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A few lazy clouds floated in the blue sky, looking down on the busy people on the land.

The joy of the harvest has gradually dissipated, and the people have completely idle.

Autumn weather is chilly, and it is said that snow has begun to fall in the northernmost part of the Republic of Dante, and cold air is pouring in waves towards the Turman Empire.

The people of Greentown gathered in the square, chatting lazily.

The pace of life in the countryside is so slow, so slow that people can't get a trace of motivation.

A year's hard work was turned into copper and silver coins that flowed into everyone's hands not long ago. With money and leisure, it is natural to relax and relax.

The circus, which had been heading south, also saw the opportunity and entered the town after three days of advance publicity by the strikers.

The head of the circus wore a comical leather coat covered with brass nails, revealing a round belly like that of a pregnant woman in July and August, and the whip in his hand was whipped in the air from time to time. A Dante leopard, a specialty of the Republic of Dante, squatted on a small stool and bared its teeth at the funny regimental leader. Whenever the regimental commander walked past him, it either stretched out its claws to attack him from behind, or stretched out its head to bite him. But every time it was always dangerously staggered a distance, making the people in the town exclaim in a low voice.

Rossi stood outside the crowd, watching this rare pastime, but his mind was on something else.

The first pot of liquor had been divided between the Templars and the Templars. Priests are not allowed to drink alcohol, but this does not include the armed forces of the Church of Light. These combatants have been subjected to rigorous training for many years, and they have to deal with casualties, and drinking alcohol has become one of their rare ways to relieve stress.

Before that, no one had ever made baijiu. Perhaps it was because grain was more expensive than the ubiquitous and inexpensive sugar cane and other sugar-based fruits, or perhaps because the Empire's grain was in short supply over the years, so few people would think of making wine from it. The main food rations of the people of this world are wheat, and a kind of corn. The liquor obtained by fermentation and distillation of these two grains was mellow and much softer than the slash-and-axe rum, and soon gained the affection of these warriors.

Rossi has already started the second round of brewing, and is considering whether to make some beers, but unfortunately no hops have been found so far.

During this time, the Empire once again veiled Rossi for presenting a partial list of Templars, and forgave them for any sins they might have committed.

After all, the fist can only exert its greatest strength after it is withdrawn, and the dagger is also hidden in the sleeve to be the most terrifying, and these Templars who have been exposed have lost their cover, but are not as terrifying as before. It also proves what the Imperial elite have speculated that there may be opposition within the Church.

Francisco wrote a letter to Rossi, in which he told him that Prince Fabio was pleased with his approach, that he was considering whether to give him the title of baron, and that he should go to the imperial capital on Victory Day this year to participate in the annual revelry.

Victory Day is like the National Day of China on Earth, commemorating more than 1,700 years of the Tuormans who overthrew the rule of the Bosi, established the Tuhlman Empire, and ended the days of oppression. On this day, the whole country will rejoice, there will be celebrations everywhere, and His Majesty the Emperor will also come out of the palace to face the common people of the imperial capital.

By the way, more than a hundred years ago, His Majesty the Emperor of the Turman Empire was killed by the Pope of the Church on Victory Day.

After receiving the letter, Rossi pondered for a moment and wrote a reply to Francisco, thanking him for his help and lobbying, and promising to go to the imperial capital to meet him and meet Prince Fabio before Victory Day.

With Rossi gaining nostocratic status, the church immediately received the attention it deserved in the town. Ordinary people may not know what this means, but they will respect the status of the nobility.

And it was after Rossi was given nobility that the church in Greentown absorbed a second believer, a young man diagnosed with a terminal illness, who was given a new lease of life with the help of healing and medicine.

The most precious thing in the world is probably life, and the young man who almost died after experiencing the great horror between life and death, completely fell to the church, and under the persuasion of his family, he still went his own way and became a believer. He had a stronger faith than Harno, lived almost in the church, and attended morning classes every day, leading Rossi to think that he had become a fanatic.

Influenced by him, Hano's attitude towards morning classes became more serious, of course, there was another reason for him to do this, that is, Rossi was a nobleman.

The aristocracy represents the privileged class and has unimaginable power for the common people, and it is not an embarrassing thing to be the dog leg of the aristocracy, but something to show off.

In the midst of all the chores, Rosie's prayer level was upgraded by one level.

He didn't even imagine that he would rise so fast. He was very busy during this time, dealing with the rich people in the town, and also had to communicate with Carman or Richard, and the time for daily prayer was extremely limited. But even so, his prayer level grew much faster than the diligent prayer he prayed every day in the church headquarters.

Rosie felt that maybe it was wrong to practice with his head bored, and he prayed that there must be other ways to level up more quickly, but he hadn't figured out this law yet.

Anyway, prayer has increased by one level, and there are two more divine spells that can be used.

One is the healing technique that has been called upon for a thousand years, and the other is the holy light technique.

Needless to say, almost all the people in the church know about this magic technique, and many clergy can use it proficiently. And the Holy Light Technique is another more interesting divine art, or chicken ribs.

This magic is no longer useful today, and it can burn mental power within a certain radius around the caster. In the era of mages, this magic was an out-and-out "god" art, as it could effectively reduce the magic released by magicians.

In addition to this, Rosie also gained an attribute point.

This time, instead of blindly adding attribute points to prayers, he saved them. He had a hunch that attribute points would be of great use in the future, and should not be used simply to improve the level and attributes of prayer.

"Lord Rossi, the Tigers have sent someone. Hano whispered in Rossi's ear, "There's one person I know, who has been to Greentown before and spent a few days in the casino. ”

Rosie came back to her senses and nodded noncommittally.

The Tigers sent someone to him as he expected, and Francisco had said about it, but Rossi wouldn't think that the matter between him and the Tigers would be settled like that. After all, he slapped the Tiger Society in the face, and if the rumored White Fox Santos was really a hero, he would definitely not really compromise.

Hano saw that Rossi didn't seem to say anything, and stopped talking. He is now really proud, and everyone in the town knows that he has hugged the thigh of the church and Rosie, and has become the dog leg of the nobles. Those who looked down on him would also smile when they saw him. Regardless of what they really thought in their hearts, Hano was willing to do it. People live all their lives, and they live on face, which also strengthens his idea of continuing to hold Rosie's thighs.

Rosie's trouble is his trouble, so he must think about Rosie.

Rosie, on the other hand, was thinking about something else.

The stage in Greentown is too small for him to use his ideas and talents, and he is waiting for an opportunity.

A chance to leave Greentown.