In the doorway of the mill, George could only see the huge grinding wheel turning there, but no one could see...
And on the side of the weed pile on top, weeds are still weaving baskets of their own...
'It's a fucking ghost pushing the mill...'
Those 'golden rubbish' had been ground up quite a bit. Inside the wicker basket on one side, there was still a lot of black soil and meat mud.
The huge mill was constantly flowing with pus, and emitted a burning stench. Looks very disgusting.
George fanned his nose and went over, chanting a 'hymn of divine praise'. Although this hymn did not use mana, but it is to play some role. Those near the mill was purified, the stench immediately disappeared a lot, and those 'golden rubbish' also became much drier.
"You two take those that are not burned through, and then mixed with weeds to burn a burn. Remember to grind as fine as possible, then sift the broken pieces again, pick out the large, unburnable bones and throw them back into the cemetery. Mix what you can with dung, grass and wood ashes with black earth to make sure the lords can't easily identify them."
The heavenly servants seemed to understand the lord's words and bowed to receive orders.
After saluting, they stood still, but the weeds suddenly flew up out of nowhere, wrapped up a skeleton, and piled up into a pile. Then it automatically burned a blue fire.
This fire seems to be very special, as if from the underworld, also seems to come from the heavens. The pile of skeletons quickly burned in the ghostly blue flame.
''It seems to be two good cooks after all...''
Smelling the fragrance of the roasted meat, George's heart cried out in sin and did not intend to stay in this disgusting place for one more second.
He instructed the heavenly servants some things, told them to finish the golden rubbish, don't forget to get those two baskets of grasshoppers that the children inside the tavern secretly sent in the night - with those clean grinders.
Then he went straight to the cemetery and put the three ghosts into the crypt. And said a prayer for them.
Watching that divine grace consumed from [Divine Grace: 87/267] to [Divine Grace: 27/267], George's heart twitched slightly.
At present, it seemed that the base of the divine grace of the lords and ladies would be at most three hundred and thirty even if they all believed blindly. This could not help but make him feel very inadequate. It could be said to be a great constraint on the development of the territory.
'There seem to be two small villages just over the lumberyard, so we can stop by tomorrow and take a look. As long as there are not many new people coming at once, the old people with the new people will soon be able to integrate them into the collective and increase the divine grace resources.'' George thought this was a good idea. Because tomorrow after those people were fooled out of the village by him, they could also be abducted to the lumberyard side first to help him do some work first.
After deciding on this idea, George unfolded the scroll and experimented with the Heavenly Servants again, and determined that the scroll could be stowed on them. This could not help but surprise him.
When the Heavenly Servants were in the scroll, they were identified as being within the shelter. So it was not consuming time.
In this way, he could take the Heavenly Servants directly to the lumberyard.
Although they can only work for an hour at most after stepping out of the scroll, then they have to return to the scroll. But George is feeling that the time should be enough.
There was not much work to be done by the Heavenly Servants over at the lumberyard, their main job, was to help him with the river transportation.
''The lumber needed for the school grounds is not particularly large, and with any luck, a trip to it tomorrow will enable work to begin. As for my castle... Oops.' Thinking about this, George couldn't help but be a little teary-eyed.
According to the current situation of the territory, the work of repairing the castle can only be postponed, the first batch of wood will certainly not be wasted on the castle.
After a sigh, George's hand slid on top of the scrolls. In the process of sliding, those new heavenly servants immediately received the instructions on the scroll, and went to the mill.
When they left the cemetery, they also brought a bunch of corpses flying...
When George came out of the cemetery, he saw the scene with the corpses flying in the sky, and the sweat of horror stood up.
"It's just too damn scary!" Wiping the cold sweat from his head, George took a piss by a tree and trotted off towards the tavern
'With these five guys, we'll be able to turn everything inside the cemetery into golden rubbish tonight. There are plenty of zombies around here, and the fields will be able to have a constant supply of fertilizer.'
The Heavenly Servants were so efficient that I'm afraid that in the future, they would only have to be busy for a few hours every night to get the fertilizer for the next day.
The shelter resounded with insects at night, and George pushed open the door of the tavern full of thoughts and smelled a welcoming aroma of roasted meat.
He nearly threw up in one gulp...
The squires still seemed to be on patrol, and he was the first to return.
Sitting next to the fire pit and taking two sips of wine, George suppressed the squirming in his stomach. He looked at the roasted wolf meat, the corners of his mouth twitched for half a day, and found that he could not get any appetite.
