will be left to me! The elder's guards will also be assigned by me, and there will never be any accidents or mistakes!"

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

From the alliance to all the ministries in the world, there will be many people, many nobles, who do not want to see the wedding go smoothly. And Uncle Kakamatsu is standing here, representing the elders personally presiding over all this, which is the biggest guarantee!