The Troublesome Hero Among the Heroes

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John Bishop poured half a bottle of wine in one breath, and then he belched.

"Ah..." He sighed comfortably, "It's comfortable, I haven't drunk such a good wine in years."

Charles quietly released a Wind Element magic, Blow the alcohol from John Bishop aside.

As the saying goes, it’s good. It’s not strange to be out of the house. Although Charles doesn’t drink at this time, it’s necessary to have some good wine as a gift.

However, John Bishop doesn't seem to drink very well, and his face quickly turns red.

When he was on the construction site in his last life, Charles heard from a worker that there are three types of people who are drunk: the pig type who sleeps when drunk, the dog type who talks hard when drunk, and the hyperactivity disorder when drunk. Monkey type.

John Bishop looks like a dog, his chatterbox can’t stop as soon as he opens it.

"Don't you know, our harvest temple is having a hard time!"

"Back then, I thought that Fillip would let us rise, but everyone didn't expect him die an untimely death!"

Charles was holding a glass of juice at this time, he and John Bishop touched one, and then asked: "Why do you guys have such a hard time? I see other temples living Not bad?"

This is a big question in his mind. Agriculture is the pillar industry of feudal society. It is not dispensable like the gods of souls and dreams. There is no reason to be so miserable.

"Hey..." John Bishop sighed, "The three mountains of slave system, devil beast violation and power supremacy hinder our development."

Charles thought for a moment. , I found that I felt a little bit of inspiration.

John Bishop poured himself two more sips of wine, and he continued: "You are still young, and you may not know that among the people engaged in farming and breeding, slaves account for the majority."

Charles nodded, he really doesn't know about it.

"So, what does the harvest of crops have to do with the slaves?" John Bishop's face showed a touch of sadness.

Charles was nodded again, like the days before Mordred could only squeeze in a horse manure to keep warm in the winter, the harvest on the farm had nothing to do with her. Even in the eyes of the farm manager, those livestock are not as valuable. The livestock are commodities, and she is considered as a consumable.

"For the stewards of those farms, it’s good to have enough things in the ground, and if there are more, their owners won’t give them much rewards." John Bishop continued to say while sullen. "As long as there is nothing wrong with the place they manage, they will be satisfied. They will come to us only when they are in the ground when they are sick or insects. The usual field management has long been written and published. When nothing happens, they will do it step by step."

Charles continues to be nodded, and Modred can still use it as an example. There was an accident at the farm where she used to work, and the manager of the farm used her as a reward to invite adventurers.

Seeing that the bottle in John Bishop's hand was empty, he took another bottle of wine and handed it over.

John Bishop took the bottle and opened the lid and started drinking again.

"Then it's the devil beast." John bishop seems to be starting to drink too much. "For the devil beast, the farm is simply a kitchen filled with rice. The devil beasts that eat grass and meat are all I like to go there to find food. Compared to how to increase the yield of the fields, people prefer to kill those devil beasts."

Charles sighed, Mordred can use it as an example again.

At this moment, John Bishop fell asleep on his head on the table.

After Gregor confessed to Charles and the two of them, he helped John Bishop back to the room to rest.

The remaining power supremacy John Bishop did not say, but Charles can also think of a general idea.

In human society, the vast majority of civilians relied on military merit to grant Knight to enter the noble class. Only a few people relied on superb craftsmanship such as sewing and forging. A knight awarded by the owner.

It has been unheard-of for thousands of years to increase grain production. Fillip’s "Great Sage" title is an honorary title, not a knighthood.

In this case, the pursuit of agricultural production is minimal.

It's better on the forging temple. Although their technological development has touched the ceiling, the weapons they made are just needed, so life is OK.

However, many believers in the forging temple have not been able to discover the development crisis under the huge demand for weapons.

Gregor returned soon after, "Two guests, the rest room is ready."

Then Charles was a little embarrassed, Gregor only gave them two Prepared a guest room with only one bed.

Although there are still a lot of rooms vacant, "Sorry, we only have one set of futons left here." Gregor said.

As long as the light of the candle in the room saw that there was no strange expression on Altria's face, Charles gave up his plan to take out spare bedding from his storage ring.

The moon is sparsely starry, and the birds that come out at night to hunt for food "gu gu gu" on the tree.

Altria felt that Charles was unable to sleep behind her, so she turned over and saw Charles looking at the ceiling with his eyes open.

She asked softly, "What's wrong, I can't sleep?"

"en." Charles replied. He had originally thought of walking around in the dream, but because of something in his mind, he logged out.

"Things on your mind?" Altria asked.

Charles gave another "um".

"Tell me?" Altria said softly.

Charles organized his own language and said: "Agriculture is fundamental, why doesn't everyone pay attention to it?"

Altria extends the hand and touches Charles "Fillip once said that this world is sick. Agriculture and industry should be the primary and secondary industries, but this world has become less and less important to these two industries over the past millennia. Together, The Harvest Temple and the Forging Temple have also begun to decline. You can see the current appearance of the Harvest Temple. The main believers in the Forging Temple are only dwarves."

A little aura flashed in Charles' mind, a guess Appeared in his mind.

"What's the matter?" Altria noticed Charles.

"It's okay." Charles changed the subject, "I just talked about genetics, don't you think Modred looks too much like you?"

Alto Liya pinched Charles' face, and said grimly: "What do you want to say?"

Charles replied sensibly, "I don't mean that Mordred is your offspring." , I mean that her ancestors are probably the same people as you."

"I thought about it, too, because she has a hint of the smell of people like us." Altori Ya nodded, "Perhaps they didn't join the war, but lived in seclusion."

At this time, Charles "hehe" smiled and asked, "Do you plan to add someone to Mordred? A younger brother or a younger sister?"

As a result, Altria "hehe" twice, "Why, do you want to help?"

Charles found himself stepping on a landmine, so he moved The topic, "Isn’t there anyone who has made you beloved for so many years? I think Fillip was also a talent back then."

"He has always looked at me with obedient eyes." Altria said, "He Seeing me is like looking at my granddaughter."

Next, Charles felt a trace of murderous aura, and Altria said, "And, do you know what Fillip did to me?"

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Charles shook the head.

Altria said angrily: "He let me dig a hole, and then let me go down."

Charles waited for a long time, but did not wait until the following. So he asked: "Does he plan to plant you in the ground in spring and harvest a basket of you in autumn?" At this time, Altria hugged Charles, "Don't talk about that, it's bad. Go to bed, do you want me to sing a lullaby like I coaxed Mordred to sleep?"

Charles subconsciously nodded.