Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

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

Although each Paladin is proficient in holy light healing, they can send the wounded in continuously. This kind of treatment efficiency can only be achieved by an alchemist with absolutely high technical level.

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

Therefore, after pushing aside the Floating Light Knights surrounding them, Tenis saw that the person who had found a clean place to conduct a field consultation was none other than Ji Ming himself.

Although he had not formally treated anyone for a long time, the skills he had honed through intensive practice would not be forgotten so quickly. After a short period of adaptation, he regained his former efficiency.

Therefore, with the help of sufficient drugs, those who were about to die were pulled back to life, and those who were about to be amputated had their arms saved. It was a continuous stream of good news.

This was undoubtedly a shot in the arm for the morale that had hit rock bottom, and the knights with complicated expressions were finally able to put on some smiles.

Fortunately, but unfortunately, Ji Ming's treatment ended very quickly, because all the wounded who were still breathing had been treated by him, and there were really no more.

"Don't rush to leave. Rest here for a while. It won't be too late to return to the city after you have recovered."

With one final instruction, Ji Ming followed Tenis to a secluded spot nearby.

The first thing the old lady did after she stood still was to pull out the whip hanging around her waist.

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

Are you so tough, grandma, that you even took out the whip?

Although Ji Ming took action because he guessed that Tenis would come to his senses after calming down, he did not expect that the other person would say such horrifying words.

——Didn’t we agree to be the abstinence faction? Why did we suddenly roll back to the nostalgic server?
Fortunately, he was well prepared and put forward the speech he had thought of in advance.

First, he did receive a warning from the Vipers that they were planning to ambush the Northbound team today.

But the problem is that she only explained the time and the people, but didn't say anything about the location, because...

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

There is a saying that goes, you stand on the bridge to enjoy the scenery, and the people who enjoy the scenery are looking at you from upstairs.

Therefore, when Thyme happily put the blame on the venomous snake, he certainly didn't expect that Ji Ming also put the blame on him.

The theoretical basis for this blame is that since the Church of Holy Light can survive in its own territory, the Church of the Jungle has no obligation to stand firm.

Therefore, in Ji Ming's narrative, Thyme's existence is not a restraint or supervision for Viper, but a pure enemy.

The main character is a venomous snake who turns the table when it picks up food, and he refuses to drink when it toasts him. I have no selfish motives, and all my actions are just to go against the adults!
When the two met, they were like enemies meeting each other with envy towards each other. If there weren't a bunch of wooden players blocking their way, they would have probably evaluated whose sword was sharper.

Thyme also relied on the Vatican's cover and tried her best to take advantage of the failure of Viper's first assassination attempt. She also maliciously delayed the operation time and successfully intervened in the formulation of the plan.

Of course, he intervened not to help, but to disgust, so much so that Viper had originally proposed several plans, but he found fault with them all and vetoed them all.

Having said that, 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 Viper, its authenticity can be verified by just looking at the trembling and frantic handwriting and the densely packed 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 along the same route.

In his eyes, facing such a dead end with restrictions everywhere, the only solution is "If you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."

According to this idea, his advice to Viper was very simple, that is, to slack off madly and delay the submission of plans from then on.

For example, if she planned to take action in the afternoon, she would use the banner of urgent news and propose it near noon.

If Thyme still dares to go against her, she can accuse him of "delaying the opportunity" afterwards and let him taste the consequences of a boomerang.

"So this is ah."

Anyway, everything was said by Ji Ming, and considering the facts, it seemed to be true, so Tenis had no reason to raise an army to accuse him.

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

"Wait, that venomous snake..."

"I used some methods from the Holy Seat of Souls, and they... just needed to slow down a bit, but it's 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 had sorted out what happened, the surviving knights had almost rested.

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

The subsequent matters would naturally have to be resolved by Marquis Fuguang, but this would require both recruiting militiamen to clean up the battlefield and paying compensation to the knights who had died in the battle.

His financial situation was already going downhill, and he felt his wallet and found that he could not bear such a huge expenditure in such a short period of time.

If it were in the past, he could have shamelessly followed his peers in conscripting labor, but let alone the fact that he had never done such a thing, even if he did, the adults in the church were still there.

What if they were upset and took out their anger on me, and reported me to the capital for oppressing the people...

There are some things that are lighter than a goose feather if they are not weighed, but they are as heavy as a thousand pounds if they are weighed. Then you will be skinned alive by those who pretend to be righteous.

But this is a loss in the future, and it will also be a loss in the future if you can't pay.

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

By the time he paid his men to go to the next door territory to find half-elves to boost morale, he didn't even dare to join the group and used up his last bit of savings.

He was so worried that he lost his appetite and even stopped his usual routine the next morning. He just grabbed the hand that his external brain extended to him.

"Asia, what's the plan?"

The head maid was silent for a moment, then slowly gave a polite yet awkward smile.

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

"Wail!"

Fu Guang sighed in despair, 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.

