Compared with the Church of the Void Mask's first level of combat readiness, the Master of Mystery and his believers did not show any intention of fighting. They seemed quite peaceful. He ate and slept as he should. It was as if he did not care about the Church of the Void Mask and the gods who had secretly allied with Sui Xiong.
This made Sui Xiong feel very complicated. He was angry at being looked down upon, but more than that, he felt a little relaxed.
If he could avoid fighting, it would be better not to fight!
Although everyone knew that the conflict between the two churches was inevitable, and the war between the two groups of gods was only a matter of time, it was always better to delay it for one day.
It was like everyone knew that people would die sooner or later, but who would kill themselves at such a young age?
Oh, there were indeed people who were crazy.
Sui Xiong was not crazy, so he did not oppose this temporary peace. On the contrary, he hoped that the present peace could last longer.
It was not that he wanted to be fully prepared — even if the war started now, he did not feel that he was not prepared enough. He just did not want to fight.
On one hand, he did not want to fight, on the other hand, he did not want to fight. So this war that everyone thought would be fierce was delayed, and there was no movement for more than half a year.
On the contrary, another thing attracted a lot of people's attention.
The Church of the Goddess of Harvest and the Church of the God of Wealth were fighting.
Strictly speaking, this matter had something to do with Sui Xiong. To be precise, it had something to do with the high priest of his church.
In the process of the revival of Gars City, Leon Igor, as the consul, had always been careful to keep a distance from the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, and had been using various small tricks to prevent the Church of the Goddess of Harvest from restoring its influence in Gars City. At the same time, he vigorously strengthened the relationship with the Church of the God of Wealth, and used the official power to expand the influence of the Church of the God of Wealth in Gars City.
The key reason was money.
At the beginning, Gars City was completely in ruins after the war. To revive a city from this ruin, it naturally required a lot of money. This amount of money was so large that even if the entire property of the Church of the Void Mask was used, it would only be a drop in the bucket. In this case, Leon contacted the Church of the God of Wealth and exchanged the status of the official church for the strong support of the Church of the God of Wealth for the revival of Garth City.
The Church of the God of Wealth was considered to be one of the most well-off organizations on the Main Plane. Not to mention other countries, just in the Dhaka Business Alliance and the Commonwealth of Gold Coins alone, it had a huge influence and even occupied the mainstream of the upper society. However, in the Blue Moon Kingdom, the Church of the God of Wealth had not been able to develop very well. From the God of Wealth himself to the priests of the church at all levels, they all wanted to make a difference in the east of the mainland.
The revival of Gars City was a rare opportunity for them!
Therefore, the Church of the God of Wealth not only took out a lot of money, but also sent a lot of elite warriors and clergymen to form a rather luxurious team to be stationed in Garth City.
Overall, the cooperation between the two sides was quite pleasant. Leon had a good sense of propriety, not only allowing the Church of the God of Wealth to smoothly expand its influence, but also not allowing them to seize the dominant power; and after several attempts by the Church of the God of Wealth, they found that there was no way to take advantage of this powerful legendary knight, so they gave up the idea of using the power of the church to overwhelm the political power, and focused on the influence of the people.
This cooperation, after the establishment of the Storm Sea Trading Hall, was further developed. The three parties each took what they needed, and all got a lot of benefits.
However, when someone laughed, someone cried. When the Church of the God of Wealth laughed, it was the Church of the Goddess of Harvest's turn to cry.
Garth City had an important position for the Church of the Goddess of Harvest. In the past, it had always been a place similar to the center of the church. Although because of that earth-shattering war, the entire central high-level army of the church was annihilated, and churches everywhere had the idea of establishing an independent center, no matter what, its nominal position would not change.
Because of the relationship between the Church of the God of Wealth, the influence of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest in Garth City and its surrounding areas continued to decline, and the number of believers continued to decrease. At the most serious time, there was even a time when there were few people. Compared with the prosperity of the past, it simply made the high-level of the church want to vomit blood.
Of course, they were angry, angry, and resentful.
And the target of their resentment, first of all, was the despicable consul. However, the consul was alone, and he believed in a big jellyfish that had no influence like him. Even if they wanted to retaliate, they could not find any target.
So they naturally put their resentment on the second target, which was the Church of the God of Wealth.
The two sides first argued, then quarreled, and then there were constant small frictions, and finally a fierce bloody conflict broke out.
In this fight, the Church of the Goddess of Harvest suddenly suffered a loss.
Don't forget, the central high-level of their church had all died in that battle. Although there were still many masters, it was not that they did not want to contribute to the Garth Church, but that their ability was seriously biased.
