"So what's the use of praying for God?!"

A voice shouted.

"Can God give us food?! We're all going to starve to death, why doesn't God come to our aid?! ”

"Yes! We needed food! ”

In the town of Phoebina in the Yuyan Territory, unprecedented chaos broke out.

Hundreds of poor people gathered in the square in front of the local god meeting.

The Divine Order guards crossed their spears and guarded the gates.

Since the incident broke out in Haoyue City, the newly appointed Grand Duke has not yet been able to perform his duties, and the Xiyan Leader has begun to make a mess.

Grand Duke Shalom gambled on everything in the Yuyan Domain, but her lofty ideals and thoughts about the future of the people were not conveyed below.

Nor can people understand her political ideals and aspirations.

They also couldn't see the impact of the royal power on the Yuyan Domain.

For the people, all they can see is the present.

There is nothing to eat in the evening.

Will you be able to find a job tomorrow?

Winter is coming, whether there are reserves for winter and warm clothes.

Other than that, they don't care.

Just like now, Grand Duke Shalom died in battle in Bright Moon City, it doesn't matter whether the new Lord Hima is the same as Grand Duke Shalom.

Even the Grand Duke died in battle, and they were powerless to care.

At most, after filling your stomach at night, you will casually talk about a few words.

Those are far less important than food.

The economic situation of the Yuyan Territory is deteriorating, and Shalom has consumed too many manpower and material resources to prepare for the attack on Haoyue City, although His Majesty has allocated funds and mobilized food to help the Yuyan Territory after the incident in Haoyue City.

However, it is also a drop in the bucket.

Famine.

The economy is backward.

Lack of a new population.

The elderly are not able to provide for their growing material needs.

This gap was created more than a decade ago.

Thanks to Grand Duke Shalom's superior diplomacy, he was able to get assistance from Bright Moon City, the Divine Society, and the other Grand Dukes.

The food and material crisis has only now become apparent.

"We need food!"

One of the middle-aged men in ragged clothes waved his fists and was filled with righteous indignation, "We need food!" ”

"What about the people of the Divine Society, let the priest get out!"

"Yes, yes, what about the people of God? You eat black bread and drink the wine of God every day, but what about us? We can only gnaw on the mud, what is this? ”

"Is this what you guys are supposed to do all day shouting to bless us and defend us?"

……

I heard these people shouting outside.

Priest Micah of the local shrine hid in the shrine and shivered.

Where did she dare to come out like this.

At least so far, there have been no incidents of violence.

However, it is also a matter of time.

If you want to complain, you can only blame the Grand Duke of Shalom for not doing it.

If she is now a king, what do you want she won't give you?

Of course, she didn't dare to say this even if she had ten thousand guts.

At most, I whined in my heart.

At the same time, she couldn't help but hate the Divine Envoy and the Chosen One in Haoyue City.

If God is for the world, God loves the world, and God blesses the world had not been written in the sacred scriptures, these garbage would not have come to God to make trouble.

But then again, if there were no promises for the future, how many people would devout themselves in the God of life?

……

It's also a mockery.

The closer the clergy got to the theocratic center, the more they saw through the darkness.

The more doubts are expressed about the existence of the God of Life.

At least that's how Miga is.

Before becoming a clergyman, she was a devout believer, and after becoming a clergyman, she only thought about how she could ascend.

Then make more money.

Miga leaned on the glittering glass of the Shinkai and quietly watched the crowd below.

It seems that the Yuyan Collar is not a place to stay for long.

Oh yes, and Santa Beta has been in turmoil lately, too.

If the situation is not good, you can only find a way to hide in the east.

……

"Why don't you go to Viscount Toria?" In the face of the excited crowd, the priests were a little frightened.

Viscount Toria is the lord of this town and the surrounding lands.

He was given the title of Grand Duke of Shalom and was a righteous ruler.

A younger priest came out of it dressed in plain white robes.

In fact, the local priest of Miga did not dare to come forward, for fear of intensifying the conflict, so he pushed out this young man who did not know much about the complexities.

She touched her brow bone as she walked out.

The young priest had a pair of good-looking brown eyes.

"Viscount Tolia?! Hahahaha"

People laughed.

It's like looking at this priest in front of you like an idiot.

"So you don't know, young priest?" The stout woman in the lead, stepped forward, put her hands on her waist, and looked at her with a sarcastic look.

"Viscount Toria had already fled with all his possessions last night."

"What?!"

The young priest didn't seem to expect this kind of operation.

"Got it? Young priests? She raised her big nostrils, "None of these lords can be trusted, they will only care about us when they have to pay rent every year." ”

She kicked the stone away from the ground.

"Now, without the Lord, this is the biggest for you. My lords. ”

The young priest held his forehead, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Anyway, either you give us food, or give us money so that we can exchange food from other towns, or you don't want to take half a step out of this place."

Oh God.

Hearing the words of these terrible lords below, the Megathians, who were silently observing all this above, involuntarily took a step back.

As he spoke, the people below prepared to break into the Divine Society.

A hint of panic flashed across the faces of the guards, who could not resist hundreds of people, even with spears in their hands.

They were so frightened that they all took a step back.

"Hey, guys!"

A voice came from the official road.

Bone-spinning wheels sped over the barren sandy road.

People turned their heads.

I saw a white carriage coming from a distance.

……

A young man in a noble jazz suit stood in a carriage.

She carried a money bag in her left hand, and with her right hand, she took out a handful of copper coins and raised it upward.

With her fingers flying.

Everyone saw a golden rain of light in their eyes.

"Oh my God, it's a coin!"

One of the paups closest to the carriage shouted and rushed madly.

They all bent down.

A wide road was made for the carriage.

Miga saw all this above, and there was a slight surprise in his eyes.

She knew the young viscount.

It was Annabel Cecil, the heir to the Nankin family.

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Viscount!"

There were a few discerning paupers who deduced each other's identities from their clothes.

Everyone nodded desperately.

"Thank you, thank you ......"

Annabel calmly looked at the lords who had fallen for the money, and a smile appeared on her lips.

"You don't have to thank me."

She clenched her fists to her lips and coughed lightly, laughing—

"I am here to help you in the name of Robin the Chosen One of the Kingdom of Itner. If you want to thank you, thank you, Lord Robin. ”

"Thanks! Thank you, Lord Robin! ”

"Long live Lord Robin!"