Archbishop Dimitri of Whigburg Castle has been in a bad mood recently and is very bad. Since he was suddenly asked by the Succubus Master a few months ago, his majestic and noble image has been greatly damaged.

Now all churches and powerful people in Whigburg Castle feel that the Archbishop of the Morning Light Church is probably crazy. He does not care about supporting the noble forces in the church and strengthening his force and prestige. Instead, he is with some untouchable farmers all day long.

Archbishop Dimitri's current image is very friendly to ordinary people at the bottom. He doesn't stay in the church all day, but often appears in the fields in his robes, doing the work of gathering refugees and resettling poverty.

Although the good gods usually give food and clothing to the poor, those things are only occasionally done. No one does this work all day long. Even the pastor of Irmat, the god of suffering, cares about himself very much.

But the Archbishop is so unpretentious that he has dispelled many doubts among the public for the past twenty or thirty years, and there have been rumors that Dimitri has gained the right position and used some improper means in the process of becoming the Archbishop.

Now the Archbishop is actually staying with a group of poor people with mud legs. No one thinks he has something wrong. The Chenguang Church often rebelled, but I have never heard of any rebellion that would harm him so much.

Medes held Dimitri tightly and asked him to cultivate useful souls whenever he did, so he gathered refugees; if he wanted food, he found a way to buy them; if he wanted more food, he asked refugees to reclaim land.

After completing so many practical things, Archbishop Dimitri gained unprecedented prestige among the poor in Whigburg Castle. Every day of prayer, the inside and outside of the Morning Light Church can be filled with people. Other churches cannot compare with the momentum of the church.

Although the people who came were all stupid and unscrupulous untold people, the god of morning light, Luo Shanda, was deeply satisfied with this and gave him some kindness. After all, it was also very happy to see more people.

Only when I hide my mind and stay alone will Lord Dimitri sobb that I am indeed a rebellious person or a dangerous rebellion that colludes with the demon. But I don’t know that I will become like this for Mao.

In order to explain his behavior to outsiders, Dimitri had to package himself as a loner who cares about fame and fortune, gains and losses, and is devoted to seeking benefits for the public. He preached often

"I don't need to be understood by everyone, but someone will understand me in the end."

How good it was said. The refugees who were sheltered were always moved and cried. The bankrupt farmer wanted to die for the Archbishop. The bards in the tavern began to write hymns for him. Only the nobles secretly sneered at his overestimation.

Because according to common sense, every shelter of a poor person means huge expenses, and if shelter too much, she will definitely lose money. Once the loss cannot be sustained, those poor people will turn against each other, no one expects that there is still a pervert behind the Archbishop.

Lord Dimitri racked his brains and took advantage of his face to meet the demands of the succubus master. But about a month ago, the succubus actually asked him to raise insects as required!

It's so damn it. When will the demons in the abyss fight to the death without fighting and fighting to the death? They start to think about the insects? What new trend is this? It's unheard of!

With the new demands of the succubus, Dimitri was also given several hand-written brochures "Breeding Earthworms in the Land", "New Recruiting Cockroach Breeding for Getting Rich", and "A New Path of Ecological Agriculture on the Economic Application of Maggots".

What a bullshit!

Dimitri read the three booklets, and he almost wanted to pretend to be dead. I am a noble clergyman. I am a respected nobleman, and I am a well-known saint. Now, I want it.

Play with shit!

All of these three broken books mention the same things, humans and livestock excretion.

The Archbishop hid in his room and cried silently. Others were engrossed with demons, at most they were devoured their souls and became part of the bloody battle. He was engrossed with demons but had no worries in his soul, but his face was gone.

If this was spread, Archbishop Dimitri might have tried to find a rope and hang a beam to commit suicide. If he had known this, he would have been an ordinary pastor in a monastery in a countryside.

Dimitri sighed and cried, but in the end he did not go against Medes' courage. He followed the succubus' orders recently, not only did he have no danger, but his fame increased sharply. He didn't understand every time, but he always admired afterwards.

The succubus has not only been no longer evil, but has also been doing good things.

As a high-level clergyman, Dimit was aging, but in fact he was strong and energetic. He could not rest after receiving the order from Medes, so he got up at night and opened any door and went from the church lounge to the farm outside the city.

In addition to a few bonfires and nighttime staff, the farms outside the city were pitch black and there was only a little cold wind. Occasionally, a few barkings of dogs made it even quieter.

Dimitri was walking on a ridge, and under her feet were the newly cultivated farmlands. These fields were reclaimed by the iron farm tools I had just obtained. There was no time to grow wheat, so I could only plant some legume crops that didn't need much service.

A month ago, the succubus not only brought iron plows, but also hoes, shovels, and even kitchen knives and pots. These things were purchased and transported to the succubus in Whig Castle, but now they return in more quantities.

Dimitri inspected the iron tools and supplies, and had to say that the quality was very good. He was reluctant to send them to his farmers, but chose to sell them in the market in Whigburg, making a lot of profits.

But later, more and more iron products were added, and the Archbishop gave them to the recruited and sheltered refugee farmers. This played a very good role in improving life, inspiring morale, and building confidence.

There is no doubt that iron tools can greatly improve the efficiency of production and life. Dimitri was originally worried that to meet the food demand of the succubus master, he would starve many refugees under his command to death. But now the problem is not as big as expected.

When the fields were passing by a small river, the farmers spontaneously built a dam. The dam was built after obtaining iron tools. Otherwise, they would have to rely on a pile of wooden hoes and bare hands to operate it, but there was no possibility of repairing it.

The dam is blocked to store water, and there will be more farmland that can be irrigated. Dimitri even thought that he could build canals along the river and make use of more abandoned farmland around him. In this way, more land can be cultivated next year.

More land can produce more food, more food can accommodate more refugees, more refugees can reclaim more farmland, and then continue to build water conservancy, so there is more land.

Dimitri thought about it, and suddenly he was stunned. Why did I think about this? I am obviously a noble clergyman!

Shouldn't clergy stand under the statue of gods in the church and talk to believers who come to pray about "God loves the world" every day? Collusion with demons is to reach a higher position, enjoy better treatment, and have stronger power

But what am I doing?

The Archbishop felt that he was really an alien, a rare alien in the entire Morning Light Church. He shook his head and walked to the rows of wooden houses. A night patrol farmer walked out of the sentry outside the house with a spear and saluted respectfully.

"Dear Mr. Dimitri, we follow your instructions and take care of the bugs and never slacken." The farmer spearman whispered.

Well, the Archbishop was in a heavy mood when he arrived at this row of houses and had no good expression. There were still many villagers around the house, and they were busy all at night, and they were very respectful when they saw him.

Frowning and taking a deep breath, Dimitri pushed open the door of a wooden house and pushed him out.
Chapter completed!