In contrast, the Garth Church of the God of Wealth was a group of elites, and there were two legendary masters.
The two sides fought several times, and the Church of the Goddess of Harvest suffered a loss. Even the chief priest of the church in Garth City lost his life in an "accident."
The Goddess of Harvest suddenly became angry. She sent down an oracle and ordered all churches to select elites to go to Garth City to compete with the Church of the God of Wealth. Even if they could not take back the power of the church, at least they had to win back their reputation.
However, if she could send down an oracle to select elites, why couldn't the God of Wealth do the same?
In order to let the elites arrive at Garth City as soon as possible, the God of Wealth even specially visited Sui Xiong, gave him several benefits, and borrowed the portals of the Church of the Void Mask all over the continent.
Not only that, the God of Wealth also went to the God of Conspiracy and asked this backstabbing expert to help him cover up the detection of his divine power.
So when the two sides officially started fighting, facing the aggressive elites of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, the Church of the God of Wealth not only had more people than them, but also had much stronger strength. Their equipment was so luxurious that even their teeth were equipped with fine gold braces.
In a fierce battle, the elites of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest were all killed, and even their souls were taken by the God of Conspiracy. This was what he had discussed with the God of Wealth at the beginning. The souls of all the believers of the Goddess of Harvest who died in this battle would belong to him.
After this blow, the vitality of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest in the entire Main Plane was greatly damaged, and it would take at least 50 years for them to recover.
So, the Goddess of Harvest finally could not hold back.
So, the crop harvest of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins and the Dhaka Business Alliance this year could be said to be a tragedy, while the neighboring countries had good weather, and the harvest of an acre of land was at least more than 30%. It was really a big harvest beyond imagination!
Although the God of Wealth scolded the Goddess of Harvest in the Pantheon Temple, the Goddess of Harvest was very good. She did not deliberately let the Commonwealth of Gold Coins and the Dhaka Business Alliance have a bad harvest, but she just poured a lot of divine power into the surrounding areas, and even threw the share that the two countries should have to the neighboring countries.
So, a famine happened.
The chef of the "Old Axe" tavern, Sui Xiong, or Sui Xiong MK4, the time-traveler, leaned against the heavy wooden door and looked sadly at the starving people who looked like they were starving.
Almost all of these starving people were farmers. This year's harvest was not good, but the taxes of the nobles were not reduced at all. After paying the taxes, they could not even guarantee their rations.
In this case, they could only borrow money from the merchants. However, most of the loans were rejected — the merchants were very cold and very shrewd. At a glance, they could see that these farmers did not have much profit to make, so they would not waste even a copper on them!
The farmers who were short of food sold almost all the things in their homes that could be sold, but still could not buy enough food. In this case, many farmers brought their families to the cities and towns, because many of the Churches of Good God would give out food.
The Churches of Good God could not give out much food, and for the huge group of starving people, it was better than nothing. But for these poor people who were already as poor as a church mouse, this was their last hope to survive.
Sui Xiong looked at all this gloomily. He could imagine what terrible things would happen in the late winter and early spring — although he studied art instead of history, the two "Refugee Paintings" by Zheng Xia of the Northern Song Dynasty and Jiang Zhaohe of the Republic of China were the most important things in the history of China's painting. If a painter with a professional background did not even know about this, then he must be a fake, and the worst kind!
Sui Xiong was not an elite in the painting world, but at least he had studied the whole college curriculum seriously. The scene of the "Refugee Paintings" and the corresponding records and stories emerged in his mind at this moment.
"Boss, can't we think of a way to do something for them?" He returned to the tavern sullenly and said to the boss, "If this goes on, in two months at most, there will be starving people everywhere!"
The bearded boss sighed deeply and shook his head.
He did not have a heart of stone, and he also wanted to do something for these poor people, but what could a small tavern do?
During this time, he had already reduced the price of food to the cost price, so he did not make any money at all. Every day, the bread and other things were sold out as soon as it came out of the oven.
This was the only thing he could do.
"By the way, boss, aren't you an adventurer? I remember you have a very good crossbow, right? "Sui Xiong suddenly thought of something and asked.
The boss nodded, not understanding what he meant.
"Then lend me your crossbow. I'll bring a few strong men with me to hunt."
"You are crazy!" The boss was shocked and scolded, "Everything in the forest belongs to the lord. Anyone who poaches will be hanged!"
"Is there a big difference between being hanged and starved to death?" Sui Xiong smiled sarcastically, "Anyway, I can't let them starve to death …"
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