Game Mind of a Medieval Modern Person - Chapter 213



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213. It’s already been a month since we started the chicken farm to raise money for the Grape Flavored Grace Coronation Ceremony.

Cleaning the chicken coop and caring for the chickens have long since become part of my daily routine.

I clean up chicken droppings, check to see if the straw is damp, and check to see if any chickens are sick.

After completing all these processes, I would throw away all pretense and just sit down and bask in the rising morning sunlight.

As a result, changes occurred.

Even though they were not in charge of the chicken farm, monks began to roll up their sleeves and help out.

As expected, if the upper water is clear, the lower water will also be clear.

There was no need to talk at length about the deepening bond that developed while working hard together.

As I continued to change straw and clean with the sweaty monks, I began to feel a strange sense of satisfaction.

Even though we don’t exchange a single word, if we work together silently, shoulder to shoulder, a sense of camaraderie develops.

The chickens seemed to realize our dedicated efforts and were eating diligently and growing well.

They also want to live healthy lives, so if you put some millet or other grains in a bowl and hand it to them, they will lick it clean without leaving a single grain behind.

If you add in the secrets that the chicken farmers recruited through the World’s Best Chicken Raising Contest will be able to show off, you will be able to generate significant profits.

When you first start out, even if it’s small, you have to build a foundation step by step.

This is so that it doesn’t suddenly collapse later on.

However, people who value honor and face were very displeased with this aspect of me.

Eventually, one person who couldn’t stand to watch the chicken poop being cleaned up stepped forward.

“Your Majesty, the rumor that you ran a chicken farm yourself was true…”

“Oh. Would you like to see some chickens too?”

“….”

It was Edwina, the maid who had been sent to the castle of Powis for a short while.

And Edwina seemed to find my practical fashion sense quite irritating.

As soon as Edwina saw the clothes I was wearing, the tattered robes of a poor monk, she stumbled and placed her right hand on her forehead.

“Your Highness. It is said that you were stripped of your right to succession due to family circumstances, but no matter what anyone says, you are a descendant of the Powis family.”

“yes.”

“Furthermore, you are a high-ranking clergyman who exerts influence not only in one parish but also throughout the entire morning system.”

“That’s true too.”

“Are you really planning to completely ruin your honor as a noble and your dignity as a high-ranking priest?”

Along with these words, Edwina told in detail all the sinister rumors that were circulating in the Duchy of Powis.

The nobles, each with his own pedigree, grumbled at the sight of the diligent and honest bishop, who was humble and frugal, and there were quite a few clergy who felt uncomfortable as well.

My special status and origins had a strong influence on this evaluation.

I, Bishop of Powis, Narva, am a compromise between the Holy See and the local nobility of the Morning Isles.

As a noble, he represents the level of sophistication of the Morning Star system to the royal family of the mainland, and as a priest, he represents the saints’ great interest in the Morning Star system.

Moreover, as he was entrusted with such an important responsibility, people’s attention was focused on Bishop Narva.

And yet, look at the way they are beating the chicken.

There are growing voices saying that this is too extravagant.

After telling all this story, Edwina slumped her shoulders and sighed deeply.

“Looking at your expression, it looks like you’re going to protest again…”

“Honor as a nobleman and dignity as a high-ranking priest. Very important.”

Strictly speaking, I was doing work closer to that of a monk than a priest.

The foundation of the church that serves the light of the stars is close to the knightly order, and even if it is not necessarily a knightly order, most monastic orders aim to be self-sufficient through diligent and honest labor.

But it is impossible to maintain royalties with only a closed and exclusive monastic order.

The organization that accepted and united people who had risen up from all over the place, and the people who were to maintain and manage the church, were reborn as priests after several civil wars and doctrinal disputes.

Priests are mediators who control and persuade the common people and enforce church law.

To be exact, it can be said that they are management positions that, instead of working themselves, pour all their energy into the annihilation of the Ise and the settlement of royal families.

As a result, the standard of respect required of high-ranking clergy was quite high.

Every organization needs authority to keep the system running, whether it likes it or not.

The authority of the Church derives solely from the rigorous rites and pious attitudes of its high clergy, and finally from their lofty bearing and learning.

