Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 334 The devout believer who came all the way from Tanzania

When he came to the sacred tree, Ron walked into the enclosure and pretended to pray for more than ten minutes.

Until now, Ron still finds it amazing that he doesn't believe in the Harvest Goddess at all, but when he prays, the imprint of the ears of rice on the center of his brow, which symbolizes the favored one, will become slightly warm.

It seemed that he was really communicating with the Harvest Goddess.

But in fact he was just thinking about what to have for lunch.

It can only be said that the system is the system. After so long, the goddess of harvest has not come to trouble, and I don't know how to do it.

Ron didn't know whether it was forced by the system, or what kind of transaction relationship was reached between the two.

After praying, Ron left the pen.

When the surrounding believers saw Ron, they saluted respectfully and drew the symbol of ears of rice on their chests devoutly.

When Ron walked into the prayer house on the side, he saw several people standing in line at the counter, taking out their own money and buying a few scale leaves.

The sale of scale leaves is not casual.

Because Ron is well aware of the efficacy of scale leaves, he specifically stipulated the requirements for purchasing scale leaves.

Only at the Divine Tree, if you pray devoutly for more than three days, you can buy less than five scale leaves in the prayer courtyard.

Moreover, all believers who have purchased scale leaves must truthfully register their personal information.

Although there will still be reselling, it will never become a shortcut for some people to make a lot of profits.

that's enough.

When Ron approached the counter, there was only one old man left to buy scale leaves.

This old man has mixed black and white hair. According to the age of ordinary people, he is about 60 or [-] years old.

After the people in front happily put away the scale leaves and left, the old man walked to the counter and took out a worn-out money bag from his arms, his wrist trembling a little.

But his fingers holding the money bag were very strong, as if he was afraid that the bag would fall.

pat.

The purse landed on the counter, making a nice sound.

Under the instruction of the missionary, the old man shared his personal information and the wishes he made while praying, and the missionary recorded them one by one.

The missionary was very competent and talked with the old man gently.

When the old man opened the money bag and copper coins were laid out on the counter, the missionary did not feel impatient.

While watching the old man take out the copper coins, the missionary took notes on the registration form.

After the old man counted carefully three times and confirmed that the counter was full of 100 copper coins, he pushed these copper coins to the missionary and drew the rice ear symbol on his chest devoutly.

The missionary returned the gift gently, and handed a scale leaf to the old man's hand.

The old man put the scale leaf into the money bag, tied the mouth of the bag with a strong string, and carefully put it into the collar of his chest.

I touched my chest through my clothes and felt

Seeing the existence of the money bag inside, the old man smiled joyfully, and a chrysanthemum blossomed out of his wrinkled face.

After watching the old man bid farewell to the missionary, turned around and left the prayer house tremblingly, Ron walked to the counter.

"His Royal Highness Ron."

When the missionary saw Ron, he immediately saluted and greeted him respectfully.

Because Ron would come over to collect the scale leaves every once in a while, so after seeing Ron, the missionary immediately ordered the people next to him to bring over half of the scale leaves collected during this period.

Although Ron had stopped the experiment on the scale leaves of the sacred tree at the laboratory of the Imperial City Magic Academy, the collection of these scale leaves did not stop.

In the past few days, the magicians dug from the foot of the walls of the Imperial Magic Academy are about to arrive in the city of chaos.

Among them are many believers who believe in the goddess of harvest.

Ron intends to hand over the sacred tree scale leaves to these people for further experiments, which should be able to create a more powerful potion than the healing potion researched by the laboratory of the Imperial City Academy of Magic.

However, these potions can only be used by believers of the Harvest Goddess.

Thinking of this, Ron suddenly had an idea.

Since these scales can change a person's belief, will it change his belief?

After all, although he is now the Goddess of the Harvest Goddess, he does not believe in the Harvest Goddess himself.

If you use it for yourself, will you also become the servant of the goddess?

Not planning to risk his life, Ron shook his head and put the thought behind him.

While waiting for the scaly leaves, Ron was idle and bored, and asked casually:

"Is that old man a local? He doesn't look very rich, so how could he be willing to buy scale leaves?"

The missionary moved the registration form in front of Ron, and replied respectfully: "He is a farmer from Tanzania City in the interior of the empire, and he came here to meet the sacred tree to pray."

Ron glanced at the registration form and saw the basic information of the person at the bottom—"Char, 63 years old, Tanzanian City, farmer, I hope this year's harvest will be better than last year, so that we won't be attacked by beast hordes again."

Meeting the residents of Tanzania in the city of chaos was something Ron had never expected.

From Tanzan City to Chaos City, even by horse-drawn carriage, it takes nearly half a month.

This shows that the old man is indeed a devout believer.

At the same time, the missionary continued to introduce Ron: "Old Charles arrived half a month ago, and he would pray in front of the sacred tree every morning, and it lasted several hours."

"I heard that last year, his field was devastated by beast hordes. Later, with the help of the local nuns from the Harvest Goddess, he survived that winter."

"This kind of thing is very common in many places in the empire, and we will try our best to do what we can."

"In a situation like his, there are nuns sent by the nun to help every year. He has been favored and naturally wants to return something."

Ron nodded, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

There is one thing to say, among the three major sects in the empire, the Goddess of Harvest is the most down-to-earth.

This is also related to the fact that it does not have much power in the upper echelon of the empire, so it can only take root at the grassroots level and expand its influence in this area as much as possible.

Ron appreciates this willingness to do practical things.

This is why the nuns called by the goddess of harvest don't have too much prejudice against ordinary people.

Even a sixth-level magician and nun like Sylvie will go to the front line to set an example in the famine that breaks out every few years.

Thinking of Sylvie, Ron changed his mind.

There is still some time before noon, why don't you go to the prayer house in the suburbs later?

Since the last time he promised Sylvie to hold the Gods of Hegemony Cup, his body has not been to the scene to watch it.

So after getting the scale leaves, Ron gave some instructions to the missionaries here as usual, then turned around and walked out of the prayer house, got into the carriage, and drove to the breeding base in the suburbs.

Fluttering Street Diary: Today's two chapters are all lying on the bed, using the voice code on the mobile phone... It seems that the voice seems to be more concentrated?I don't know if it's an illusion...

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