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Bishop John poured most of the bottle in one gulp, then hiccuped.

"Ah......" he sighed comfortably, "it's comfortable, I haven't drunk such good wine in years." ”

Charles quietly cast a wind spell and blew aside the smell of wine from Bishop John's side.

As the saying goes, when you go out, it's not strange to have a lot of gifts, although Charles doesn't drink at this time, but it is still necessary to have some good wine to give gifts.

Bishop John didn't seem to have a good amount of alcohol, though, and his face soon turned red.

When he was on the construction site in his previous life, Charles heard a worker say that there are three types of drunk people: the pig type who sleeps when drunk, the dog type who talks vigorously when drunk, and the monkey type who has ADHD when drunk.

Bishop John looked like a dog, and he couldn't stop as soon as he opened his chatterbox.

"You don't know, our harvest temple is having a hard time!"

"Back then, I thought that Philip could make us stand up, but no one expected him to die young!"

Charles was holding a glass of juice at this time, and he touched one with Bishop John, and then asked, "Why are you having such a hard time, I see that the other temples are having a good time?"

This is a big question in his mind, agriculture is the pillar industry of feudal society, not as dispensable as the god of souls and dreams, there is no reason to mix so badly.

"Alas......" Bishop John sighed, "the three mountains of slavery, demonic beasts, and power supremacy are holding us back." ”

Charles thought about it for a moment, and realized that he seemed to have touched a little light.

Bishop John poured himself two more sips of wine, and continued: "You are too young to know that slaves make up the vast majority of those engaged in farming and farming. ”

Charles nodded, he really didn't know about it.

"So, what does a good crop have to do with the slaves?" said Bishop John, with a sad look on his face.

Charles nodded again, like Mordred used to live in a pile of horse manure in the winter, and the harvest on the farm had nothing to do with her. Even in the eyes of the steward of the farm, the livestock were not worth much, they were commodities, and she was a consumable.

"To the stewards of the farms, it is good to have enough in the field, and their owners will not give them much reward. Bishop John continued, sipping his wine, and said, "They are satisfied as long as nothing happens to the place they are governing, and they come to us only when there is disease or infestation in the field." The usual field management has long been written and published, and when there is nothing to do, it is just a step-by-step process. ”

Charles continued to nod, and Mordred could use it as an example. Something happened to the farm where she used to work, and the steward of the farm paid her to hire the adventurer.

Seeing that the bottle was empty in Bishop John's hand, he took another bottle and handed it over.

Bishop John took the bottle, opened the lid, and drank again.

"And then there's Warcraft. Bishop John seemed to be starting to get drunk, "The farm is like a kitchen with the smell of food to the monsters, and the beasts who eat grass and meat like to go there to find food. Rather than how to increase the yield of the fields, people want to kill those monsters. ”

Charles sighed, and Mordred could use it as an example again.

At this time, Bishop John fell asleep on the table.

Gregor confessed to Charles and the two of them, and then helped Bishop John back to his room to rest.

The rest of the Dominant Bishop John didn't say anything, but Charles could think of a rough idea.

In human society, the vast majority of civilians rely on military merits to become knights to enter the aristocratic class, and only a very small number of people rely on superb sewing, forging and other handicrafts, and after a lifetime of hard work, they are rewarded by their masters with a knighthood in old age.

Knighthood based on increased grain production was unheard of for thousands of years, and Philip's title of "Great Sage" was an honorary title, not a knighthood.

In this case, the pursuit of agricultural production is kept to a minimum.

The Forge Temple is better, although their technological development has also touched the ceiling, but the weapons they make are just needed, so life is okay.

However, many believers in the Forge Temple simply failed to detect the development crisis that was hidden behind the massive demand for weapons.

Soon after, Gregor returned, "Two guests, the resting room is ready." ”

Then Charles was a little embarrassed, and Gregor only prepared a room with only one bed for the two of them.

Although there are still a lot of empty rooms, "Sorry, we only have one set of bedding left here that can be used." That's what Gregor said.

Seeing that Artoria's face showed no unusual expression in the light of the candles in the room, Charles gave up on taking the spare futon from his storage ring.

The moon stars are scarce, and the birds that come out to forage at night "coo" in the trees.

Artoria felt Charles tossing and turning behind her, so she turned over and saw Charles staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

She asked softly, "What's wrong, can't sleep?"

"Hmm. Charles replied. He originally wanted to walk around the dream just now, but because he had something on his mind, he logged out.

"Something on your mind?" Artoria asked.

Charles let out another "um".

"Tell me?" Artoria whispered.

Charles organized his language and said, "Agriculture is fundamental, why don't people pay attention to it?"

Artoria reached out and touched Charles's head and said, "Philip once said that the world is sick. Agriculture and industry should be the primary and secondary industries, but the world has become less and less important for a thousand years. Along with it, the Temple of Harvest and the Temple of Forging also began to decline. You can also see what the Harvest Temple looks like now, and the main believers of the Forge Temple are only the dwarves. ”

A little light flashed in Charles's mind, and a conjecture came to his mind.

"What's wrong?" Artoria noticed Charles's strangeness.

"It's fine. Charles changed the subject, "Just talking about genetics, don't you think Mordred looks too much like you?"

Artoria pinched Charles's face and said a little grimly, "What do you want to say?"

Charles replied obediently and sensibly: "I don't mean to say that Mordred is your descendant, I mean that her ancestors are likely to be people like you." ”

"I thought so too, because she had a hint of us in her. Artoria nodded, "Maybe they didn't join the war, but went into seclusion." ”

Charles smiled and asked, "Do you have any plans to add a brother or sister to Mordred?"

As a result, Artoria said "hehe" twice, "What, you want to help?"

Charles found that he seemed to have stepped on a landmine, so he changed the subject, "Hasn't there been anyone who has made your heart fall for so many years? ”

"He looked at me obediently. "He looked at me like he was looking at a granddaughter." ”

Then Charles felt a hint of murder, and Artoria said, "And, do you know what Philip has done to me?"

Charles shook his head.

Artoria puffed up, "He made a pit dig and let me go down." ”

Charles waited for a long time, but did not wait for the following. So he asked, "Is it his intention to plant you in the spring and harvest a basket of you in the fall?"

Artoria put her arm around Charles, "Don't talk about that, it's bad." Go to sleep, do you want me to sing you a lullaby like I put Mordred to sleep?"

Charles nodded subconsciously.