Chapter 398 What Are the Basic Skills of the Harvest Church?

Although the Paladins are all proficient in the Holy Light Healing Technique, they can allow everyone to continuously send the wounded in. This kind of treatment efficiency can only be achieved by alchemists with absolutely excellent technical skills.

Considering that there was no such professional talent in the team before, and it is impossible to suddenly create such a professional talent now, then this person can only be an acquaintance who can appear here at this moment.

Therefore, after pushing aside the surrounding knights, Tenis saw that the one who had found a clean place to conduct field consultations was none other than Ji Ming himself.

Although he has not officially treated anyone for a long time, the skills he honed with high intensity will not be forgotten so quickly, and he returned to his former efficiency after a short period of adaptation.

Therefore, with the cooperation of sufficient drugs, the person who was about to die was pulled back, and an arm that would have been amputated was saved. It was a good news.

This is undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the morale that has hit rock bottom, and the knights with complex expressions can finally put some smiles on their faces.

Fortunately, but also unfortunately, Ji Ming's treatment ended quickly, because all the wounded who could still breathe had been treated by his hands, and there were really no more.

"Don't leave in a hurry. Let's rest where we are. It won't be too late to return to the city after we recover."

After giving the final instructions, Ji Ming followed Tenis to a nearby secluded place.

The first thing the old lady did after she stood still was to take out the riding crop hanging from her waist.

"Tell me, should I hit you, or should you hit yourself?"

Are you so tough, grandma, even taking out the whip?

Although Ji Ming did take action because he guessed that Tenis would be able to think about it after calming down, he did not expect that he would use shocking words when he opened his mouth.

——Isn’t it the ascetic sect that we promised, why did we suddenly revert to the classic server!

Fortunately, he was well prepared and came up with the words he had thought of in advance.

First, he did receive a warning from Vipers that they planned to ambush the team heading north today.

But the problem is that she only told the time and people, but not the location at all, because...

"Because that man who could use magic and almost succeeded, forcibly interfered with the assassination plan?"

There is a saying that when you stand on a bridge and look at the scenery, the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

Therefore, when Thyme smoothly put the pot on the snake, she would not have thought that Ji Ming would also put the pot on him.

The theoretical basis of this pot is - since the Holy Light Church can rely on defense in its own territory, the Jungle Church has no obligation to be monolithic.

Therefore, in Ji Ming's narrative, Thyme's existence is no longer a containment and supervision for the poisonous snake, but a pure and mortal enemy.

The main character is a poisonous snake, and he turns the tables, and the poisonous snake toasts him without drinking. I have no selfish motives, and all my actions are to go against the adults!

When the two met, enemies became extremely jealous. If there weren't a bunch of wooden steps blocking their way, they would probably have judged whose sword is sharper.

Thyme also relied on the Holy See's tiger skin to hold on to the venomous snake and failed in the first assassination. Later, she maliciously delayed the action and successfully intervened in the formulation of the plan.

Of course, he definitely didn't intervene to help, but to disgust, so much so that Viper originally proposed several plans, but he forcibly found fault with them all and rejected them all with one vote.

At this point, in order to verify his words, Ji Ming also took out a secret letter given to him by Viper.

Because this letter was originally written by a poisonous snake, the authenticity can be verified just by looking at the trembling and crazy word "dog crawl" and the densely packed text with swear words.

After learning about the difficulties encountered by Viper, Ji Ming, her superior, wrote a reply letter and gave it to the messenger to return the same way.

In his eyes, faced with such a restricted and dead situation, the only solution is "If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."

So according to this idea, his advice to Viper is very simple, that is, fish like crazy, and the time for submitting plans will be delayed thereafter.

For example, if she planned to take action in the afternoon, she would submit it as an urgent message before noon.

If Thyme dares to confront her, she can slap him with the label of "delaying the opportunity to fight" afterwards and let him have a taste of the boomerang.

"So this is ah."

Anyway, everything followed Ji Ming's words, and judging from the facts, it seems to be true, and Tenis has no reason to launch an attack.

