Archbishop Dimitri of Whigburg has been in a bad mood lately, very badly. Ever since he was suddenly asked for food by the succubus owner a few months ago, his image of majesty and majesty has been greatly damaged.

Now all the churches and magnates in Whigburg feel that His Excellency the Archbishop of the Morning Light Church is probably out of his mind, and he does not bother to support the aristocratic forces in the church, strengthen the force and prestige, but spend his days with some untouchable farmers.

For ordinary people at the bottom, Archbishop Dimitri is now very affectionate. He did not stay in the church all day, but often wore his robes and haunted the fields, doing the work of collecting the displaced people and rehousing the poor.

Although the Church of the Good God usually does the work of giving food and clothing to the poor, it is only done occasionally. No one does this all day long. Even the priest of Ilmat, the god of suffering, cherishes himself very much.

But His Excellency the Archbishop is so unpretentious, but it has dispelled many doubts in the public - for the past twenty or thirty years, there have been rumors that Dimitri has been improperly appointed to the throne and has used some improper means in the process of ascending to the archbishop.

Now that the archbishop was in the company of a bunch of mud-legged poor ghosts, no one thought there was something wrong with him - the Church of Morning Light was often rebellious, and I had never heard of a rebel who would abuse himself so badly.

Medis took Dimitri to death and told him to do whatever he wanted—to cultivate useful souls, he went to collect the outcasts; If he wants food, he will find a way to buy it; When he wanted more food, he asked the displaced people to reclaim the land.

Accomplished so much, Archbishop Dimitri gained unprecedented prestige among the poor of Whigburg. On prayer days, the church of Morning Light can be filled with people inside and outside the church. The rhetoric of other churches is no match for it.

Although they were all untouchables and pan-believers with few brains, the god of the morning light, Loshanda, was also deeply satisfied with this, and sent some divine grace to him. After all, it's nice to see a lot of people.

Only when I was alone would I sob to myself—I am indeed a rebel, or a dangerous rebel in collusion with the devil. But I didn't know that I would become like this.

In order to explain his actions to outsiders, Dimitri had to present himself as a loner who did not care about fame and fortune, regardless of gain or loss, and only wanted to work for the welfare of the public. He preached a lot......

"I don't need to be understood by everyone, but someone will understand me eventually."

How well it was said, the exiles wept with emotion, the bankrupt peasants hated to die for the archbishop, and the tavern bards began to write praises for him. Only the nobles secretly laughed at his indiscretion.

Because according to common sense, every poor person who is sheltered means a huge expense, and it is absolutely a loss to shelter more. As soon as they can't survive at a loss, the poor people will turn their faces - no one thought that the archbishop was still standing behind a pervert.

His Excellency Dimitri racked his brains and saved face to meet the succubi's master's request after request. But about a month ago, the succubus actually asked him to raise insects as required!

What the hell, when did the demons of the abyss start to think about bugs instead of fighting and killing desperate bloody battles? What is this new trend? Unheard!

Along with the new requirements of the succubus, Dimitri also received several hand-copied pamphlets - "Native Breeding of Earthworms", "New Ways to Make a Fortune - Cockroach Breeding", and "New Ways of Ecological Agriculture - On the Economic Application of Maggots".

What kind of bullshit is this!

Dimitri had read the three pamphlets, and he almost wanted to play dead—I was a high clergyman, I was a respected nobleman, and I was a saint of great fame. Okay now, I'm actually going to ......

Play!

All three of these broken books refer to the same thing—human and livestock excrement.

The archbishop hid in his room and wept silently. Others mingle with demons, and at most they will be devoured souls and become part of the bloody war. He has been worrying about his soul with demons, but he has no face.

If this spreads, Archbishop Dimitri might as well find a rope to hang himself over. Knowing this, he might as well be an ordinary priest in a convent in some country.

Dimitri sighed and cried, but he did not violate Medès's courage after all. He had recently followed the succubus's orders, and instead of being dangerous, his fame had skyrocketed. Every time he didn't understand, but afterwards he was always impressed......

Not only is the succubus not evil lately, but it has also been doing good deeds.

As a high-ranking clergyman, Dimiit looks old, but in fact he is physically strong and energetic. Unable to rest when ordered by Medès, he got up at night and opened any door to go from the church's rest room to the farm outside the city.

Except for a few campfires and night watchmen, the farm outside the city was pitch black, with only a slight cold breeze. Occasionally, a few dog barks are heard, but it is quieter.

Dimitri walked on a ridge of farmland with freshly cultivated fields at his feet. These fields were cultivated with newly arrived iron farming tools, and there was no time to grow wheat, so they had to grow leguminous crops that did not need much to serve.

A month ago, the succubus sent not only iron ploughs, but also hoes, shovels, and even kitchen knives, pots and bowls. These things used to be purchased and shipped to succubi by the archbishop in the Whigburg, and now they are returned in much larger quantities.

Dimitri had inspected the iron tools and supplies, and I have to say that they were of very good quality. He was even reluctant to give them to his farmers, choosing instead to sell them at the Whigburg market, where he made a lot of money.

Later, however, iron products became more and more available, and the archbishop gave them as a reward to the displaced peasant families who had been recruited and sheltered. This plays a very good role in improving life, motivating morale and building confidence.

There is no doubt that iron tools can greatly improve the efficiency of production and life. Dimitri was still worried about starving to death how many of his homeless people would starve to death in order to satisfy the succubus master's food needs. But now the problem is not as big as imagined.

Passing a small river, the farmers built a dam on their own. The dam was also repaired after obtaining iron tools, otherwise it would have been possible to repair it with a bunch of wooden hoes and bare hands.

The dam stores water, and there is more farmland that can be irrigated. Dimitri even thought that he could build a canal along the river and make use of more abandoned farmland around him. That way, there will be more land to be cultivated next year.

More land can grow more food, more food can house more displaced people, more displaced people can be cultivated, and more land can be cultivated for water conservancy.

Dimitri thought and thought, and suddenly was stunned - why am I thinking about this? I'm a noble clergyman!

Shouldn't the clergy stand under the statues of the gods in the church and talk every day to the believers who come to pray that 'God loves the world'? Collusion with demons is to climb to a higher position of power, enjoy better treatment, and have stronger power......

But what am I doing?

The archbishop felt that he was really an anomaly, a rare anomaly in the entire Church of the Morning Light. He shook his head and walked to the rows of wooden houses, where a peasant who was on night watch, holding a spear, stepped out of the sentry post outside the house and saluted respectfully.

"Your Excellency Dimitri, we have followed your orders and have been taking care of those bugs, never slackening." The peasant spearman whispered.

Well...... His Excellency the Archbishop came to this row of houses with a heavy mood and no good face. There were also many villagers around the house, who were also busy at night, and they were all very respectful when they saw him.

Frowning and taking a deep breath, Dimitri pushed open the door of a wooden house—a stench gushing from the room, pushing him out in a daze.

Damn it, who came up with the idea to raise bugs?