Not long after that, Alexander and the others also returned. These people were dusty and their hands were still a little wet, and they all seemed to have washed their hands before the meal according to the story in the 'Holy Scriptures'.
I thought these people would be excited after seeing all that wine, but it seems that except for a few old squires, everyone else had some horror in their eyes. But in the greeting of George and Martin and others, these newcomers still slowly came back to their senses, put down their shields and guns, and sat down in their seats.
Those wine and meat, so that their somewhat restrained bodies are also relaxed.
While having a good drink, Martin saw George's inquiring gaze. So he came over and told the lord about what happened during the patrol.
"Chief, it was going quite well, the new weapons and shields were not much, but they were all very powerful. But when clearing the east side, it was two special things that appeared - the thing was very deformed-looking, with tumors all over its body. And it had a body that was big on one side and small on the other. It was that tall." He gestured, it was probably more than two meters.
Martin said here, also feel some palpitations: "That thing rushed up really deadly, the most critical thing is, it also a strong scream, sounded creepy! Those new people were directly scared out of their wits, and could not even hold their weapons. But the six of us are not goose, it is treated as a wild boar! When the javelin skimmed over, directly to a dead."
Martin said very concise, but from his eyes is to see, they fought with that monster process, must be very dangerous.
"But the other monster rushed into the crowd." Speaking here, Martin gulped, as if that thrilling scene still lingered in his mind.
"Fortunately, Sir Alexander was present, went up and kicked it over and cut off its head in one go. Otherwise, someone would have had to break there tonight." After Martin finished, he also looked at Alexander with admiration.
Hearing this, George's heart was a little cold. However, his face is full of smiles, patting Martin's back to encourage him up: "Good job Martin, worthy of the people who have hunted bears in the mountains before. I'll teach you a few hymns in a few days, and then you'll find that these monsters are nothing."
After hearing this, Martin's expression got excited, and after he took a sip on it, he couldn't help but pat his chest and start bragging: "Lord, even now we are not afraid of that thing. The bears that eat people in the mountains are much more powerful than it! If there were a few hunting dogs, I would be able to put it down alone!"
These words aroused the interest of many people. The people in this room, who used to eat inside the mountains, couldn't help but all participate in the discussion, bragging about their former glorious battle achievements.
Gradually, no one paid attention to that terrible monster anymore. Naturally, no one will think about whether there will be more terrifying monsters than that appear in the mists...
In this lively atmosphere, George was lost in thought.
'This particular monster is already getting more and more. The kind of thing Martin was talking about was clearly a human being who had been badly corrupted. And it's possible that it's 'still alive'... I wonder if the blood moon is coming soon. Or is there a demon nearby...'
Neither of these things are very good...
But as the lord, George could not show confusion and timidity. He watched the atmosphere grow warm and gave another speech.
He quoted the scriptures and made up the monster again haphazardly, and blew the soldiers into the sky.
The original morale, which was somewhat low, completely disappeared under his regulation. After everyone poured a few more sips of wine and bragged a bit more. That before almost crushed them, then became another capital of their future bragging, morale instead became more high.
George paid attention to some observation, except for the squires, only those inferior people were hit the least. And among the inspiration, the encouragement they received was also higher.
''Human nature is really wonderful...'' George rubbed up his chin.
After the new people left, George called Martin, who was somewhat drunk, over and gave him some instructions.
Tomorrow he has to go to the lumberyard with Alexander and others, the matter of the territory can only be left to Martin and the old blacksmith for the time being.
With this old bandit plus old Duke in, there should not be any chaos. And the new recruits have also some cohesion, in critical times, is able to stand with their Martin officer.
Returning to his room and sitting on his bed, George flipped through the sacred texts while looking out the window at the moon and sighed. The appearance of that new monster made him feel the increasing pressure on the asylum.
He had to keep moving forward and pick up the pace. Because that moon would turn red after who knows what...
No words all night...
The next day, before it was fully light, George got up. He found that, except for Martin, Jack and Rona, who were already up, the rest of the escorts were still dressing.
Martin greeted him and went out. George took the rest of the men to pray, had a hasty breakfast, and then dressed for the journey.
Looking at these new battle robes, George secretly nodded, although only Martin of these people went out with lockets, but after bringing weapons and shields, already all have a look.
On the way out, he saw two baskets of debris at the door and knew they were grasshoppers. Handed Rona in the daytime when the territory is empty, put this thing outside in the sun. Then he took Alexander and the others on a tour of the territory.
Seeing that the imposing Chief Martin, has arranged the territory people and recruits in order. George nodded secretly, exchanged a look with Martin, and went away in the name of patrolling.