116 – Meticulous arson plan of a medieval arsonist

Preparations for the education necessary for the Saemaul Undong, the introduction of an academy to raise the level of technology and academics, and the livelihood support for workers in the name of childcare support in the Labor Standards Act necessary to raise the morale and quality of life of workers were all prepared.

Although, in the process, he heard from the archbishop that the pope was selling indulgences for the construction of the cathedral.

The archbishop, the future cardinal who tasted the money, knelt down first, and decided to use the indulgences only for the purpose of waiving the sacrament of confession, so there will be no harm in public order.

Since I prepared so thoroughly, I should be able to get the results I want in no time.

Okay, I’m going to get off work early today, so I’m going to have some snacks with Ella.

With that in mind, I was about to sign the last document in front of my eyes when Chris came in and handed over the report.

“Your Excellency, Senior Father Wycliffe’s report has arrived.”

Damn, I was going to take a break for a while… All in all, at this timing, a report that must be read now is being submitted like a mountain!

“Let’s try reading it.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

With those words, Chris left my office, and I broke the seal on the cover of the report.

Above it was written:

[Footsteps of those who want to follow the path of Deus, Adele, etc.]

Even priests do not write titles like this.

But Wycliffe must have written this title because he thought I had a lot of faith after seeing the book I had written, a mixture of passages from the Reformation and the Bible I owned, and my progress.

A seller who can’t even say no… Oh yeah

**

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My heart was pounding until I decided to go out with Father Wycliffe to serve the suffering serfs of Maxburg, just as I, the priest, Adele, did at Creutel.

Because he believed that it was God’s will to save Maxburg’s serfs who were drowning in poverty while at the same time cultivating themselves through poverty and labor.

And it was because he believed that by doing that, he could become a truly righteous person from Deus’s Blindfold.

And at the same time, it seemed to me that if I did that, I might one day become a good man like Father Wycliffe, who gave up his promotion to bishop for the sake of the saints.

The fields were devastated to the point where nothing could be planted anymore because of the war with Maxburg and the Count, and only the ruined countryside was left with the houses that were built by borrowing even the fern-like hands of children.

With that thought in mind, I heard a voice calling me next to me as I sweated while working in the harsh fields with the peasants next to me.

“Oh, Father… Maybe it’s because someone who doesn’t do rough work grabbed a hoe that can hold a thousand things, so my hands are all cracked… ”

“No, if you look at Paulos’s letter, it is written that if a shepherd is in a situation where it is difficult to receive what he needs while doing his ministry, he should work with them and eat food. That’s why I’m putting Deus’ words into practice. Don’t worry, just work hard.”

“Father… ”

“If you feel sorry for me to work like that, I would like you to bake a delicious loaf of bread with a grateful heart on Thanksgiving. Deus-sama wouldn’t say anything like that.”

At that, the middle-aged woman who called me looked at me and said with tears welling up.

“What on earth are lowly people like us… The bride is so… ”

“Yeah, because Deus did that too. I’m humbler than Deus, so I have to work harder.”

After a while, seeing the woman who was crying with emotion, the husband approached and said.

“Oh, you look like this teary-eyed woman. The priest is in trouble… Let’s work quickly or work hard to rebuild the field and do farming. So, let’s give you something delicious this year.”

“Shut up, you bastard… I know.”

“Okay then, back to work. Let’s work hard and eat well next year.”

Having said that, the peasants and I plowed the field again as hard as we had been for weeks.

Afterwards, I went to the well to wash myself, and then celebrated a light afternoon mass.

And they gathered the children who could not help with farming yet, and moved to tell them various stories from the Bible.

In the past, I just thought that this should always be formal when teaching the Bible, so I only read the sentences in the Bible and added explanations…

“The Bible belongs to everyone, so priests should try to teach it in an easier and more fun way than anyone else. Faith starts from that.”

After reading these words, I changed my teaching attitude to be as gentle and fun as possible.

“So, Daniel did not bow down even before the wicked king, and he did not bow down to the king’s idol. Then the king… ”

When I stopped talking, the children’s eyes focused on me.

“Daniel was put in the lions’ den. In the lion’s den teeming with lions as big as a watermill… ”

“… scary.”

“What about Daniel?”

“Even though he went into the lions’ den, Daniel persevered through the long three days. And God helped me during that time, so I was not hurt.”

When the children heard that, their eyes lit up and they asked.

“really?”

“Wouldn’t you be hurt even if you went into a cave with animals bigger than that watermill?”

“Ah, it’s a lie anyway.”

“No, if it had been a lie, it would not have remained in this Bible. So, even if we are having a hard time right now, if we pray to Deus and work hard, he will surely help us.”

The children responded in unison to my words.

“Yeah! Father!! Thanks for the interesting story.”

And for the hungry children, I served a little porridge made with the ingredients the poor peasants of this village gave me to eat.

In the county of Creutel, if you gave them porridge like this, no one would eat it without exaggeration, but these children were different.

“I will enjoy this food!”

“Thank you, Father!”

