Chapter 851 The Sacrament of Atonement of the Order of the God of Nature

Earl Luo Si Kang, the eldest son of the Earl and the main nobles in the county, finally appeared in the county town after seven days.

The heart is burning with anxiety and the dust is everywhere.

——He rushed all the way from the royal capital to the port closest to Aiolan Island;

I found a fast boat that was about to leave. I couldn’t care whether it was a fishing boat or a cargo ship. I rushed to Aiolan in a bumpy day and night;

He borrowed a fast horse from the nearest nobleman and continued on his way...

It’s impossible not to hurry! The letter from his hometown made it clear that if he didn't come back quickly and reach an agreement with the God of Nature Religion, then it would be the Religion of Nevis and the Royal Capital that would be furious and raise an army to hold him accountable!

The elder in the royal capital is level 16! Level 16! Not to mention, if you offend a legendary boss who is cultivating somewhere...

After running away half their lives and rushing to the county town, the only tasks left for them were to sign the agreement, press fingerprints, and...

Perform the Sacrament of Atonement.

The requirements for the atonement sacrament of the Order of the God of Nature are not that demanding. Elder Atef said simply:

"Since you have offended the Land of Heritage, I will apologize to every oak tree in the Land of Heritage. Is that okay?"

"Sounds okay." The leaders of the God of War Temple and the Spring Goddess Temple looked at each other and nodded. It is better to make amends to the oak tree than to make amends to God or to nature——

Who knows how far something like that can go to atone for something so high and ethereal? It’s not just what the priests say, everyone just listens!

"No problem!" The earl's second son, who was also at the negotiation site, nodded:

"How to atone for sins? Lay flowers to every oak tree, offer sacrifices, burn incense? Should the sacrifices be made of cattle and sheep? Or pigs? Can chickens and ducks be allowed? Or..."

His cheek twisted in pain. If Grete were here, he would definitely give him a sign of "angina pectoris, radiating to the oral area":

"Bury a ham under every oak tree?"

"Oak trees don't need those." Elder Atef slowly shook his head:

"The oak tree does not need flowers, spices, or other sacrifices obtained by harming nature or other animals and plants. All the oak tree needs is sunlight, rain, dew, and fertilizer."

In an instant, the archbishop of the Temple of the God of War and the high priest of the Temple of the Goddess of Spring almost laughed out loud.

...It's better to let them place sacrifices!

At the end, Earl Rothko stood in the crowd of all the prominent people, looking up at the dense oak forest on the hill, in a daze.

Beside him were a shovel, a wooden pole, two buckets, and a dung ladle. One cart of water, one cart of dung.

"The servants of the God of Nature will guide you forward." Facing the Earl himself, Elder Atef's face was so serious that there was no crack at all:

"No blade of grass will trip you up, and no thorns will block your steps. Then, you need to dig a piece of soil under each oak tree, water it, fertilize it, and cover it."

"Your Excellency, you are already a knight after all. This job shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

Earl Rothko looked down at his clothes. In order to maintain the count's dignity and to protect himself in the thorny jungle, he wore a lambskin coat, solid breeches, and heavy cowhide boots...

His cheek twitched unconsciously. So, are these things all stained with feces?

"Your Excellency, please!"

He held out his hand calmly. Next to him, a young nature pastor took a few steps forward, knelt on one knee, pressed his hand on the grass, and prayed softly. For a moment, the grass and trees swayed and silently gave way to a path.

Count Rothko's face twitched again. He picked up the bucket, scooped a full bucket of water into the water truck, and then looked at the dung truck hesitantly. With a face full of embarrassment, he begged in a low voice:

“Can I get my children and grandchildren to help out?”

"Okay." Elder Atef replied readily. After a pause, he added:

"However, the first ten trees, as well as the circle of trees surrounding the clearing at the top of the inheritance place, must be done by your own hands."

Earl Luo Si Kang was really helpless. He fell out on the spot, had his entire family killed, was humiliated, and was laughed at in the county for a hundred years. After struggling for a moment, he finally picked up the dung ladle.

A foul smell hit my face. Count Luo Sikang held his breath and took three steps back. The surrounding spectators either frowned, were disgusted, or cast spells to expel the odor or dirt that might be blown by the wind:

So disgusting!

So disgusting!

If even a tiny bit of these things get on your robe, you will have to take a bath, purify yourself, and burn incense to eliminate the smell!

Only the priests of the God of Nature remained calm and looked straight ahead. There was nothing unusual about them: smell? What's that? Who among the servants of the God of Nature does not farm? Who doesn’t deal with these things?

Grete also remained calm.

Of course, he was able to behave like this not because he was used to farming, nor because he had been used to smelling all kinds of odors in hospital emergency rooms.

This kind of performance was purely due to his foresight: the bubble technique was activated, the mage armor was activated, and the wind barrier surrounded him. Not to mention the wind blowing over, even if someone splashes it with a manure spoon, it is guaranteed not to smell at all.

The earl's eldest son, second son, youngest son, and all adult or semi-adult grandsons, under the earl's cold eyebrows, bravely followed in one by one. The one who carries the bucket carries the bucket, the one who carries the shovel resists the shovel...

Go to a tree, kneel down, and pray (someone was kneeling unsteadily on the slope and slipped or tripped more than once). Dig a hole with a shovel, pour the manure, bury it; water it; pray again under the leadership of the priest of the God of Nature.

Then, move on to the next tree…

"Snapped!"

The dung scoop fell from his hand and flew far away, scattering brown color among the grass leaves in the forest. And the poor Earl didn't know which pit he stepped on, or he tripped on a blade of grass and fell straight down...

"Ah, father!"

"Lord Earl, don't worry, you can walk slowly..."

"vomit……"

The count struggled to raise his head. The natural priest who had just guided him stood far away, his expression unchanged and his eyes unsquinted. The young face was full of things that had nothing to do with him, and not even the slightest expression of ridicule could be seen.

His face, posture, and eyes were all clearly telling one thing:

"It wasn't my hands or feet, it was you who threw it yourself..."

And there are at least hundreds of oak trees up and down this hill. There are still dozens of trees that need to be watered by his own hands.

Earl Luo Sikan looked down at his clothes, shoes, and hands, and suddenly felt sad.

After this round of atonement ceremony, when he walks out of the forest, will he be stinking in the wind?

I will never provoke the Natural God Cult people again! Write it in the family tree and tell future generations never to provoke him again!

These good old guys have made everyone angry. This is really a joke!

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