Chapter 349: Mormont's Journey (Part )
I opened the curtain next to the tent, and just in time a cloud passed by the sky, blocking the scorching sun.

A few breezes carrying moisture blew into the carriage, dispersing a lot of the original fiery atmosphere.

Mormont peered out and saw that they were crossing a wooden bridge.

At both ends of the wooden bridge, there were stalls selling things, and travelers carrying bags and hurrying north.

“Why is everyone heading north?”

"Because there is Fort Jeanne d'Arc in the north." The coachman, who was a native of Fort Jeanne d'Arc, snorted lazily, "He came to our Fort Jeanne d'Arc to beg for food."

"Begging, because the people of Jeanne d'Arc are kind and give a lot?" Talolin poked his head out curiously.

The person who answered Tallin's question was the middle-aged stonemason, who was also embarrassed about the scuffle with his son just now and took the opportunity to change the subject.

"The coachman is joking." The stonemason coughed. "Being a laborer in Jeanne d'Arc is profitable, and the refugees can get land. Many people who didn't get good land or got too little land sold their land and went north."

The whereabouts of this father and son were not isolated cases, as the Holy Fathers friars and the Black Caps visited every household, as well as the news brought by relatives and friends.

The words Salvation Army, Holy Grandson, and Holy Daughter began to appear frequently in people's mouths.

Killed the Duke of Kush of Jeanne d'Arc, defeated the invincible Imperial Command Company, and defeated the elite extraordinary knights of Jinhe Township.

Some rumors that came through the grapevine made them even more restless at night - the three-class peasant system had been abolished, the Labor Law and the Fugitive Slave Law had been abolished, there was no upper limit on workers' wages, and they no longer had to stay on the manor forever.

"Well, you see, this is the famous place outside of Sour Melon Town - Frick Park."

After saying this, everyone in the car waited for a long time, but no one heard the next sentence.

Even Mormont was speechless at the coachman's perfunctory attitude. If you don't want to say anything, then don't say it. If you want to say something, then say it nicely.

Everyone had no choice but to look outside through the door curtain, and they saw several antique palaces located on the river bank, hidden among the forest not far away.

On the grass beside the river, young men and women were sitting on a tablecloth and having a picnic. On the boardwalk along the lakeshore, citizens, craftsmen, laborers, vendors setting up stalls, and night watchmen and crusaders patrolling back and forth were strolling.

Mormont sensed something was wrong. How come this place looked like a noble palace? It was just that the tall walls had been demolished.

Before Mormont could figure out why, the coachman in front said again: "Look to the right again. There is the most famous place in Sourgourd Town - the hospital."

"Hospital, what is that?"

"It's where you go to get medical treatment. All the witch doctors who were previously in the black market have been converted to regular employees, and their salaries are almost higher than those of the Black Hats."

Mormont and Balinba looked at each other, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

In the past, medical resources were monopolized by the church. When ordinary people got sick, they could either endure it, seek blessings from the church, or buy expensive medicine.

Medicines for curing diseases are the most expensive of all medicines.

One of the more cost-effective ways to cure diseases is to go to the black market run by the secret party and buy those alchemical potions to cure diseases.

Of course, the makers and healers of these alchemical potions are also called sorcerers or witch doctors by pharmacists.

It is true that these "witch doctors" often cause medical accidents, but in comparison, going to the church to treat illnesses means using blessings to relieve pain, and the treatment relies entirely on one's own immunity, and all the money is spent on pain relief.

The hospital Horn set up was a gathering of famous witch doctors and pharmacists in the countryside, who treated patients and trained apprentices at the same time.

It doesn't matter what method you use to treat it, as long as it is cured.

Even some of the more radical witch doctors were sent to Autumn Dusk Island, where they were allowed to conduct small-scale human experiments.

"Won't the pharmacists protest?"

"Of course they protested. They even went to the Holy Visitation Hall (formerly the Jeanne d'Arc City Hall) to make a scene, blocking the door to prevent the Pope from leaving get off work. They blocked the door until noon the next day, and the Holy Grandson went hungry for a whole day."

