Chapter 777 Seeds (Part 1)

Mist plane. Wine pot hotel

This is a hotel that is 5 meters high with bricks, with a small team of guards hired by five people. They patrolled around, with sharp eyes striking at the people in the hotel.

The main body of the hotel is a three-story building, the first floor is a bar, and the second and third floor are guest rooms.

Spring is here, and the trees in the hotel have already budged, tender green, making people feel happy.

Fokonsi was checking the goods with the manager of Haru.

Manager Haru is a short and fat middle-aged man. He is his father's confidant. He is skilled in management and can deal with grocers in the city, residents nearby, and middle and lower-level officials in the city.

Soon, this wine pot hotel was established, and because the four-sided chamber of commerce also came to explore the reality of the situation, the business was good.

With such achievements, Fokonsi was very satisfied with Haru. This specific business method was that he had to study for ten years before he could catch up. If he was not his father's son, he would not have managed the hotel.

However, Fokansi also understood in his heart that Haru, who works diligently, only works for his father. If he disobeys his father's intentions, he can immediately turn his back on the spot.

At this moment, Haru was holding a list in his hand and his eyes swept over the cargo: "This time the caravan brought beef, salted fish, sausage, ham, cheese..."

After checking it, Haru said: "No, the orders and the quantity are in line. Master, the flour can be purchased locally. It was a great harvest last year!"

Ferconsey nodded and said, "Then let's move him to the warehouse!"

The two of them worked together and moved all the goods to the warehouse. This is the luxury of the hotel in the next month.

After the move, Haru was also very satisfied with Fokonsi. Although Fokonsi was nominal master, he was studious and diligent, and did not move at all, instructing others to habits.

When he got outside, Fokense said, "I heard that there were two villages outside the city of Sarant, two knights were sealed out, and many cattle and sheep were raised. Maybe by this autumn, we don't have to let the caravan bring meat."

"Well, that's right, the caravan's goods at that time might be more expensive." Haru nodded in agreement: "Our hotel can also be self-sufficient."

When he arrived at the ground floor of the hotel, Fokansi took a look.

The business in the hotel is pretty good. There are now five or six businessmen and guards inside, and some people from the city are leaning on wooden chairs and enjoying the wine leisurely with the fireplace.

Although spring is coming, it is still chilling, and it is best to just sit on the fireplace.

The little boss, Fokansi, was familiar with him, and when he saw him coming, several guests immediately raised their glasses to greet him. Of course, he also responded with a smile and nodded.

Then, in front of the wine cabinet, mixing bartenders, waiting for the guests to come, and listening to them.

"Hi! Wentahai, the day before yesterday... Oh no, the day before yesterday, I heard that you were back, why did you appear now?" The person who spoke was a martial artist with high martial arts skills, but he was too old.

"Uncle Baka, stop talking. I almost died. After coming back, I quickly begged for the grace of my Lord. After healing, he had to rest for two days before he could be considered active." The young man with a pale face said.

"Oh, it's so miserable. I heard you've been alone in the wild for three days. Why did you work so hard?"

"Hey, on the one hand, it's worth drawing maps for money, and on the other hand, I want to become level 5 as soon as possible!" Wentahai shook his head and said, "A few friends have become knights, and I want to become knights too."

"Hey, I'm right, ambitious, toast to the future knight!" Uncle Baka said while taking a big sip of beer.

"Cheers!" A cheer sounded in the hotel.

"Get a glass, it's free. I'll celebrate your early health and strive for level 5!" Fokansi smiled and pushed a glass of beer in front of Wentahai.

Wentahai smiled, nodded, and said, "Okay, toast to health!"

Fokense smiled. Over the past few days, he has formed some small friendships with several middle-level members of the city. These friendships are very meager, but if he can go further...

He stopped thinking and continued to mix bartending.

After an hour of busyness, suddenly the bell rang, and this was the preparatory bell.

At this time, everyone stopped talking and silently prepared to pray. Now that they entered the rules, they did not require everyone to rush to the temple to worship.

But Fokense stood up and said to Haru, "Halu, I'll go and worship, please help me watch."

"Well, go!" Haru said, but he felt a little dissatisfied.

Fokansi followed the public to pray, why did he go to the temple on time every day? His shop has completely settled down and there is no need to act like this.

However, Fokense has always performed well and is the nominal shop owner, so he can't say anything.

Walking out of the hotel, Fokansi narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw Haru's expression just now, but he had his own ideas.

"Well, Fokansi!" A sudden greeting interrupted Fokansi's thoughts. When he saw that he saw Paka, who was a soldier wearing a cloak.

