Clash of Lords: Civilization Game Comes to Reality

"Here are the supplies for the next week. You can count the number to see if there is anything missing."

Wuba took out his bound notebook and wrote down the data on it with a fine charcoal pencil.

As a front-line recorder, he naturally couldn't be vague about the information. If he was a little lax, the city hall would spend ten times more time to calculate the data.

In order to prevent the records from being soaked by sweat, he also made a waterproof bag with fur, which could slightly protect the records from being soaked by various liquids.

"If there is no problem, I will help you move it in."

The priest lady stood on tiptoe and looked at the supplies that were piled up half a person high. After comparing the height with the usual height, she gave up the calculation.

Although the lords here are black-hearted, all the numbers are correct.

Her service encountered a major setback at the beginning, and all the paid service items could not be carried out.

Without him, the lords were all paupers.

She nodded, and Wubai began to put the piled bags down from the cart one by one. These bags made by the tailor shop have only recently spread in the area.

The bags that can be sewn with thick cloth are very convenient for carrying materials. The excess production capacity in the tailor shop is used to produce such large bags that are convenient for the people's lives.

"I want to try... Hey."

The priestess took a bag of husked rice from the cart. Her body wrapped in the green priest skirt trembled, and she gritted her teeth and only pulled it up a few inches from the cart.

"Puff."

Wubai, who was standing aside, looked at her stubborn appearance and suddenly chuckled.

"Priestess, put it down, I will move it in. You have thin arms and legs, and this bag weighs 20 kilograms."

Wubai easily lifted the bag full of husked rice on the cart, turned around and picked up two smaller bags and handed them to the priestess, indicating that she should take it.

"Here is the dried meat, and here is the bag of salt."

It should be enough for a week.

Wuba carefully counted all the supplies. At the end of the handcart, there were two saplings with roots wrapped in strips to prevent water evaporation.

"These are the saplings you bought last time. It's a bit troublesome to find them around."

"Thank you!"

The priestess' eyes showed surprise. He mentioned it to Wubai when he sent her food last time, and the other party actually remembered it.

"Priestess, is it convenient for me to sit here for a while?"

"I don't want you, Priestess, I want Leah." The priestess pouted and waved her pink fist: "You can't remember my name after coming here so many times."

"The church is open to everyone."

Wuba touched his nose to hide his embarrassment, and followed Leah into the church with brisk steps.

She seemed very happy about her arrival.

The church is not small, with several rows of brown wooden benches for sitting, but there is no statue in the innermost part. Wu Bai also asked Leah about this problem. Her answer is that she only brought one statue, and one outside is enough, and the goddess is everywhere, so you don’t need to face the goddess in the hall to preach the doctrine.

"Well, Miss Leah, is there any difficulty here?"

Wu Bai explained to Leah's confused eyes.

"This is a record survey of our neighborhood watch organization. We are conducting a sample survey to investigate their suggestions for improving the current working environment and what information they need to submit."

But after the survey, he found that there was still a church in the corner that had not been investigated.

Wu Bai's eyes fell on the face of the priestess, and then moved away slightly.

The girl's delicate face reflected an attractive luster under the dim light, and her soft eyebrows were also visible, and her black hair swayed in the wind.

Noticing his gaze, the priestess gently lifted her hair and met his gaze.

They separated immediately.

It's better not to say such things.

"Well, I'm quite satisfied with this place."

Leah's calves swayed slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her hands made a sprouting gesture.

"Just like the plants that have just emerged in the water, they are full of vitality and have an upward spirit. The goddess of life likes such a plant very much."

"If it's difficult, please help me lead a canal to the back. It's very inconvenient to fetch water every time."

The priests of the goddess of life have their own water purification methods. These blessed waters dare not say that they can heal injuries and drive away diseases, but they can replenish people's physical strength and are as sweet and moist as spring water.

Therefore, after working, people like to take a rest here and drink a bowl of water.

For this reason, the farmers also spontaneously put dozens of benches in front of the church. They did not have much fear of God in their hearts, but regarded this place as a place to rest.

As for preaching, the priestess prepared water for the farmers every day, and did not have much extra energy to explain the doctrine to these farmers who could not read... only knew one or two words.

"Well, the canal? I can come to help you deal with it when I have free time in a while."

Wuba recorded Leah's needs in his notebook.

"Any other questions? Don't worry about delaying my time. The lord gave us a holiday. I didn't have any tasks for a while. I remembered that the supplies had not been delivered yet, so I came here."

Wuba sat on the bench outside the house and shook out a letter from his notebook. It was more like a note than a letter.

This was the letter he received when he came out of the guard post. To avoid getting it wet, Wubai put it in a leather bag between his notebook and his notebook.

The content of the letter was very simple, but the handwriting was like that of someone who had just learned to write.

With a difficult word, he thanked the guards for what they had done for him these days, saving his child who crawled out of the roof out of fun.

Wu Bai still remembered that he was slightly injured that time trying to catch the child.

Leah sat next to Wubai, and Wubai did not hide the letter.

Leah still remembers the first time she explained the goddess's teachings to Wu Bai. He sat underneath and listened to her sermon quietly.

"If the goddess of destiny can guarantee that no one will be hungry, then I will believe it."

He replied.

And Wu Bai turned over a new page of white paper, and the charcoal fell on the paper.

"Do you want to draw?"

Leah leaned forward, a look of surprise in her eyes.

"Well, it's beautiful here."

Wu Bai's gaze fell into the distance, the afternoon sun was fierce, no one was working at this time, and the fields were so pure that only crops were left. He spoke slowly, and Leah listened to his voice quietly.

"놆Ah, my family members say that I have a strong talent for painting. If nothing unexpected happens, I may choose to be a painter in the future."

Wu Bai showed the sketch he had drawn in his hand to Leah.

The brush strokes are concise, outlining the hilly scene, black and white are divided into layers, and the waves of wheat are described layer by layer. This sketching light technique has come to the fore.

Freehand brushwork wins form.

Wu Bai stared at the green wheat undulating in the distance, while Leah sat next to Wu Bai, slightly close to him.

Quietly enjoying the afternoon sunshine.