Chapter 563: Faith in the Territory

Chapter 556 – Faith of the Territory

Maixiang Town was a reclaimed town located not far north of Mara City, after years of farming, the land here had matured, and year after year, the food production increased, bringing more and more smiles on the faces of the civilians who had migrated here with nothing to fall back on in the first place.

Old John is a native of the Northland, from his grandfather’s generation is the Northland pioneers, to his generation, I thought it would be stabilized, who would have thought that a great war destroyed everything.

Fortunately, the Northern Glory Alliance chose to take them in, relocating a large number of people over.

Although the Northern Glory Alliance was one of the forces that destroyed the Noble Alliance, one only had to compare it to the part that was occupied by the Border City Alliance in the first place to realize how lucky they were.

That miserable scene was unforgettable to Old John to this day, and at the same time, he was more and more thankful that he chose to immediately surrender to the Glory Alliance’s councilors at the beginning, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to live the good life they were living now.

When I saw this place was desolate, even if it was in the prime of life, the old John was still half cold, but seeing his wife and young children behind him, he still clenched his teeth and stood up, shouldered the burden of life, starting from building roads as a hard laborer.

Luckily, a large amount of supplies were delivered to stabilize the hearts of the people, the mayor from the north city organized them to build new homes, and the missionary monks soothed their hearts and cured their illnesses, and before they knew it, they were living in a better life, all thanks to the merciful gods and goddesses.

This was a point that Old John was not used to at first, for the Lord of Lords was not a man, but an honored deity.

But only a god would grant his devout followers a bountiful harvest and light taxes, so like everyone else, Old John took his family to the temple every weekend to say prayers and give thanks.

Early in the morning, Old John’s wife made breakfast for the family, a thick pot of barley porridge, but a luxury they would never have dreamed of.

Before they came here, they only ate two meals a day, and when they didn’t work, they even only ate a thin porridge, in order to save more food, otherwise, when the green and yellow harvests don’t come, and the long winter, it will really kill people.

Now that the farmland was rich and the tax was only three tiers, the family had been able to enjoy the luxury of three meals a day.

Old John, whose face was a little more weathered but looked very good, finished eating in three bites and went to set up the wagon, his eldest daughter was very understanding and helped to carry some of the crops that he was going to take to the town to sell, and his wife was feeding his youngest son the last few mouthfuls of congee.

This little guy is really lucky, was born when they built the house, the first harvest of the farmland, so grow white and chubby, let the old John every time to see are full of fulfillment, and more and more motivation, thinking for the eldest daughter to prepare a good dowry, it is time to grow up for the youngest son to get married to make preparations.

The family rode in the carriage, and did not lock the door, because today is the weekend to go to the temple for prayer, even the greediest thief would not dare to steal at this time, because it is an offense to the gods and goddesses, not only the local garrison, even all the residents will be angry to find each other out and hanged on the gallows.

There were many people like Old John whose families went to the town to say their prayers, because more and more farmland was being reclaimed, it was impossible for everyone to live in the town, the good thing was that the transportation was very convenient, following the main road, even the farmers who lived the farthest away could reach it in less than an hour, and the ones who lived any farther away, it would be within the boundaries of another town.

Not far away, the old John’s wagon, in addition to holding the child’s wife, there is not far from their home, an old couple and two new bride just gave birth to a child, everyone has been accustomed to help each other, which is in the Northland survival, at least in the survival of the qualities needed here.

The men gathered together and smoked dry tobacco, which was the seed given to them by the territory, and the tobacco leaves were dried and shredded, which they were not accustomed to at first, but when they got used to it, they could not get away from it, and it was also a hobby that the farmers could not keep up much.

A little dry tobacco, the older ones discuss the weather and this year’s harvest, the younger ones mutter about new things in town, and those who intend to enlist in the army, and the group comes to the town in a lively manner.

At the intersection, the nuns had already prepared a hot communion, a cup of watered-down hot milk and a fistful of solid bread for each person.

Communion was a commoner’s term; the nuns and monks never called it that.

I remember when the residents of the neighborhood would come together as a family every weekend to receive a communion, just to save a meal. Now, even though they don’t lack a bite to eat, they consider communion as a gift from the gods and goddesses, and still receive it with full gratitude.

In fact, initially it was just a convenient way to attract people for good missionary work, but later it became a tradition and was preserved.

When they were almost at the sanctuary, the people began to walk, even those who had mobility problems walked with the help of others.

This kind of sight was basically unseen in other places, not for fear of not being able to help, but poverty and suffering covered up all the beauty.

In the absence of food and clothing, in the misery of life, kindness and help bring not gratitude and beauty, but pain and death.

Only in the relatively closed Northland, under the experience of building a home together, in the same faith, can goodness have the soil to be born.

Thousands of people gathered in front of the sanctuary and waited silently for the prayer to begin.

The children who acted as the choir spontaneously came to the raised platform and began to sing the praises of the gods and goddesses for their greatness and mercy.

When the choir finished, the priest in charge of conducting the prayers stood on the high platform and recited the contents of the holy scripture with the help of the sound amplifying magic props.

The beliefs of the territory were very peculiar, divided into the Eternal Sanctuary and the Eternal Church, and the gods and goddesses they believed in were different, but they never forced the people to believe in any one god or goddess, they only demanded that they had to believe in one, and did not allow the existence of unbelievers.

In the Temple, the greatest is the Eternal, portrayed as an idol in magnificent and massive armor, representing light, guardianship, and all that is good.

The second is the Shadow of Death, if Eternity is the patron of the present, then the Shadow of Death is the guardian of the dead.

All believers, regardless of which god or goddess they believed in during their lives, will travel to the eternal night kingdom where the Shadow of Death is located after death, so there are not a few believers.

Next is the Moon Princess, who is said to be the moon of the Kingdom of Eternal Night, shedding serene moonlight on the dead while weaving beautiful dreams for all beings and endless nightmares for the irreverent.

The other is the Lady of Gold, in charge of, wealth, deals and contracts, no deal is allowed to be broken in the presence of this lady, who can distrust merchants, but is able to trust deals made by merchants in front of gold coins.

And today, the territory welcomes a new deity, the Goddess of Cats.

She is the leader of the dead, the guardian of the barn, and the nemesis of rodents.

Upon hearing the last two sentences, Old John and the farmers were instantly energized.

Although they would sell their excess grain to the town, the suffering they had endured still made it customary for them to store some grain at home, and the biggest headache was the rats.

(End of chapter)