As soon as he said that, the children ate the light porridge given to them as if they were drinking water without cooling it down, and went back with a smile.

I said as if lamenting as I was washing the dishes the children had eaten.

“Lord, it is the wicked Duke of Maxburg and his henchmen who have sinned… Why should these feeble serfs suffer… And why am I so helpless… ”

**

Although I was helpless, I was able to reap the turnips I had planted in the fields I had barely cleared.

Although it is a turnip, by the grace of God, we have succeeded in harvesting an amount sufficient for us to fly this year.

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Maybe that’s why, smiles bloom on everyone’s faces.

I also have to pray before harvesting, but when I see hungry peasants eager to eat their turnips…

I can’t pray for a long time…

I briefly repented to God in my heart and prayed as quickly as I could.

“Thank you, Deus, for allowing me to harvest the turnips! Now then, let’s harvest!”

And we started harvesting at lightning speed.

“It’s a turnip, but where is it! Line, wait, Dad will make soup with lots of turnips!”

“I’ll eat it in a while… I guess this is all Deus-sama’s grace.”

“Oh, this woman… Move your hands! If you look at me and collect turnips from a few days ago… ”

“You shut up!”

Everyone had smiles on their faces at the harvest after a long time, and I naturally started harvesting turnips with them.

The process of grabbing a green radish, pulling out a radish buried in the ground, and then putting the picked radish into the basket he was carrying on his back was so much fun.

Because, like them, I was very hungry because I hadn’t eaten much, and most of all.

“It was possible because the priest told me not to give up and to do my best. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have had a turnip farm or anything.”

“Ah, I was a bandit! I even have a rusty sword at home!”

“If the priest hears it, he will be angry again. Stop it, keep doing it and it will come!”

“Ah, I gave up on that, so I’m just saying it as a joke.”

I was so happy that there were people who saw me, a weak servant of Deus, and gained hope.

Perhaps Father Wycliffe, who had given up on becoming a bishop, had this kind of heart, so he was able to give up all his positions and come here, like a devoted wife.

Seeing them like that, I laughed and said.

“Even if you don’t have the mind to do banditry, it’s a sin to have that mindset. So, today you and I will clean the church after the harvest.”

“… .. Father… ”

That’s how I laughed and exchanged conversations with them, harvesting and working until the sun went down.

And we took out a large pot stuck in the corner of the village, put the washed turnips, radish greens, and a little salt, and boiled them.

After simmering for about 30 minutes, the villagers gave me turnip soup first, and then passed it to everyone.

“In the name of Deus… ”

“I will enjoy this food!”

“Thank you Deus!”

And we hurriedly ate soup full of turnips, not seasoned with salt.

Everyone’s faces were full of smiles, and everyone was laughing happily.

Hopefully, Deus. Please make them happier.

**

And I read the miserable content written on the last page of the report.

[I built turnip farming so that the serfs would not starve, but soon Bayleep came and took 70% of the turnips.

I even gave up my pride as a bride and asked the bailiff to lower the tax, but he didn’t listen.

As a result, the serfs were dried up by too much exploitation… I started to give up on life gradually.

None of them chose to commit suicide, but the mother and father had no choice but to watch in tears as there was no turnip soup to feed their withered child.

Reign who wanted to be a priest like me, Gale who wanted to be a great soldier someday, and Lance who wanted to be a merchant all died.

But the scarier thing is that this terrible thing will continue in the future.

Your Excellency Count, I am afraid. If His Excellency hadn’t sent us here…

No, I can’t sleep because I’m worried about how terrible this Youngji will become.

So, please give us more support.

-Bride Adele Compensation- ]

That son of a bitch Maxburg, no matter how cornered he was, he still went that far.

If that happens, the serfs won’t have the strength to hold a hoe and a pitchfork, so they won’t even have the strength to rebel.

Then the investment of money will not be worth it, and the intentions of the father-in-law in the north, who is supposed to occupy the territory, may be questioned…

Now that it’s like this, I’m going to invest my money in one of the upper ranks under my command to secretly provide enough food so that they don’t starve to death.

I have to buy weeds and mushrooms that grow in the mountains at high prices, and then replace them with just enough wheat to keep me from starving to death.

Then, I opened the letter with Wycliffe’s seal at the bottom of the report.

[The press is ready for use. And these days, young priests are complaining that they would rather raise an uprising… In addition, I also question the confidence in the Deus religion that I have believed in and the absolute loyalty to the Holy Father. How could the Cardinal Highnesses in charge of the Church… Can we sell indulgences to feed on more of these people… ]

If I hold out in this state for a while, I’m sure the picture I want will come out.

The blood of many people will be shed, but the decision to make as a lord is clear.

If I had to choose between a drop of my friend’s blood and the death of tens of thousands of enemy serfs, of course I would see the blood of tens of thousands of enemy serfs, or hundreds of thousands…

I will protect the people of my territory.

And for him, now we have to prepare for the wedding soon.

Next week, Baron Vladimir, no, His Excellency Count Vladimir, who soon became the Count of Mainz, will come.