The coachman seemed to be thinking of something happy and laughed happily. "That really pissed off the gendarmerie. They used cork bullets from the Holy Gun to drive them away, breaking their bones and tendons. The leaders were all taken to the Holy Trinity Education Team."

During this time, Jeanna was able to fight with the knights on the front line without any danger, and Horn was also able to negotiate with the landlords, citizens and craftsmen's guild in the rear without any danger.

The front line is a war where you can hear the sound of gunfire, while the rear is a war where you cannot hear the sound of gunfire.

"Brother, I have a question." "Go ahead." The coachman was in the mood to talk and became much more active than before.

"That park and this hospital seem to be aristocratic palaces and monasteries, right?" Talolin asked, looking at the hospital.

"Yes." The coachman said as a matter of course, "That is the property of the church and the nobles, but in the end it also belongs to the Holy Grandson. How dare they say anything when the Holy Grandson uses it?"

After stabilizing the situation in Kush Territory, Horn's second move was to nationalize church assets.

Churches and monasteries were transformed into schools, hospitals and libraries, and palaces and aristocratic mansions were transformed into parks, stadiums and government agencies.

The personnel among them need to be reformed. After all, the empire's literate population is here, and it will take a year for the peasants to learn a lot of knowledge.

As a result, a large number of low-level monks and nuns joined the Holy Trinity Education Team, studying "The Holy Word of Salvation" while working.

Once you perform well and pass the assessment, you can re-enter society.

Nuns basically develop into hospital nurses, midwives, middle school teachers, etc., while low-level monks develop into agricultural workers, accountants, scribes, etc.

At the same time, itinerant monks in various places will also look for young people with good performance and enthusiasm for salvation as assistants.

If these young people can obtain the recognition of the Holy Fathers, they can enter the training school within the Holy Fathers to study.

After the coachman's explanation, the mysterious veil of the Savior Army was gradually unveiled. Not only Mormont and others, but even the stonemason and his son became inexplicably excited.

"Perhaps this is what the Mircella religion is really like?" Looking at the patients walking outside the monastery, Talolin murmured in a very small voice.

Balinba immediately leaned over to his ear and said, "Don't forget how the church treated us. We are here to seek help from High Priest Pasrick, not from them."

Talolin was originally a follower of the Messiah, but later joined the secret party.

“They are also rebelling against the church.”

"That's dog bite dog." Kuru said in a muffled voice.

Mormont didn't want his companions to argue about this issue, so he interrupted them and asked the coachman in front, "Why is the speed slowing down?"

The coachman turned his head and said, "The road ahead is being repaired. We have to drive along the side of the road. It's not smooth, so we have to drive more slowly. If you are afraid of the bumps, get off and walk for a while before getting back on the coach."

Repairing the road? Mormont and the others looked at each other, but did not get out of the car to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The stonemason and his son jumped out of the car and walked towards the road that was being repaired.

After all, both father and son are stonemasons, and they must be more interested in architecture and civil engineering.

Out of curiosity, Talolin stuck his head out and carefully observed the workers who were dumping buckets of yellow mud onto the ground.

But soon, Talolin's eyes widened, but he did not say anything. Instead, he told the news to Kuru who was more familiar with this aspect.

Kuru stood up and looked out the window in the direction of the road construction...

He couldn't believe his eyes. This was the territory of the Church of Messiah, and in broad daylight, someone was using mortar and alchemy.

"Oh my god! They're using mortar and alchemy!"

Several natural priests standing on the roadside immediately raised their heads, frowned, and saluted him.

"I'm from North, a foreigner, and I've never seen the world. Haha." The coachman greeted the monks with a flattering face.

Turning his head to the side, he whispered, "Don't talk nonsense. This is natural magic and natural priests. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you out of the car."

Mormont and Balinba both leaned forward to take a look, but soon their eyes widened.

Really! They were so familiar with the fluctuation of that mana, it was just using mortar and alchemy!

They all say this is a heresy of the Messianic Church. Are all heresies today this strange?
Or is it the magic of this heretical Misera religion? Is there such magic?
"Do you think there is a possibility?" Talolin asked with a strange look on his face, "This natural magic is just alchemy in a different outfit?"

(End of this chapter)