I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 285 Bad things

The religious conflict that occurred outside the city of Wortradnoy was quickly reported by a passing player, which brought Chris to his attention.

This situation gave Chris a bit of a headache. The bystander was also a bad guy. The two groups were fighting each other at the village entrance. Even though he was capable, he didn't step in to stop them. He just watched the show and saw that they ended up with sixteen wounded.

There were only about thirty people involved in the fight, yet they managed to produce a casualty count of sixteen, which is enough to show how intense the scene was. Fortunately, no one died.

Chris rubbed his temples as he listened to the report; the casualty figures on the white paper looked particularly glaring in the sunlight.

He looked up at the excited player, who was gesturing wildly.

"You didn't see it. The way that Earth Mother priest swung her iron plow at the end was like she was insane..."

"OK OK."

Chris rubbed his temples and raised his hand to stop the player from saying anything more.

"Thanks for your report, brother. What else did you do after that?"

"I also arrested both sides involved in the fight."

The player exclaimed excitedly.

"They broke the law!"

Yes, they did break the law, but after you catch them, could you hand them over to the arbitrator in charge of that area, so that the player acting as the sheriff can deal with them according to the laws I set?

Even if the arbitrator player secretly kills them with a knife, that's fine too. Neither side is any good anyway, so their deaths are no big deal.

But how did you manage to capture them and bring them back to the palace? What are you trying to do?
Oh!
Chris glanced at the player's excited expression and immediately understood.

This guy probably thought there was a hidden plot here, but he didn't know how to trigger it, so he arrested everyone and sent them to him.

Even if he fails to trigger the mission, he can still get the reward from Chris, so it's not a loss either way.

After figuring out the player's idea, Chris sighed inwardly but decided to grant the player's wish.

Otherwise, the player base might not be so enthusiastic next time.

Chris rubbed his temples, revealing a tired but gentle smile.

“You did a great job; they really should have been brought back.”

He stood up and walked to the window.

"But next time, remember to notify the local sheriff first. It's never good to report to someone higher up... Here, I'll write you a warrant."

The player's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled out his notebook to record the mission rewards.

Chris turned back to his desk, took a piece of parchment and a bronze badge from the drawer, and wrote the player's ID on the parchment: "I love being a layabout."

"Congratulations, you are now a trainee judge. Here is your letter of appointment and trainee judge medal... Where is your jurisdiction? Oh, you don't have a fixed area of ​​work, or perhaps the entire Bagnia is your jurisdiction."

After saying that, Chris personally handed the two items to the player, who left happily.

Trainee Arbitrator is a position Chris specifically designed for players. Unlike formal judges, players in this position do not wield much power and do not have the privilege of acting first and reporting later.

The position of trainee judge was practically a figurehead. But Chris knew very well that what mattered to the players wasn't actual power, but rather the gleaming title and the impressive uniform.

In any case, when someone angers a player and makes them determined to kill, reputation points and such cannot stop them at all.

Such idiots are better off dying sooner rather than later, so they don't end up spending money on food.

After getting rid of the busybody, Chris began to worry about the mess he had left behind.

After much deliberation, Chris decided to summon the two priests of the Earth Goddess and the Agriculture Goddess for questioning. Chris straightened his collar and gestured to the guards to bring the two priests in. Soon, two bruised and battered clergymen were brought into the hall.

Grom, the priest of the Earth Mother, had his right eye swollen shut, yet he still stood tall. Arya, the goddess of agriculture, had her white robes stained with mud, and a fist mark imprinted on her fair face, but her eyes remained resolute.

The two glared at each other as soon as they met, and if they hadn't been restrained by the guards, they probably would have started fighting again.

"interesting."

Chris slowly twirled the quill pen.

"Since you two are so energetic, why don't you help me solve a difficult problem?"

He pushed open the window, and a biting wind swirled in, carrying snowflakes. In the castle garden, several guards were directing civilians who had come to provide work relief to use shovels to break through the frozen ground in preparation for the coming spring. Chris planned to plant some vegetables in the garden.

"Spring planting is imminent, but our King's Plain has been burned, farmland is abandoned, and the seed germination rate is less than 30%."

Chris turned around and looked at the two priests.

"I've heard that both of you can make seeds germinate in the dead of winter? Surely you two can also solve the problem of the burned land."

A smug glint flashed in Grom's one eye, the priest of the Earth Goddess. He suddenly thought of a chance to turn the tables and immediately stepped forward.

"The sacred ritual of the Earth Mother can solve the problem; all we need is..."

"I need tangible results."

Chris interrupted him, pointing at Arya.

"Does the Goddess of Agriculture possess this kind of technology?"

The priestess's face paled. Compared to the priestess of the Earth Goddess, she felt somewhat less confident, because she knew her own situation best.

"The blessing of the goddess of agriculture can indeed promote crop growth."

Arya's voice grew softer and softer, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the tattered hem of her robe.

"But the land that has been burned."

Grom suddenly let out a sneer.

"Southern greenhouse flowers, indeed, cannot withstand the elements."

He turned to Chris, his single eye gleaming with fanaticism.

"My lord, all we need to do is hold a grand holy ceremony, and the Earth Mother Goddess will surely bestow upon us a fertile sacred land, and..."

"How much does the sacred ritual require? How large is the sacred land?"

Chris waved his hand once again, interrupting the Earth Goddess Priest's unrealistic charade.

“I need the entire King’s Plain to regain its former fertility. I need this land to grow enough food to feed the entire people of Bagnia, not just a flashy signboard for you fat pigs to embezzle.”

That's it, get out!

After saying that, Chris rudely and impolitely signaled the guards to throw the two men out. Don't blame Chris for being impatient; the truth is that neither of these guys were good people.

The Earth Goddess Cult needs no further introduction; the events of the Night of the City Conquest have only just ended.

The agricultural goddess cult, based on what we know, also has a lot of negative information about it.

(End of this chapter)