"What's the matter? Paka?" Fokense asked.

"Fokansi, go out of the city with me. We can hunt and earn points. Lord Lord can give fields according to points."

This is actually part of the planning made after the city is stable to create the right middle class.

"I'm not a soldier, what should I do when I go out? Don't go." Fokense said, continuing to move forward.

"Hey, it's not necessary for a warrior. You can buy a secondary crossbow, that's fine." Paka said.

"Sorry, I think my hotel is very busy, and I can't do it." In front of me, the temple was the temple, and Fokense took a step and said.

At this time, a stone staircase had appeared in front of him, and the magnificent temple appeared in front of him.

The hall is made of white marble and shines in the setting sun.

Fokense's high sensitivity made him feel a huge and inviolable force hovering in the temple, making him feel his soul trembling in his body.

This is both horror and joy.

Up the steps, Paca didn't dare to talk anymore, and he stopped below in disappointment.

The temple is a place to protect believers, but it is also a place of sacred and majestic power. He dare not be presumptuous in this place.

The steps are about ten levels. When you enter the gate, the center is the prayer hall.

The prayer hall is decorated in green, and there are half of the believers kneeling on the blanket on the ground and preparing to pray.

The priest, who had seen his arrival, nodded and signaled him to return to the team immediately.

Fukangsi found a seat and knelt down.

"Brothers and sisters, welcome you to God's dwelling again, this is a place of grace and a place of release of your hearts. Now let us pray to God!"

"Great God of Nature, I have made a wish to you, open my heart and let you witness my piety..." The voice of prayer sounded. As soon as the prayer appeared, Fokense immediately felt a huge vortex around him, and his eyes turned black, and his whole person was absorbed by the vortex.

In a trance, Fokansi suddenly felt a lit up, and what emerged was a huge statue of god.

This statue of god is light golden, with a body of more than ten meters long. In front of it, Fokansi was just a small thing and did not need any words. Fokansi suddenly knelt down and devoutly emerged his respect.

At this moment, the statue opened its eyes.

"Boom!" Fu Kangxi felt a huge shock wave drowning him. In an instant, he woke up in the temple again.

The moment he woke up, he suddenly felt a force pouring in from the void, and the force poured in for the first time, even causing him to feel dizzy. This force rushed upwards and condensed three small golden symbols in his mind.

When he truly woke up, he realized that the believers had already been exposed in the temple, and the priest was standing beside him and smiling at him.

"Foconsi, you performed well and welcome to be my Lord's servant." The pastor obviously admired him very much. Without vocational training, he could automatically obtain the qualification of a pastor by relying on piety. There is no need to doubt this talent or piety.

The changes just now cannot be concealed by the priest.

"By the way, what magical techniques have you obtained? Tell me," the priest asked.

"Sir, how do you know?" Ferconsey asked in confusion.

"You calm down and feel it, and you will know." The pastor said.

"Yes!" Fukansi closed his eyes and felt it. For a moment, he opened his eyes and said.

"Hemostatic, light technique, reconnaissance of toxicity."

"Three?" the priest asked in surprise. Generally speaking, a level 0 priest has only two magical skills and three, which is a very high quality.

"Yes, three." Ferconsey replied.

"Yeah, it's not bad, come with me." The pastor said with a restrained expression.

Plaza Street is in the center of the city, where it is the city lord, the main temple, and the residential area of ​​the nobles. When he saw a carriage driving in, two soldiers had already surrounded him, putting their hands on the hilt of the sword at their waists on their guard.

The captain asked in the car: "Show your identity."

The window door opened, and the priest leaned out and revealed the holy emblem.

"So it's the priest, please come in!" The captain waved his hand and signaled the carriage to come over.

Plaza Street is mostly small villas, and even the styles are similar. In a moment, I arrived in front of a villa.

This is a villa with a three-story building, with flower beds and lawns inside. The road leading to the door in the middle is paved with bluestone slabs.

The pastor respectfully got off the carriage, and at this time, a man in an apprentice pastor had already stepped forward and opened the door.

"I want to pay homage to Bishop Kanrongpa."

"Wait," said the trainee pastor, and went back to report.

However, the city has just been built, and the church is not big, and the rules are not very strict. After a moment, the intern pastor came back: "Please come in, the bishop is waiting for you in the study."

The pastor nodded and took Ferconsey in.

The study room was on the second floor of the villa. When the study room was at the entrance, the pastor knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The pastor opened the door and went in, and Furconsey followed into the study.
To be continued...