Instead, he thought about it for a moment and suddenly raised his head.

"Wait, that poisonous snake..."

"I have used some methods from the Holy Seat of Souls. People... just need to slow down a little bit. It's just a pity that this line is broken."

"...Well, everything has a price, as long as we can solve the problem."

"That's the truth."

By the time they figured out what was going on behind them, the surviving knights had almost rested.

"Let's go back to the city first."

The rest of the matter will naturally be settled by Marquis Fuguang, but this involves recruiting civilians to clean up the battlefield and providing pensions to the fallen knights.

Already in decline, he touched his pocket and found that such a huge expense in such a short period of time was indeed a bit overwhelming.

If it had been in the past, he would still have the shamelessness to imitate his peers and impose corvee services, but let’s not mention that he has never done such a thing. Even if he did, the adults in the church would still be there.

What if they are not happy with what they see, and vent their anger at being assassinated on themselves, and report to the capital for oppressing the people...

Some things are lighter than a goose feather if they are not weighed, but they are as heavy as a thousand pounds if they are weighed. At that time, I will be skinned by the pretending righteous people in a very real way.

But this is a knife in the front, and it will also be a knife in the back if I can't pay.

With the current health bar of the Fuguang family, it seems that they are doomed to die.

When he paid his men to go to the next county to find half-elves to boost morale, he didn't even dare to follow the group, and used up the last bit of savings.

He was so worried that he didn't want to eat or drink, and even stopped his routine the next morning, just holding the hand extended by his own external brain.

"Asia, what's the plan?"

The head maid was silent for a moment, and slowly smiled politely but awkwardly.

"Master, I am not the omnipotent wish-making princess."

"Sad cry!"

Desperate Fu Guang sighed, thinking that he was really sorry for his grandfather. The family business that the old man had worked so hard to build was going to be ruined by his grandson.

Oh...

Wait, old man!

He rushed out of the door, rushed into the kitchen to get a big pot of red vegetable soup, covered it with three layers of pancakes and ran to the basement.

The private prisons of the nobles are usually set up under the castle, and because the Northbound Team, which had suffered another disaster, decided to stay here for two days, a special prisoner was also transferred here.

Respectfully offering food, Fu Guang did not hesitate to give a great gift.

"Senior, I need your wisdom!"

At this time, the little lion was reading with a magic lamp on, and saw a pig rolling in with a pile of food, and was so scared that he almost threw the book away.

Seeing that he had something to ask of him and took the initiative to bring food, he had to put away this joke book called the Diary of a Great Sage.

"Okay, stop knocking. Hey, raise your head! Tell me, what's your problem?"

Fu Guang quickly got up and told the Death Knight about the world-destroying crisis in front of him.

The little lion took a bite of the pancake with thick soup, and his face was full of confusion after listening.

"That's it?"

Fu Guang was stunned.

"That's it!"

"Ouch..."

The little lion leaned against the wall, with pity in his eyes.

"Mr. Marquis, isn't the solution to this problem obvious? How come you didn't see it?"

"Uh."

Glancing at the soft bed where the Death Knight was sitting at the moment, and the loose clothes on it because of his thin body, Fu Guang thought that he shouldn't ask me to sell my dick.

"Um, what do you mean..."

"Borrow! Don't you even have the nerve to borrow money?"

Borrow... How could Fu Guang not have thought of this? He immediately put on a mask of pain.

"Senior, you don't know..."

"Stop, stop, stop! I know you are afraid and dare not show your weakness, so I didn't ask you to borrow money from the surrounding nobles."

At this point, he pointed to the ceiling.

"Can't you just borrow money from the archbishop and the princess?"

"Ah!?"

Fu Guang's eyes almost popped out when he heard this, and he was horrified.

"You asked me to borrow... eh?"

But just as he started, he deflated like a deflated pufferfish.

——That's right!

Seeing that the Marquis switched to the state of enlightenment at the speed of light, the little lion couldn't help but start teaching.

