Chapter 197: The Great British Church (Ninth Update, Asking for a Reward!)

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"Originally, at this time of the year, when we went to the south of the kingdom to sell grain, we would definitely be able to sell it at a high price. But I didn't expect that less than half of the grain was sold this time! Later, I found out that the Cardiff region had occupied half of the market, and the price of wheat in the whole south had dropped by almost seventy or eighty percent compared with the previous years during the famine! ā€

"How powerful is it?"

"Yes, don't you know that the farmers in the Cardiff region have begun to use the "iron ox" for farming, how do you spell that word...... Well, "joint collection...... Harvester", it seems that this is the case, the yield per mu of the whole land has increased more than ten times! ā€

"This has been crazy in our village for a long time. Not only that, but the priests of the Iron God Cult were also responsible for urging people to build canals and dams to hold back the water. Who still doesn't know how powerful this Iron God Cult is and how rich this Cardiff region is! There, in previous years, it was the hardest hit area by famine. ā€

Everyone sighed.

"Well, I don't know when the Iron God Cult will be able to preach to us, I can't wait. Even if you don't need an "iron bull", it's good to have an iron pickaxe. But I can't even afford this iron hammer, and I need three large silver grants! ā€

Hearing this, someone quietly moved his iron head behind him.

"However, I heard that the believers in Cardiff do not even need a small silver coin, and the church gives them all kinds of agricultural tools for free. But now that everyone has an iron bull, where else can they see this iron hammer! Only we, the poor, will never forget this! ā€

The crowd was talking, but was interrupted by a voice behind them.

"What for? If you're lazy and don't want to go to work? Want to eat a whip? ā€

Everyone turned their heads to see that the farmer was looking at them angrily, and he was scattered.

"This iron hammer is indeed much stronger than that made of animal bones, and since I bought it for my tenant farmers, they have made their work much easier! Although it's the slack season, I can't afford to cheapen these mud legs, I have to let them go to my share of the land to work for me! ā€

The farmer thought silently, and touched the Iron God Cult's Blood Moon Sect emblem hanging on his chest.

[It's a pity that I'm not an official believer of the Iron God Cult yet, otherwise I would have been able to change to the Iron Man Sect emblem.] That shine, that dynamic, tsk...... The key is that it is made of precious iron, and when you think about it, you can see how rich this Iron God Cult is. 怑

Thinking of this, the agricultural officer grinned.

"Then the missionaries of the Iron God Cult should also come, right? I can't wait to bask in the glory of the great iron god Khabarovsky! ā€

Another five months passed.

Today, in the entire kingdom of England, the Iron God Cult has become the most powerful sect. Under the deliberate guidance of Tang Zhu and the instruction of his host, the Iron God Habarovsky, the Archbishop of the Iron God Cult, the Permanent Honorary High Priest, and the devout believer Aldogan is working hard for the Iron God Cult to become the state religion of the German Kingdom of England in the Blue Shield City Palace.

And next to him, sat the Permanent Honorary Pope of the Iron God Cult, the Patriarch of the German Kingdom of England, and Saint Aufsius, and next to him stood many palace guards.

"His Majesty the noble Mossville of the German Kingdom of England, and Her Majesty the Holy Queen Elizabeth, hereby declare that our honored guest, Aldogan, the faithful servant of the great god of steel, Habarovsky, is invited to the palace!"

While the two were waiting, the herald entered the reception room, smiling and bowing deeply to Aldogan and Offhuus.

"'Old man', Aufsius, I'm going to finish the great cause of my cult. Stay here for now, and wait for my good news! ā€

Aldogan smiled, bowed his head and whispered a few words in Offhuus's ear, and then followed the herald into the palace.

Along the way, looking at the iron armor on the guards on both sides, the iron halberds in their hands, and the various iron crafts placed on both sides, the joy in Aldogan's eyes was even worse.

[I didn't expect that I was just a small squire a year ago, but now I am qualified to meet the King and His Majesty directly, well, I am still decently and decently brought in as a distinguished guest. And that's thanks to Khabarovsky! Oh no, I think it's thanks to the great god of steel, Khabarovsky, haha! 怑

[Now we are also well-dressed priests, and we are still the highest and most honorable permanent high priests, and all the other senior priests and intermediate priests still have to salute me!] Fortunately, he was very pious when he met God, and if he hadn't been there, the high priest's position would have been taken by someone else! 怑

[This feeling of being valued by the upper class is different. Alas? No, compared to these mundane nobles, I, as one of the two most powerful gods of the Iron God Cult, am the upper class. As for His Majesty? That's just a mortal! 怑