The thing that people take issue with here is the lofty dignity.

I fully understand people’s needs.

It is natural for people above to want to be different from others in a more pious and positive way.

However, if you are blinded by the illusion that you must have dignity and become obsessed with formality, you are putting the cart before the horse.

I corrected this misunderstanding by clicking my tongue, crossing my arms, and raising my left index finger.

“But without money, honor and dignity, you are just an arrogant beggar!”

“Your Majesty… You’re talking like a merchant again. Aren’t there many things more valuable than gold and silver treasures?”

“In my short life, I’ve felt that the people who say they don’t need money are the ones who are the most crazy about money.”

A person who truly values ​​more than money never neglects making money.

Because they know better than anyone that they need money to pursue the values ​​and beliefs they pursue.

Poverty is not romantic, it is a sordid reality.

I continued talking, looking down at the hens with warm eyes as they grew fat.

“When it comes to running a country or an organization, people who are indifferent to money are useless. We need people who want to earn every penny and spend every penny more frugally.”

“There is a reason why people say that you are more like a merchant than a priest.”

“I don’t care if I look like a vulgar person. I don’t care if I’m looked at like a vagabond, a lowly serf who sleeps in a shack soaked with rain and wind.”

If someone were to frown and say that the Holy Cathedral smells like chicken shit, I would say something firmly.

“Eventually, once I start making money by selling eggs, they will follow suit.”

“Are you saying that you’re just selling that…?”

“It’s a national project, a national project. We should start it with the intention of lasting for 10 years. At the same time, we should also remove any obstacles that might interfere with the coronation ceremony in advance.”

It may not seem necessary for 10 years, but there are always unexpected variables.

It is much better to prepare for any eventuality with careful and cautious forecasting.

It was at this time that I felt something was off.

10 years.

Why does so much time pass through my head…

“ah.”

I blinked and looked back at Edwina.

A maid with a cold impression who still looked young for her age, perhaps thanks to constant care in a place I didn’t know about, but who couldn’t avoid the passage of time.

“Edwina, do I look old to you?”

“yes?”

“No. Now that I look at it, you seem a bit old.”

“…..”

Edwina seems to be concerned as well, judging by her silence in response.

There was a great ordeal that came upon humans regardless of gender.

aging.

Surprisingly enough, my impression of him hasn’t changed much since the day he became a bishop.

Enough to make you think maybe.

“Edwina, looking at you makes me realize that I’ve been neglecting my surroundings too much.”

“…”

Edwina was the type of person who kept things for longer than expected.

I, your lord, am telling you one objective truth honestly, but you keep your mouth shut.

But I had a special gift that would melt the frozen heart of this narrow-minded bandeng.

“I’ll give you a gift after you wash up.”

The power to share miracles.

The miracle of the third stage of devotion, Eunhyeol.

***

People use a variety of senses when tasting food.

Vision was one of them.

It is said that this part developed to distinguish edible food by color, but according to the experience accumulated in human genes, silver is not a very appetizing color.

A small tasting session held in the office.

“Ugh.”

The evidence was John Min-meori frowning and pushing the glass away.

“Yes, I would consider it a miracle if silver blood flowed from the back of a person’s hand.”

“It’s a miracle.”

John, unable to refute, put his nose to the glass and sniffed.

Of course, it blooms even though it’s that color.

John the Bonehead immediately stepped back, gagging at the smell of blood.

“But you want me to drink human blood? And that… is silver?”

“It’s good for your health. Don’t you know, Eundan?”

“What is that?”

“There’s something good for your health. Drink it quickly.”

“I’ve asked for the blood of the stigmata, but I never said I wanted to drink it all…”

John hesitates until the end.

Edwina, on the other hand, was moving her lips to the glass with a determined expression.

“Your Majesty. If you really drink this.”

“It seems that I have reached the fourth stage of the miracle of devotion granted by Lux Stella without my knowledge. To confirm this, eat it and drink it up, since there is nothing bad about it.”

Of course, the fact that the fourth stage miracle was immortal was not even mentioned.