"Marquis, you may not know that when others can touch you, the one who borrowed the money is indeed the grandson, but when others can't touch you, the one who borrowed the money is the master! Do you think they have all returned to the capital, and they can still come to blame you for such a small amount of money? Impossible."

"Besides, who did the knights under your command die for? In the final analysis, didn't they die to protect the princess? These are all loyal and righteous ministers. It's not too much for them to pay a large portion of this pension!"

Good guy, this is not a tip, this is simply a sunflower acupuncture!

The excited Fu Guang was about to praise, but heard the death knight suddenly asked again.

"Also, you borrowed their money, you definitely can't pay it back in a short time, right?"

"That's for sure, senior! Even if I learn from other families to ruthlessly squeeze the land of the common people, such a large sum of money, how much oil can a group of poor people get even if their bones are broken? I guess it will take three years to scrape it out."

"Isn't that right!"

The little lion clapped his hands.

"Every winter, or when you need help from others, you can go to the capital and the church to find them in the name of repaying the money."

"Just say that you are here to repay the money, don't they have to meet you? Then if you want to say a few more words, don't they have to listen?"

"After this, won't you have connections?"

At this point, the little lion clapped his hands again.

"Think about it carefully, your business...what big deal can you have? In the eyes of the masters of the capital, maybe you don't even need to say anything, just write a letter and it will be settled!"

Snap!

This time it was not the little lion who clapped his hands, but Fu Guang who knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard.

"Senior! I kowtow to you on behalf of my father! Please become sworn brothers with my grandfather!"

"???"

The little lion, who was voicing his ambitions, was almost scared to death by his move, thinking that you are not just climbing up the pole, you are preparing to follow the pole to carry people to the moon and dig up their footprints.

He quickly restrained himself.

"Not really! Lord, you get up first. I'm just saying this, it may not work!"

But Fu Guang was just a fat pig in human form. He was suppressed in rank and even used all his strength to help him up with great difficulty.

But even if he helped him up, he only changed from kneeling to bowing.

"Benefactor, since you don't want to, can you leave a name so that I can have a thought?"

"Uh..."

The little lion had learned from Ji Ming that he might be the first generation of the Lionheart King, but he had never mentioned this secret to anyone.

Thinking about it, he grinned.

"My name should be Giuseppe."

If it was five hundred years ago, this name would represent the human hero who cut down the sacred tree, but five hundred years later...

"Oh, Giuseppe! I know! I heard that parents in the deep forest like to name their little boys Giuseppe, and even little girls may be named Giusena."

...

"Hehe, yes."

Here the little lion is instructing Master Fuguang on how to escape danger, while on the other side, the dense forest believers who were still suspicious yesterday have already started on-the-job training.

"Yes, keep the magic output, but don't be too fierce. These are fragile herbs, and they can't stand the rough magic ripening."

For his first batch of believers, Grayson is still quite attentive, and specially picked a good-looking tree man as an incarnation to teach in person.

But for these lunatics who were still eating nectar and going crazy yesterday, the word "gentle" seems a bit too difficult.

So the wheat seedlings in front of them either turned into biting monster grass or simply burned to ashes by excessive magic input, the effect was quite poor.

That is to say, Grayson had the patience to teach, otherwise, if it was Bloomfield, Longlong would have gone back to the attic to sleep and pretend to be dead.

But since it is a "class", no matter how many poor students there are, there can always be a top student, so in the chaos, there is still a heavy ripe wheat proudly piercing the sky.

... Well, this is underground, it may not reach the sky, so let's just stick to the ceiling.

Teacher Grayson hurried over and started to praise, and also organized representatives of poor students to come and observe and learn.

"Look, this gentleman has done a good job, everyone keep working hard, you can do it too!"

Interestingly, this top student is no other than the stubborn old man who was the hardest-mouthed and almost died to show his determination.

And what made him prostrate himself in the air yesterday and his personality collapsed was the crops in front of him, but not just one or two crops, but all over the mountains.