Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 173 Matching a Seed to the Divine Tree (! Ask for a ticket~)

morning.

Ron forced himself out of bed.

Do morning exercises, take a bath, and eat breakfast as usual.

Unlike usual, Nora blushed when she saw Ron, and she didn't dare to look at him.

At this time, Yuna would watch from the sidelines, holding back a smile and throwing a "you pervert" look at Ron.

Sylvie didn't say her morning prayer either.

She dispatched a few missionaries and nuns from the church, and began to instruct Ron to prepare for the imperial city.

Ron was still the same as usual. After breakfast, he walked into the study to read, or made a few legendary killing cards to pass the time.

He waited until almost nine o'clock before he checked the time, got up and left from the study after confirmation.

"Where is His Royal Highness Ron going?" Sylvie got up from the sofa in the living room and followed Ron's pace.

"Go to the sacred tree in the east of the city."

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East of the city.

When Ron was assassinated, the assassin was turned into a giant tree by the badge's passive skill "vigorous" before he could make a move.

Because Ron said to the public that it was God's punishment from the Harvest Goddess, the shops near the sacred tree on this street were bought by the Harvest Goddess and built into simple prayer houses.

Goddess believers from all over the world came to worship and pray after hearing about it.

Even believers from the northern and western borders have come here after traveling through mountains and rivers.

The Harvest Goddess Church in Chaos City has really made a lot of money by relying on the sacred tree.

The increasingly old churches have been renovated, and Bishop Morris has many smiles on his face.

It had nothing to do with Ron, though.

Apart from going to the church to pray routinely every weekend, he did not intervene in the internal affairs of the church by relying on his status as the Goddess' representative.

For the affairs around the sacred tree, he only took the share as a rule, and did not take advantage of the church.

The cold wind blowing from the north slipped in through the carriage windows, and there were flakes of snow mixed in.

A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the road surface, which was crushed into pools of dirty snow slag by passing carriages and pedestrians, which did not look good at all.

"If it's the imperial city or a city further north, it should have been closed by heavy snow by this time, right?" Ron stretched out his hand out of the window, picked up a few snowflakes in, and watched them slowly die in his hands.

"En." Sylvie nodded, "Muxue Pass in the northernmost part of the empire, the snow at this time is probably as tall as a person. If it is the imperial city, it should be just enough to submerge one foot."

"Then I'll look forward to it." Ron leaned comfortably on the carriage, "There is another reason to go to the imperial city."

The carriage stopped at the intersection of the street where the sacred tree was located.

Ron and Sylvie got off the carriage and walked into the street.

The boots stepped on the snow on the street, making a crackling sound.

Seeing the few figures in front of the sacred tree, Ron nodded in satisfaction.

He deliberately picked the time to come here.

Today is Thursday, after nine o'clock in the morning, most commoners are working hard at this point, only the nobles will do nothing at this time.

The Goddess of Harvest Sect has very few noble believers.

Therefore, during this time period, apart from some devout believers who traveled thousands of miles from other regions, there were not many people.

Ron walked into the prayer house on the side of the street. The missionary inside saw Ron's figure, got up and hurried over, saluted and greeted in a hurry: "His Royal Highness Ron."

Ron drew a rice ear symbol on his chest, and said in return: "This morning, I received a decree from the goddess, and I need to bless the sacred tree. Please let the believers stay away for a while, and don't get close to the sacred tree." .”

The missionary was stunned, and then quickly reacted: "Yes, yes, I will ask the believers to leave immediately."

"Pay attention to the tone of your words. If you don't want to leave, just let them sit in the prayer courtyard for a while." Ron instructed, "The blessing won't be too long, and it won't delay their prayers."

"I understand."

The missionary hurried to call for help.

Sylvie tilted her head curiously: "Goddess' decree?"

"En." Ron had done things in the name of the goddess not once or twice, and he still didn't blush when asked by Sylvie.

Sylvie's eyes showed envy, and she was curious about the way the goddess conveyed the decree.

Being favored by the gods is really enviable, being able to communicate directly with the goddess is something that many believers have dreamed of for a lifetime.

Ron sat for a while in the house of prayer.

Soon, the already small number of believers were invited to the prayer house.

Everyone was unwilling to sit down, and stood at the door looking towards the direction of the sacred tree, hoping to watch the whole process of blessing.

Ron got up and walked out of the prayer house, and came to the fence surrounding the sacred tree.

The missionary respectfully opened the gate of the fence for him, allowing Ron to step into the shade of the sacred tree.

Ron came to the sacred tree whose trunk was thick enough to be surrounded by three people, looked up, his eyes were a little dazed.

Speaking of which, he hasn't been here for more than half a month.

Today's sacred tree has become more and more lush. Although it is only more than ten meters high, the trunk and branches are very thick. Each leaf is the size of a human face, and its vitality is extremely strong.

The face that the assassin had left on the tree trunk was no longer visible.

It's as if when a person gains weight, the abdominal muscles will become one.

Ron didn't think about it any more. Standing in front of the sacred tree, he pretended to draw the symbol of rice ears on his chest, and silently moved the mark of the god-favored person between his eyebrows to make everything look like that.

then.

He pulled out a parasitic log.

The moment Parasite came out of the [backpack], it was like seeing a peerless beauty. He didn't stop at all, and turned around and rushed to the place where the assassin's face should be.

The roots of the tentacles pierced the bark of the sacred tree.

The two hooked up quickly.

The believers in the distance felt a certain shadow flicker, and then did not see any other movement.

Because the distance is relatively far, and the parasitic wood has the ability to assimilate itself into the epidermis of the parasitic plant, believers cannot see the difference from a distance.

Ron reached out and used the plant growth technique on the parasitic tree, making its bark quickly evolve into the same color as the bark of the divine tree.

It wasn't until the two couldn't see the difference when they looked closely that Ron nodded in satisfaction.

He has tried all kinds of plants provided by the system before, except for the puppet tree that has the honor of being favored by the parasitic tree, the other plants have not been liked.

So Ron thought of this sacred tree in the east of the city.

In essence, this sacred tree transformed from the passive skill of the badge can also be regarded as a system-made one.

Now Ron took the parasitic wood for a try, and the two really fit well.

It's a pity that the sacred tree cannot be brought to the breeding space, but it can only be mated and grown with the parasitic tree slowly.

He is only a second-level magician now, and a small plant growth technique simply cannot satisfy the huge body of the sacred tree.

It is estimated that it will take a few months to slowly transform the sacred tree into an emerald cypress by relying on parasitic wood alone.

When I come back from the imperial city, I hope to see some changes.

At that time, the scale leaves produced by the sacred tree will probably have a stronger healing effect.

Pujie Diary: A chapter is fixed for two hours a day, ten hours a day... I basically spend all the time except sleeping and eating for typing... My cat keeps knocking out my mouse, and it doesn't hurt to give it eye drops. Well done, you still bite me all the time, I'm so mad...

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