Hey……

Wait, old man!
He rushed out, rushed into the kitchen, got a big pot of beetroot soup, covered it with three stacks of pancakes, and ran to the basement.

The nobles' private prisons were usually set up in the basement of the castle, and because the northbound team had suffered another disaster and decided to stay here for two days, a special prisoner was also transferred here.

Offering the food respectfully, Fu Guang accepted it as a great gift without hesitation.

"Senior, I need your wisdom!"

At this time, the little lion was reading with a magic lamp on his head. He saw a pig rolling in with a pile of food on its head. He was so scared that he almost dropped his book.

Seeing that he wanted a favor from me and had brought food with him, I had no choice but to put away the joke book called Diary of a Great Sage.

"Alright, alright, stop knocking. Lift your head up! Tell me, what's your problem?"

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

The little lion took a bite of the pancake and dipped it in the thick soup, and his face was full of confusion after hearing this.

“That’s it?” Fu Guang was stunned.

"That's it!"

"Eh..."

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

"Monsieur Marquis, isn't the solution to this problem obvious? How come you don't see it?"

"Uh."

Glancing at the soft bed where the Death Knight was sitting, and the loose clothes he wore on it because of his skinny body, Fu Guang thought that he was not asking me to sell my genitals.

"Well, you mean..."

"Borrow it! Don't you even have the nerve to lend me 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."

Having said that, he pointed to the ceiling.

"Why don't you just borrow money from the Archbishop and the Princess?"

"what!?"

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

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

But just as it started to grow, it deflated like a deflated puffer fish.

--Yes!

Seeing the Marquis switch 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 that they have all returned to the capital and can still come to question you for such a small amount of money? Impossible."

"Besides, for whom did your knights die? In the final analysis, didn't they die to protect the princess? They were all loyal ministers who died for their country. It wouldn't be too much for them to pay a large share of the compensation!"

Wow, this is not just guidance, this is simply the sunflower acupoint-pressing technique!

The extremely excited Fu Guang was about to boast when he heard Death Knight suddenly ask another question.

"Also, you borrowed their money, so you definitely won't be able to pay it back in a short period of time, right?"

"That's for sure, Senior! Even if I follow other people's example and ruthlessly squeeze the common people's land, it's such a huge sum, how much profit can a bunch of poor people get even if they break their bones? I guess I can't squeeze out even three years."

“Isn’t that right?”

The little lion clapped his hands.

"From now on, every winter, or when you need help from others, you can go to the capital and the church to look for them in the name of repaying the money."

"Just tell them that you are here to pay back the money, so they should at least meet with you? And if you want to say a few more words, should they listen?"

"After all this, you have gained some connections, right?"

Having said that, the little lion clapped his hands again.

"Think about it carefully. Your matter...how big of a deal can it be? In the eyes of the king's master, you may not even need to say anything. You can just write a letter and it will be settled!"

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

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

"???"

The little lion, who was ready to show off his power, was almost frightened to the ground 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 trace their footprints.

He quickly restrained himself.

"Not really! Lord, please stand up first. I am just saying this briefly, it may not work!"

But Fu Guang was simply a fat pig in the shape of a human. He was already suppressed in level, and he even used all his strength to lift him up with great difficulty.

But even after he was helped up, he just changed from kneeling to bowing.

"My benefactor, since you don't want to, can you leave a name so that I can have something to think about?"

"Uh……"

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

After thinking about it, he grinned.

"My name should be Giuseppe."

If it was five hundred years ago, this name would represent the human leader 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. Even little girls may be named Giuseppe."

……

"haha, yes."

Here, the little lion was instructing Master Fuguang on how to escape danger. On the other side, the jungle believers who were still suspicious yesterday had already started their job training.

"Yes, keep outputting magic power, but don't be too violent. These are fragile herbs. They can't stand the rough ripening of magic power."

Grayson was quite attentive to his first batch of believers. He specially selected a good-looking tree man as his incarnation and taught them personally.

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

Therefore, the wheat seedlings in front of them either turned into evil grass that bit people everywhere, or were simply burned to ashes by the excessive input of magic power. The effect was quite poor.

It seems that Grayson has the patience to teach him. Otherwise, if it were Bloomfield, Longlong would have gone back to the attic and pretended to be dead.

But since it is a "class", no matter how many poor students there are, there will always be a top student. Therefore, in the midst of the chaos, there is still a heavy ripe wheat plant proudly reaching into the sky.

...Well, this is underground, and I probably can't reach the sky, so I'll just have to make do with the ceiling.

Teacher Gregson quickly came over and started praising the students, and also organized representatives of the poor students to come over and observe and learn.

"Look, this gentleman has done a great job. Keep working hard, and you can do it, too!"

Interestingly, this top student was none other than the stubborn old man who had been the most stubborn and almost died on his head to show his determination.

What made him prostrate himself yesterday and his image collapsed was precisely the crops before his eyes. However, they were not just one or two crops, but all over the mountains.

(End of this chapter)