You could end up raising expectations and then fail, and if even a rumor gets out, those arrogant bastards might turn into mosquitoes, trying to suck my blood.

It’s hard enough to bite a mosquito’s beak, but if a human’s beak were to suck my body, I would gladly commit murder.

However, Edwina seemed to have noticed with her characteristic wit what a miracle it was.

Unlike John, who hesitated and trembled until the very end, he lifted his glass in one gulp as soon as he made up his mind.

“omg!”

As Min-Meori John gasped at the audacity, a distinct sound began to echo through the office.

Gulp, gulp-.

Edwina’s throat twitches repeatedly.

The smell of blood is usually not so strong that it would make you vomit at least once, but I was sucking it in with my lips pressed together without leaving a single sip.

Then finally.

Edwina emptied her glass and put it down cautiously.

Then he took a handkerchief out of his bosom and wiped the corners of his mouth.

John and I were shocked the moment we saw Edwina’s lips smiling contentedly beyond the handkerchief.

“Ugh… Drinking human blood like that… Aren’t you actually a vampire?”

“Shh. It must be that desperate.”

I said this while tapping John on the shoulder, but in fact I also took a step back quietly.

That was the moment.

“master.”

Edwina looked at me with slightly ecstatic eyes and a flushed face as if she were slightly drunk and spoke.

“Your Majesty, your blood tastes like grape juice.”

“”?””

John and I faced each other without anyone asking us to.

After a while.

Even the bald John, who had been hesitating until the very end, raised his glass and opened his eyes wide.

“No. No… This…”

“Is it real?”

“Yes… It really tastes like grape juice. Or should I say wine? It’s so sweet and fragrant that it even hides the smell of blood… It’s a scent that’s hard to find even in well-ripened wine.”

Then he started talking passionately about how delicious the silver blood was.

“I can’t drink much because my mouth is small, but if you can resist the bloody smell when you first take a sip, there’s no other drink as good as this! From the moment it enters your mouth, the concentrated refreshing grape scent wraps around your tongue, and then, far from the bloody scent, your whole body feels as if it’s been hit by a refreshing forest breeze! If it’s sweet, it usually leaves a heavy, sticky feeling in your mouth, but it disappears leaving only the scent, leaving a deep aftertaste.”

John the Bonehead began to describe, in an unexpectedly long-winded manner, how delicious my blood was.

Even for me, who was used to receiving a lot of compliments throughout my life, this was praise that I couldn’t handle.

I slowly stepped back, placing my hand on the hilt of the knife.

“Let’s draw a line.”

Maybe the first mosquito I slash at will be a bald eagle.

Fortunately, however, both John and Edwina quickly came to their senses.

“Your Majesty, I…”

“If I work hard, will you give me another drink?”

Since it was like this originally, there shouldn’t be a big problem.

The results were also quite significant.

Side effects of Eunhyeol, strong dependence on Eunhyeol.

I never imagined that it would have the side effect of being addictive because it was so delicious.

And we don’t know yet if the effects will last…

Then suddenly my thoughts wandered to another place.

This is about why the fact that you are a stigmata manifestation must be hidden as much as possible.

“There’s no work to do, so everyone go back to your seats.”

After I kicked out the two people with an obvious order to evict them, I fell into a little deep thought.

After this bishop put in a lot of effort, there was still much that was unknown about miracles and mysteries.

Now that I’ve learned that blindly trying and experimenting is much more dangerous to my safety than I thought, it’s time to be cautious.

It would be better not to experiment or act rashly before consulting with Bishop Ganista.

As I was changing my policy, I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the calm before the storm.

It’s nice to have a peaceful daily life, but it’s not always a happy thing if your enemies are also enjoying it.

The pagans who took over the Duchy of Bartline and became unusually quiet.

Some thought that they had lost the power to invade, but I, on the contrary, judged that the pagans had grown sufficiently strong.

It has been six years since the death of Ariava, which swept through the Duchy of Penrad.

Sporadic small-scale skirmishes are becoming increasingly rare.

Experience has shown that this is when things are most dangerous.

“…”

I had a feeling that the moment was approaching when I would send the most powerful card Powis could use, Sir Terveer, to the front lines.