Charles breathed a sigh of relief as the blue and black dragons flew into the western sky.

He finally learned from Nysario where he had offended Aunt Lef, so when he returned to Mason City, he immediately sought out Princess Rose, and was led by the princess's chamberlain to the home of the former royal tailor who had retired and lived there.

Charles had Princess Rose's face in his left hand and a bag of gold coins in his right hand, and the two-pronged approach made the high-ranking old tailor busy and flew quickly, and finally changed a few sets of half-finished evening dresses into the finished ones that Charles needed at noon.

He wouldn't make the same mistake a second time, so in addition to Aunt Lef's share, Elizabeth and Mordred also had a share, and even Nessario unexpectedly received one.

Charles learns from Artoria that Nesario is a high-ranking general in the Rurik Kingdom's air force, in charge of foreign operations. As for whether someone giving her a gift is considered a bribe, the former prosecutor general thought about it for a while and thought that there was no interest relationship between the two parties, so it was not counted.

A lot happened in Mason City that day. For example, some nobles "committed suicide in fear of crime" because they sent people to pretend to be nobles, for example, the square was full of special blue crystals the size of moving bricks to cash in futures contracts, for example, the third prince of the kingdom will become the lord of the territory around Mason City after his wedding and honeymoon, for example, the territories of many earls and marquis in the southeast have been split up and turned into fiefs of retired officers of the Praetorian Guard......

While Charles was waiting for the new dress to be ready, Princess Rose quickly completed the shuffle of power in the land.

Under the watchful eye of most of the kingdom's Janissaries, this reshuffle looked peaceful.

None of this was Charles's concern, and after giving the gift, he and Artoria left Mason City on a boat on the way.

There was a church dedicated to the god of harvest on the south side of Mason, and the priest had invited Charles to the church, so Charles took advantage of the free time today to bring Artoria here, and the two of them waited on the shore here tomorrow morning for the caravan chartered fleet to pass by before boarding the ship.

The Harvest Church is located not far from the riverbank, and when viewed from the air, this small church has a "〒" shaped layout. At the very front of it is an auditorium about six meters wide, about 15 meters long, and about four meters high. Behind the auditorium is the annex perpendicular to it, and behind the annex is a row of dormitory buildings parallel to the annex.

Accustomed to seeing the high-end and atmospheric red leaf church made of granite where St. Angel's mother lived, it was hard for Charles to imagine that the brick and wood house in front of him was also a church. If it weren't for the sickle coat of arms on the front door, Charles would have thought it was some wealthy man's house.

Fortunately, although the church is simple, it is well maintained, the house and its surroundings are clean and tidy, there are no cracks in the walls, and there are no traces of loose leakage on the tiled roof.

The door to the auditorium was open, and Charles and Artoria walked inside.

The inside of the church is also very clean, the benches and long tables made of logs are clean, there is no clutter on the floor, and there are no cobwebs on the beams.

The altar inside the auditorium was very simple, except for a pulpit, a copper sickle about a meter in diameter was inlaid on the wall.

In the seat near the window, a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in an earthy yellow robe, was writing and drawing in the sun.

The young man was so focused that he didn't even notice that there were guests in the auditorium.

The two visitors walked over silently and noticed that he was recording something.

After a while, the young man realized that he was being watched by two strangers.

"Huh?!" he looked up at the visitor in surprise, "welcome to the church, is there anything you can do?"

Artoria didn't answer, but pointed to a line on the parchment that the young man had just written: "High-yielding grapes transplanted from other places are susceptible to root gnawing pests, so consider using the original old vines in the local area as rootstocks, and then use high-yielding grapes from other places as scion for grafting." ”

The young man scratched his head, "So grafting can still be used like this?"

Charles's mouth opened wide in surprise, this style of painting is wrong.

As the saying goes, the painting style is not right, and the combat power is doubled, and Charles feels that the current Artoria's combat power is beginning to soar all the way.

Artoria flipped out a piece of parchment written by the young man, pointed to one of the passages that recorded the growth of melons and fruits, and said: "The roots of this melon are fragile, so we can consider grafting them with the same kind of relatives and well-developed roots as rootstocks. ”

Then she pointed to another record and said: "This fruit is a light-loving variety, and it is suitable for planting on the south side of the hillside, so planting it in the north side will be prone to illness due to lack of sunlight, so you can consider planting other things on the north side of the hillside." ”

Next, Artoria gave a theoretical guide on some of the issues recorded on the parchment of young people.

Charles, who was on the sidelines, was quickly relieved that Artoria had lived in a place where agricultural research was one of its main focuses for more than 300 years, and that she would naturally know a lot about agriculture. It's like an intelligence worker in a certain area, CCTV's farming and warfare channel, who has watched too much, and when he retires, he goes to the other side to engage in agriculture.

It wasn't until it got dark that Artoria stopped instructing the young man, who by this time had written down her words on several pieces of parchment.

"Thank you for your teaching!" the young man thanked and remembered that he had not introduced himself, nor did he know that the other party was sacred.

"My name is Gregor, and I am a monk of the Temple of the Harvest. The young man introduced himself.

Artoria and Charles also introduced themselves and then explained their intentions.

Seeing that it was already dark, Gregor said that he would go and prepare dinner for the guests.

Charles hurriedly said that he was going to help, and he brought his own ingredients.

Gregor refused, but Charles repeatedly insisted. Just kidding, with Artoria here, how could Charles possibly plunge the church into a food crisis.

"It's like I donate some food to the church. Charles finally convinced Gregor on this.

The kitchen is a separate house next to the dormitory building at the back, so as to prevent the company from being burned in case the canteen catches fire.

In the narrow open space between the annex building and the dormitory building is a row of flower beds that are divided into patches, and the flower beds are planted with red beans that have been ripe but not picked.

"Huh?" said Artoria, as if she had discovered something extraordinary, ran over to study some beans in the flower garden.

Gregor tried to reach out and hold her, but couldn't.

Then Charles saw the cold sweat on his head break out.