I lost the sun god

"We are the priests of our Lord, and we must treat potential believers of our God kindly." Antonio exhorted to Viminaga.

Although the God of Agriculture is not a deity of the good camp, and his priests do not need to be kind, a kind priest is always more friendly than an indifferent and violent priest, and affinity is particularly important when preaching.

This is the conclusion he came to after observing the priest of the God of Vengeance.

Viminaga, whose appearance gave people a feeling of being not easy to mess with, showed a smile that he thought he was friendly, and nodded:

"Well, I'm kind."

Almost at the same time as he smiled, several farmers moved back a few times as if they were taken aback, making their positions farther away from Viminaga.

They were captured by Viminaga, and when they were captured, the other party also extended an invitation with the same smile as this one.

"Don't worry, we won't hurt you."

You didn't hurt us, but what's the difference between you arresting us here and not letting us work and hurting us... These farmers fell silent.If the farmland is not reclaimed this month, there will not be enough grain to pay taxes next year, and if there is no grain to pay taxes, they will be captured by cruel officials as slaves.

Seeing that these farmers did not speak, Antonio directly stated his purpose, "I am here to spread the belief of God."

"Believe in my god and you can get a good harvest."

Harvest?The word caught the attention of those who, as farmers, wanted nothing more than a good harvest, which would mean enough to feed themselves after paying the tax, and maybe buy some sweets and new clothes for their children.

"Can you really get a good harvest?"

Among the farmers, a younger man with less dark skin had the courage to ask the starter

"of course."

Antonio gave an affirmative answer without even thinking about it, "My God is the god who dominates agriculture, the god of abundance who makes the earth harvest, and the protector of farmers. As long as you believe in him, he will protect you You will have a bountiful harvest every year."

It sounds good, but it doesn't sound like it's real.

"You come with me."

Antonio took a step forward and walked forward.

The peasants hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward one by one, quietly following Antonio, wanting to see if what he said was true.

See if the words that sound illusory and unreal at all are true.

Soon, Antonio stopped in front of a field, and he made a prayer.

"Praise be to the great god of agriculture, Sandro..."

Chapter 3 Twelve: Miracles

A sacred and energetic green light was released from Antonio's hands and landed on the one-acre farmland in front of him.

Small, thin and yellow shoots broke through the soil and grew out, growing into golden yellow and heavy wheat in front of these farmers.

In this season when everyone is still working hard to sow, an acre of farmland has a bumper harvest.

This shocking picture made them feel as if they had returned to the miracles displayed when the temple of the God of Cruelty was established in the city of Burgundy several decades ago.

In their minds, Antonio overlapped with the priest who was said to have been descended by God.

"As long as we believe in the God of Agriculture you said, can our farmland be like it?" A farmer named Gefir pointed to the harvested farmland and asked excitedly, his eyes brightened.

"No."

Antonio gave a negative answer.

Of course not, in order to make what he did appear extremely impactful, he spent one-fifth of his divine power to make all the wheat seeds in this acre of farmland skip the long growth stage and mature directly.

In a way, this is tantamount to a miracle.

The reason why miracles are miracles is because they do not happen often. If miracles are performed every day, then they are not called miracles, but scenery.

Hearing this answer, Goffier's eyes that lit up for a moment dimmed, and the hope hidden behind the blue eyes disappeared without a trace.

"However, after believing in the God of Agriculture, the maturity time of wheat will be reduced by one-third, and the wheat that was originally harvested twice a year will be harvested three times a year."

"Three crops a year do you mean that we can plant wheat three times a year and harvest it three times a year?" Geoffrey asked subconsciously.

"Yes." Antonio replied in the affirmative.

"As long as you believe in the God of Agriculture, you will have it?" Geoffrey asked, "Can every mu of farmland be cropped three times a year?"

"Yes."

Antonio, standing in front of the golden wheat field, outlined something called a bright future for them, "After you believe in the God of Agriculture, the Agriculture Druids, that is, the priests of our Temple of Agriculture, will come here every year during the planting season Bless your farmland, and the blessed farmland will be ripe three times a year."

"And if you are devout enough, you may also attract the blessing of our lord, the God of Agriculture. The farmland blessed by my lord can even produce four or five crops a year."

The harvested farmland during the planting season attracted the attention of the villagers, and they gradually gathered towards this farmland.

After hearing Antonio's extremely seductive words, someone couldn't help but ask,

"How can I get the blessing of the God of Agriculture?"

Antonio said like a magic stick:

"If you believe in my lord devoutly, sooner or later you will be blessed by my lord."

pious?The farmers who gathered here were all a little dazed. There was a regulation in Burgundy Chester City that they had to pay more taxes if they didn’t believe in the God of Cruel Officials. In order not to pay more taxes, they all believed in the God of Cruel Officials. Their beliefs had never I have been devout before, but I don’t know how to show my piety so as to get God’s blessing.

At this moment, Antonio and Viminaga keenly noticed that the elements around them were beginning to be suppressed by a stronger force.

They raised their heads and looked at the sky, only to see the golden divine power descending from the distant void. On the mu of farmland outside the village, thin and yellow shoots grew in unison.

Under the bright sun, rows of golden-yellow, heavy wheat quickly took shape.

A gust of wind blows, and the golden wheat waves roll up.

Our fields are all ripe?Seeing this miraculous scene, the residents of the village opened their mouths unanimously, their eyes full of shock.

This is... the divine power of my lord!Praise the great god of agriculture Sandro!Feeling the familiar breath contained in the divine power, Antonio shouted excitedly,

"This is a miracle of my lord!"

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In the temple of cruel officials in the city of Burgundy, several priests wore pure black priest clothes. On the sleeves of the priest clothes, a naked man with a dry body and horns was embroidered on the cuffs. The last one After the praying believers left, they closed the door of the temple and started talking.

"Another church of the gods has focused on the city of Burgundy, and this church has placed the temple next to our temple..."

The temples of the gods are not next to each other, which is the default rule between churches.